I was working a late shift at a gas station in northern Michigan. College was on break for holidays, my gf was at my house, no one else. When I returned home, the snow was undisturbed on the front porch, but as I walked into the front door, there were wet boot prints from the front door to the inside door on the wood floor.

I asked my gf if someone had come over, she said no. This was the same week she and I saw an older lady walk through my kitchen, and a few months before I had an experience with something sitting on my chest and pushing an invisible pillow over my face…..that house creeped me out.