Pāhonoa te oro

This actually happened… in a small town. A family kept hearing footsteps… at night. Always… above them. But they lived… in a one-story house. So the father… checked the attic. It was empty. The noises stopped… for a few days. Then one night… it came back. Louder… faster. So he went up again. They found him… standing there. Completely still. Looking at the ceiling… and whispering: “It’s not above us.”