Dedication
To the nights that never felt empty.
And to the silenceโฆ
that was never truly silent.
โ J A N E A V R I L M.
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I didn't grow up in a 'haunted house'โI grew up in a home that simply wasn't empty. For years, I kept these memories locked away. These are my journals from a teenage life lived in the shadows: the rhythmic clicking of heels on floorboards when everyone was asleep, the heavy air of an occupied guest room, and the moment a shadow finally reached out to make physical contact. The Sound of Heels At Nightย is a collection of my real-life supernatural encounters. These aren't just stories; they are the moments that changed how I see the dark forever. Every encounter is documented here for free. Read at your own riskโespecially if you're alone.
To the nights that never felt empty.
And to the silenceโฆ
that was never truly silent.
โ J A N E A V R I L M.