Footsteps

“This one story is actually about my great uncle. So, my grandfather's brother had passed away, and I was just telling... we were just talking about this the other day. And it was, like, within three days from when the wake occurred, and it was, I believe, the night of the funeral. And so they lived in a, it was a... two-family home.

And so, my grandfather was downstairs, and my grandmother and her son lived upstairs, and he was a grown man. But anyways, they were... they heard footsteps. And so, my grandfather thought somebody was there, but there was nobody there. And they heard him again, and it got louder. And my mother, who was younger, and my uncle... um, my first uncle, they were kids, and they got scared and they were on the verge of tears.

And my grandfather was, like... he called his first name, and he was like, "You," you know, "you need to stop. You're scaring the kids." And the footsteps stopped immediately. And so, that's the story that I was told by my mother when she was alive.”