The Footsteps

Once, I was in my mom’s room and she said it’s your bed time. I said I’ve got a bad feeling. She said I’m sorry, but it’s a school night. I went to bed, then a noise woke me up. It sounded like footsteps. I turned around and there were clear ghost feet. I just turned around and ignored it. Five minutes later I said, “There’s no one in this room but me.” A voice said, “And Me!”