I've told the story of mysterious tapping at the windows on my first dark rainy night here alone, how I went from room to room with beating heart trying to catch those who would play such a mean trick, and how I found out it was just big, bumbling pine beetles brought out by moisture and drawn by light.
Yesterday morning, just after first light, I heard footsteps. It sounded like someone or something was tromping on the deck, but looking out every window I saw no one and nothing. The steps would stop, and then start again. Bess affirmed that it wasn't my imagination. It was a little unnerving.