Footsteps

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When I was a young kid, I was home alone while my mom took my sister to school. After about 15 minutes, I heard the front unlock, door open, and footsteps. They went into the kitchen but were very slow and heavy footsteps. I assumed it was my mom but thought it sounded weird for her; normally, she calls out when she gets home, and she's a slim woman. This sounded like a big built guy with boots on. So I called out and the footsteps stopped. Dead silence. I freaked out and grabbed our dog from outside and hid in a corner. A short while later, my mom really did come home, and I told her about it and that I didn't hear them leave. However, the door was still locked. The windows were locked, and there wasn't a single sign anyone had entered. Not even a mark on the carpet from a shoe. To this day, I have no idea what happened.

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