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Every night since we moved in, slow footsteps cross the landing above us and stop outside the nursery door. There is no floor above us. We live in a bungalow.
Every night since we moved in, slow footsteps cross the landing above us and stop outside the nursery door. There is no floor above us. We live in a bungalow.
Renovating, I pulled off an old radiator and found a folded note taped behind it. In shaky handwriting: "If you are reading this, do not sleep in the back bedroom. I am sorry. I could not sell it any other way."
Every night, footsteps crossed the upstairs hall and stopped outside my daughter's room. Cameras showed nothing. Then she started leaving her closet door open "so he can get out," and I found the old handprints.
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