How I Met Your Mother, My Mother's Daughter, My Sister's Mother

A few weeks later, ellie and myself were hanging out together in the house. There were footprints on the wall above my bedroom door where you could clearly see toes and soles of feet. It was as if someone or something had been in the attic and had to use that way to get down - there wasn't a step ladder. Luckily, just as the entity decided to get bolder, we left the property and moved somewhere else. I sometimes walk past this house when i'm walking my dog, and think to myself. I wonder if the people that live there have experienced somewhere or worse.