A True Story for Hallowe'en -- Susan Price
This didn't happen at Hallowe'en. It happened at Christmas. But hey-ho, Hallowe'en, Christmas, they're both times for spooky stories. Especially if they're true. It was the Christmas when I was 15. I usually shared a bedroom with my sister, but she was staying with relatives, so I had my bedroom to myself. I was the last of the family to bed, and lay awake reading, my bedroom door closed. Lying there, I heard my brother walk from his room to the bathroom. Then he walked from his room to the bathroom again – only without first returning to his bedroom. After that he went up and down the stairs several times – sometimes without bothering to come back up before going down again. Sometimes he started down the stairs without having walked across the landing to get there. At first I explained these gaps in the footsteps as my inattention, but soon I started to be annoyed. Sometimes the footsteps started inside a