Day Five 3am
I was awoken by a noise that sounded frighteningly like
footsteps in the parlor room. There were not any reports from past guest of any
strange happenings while staying at The James Riordan house so I bravely
chalked it up to an old house making strange sounds. After sleeping for what
felt like a few minutes I was again startled by the sound. This time
however the sound was moving. It started in the parlor room squeeeeak... squeeeeak... then it moved into the
master bedroom where we were sleeping... squeeeeak... squeeeeak. It then came around the bed and stopped
next to me.