‘Footsteps In The Snow’
The author of “Footsteps in the Snow” is unknown, which is unfortunate because this tale is as sad as it is creepy and the author should be given credit for it.
In the story, an old man is walking home on Christmas Eve after evening Mass. Behind him, he hears footsteps that keep time with his own, including when he stops. After a while, he loses his nerve and runs the rest of the way home despite his age.
When he reaches his house, he realizes that the steps behind him have stopped. Looking back, he sees only one set of footprints. Although it had been snowing, he is completely dry when he gets inside, and his coat is free of snowflakes.
Before he can contemplate it further, his friend Andy comes to greet him. The two chat and have a nice dinner at the table. Then Andy retires to the guest room. On Christmas Day, Andy is gone, and the bed looks unused. In the dining room, Andy’s plate of food from the previous night is untouched.
His housekeeper insists that Andy wasn’t there the previous night. He can’t make sense of it and has a rather lousy dinner that Christmas because he is frustrated. The next day, he receives a letter that Andy had died in a distant city on Christmas Eve.
More than just a little creepy, in a sad way...don't you think?
Coffee out on the patio as long as it isn't raining yet, OK?
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Gee Hermit, that is depressing. Try to find something happy...soon.
Strange story but yes wish we knew who the author was. His friend came for a last visit.
Temps down here again at 37 this morning and low 60's for the high with clouds.
That is a real creepy story. My hubby has had such things happen to him - he calls them premonitions. It is about 41 degrees here and raining. I'll take the rain over snow anyway.
Oh yes, so sad. . . Especially at my old age (grin).
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