I believe in ghosts and entity.I though some energy always exist in this world,like a positive or negative energy.Ghost is like that kind of energy because they create by soul of human.And something that kind of ghost things happened to me.so my story start here-
In January 2026,this incident happened.It was a time 12 o'clock in night.I studied in my room because my board exam will start in February 12/2/2026,suddenly there was a power cut in our area.The whole neighbour hood dark except for a few candles flickering in windows.My parents got sleep.
The house felt unisually quiet.Not normal quiet-the kind of quiet where even small sounds feel loud.My Footsteps echoed softly as I walked down the corridor with my phone flashlight on
When I reached the kitchen,I suddenly heard a sound behind me.
Tap...tap...tap...
It sounded exactly like footsteps.
I froze
At first,I thought maybe it was coming from outside.I turned around and points my flashing down the corridor.Nothing.Just the long empty hallway and the faint light from my room.
I told myself I was imagining things.Maybe it was just my own footsteps echoing.
So I filled my glass with water.
Then I heard it again.
Tap...tap...tap...
This time it wD clearer.Slower.Like someone walking carefully.
My heart started beating so loudly I could almost hear it.I quiekly steeped out of the kitchen and shined my light again.
Still nothing.
But something felt wrong.The air felt colder than before,and I suddenly hadthe strong feeling that I wasn't alone anymore.
I started walking back towards my room, trying not to panic.My footsteps sounded too loud on the floor.
Tap.Tap.Tap
And then- another set of footsteps.
Right behind mine.
I stopped Walking.
The other footsteps stopped too.
I started again.
Tap.Tap.Tap
Again,the second set followed.
I didn't turn around this time.I was too scared to look.I just walked faster and faster until I reached my room and shammed the door shut.
I locked it immediately.
My hands were shaking so much I almost dropped my phone.
For the next hour,I sat on my bed, staring at the door.Once or twice,I thought I heard something outside.Very faint.Like someone moving slowly in the corridor.
Finally, the power came back.The lights turned on all at once,and the house looked normal again.Safe again.
No one was there.
All the doors were locked from the inside.
But here's the part that still scares me the most.
The next morning,when I walked down the corridor in daylight,I noticed something on the dusty floor on the kitchen.
Footprints.
Not mine.
They were faint-but clearly visible -and they stopped right in front of my bedroom door.