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Categories: footsteps, boys, home
I lived a couple of blocks from Lake San Marcos for four months in 2006, and I had just turned twenty that August. I was renting a room from an older couple who I found to be rather endearing, considering I had recently lost my grandfather to pneumonia and my widowed grandmother sadly lived across the country in Mississippi.
The first several weeks were welcoming, with family style dinners after longs days attending my trade school and early bedtimes to prepare for the next day. Since the couple was in their late 70s and early 80s, they typically went to bed at around 8pm, so at that time all the lights would be turned off in the house, and I would retire to my own room for some TV and reading before eventually falling asleep around 10.
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To give you an idea of the layout, my room was a perfect little square. I shared one wall with the garage, I shared another wall with the living room which was my entryway, and I had a slider that led to the backyard connecting to the fourth wall, which was all windows lined with hedges facing the west side of the house. From my room the living room connected to the main entry, the kitchen, and a long hallway that led to a guest bathroom and two other bedrooms. The old couple slept in these separate rooms, with the old woman taking the master bedroom and the old man taking the room directly across from the guest bathroom.
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My first experience with the entity occurred when I got up to go to the bathroom after lights out. I opened my door to the living room, and after taking a few steps into the darkness, to my surprise I saw the silhouette of the old man walking from the bathroom towards the kitchen. I didn't want to startle him into cardiac arrest, so I cleared my throat loudly and said something lame and cheery like, ''oh, you can't sleep either?'' As he turned a blind corner into the kitchen, I received no response, so I assumed he hadn't heard me because he wasn't wearing his hearing aides.
I stepped with heavy footed steps and followed behind him to make my presence known, but as I entered the kitchen, I discovered that no one was there. I was baffled by the nonsense of it, but I thought maybe he had somehow snuck silently into the garage to grab some forgotten laundry, but I checked the handle, and it was locked up tight with the deadbolt. I really had been sure that he had been there just a moment prior.
The next occurrence happened about a week later. I had just returned from a weekend at the river with boyfriend, and I felt absolutely refreshed. As I walked in the house, I realized no one was home and that was very unusual for them. I've always appreciated some alone time, but by the time I got to my room I was having an increasingly difficult time breathing air. I dropped my various luggage where I stood and sat amongst them on the floor laboriously wheezing as tears streamed down my face in panic.
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