Halloween night, 1999.

My name is Miles Carter, and I was twenty-four years old.

At the time, I lived with my parents and my younger sister, Julia, in the house where we had grown up.

Our family had been going through a difficult year.

We barely spent time together anymore.

Most conversations turned into arguments.

And little by little, we had stopped paying attention to each other.

Then, eleven days before Halloween, Julia noticed something unusual outside our house.

A man was standing beneath a streetlight across the road.

He wore a dark coat.

His hands hung straight at his sides.

And he was facing our house.

Julia called me to look.

But by the time I reached the window, he was gone.

I told her it was probably someone walking home.

Three nights later, she saw him again.

This time, he was standing near our mailbox.

Then, a few days later, she noticed him beside the large maple tree in our front yard.

Each time, he seemed to be getting a little closer.

And each time, Julia tried to tell us.

But nobody took her seriously.

Not me.

Not our father.

Not even our mother.

Then Halloween arrived.

That evening, all four of us were home when Julia suddenly stopped talking.

She was staring through the kitchen window.

The man was back.

This time, he was standing at the end of our driveway.

Julia begged us to look.

But another argument began.

And within minutes, everyone had gone back to their separate rooms.

Then, around ten fifteen, I heard the side door open.

And close.

Very quietly.

I assumed Julia had stepped outside.

But something about the sound stayed with me.

A few minutes later, I went upstairs to check on her.

She was standing beside her bedroom window.

I asked if she'd opened the side door.

She said no.

Then she asked me a question I wasn't expecting.

Had I just walked past her bedroom?

I told her I hadn't.

She looked toward the hallway.

Someone had passed her door less than a minute earlier.

And nobody else in our family had gone upstairs.

Then we heard something.

A floorboard creaked above us.

Another followed.

From the hallway outside the bedrooms.

For the first time, all four of us stopped arguing.

Because we finally understood something Julia had been trying to tell us for days.

The man she'd been seeing outside was no longer outside.

And what we eventually learned about him made us question everything we thought we knew about those strange October nights.

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