“Footsteps” by Elizabeth Horton-Newton

The sound came from upstairs; at least I thought it did. It was hard to tell with the dryer thumping and the washer filling with water.  I moved to the foot of the wooden steps that led up to the main level of the house and cocked my head to one side. Holding my breath I listened closely. It sounded as though the floorboards were … Continue reading “Footsteps” by Elizabeth Horton-Newton