I've always enjoyed late night walks. There's something about the stillness that makes everything feel simpler.

I'm a welder by trade, been doing it for over 40 years now. I live alone on a big farm, just me and my dog Bosley.

The house is too large for one person, but I never had the heart to downsize after my wife

Maria passed away.

My kids moved out years ago, and ever since cancer took her, it's just been me and Bosley.

One night, after a long day in the shop, I decided to go for a walk.

My property is pretty big, so just a single loop is usually enough to satisfy my craving.

The air was cool, and Bosley trotted along beside me.

Sometimes I think he likes me more than I like him.

I've walked that loop hundreds of times, but as I was heading

back toward the house, something caught my eye. I glanced up at the second-story window,

the one that looks out from the bedroom Maria and I used to share. For a split second, I thought

I saw something move. I stopped dead in my tracks, staring up at that window. There was no reason anyone should be in there.

I hadn't been in that room in years, couldn't bring myself to.

I felt my blood start to boil at the thought of some stranger breaking into my house.

I wasn't going to stand for that. I rushed inside my racing, and ran upstairs. The room was empty,

just like I'd left it. No sign of anything out of place. I looked everywhere imaginable,

but found nothing. Yes, I was pretty freaked out, but I was more angry than anything.

I didn't take this kind of thing lightly. I figured I had just seen something that

wasn't there. I stood there for a while, feeling foolish, but I couldn't shake the feeling

that something had been there. All the big names are here. Ooh, who is that? I think she was in

the movie about that really big shark. No, not her. The florist. She's automating invoices on the go so she can spend more time on that flower wall.

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