u/violetmoon1207

In the early 1970s a man was in his yard on a ladder he was hanging up Christmas lights. He fell and broke his leg couldn’t get up. This was before mobile phones so he couldn’t call for help, the sun beaming down on him he passed from his injuries. Fast forward to us living here now. There was a few screeching noise, footprints and whistles from the direction where he passed. I was outside walking my dog with my cousin as my cousin began to whistle from the dark woods surrounding us the same tune came back. There’s no one who lives around us so there’s no explanation. When it snowed here we walk to the back of the house and see foot prints that were deep and just randomly ended abruptly. Not to mention the unknown screams and even a bare foot print in the mud on a rainy day. Knocks at the door but no one’s there when you open it.