Footsteps in the Attic

I heard footsteps in my attic at three in the morning and I live completely alone.

At first I thought it was just the house settling. Old houses make noise.

But then I heard it again. Deliberate footsteps. Back and forth. Like someone pacing.

I grabbed my phone and called the police. They arrived twenty minutes later and searched the entire

attic with flashlights. Nothing. No one. Not even a sign that anyone had

been up there in years. The dust was completely undisturbed. The officers left

and told me to call if it happened again. That same night, around four in the morning,

the footsteps started again. Same pattern. Same rhythm. Pacing back and