I thought the cabin would be quiet tonight. The mountains outside looked still, almost too still. As if even the wind didn’t want to come inside. Then came the knock – soft at first. Like a fingertip tapping glass, but I had no windows near the door. And the sound kept moving, circling the house. When I finally opened the door, nothing waited outside. But on the floor, pressed into the wood, were footprints wet and muddy leading inside.
Tales After Dark “The Muddy Footsteps”
I thought the cabin would be quiet tonight. The mountains outside looked still, almost too still. As if even the wind didn’t want to come inside. Then came the knock…