Last semester one night the footsteps [of the ghost] followed me up three flights of stairs and down two corridors. Twice I stopped and turned around and went all the way down to where I started from to make sure there was no one there. Being barefoot, I know it wasn’t the echo of my own footsteps … And there was nothing there.
[Anonymous, 1977]
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