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.”
[narrator]