Back in the late seventies a lady that was my sister in law at the time used to tell me about hearing footsteps in the trailer she and her husband lived in. She was a threat to get off in the vodka so I played it off to that. She decided to go with him on a run in his 18 wheeler and asked me to feed her cats while they were gone. I was feeding them one afternoon and had to use the restroom. Sitting there doing my business and I hear footsteps coming down the hall. This was an older trailer with vinyl flooring so the footsteps were very clear. I thought it was them back early and called out to them and shut the door. No answer so I finished up my business and went to leave the bathroom. The footsteps started again and while I heard them coming I waited just inside the door with plans to jump out and scare them while they were trying to scare me. When the footsteps stopped outside the door I snatched it open and hollered " Hey !! " but no one was there. I never ragged her about the footsteps again.