I was up at the farm 10 years ago with my 9 and 10 year old stepsons. We go to bed around 10 pm. Around midnight I hear footsteps on the back porch. Now granted the old house is behind a gated fence and 3/4 of a mile from the nearest paved road. I get up .357 in hand. Slowly walk thru the kitchen. Throw open the door and know one is there. Next morning the 9 year old says someone is on the porch. Nothing again. Come to find out the screen door had a busted spring and the wind was blowing it against the hand rail on the steps. Sounded just like someone walking.


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