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We listened for a while, and then the noise stopped. This time I opened the door and looked outside. There were no tracks in the snow. At that moment I got chill bumps and a tingling throughout my spine as I realized what I was hearing. It couldn't be...but it was. Tom's cane made a distinctive noise whenever he used it to walk. The noise was identical.
Ellie and I were unnerved, to say the least. The next night I waited by the door. The walk/drag began again. When it approached the entryway, I opened the door and announced, "Tom, if that's you, come on in. You know you're always welcome."
I felt an unnatural breeze blow through me as the noise stopped. The next evening, the noise did not occur. It never happened again.
I have no proof, and I don't believe in the supernatural. Ellie doesn't either. But, somehow, we both believe that Tom was making good on his promise to see us in a few days.
The End
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