They headed toward me, but I couldn’t see anyone. Only the footsteps, single file, as if the person had walked the sand, heel to toe, the entire way. I had an odd sensation come over me, the feeling you get when you know you’re not alone, but no one else was near. Goosebumps covered my flesh as I felt a cool sensation ripple through me. It was then I realized I surely wasn’t alone on this beach.
I hesitated, but called out, for the spirit who was playing with me, to identify itself. There was no answer, but the footsteps had stopped. Whomever it was, they decided to wait, maybe for me to approach a bit closer, I didn’t know. I stood still, I think my legs were afraid to move. Who could possibly be making footprints in the sand, and one’s with heels, no less, and not physically be…
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