I couldn't sleep. After hours of tossing, turning, and abrupt waking, I decided to head into the kitchen for some warm milk. As I got out of bed, I heard the noise that I believe woke me from the start. There were footsteps on the ceiling, like someone was walking-- or stomping!-- in the attic. I ran to my mother, not thinking for a minute that she would believe me. I begged her to follow me back to the room and have a listen. Sure enough, the stomping continued. We were both terrified! To this day, we don't know what it is, or why it happens.

Kyndra, Kearns, UT