Praying he wouldnвЂ™t reach out and touch me, I held still, silently pleading with him to go away.ДЄt some point during the night, I fell asleep, and my ghostly visitor vanished without making another sound. I broke out into a cold sweat, pressing my eyelids tighter. The deliberate, heavy footfalls continued into the room and around to my side of the bed. I tried to will whoever it was to go away, but it didnвЂ™t work.

When theyвЂ™d reached the doorway of my room. It was the distinct sound of boots plodding along on the wooden floor. And they didnвЂ™t sound like my grandmotherвЂ™s petite slippered feet.

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