Young Again Forever - The Presence

by Jay
(Toronto)

I was about 17 years old in Calcutta, India. We spent weekends in a huge old house on the premises of a jute factory, where my mother's second husband headed up the personnel dept.
Servants would refuse to spend the night in the house, saying it was haunted.
My bedroom was at the head of the staircase.
Every night that I spent there, I would hear footsteps slowly ascending the wooden stairs. When the footsteps reached the landing outside my bedroom, there would be an eerie silence, and then the footsteps would start their ascent all over again.
This would start around 11 pm at night, and I always kept my bedroom door wide open, wondering if I would see someone or something.
I never did, but the footsteps inexorably continued their seemingly endless journey up and down the staircase.
It did not seem threatening or ominous, just very creepy.