Way back in early 1999, my wife and I lived in an older house in Napier, New Zealand. It wasn't much to look at but it had these beautifully varnished floors. We had only been there a couple of days when the strangest thing started to happen. When all was quiet, and my wife was asleep, I could hear these footsteps walking up and down the hallway. It was a very small house so the footsteps used to walk right past our open bedroom doorway. I could hear the steps but there was nobody there. This happened every night for five nights before, out of shear terror, I decided to confront whatever was walking up and down the hallway. I slowly got out of bed and crept to the bedroom door. The footsteps stopped. I started talking to the presence in the hallway and attempted to reason with it. I explained that we had just moved there and that my wife and I meant no harm to anyone and simply fell for the house at first site. There was never any sign or response (and I felt like I was loosing my ...