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[Moonbeam_Starlight]

First one: my best friend owned a home on the M streets in Dallas. Old, old houses. It was a three bedroom, one story house, but she and her husband decided to add a second story to the house and put all bedrooms upstairs, thus increasing the living area downstairs. They completed the work, huge kitchen and living areas and powder room downstairs, and now three bedrooms and two baths up.

I was staying with them and they told me about the footsteps on the stairs. Heard them all the time. Said at first they thought it was the house settling, but no, they were actual footstep sounds. Then my best friend said one night she was half-asleep and felt something near her. She thought it was the cat, so she sort of drowsily looked that way and then realized the cat was on the OTHER side of her, hissing in the direction she thought she noticed something. Nothing and no one was there.

I don't believe in ghosts, so when they told me this, I figured they were putting me on, even though they were quite earnest about it, scared to the point that they were talking about selling the house. Apparently it happens multiple times a night, EVERY night.

So I go to sleep in one of the spare bedrooms upstairs (they have slept in every bedroom and have noted it happening in every one) and (I am getting goose bumps again remembering this) I heard footsteps, clear as day, coming up the (new) stairs. I thought maybe her husband was trying to scare me, so I went out to the hallway, but no one was there. I turned on the light, nothing. For the next hour, I KEPT hearing footsteps go up and down, up and down, until I was so freaked out I screamed and my best friend came running. She was all wild-eyed: "YOU HEAR IT TOO?" Oh my God, her face, that did it. We went running downstairs, turned on EVERY frigging light in the house and stayed up all night, two TVs blaring so we wouldn't hear it.

They were scared even more by the fact that *I* had heard it, so they started doing research the following week. They dug through old property records, talked to old-timers in the neighborhood and finally discovered that a woman who lived there in 1932 was stabbed to death in her bedroom during a break-in late one night in July. They even found people who owned the house before them, but they reported having never heard a thing unusual.

Finally when I was told all this, I COMPLETELY got chills all over. I said "Oh my God, Angie, the bedrooms downstairs are ALL GONE now. All the new bedrooms are upstairs and the old ones have been demolished. Dear God, she's LOOKING for her BEDROOM."

They sold the house. It got to be too much. They had other people over (skeptics) to check it out and every single person heard the sound. Sometimes even while standing there LOOKING at the stairs with all the lights on. It only happened at night, but you could never see who was making the footsteps.

Second one in a reply post, this is already too long.