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. My mother took the fire shovel in one hand and the bread knife in the other, tiptoed gently climbed up the stairs, I was just behind her. We turned on the light when we came to landing, we checked every single room. There was no one. "Gracious goodness! I was wrong!" she said to herself, then she said, "It is impossible that I was wrong, just a couple of minutes ago, somebody was here!" she added. We went down and sank in the couch, started watching the stars again. After a while, the footsteps started moving again from above floor. Footsteps started moving by the hanging cabinet to the ceiling, on the landing, from there they moved into the living room, then kitchen and turning back again to the hanging cupboard. After a while they started all over again. Whatever came, they were here in the upstairs. No waiting this time, fire shovel in one hand and the bread knife in the other hand she ran upstairs. Upon emerging from the stairway swiftly with one breath, she pressed the power button. She opened the door to the living room, then to the kitchen and small living room. There was nobody.