"My house is a poor man’s Victorian; it was built in 1893, and once or twice a year for the last 6 years I’ve lived here, I magic erase the door frames, switches, and windowsills during a seasonal deep clean. Last October, I was deep cleaning my home and noticed a footprint about 8’ up the wall under the attic. I remembered my partner had been doing some attic work in the spring and figured it must’ve been left over from that. 

When he came home, I asked him to wipe it up, since it was pretty inconsiderate to leave it for 6+ months without offering to clean it, as he’s usually pretty meticulous. He looked at me confused and said, 'What footprint?' I walked him up the stairs and pointed it out. He looked at it and back at me and flatly said, 'Why would I have been in the attic without shoes?' That is a very him response, as he’s very stoic and exceptionally more prepared for anything that I am.

He goes, 'Are you pranking me?' I wasn’t. We have no clue where the footprint came from or why it would be bare 8’ up."