Other than David, no one was here for any reason for a few days because of the snow from the storm. And yet there were shoe prints that weren't mine or David's. This startled me when I noticed it, because no one had been here. No one had any way of getting here.
Then there was the shape of the prints. I have seen the prints from this same shoe in the past. The weird thing is, I see these prints every time it snows. I have written about it before. The prints are what I would call about a size nine or ten. Not especially large, but not small. About the size of my foot. I have thought of cowboy boots when I see them. They always have pointed toes and a slick sole.
I'm hallucinating, I thought. I didn't see those shoe prints again. I had almost convinced myself of this, when I saw them again this morning behind my car in the remnants of the snow. But could these be my shoe prints? No way. I have shoes that might make a similar print, but not at this house, and I haven't worn them in a while. Besides that, I hadn't walked out in the snow except once, and it wasn't in the same location. I was actually wearing flip flops on my one walk.
I can't think of a good explanation for these eerie prints. It has been suggested to me that I put surveillance cameras around so I can see what's going on around the house outside. Well, maybe. I'm actually a little bit afraid of what would turn up.
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