The Footprints in the Hall

Every now and then, I'll have a story to tell,  which has no explanation. 

Nevermind the clichés, but it truly was a dark and stormy night, sometime in the late winter or early spring. It was pouring down rain outside, and everyone was inside. I believe we were watching a movie when my grandmother came in from the front porch. 

" Okay, who left muddy footprints in the front hall? " she asked. 

None of us had been outside after the storm had started, and I went to investigate. I thought perhaps it had been one of our two cats that had left the tracks.

I was wrong.

A line of tiny, human-shaped footprints went from the doorway to the middle of the hall, about three feet, and then stopped. I took out a small camera and filmed the trail, though I think I later deleted the footage, because while no one in the house had especially large feet, the tracks were only about half the size of the smallest feet in the house.

Meaning that they couldn't have been made by the feet of anyone in the house. Now, they could have used their hands, but everyone was surprised and confused by the tracks, making a prank somewhat unlikely. 

My only guess was that one of the multiple kindergarteners living in the neighborhood had slipped into the house looking for one of us. 

But how would they have gotten in without someone remembering? 

To this day we don't know who made the footprints in the hall.

Just a story for a stormy night.