~Heavy Boots~

As you have probably already read in another post here on my blog, I moved back into my parents home with my two young daughters many years ago to attend college full-time.  I was studying to become a nurse.

It was during this time that my next experience occurred.  However, I wasn't the only one to experience this, both of my daughters experienced it as well.

My daughters were all of six and four years of age at the time. 

My parents were getting ready to head out for the evening, and I was in the basement on my computer working on an assignment. 

My daughters had come down into the basement where I was and asked me when I was going to be finished.  I told them I wouldn't be long. 

Managing the course load of a nursing program truly takes mastering excellent time management skills. 

So, while I was spending some much needed time working on the completion of an assignment, I had also arranged time that night to lounge on the couch in front of the t.v, eat some popcorn and watch a movie with my girls since my parents would be out.

My dad called from the top of the stairs to let us know that he and my mom were leaving.  My daughters said good-bye and so did I.  My dad told the girls to "be good for mommy and have fun watching your movie." 

We then heard my parents go out the front door, which is located just across from the top of the basement stairs.  We heard very clearly, the familiar sound of the front door closing, and then the dead bolt locking into place as my dad locked it from the outside with his key.

My daughters were sitting and talking to each other very quietly when all of a sudden we heard the distinct sound of loud, heavy walking.  It sounded like someone wearing big, heavy boots had just walked up the stairs towards the bedrooms, and then walked around above our heads in my parents bedroom. 

The funny thing was, we did not hear the front door unlock or open, which you would hear if sitting in the basement.  We had heard my parents leave and heard the front door close and lock, but did not hear anyone unlock the door, open it and come back into the house.  Yet all three of us distinctly heard the sound of loud heavy footsteps.

I looked over at my daughters and asked, "Did Papa forget something?"  My oldest daughter said, "I don't think it's Papa, the front door never opened.  I didn't hear anyone come in." 

I really wasn't all that worried and so I said, "Go see if Nana or Papa came back in." 

My oldest daughter cautiously headed up the stairs.  I heard her walk up the basement stairs and then up the stairs to the bedrooms.  She then came running back down the stairs.  She ran into the basement short of breath and said, "Mommy, no one is up there, and the front door is still locked!"  Both of my daughters looked a little weirded out by it.

I laughed and simply said, "Well, I guess we all just heard a ghost."  My girls looked excited and said, "Really? Do you think so?"  I simply laughed and said, "Honestly, I have no idea, I don't know what to think."

My daughters were not scared or bothered by it one bit.  We went on to watch our movie that night.  My daughters however, could not wait until the next morning to tell my parents about our "ghostly" visitor with the heavy boots.


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