by Maxine Headd

Created on: June 06, 2008   Last Updated: August 14, 2008

Foot Steps in the Night

We lived in the country outside of Peach Orchard Missouri. It was a beautiful spring time in a lovely but small town of Southeast Missouri. The small lovely town had a lot of flowering bushes, and unusually pink and white flowered thorn trees. There were lots of small rural Farms, Churches, and one small Grocery Store with a Gas Station. Every house was located within a mile or so of each other. There was lots of room for crops like Corn, Wheat, Soybeans, and Cotton, and Watermelons in the growing seasons.

We happened to move into a medium large five room house, which lay just off the main road about a quarter of a mile. The house was white, there were no window frames outlining the windows, but there was a large yard on each side of the house. There was no indoor bathroom, and the water pump was out near the back door of the house. We would laugh and say to our friends and relatives that we had running water. That was because we were the ones who ran and got the water. We used an Oaken water bucket to store water with inside the house. We didn't need a bathtub, because we only washed ourselves on one out of five nights a week. We might take a quick wash off bath if we were going to go somewhere. When we scrubbed the old wood floors, we used another water container made especially for that purpose. We weren't sure how long we would be staying in this house. That was because in the late nighttime hours, there was an awful sound of footsteps walking slowly and long through the old house that would upset your soul if you let it.

I kept three lights in my room at night if my daddy would let me. I was scared to be there when the spirit inside the house would decide to walk. Dad had said that it would not bother us; but it did bother me to no end. I didn't want to see it either; because the sounds of it walking slowly through the house were bad enough to hear. As it came through the house, walking so slowly as it did so close to my room. It was disconcerting to say the least, because I did not want it there, but the spirit was there, and the sound of its footsteps walking across the floor bothered me greatly.

For during the daytime hours, everything was just as normal as things could be. The early morning sunshine dispelled any kind of darkness, but in the night time after 9:20 p.m. in the night, you would hear the sound of footsteps walking slowly across the floor. You didn't want to be where the footsteps were at all. I didn't want to be there,

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