So a while ago, we were experiencing a series of haunting-like events, collaborated by the late lamented Bogie (bane of bears, eater of everything). We recently were claimed by a new (to us) corgi. A few days ago, youngest spawn was alone in the house. I found her (and the dog) in the back room.
“The footsteps are back,” she told me, casually.
“No one else was here?”
“Nope. Just footsteps, back and forth.”
“Did Honey notice?”
“Yes. She went to look, then came straight back here.”
“Sure. He was here first.”
I wonder what stirred him up.