David was sound asleep when he received my call.

“Johnny, do you know what time it is? Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Hurry over here, something’s happened.”

As soon as I said that, I heard the sound of David jumping out of bed.

“What are you doing?”

I heard a woman’s voice on the phone—it was obviously David’s girlfriend.

“Go back to sleep. Johnny’s in trouble, I need to go find him.”

Not long after, I heard the sound of David hurrying down the stairs.

It seemed like he didn’t even have time to change his slippers.

“David, don’t hang up, I’m scared.”

“Okay, just wait for me, I’m coming right over.”

Keeping the call connected with David made me feel a little safer.

To be honest, I’m not easily frightened, but this situation is filled with inexplicable oddities.

If I somehow moved from the bedroom to the living room and even turned on the TV myself, it might be explained by sleepwalking—although I’ve never sleepwalked before.

But how do you explain the dirt on the floor?

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I really don’t think there’s any explanation.

About twenty minutes later, David arrived in his car.

“What’s going on? Did you see a ghost?”

He looked worried as he shut the car door and ran toward me.

I quickly explained everything that had happened.

David was stunned, leaning against a tree, lost in thought for a while.

“Bro, you’re not joking with me, are you?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“I ran out here without even putting on shoes, and I didn’t even bring my laptop.”

David could see that I was clearly shaken.

But he still didn’t believe me. He looked at me and said, “I believe you when you say someone knocked on your door in the middle of the night. I can even believe that you sleepwalked to the living room and turned on the TV. But you’re saying there were muddy footprints on the floor—couldn’t you have seen it wrong?”

I said, “There’s no way I saw it wrong.”

“Even though the living room lights weren’t on, the TV was. How blind would I have to be to mistake that?”

“Then let’s go back and take a look.”

Honestly, I didn’t want to go back at all—especially since it was still dark.

But David didn’t believe me, so I had to prove it to him.

Soon, we were back at the house.

Walking into the living room, I was dumbfounded.

The once smooth and clean floor had no trace of the muddy footprints—not even a speck of dirt.

David looked at me, speechless. “Where are the footprints you mentioned? Where?”

I pointed to the floor, excitedly explaining, “They were right here. There were lots of footprints, I saw them clearly. How could they be gone?”

“Could someone have come in and cleaned up while I was outside? After all, I didn’t close the door when I ran out.”

David cursed, “I can’t believe I trusted you, and you tricked me into coming here in the middle of the night.”

I swore to David, “If I’m lying, I’ll never find a girlfriend.”

Seeing that I didn’t seem to be lying, David thought for a moment and said, “Then let’s check the surveillance footage.”

“The footage will prove everything. It will capture everything that happened in the house.”

I didn’t offer any further explanations. I opened the laptop and rewound the footage to 11 PM.

I went to bed at 11 PM, and the girl who came looking for Lucy knocked on the door at midnight.

The footage confirmed this—there’s no doubt about it.

Then we fast-forwarded the video to 20x speed.

Soon, the footage revealed a scene that sent chills down my spine.