Dear Dreambook, Astral and I still can’t explain this one. We were both in the bathroom getting ready to go somewhere. The house was quiet, no music, no TV, just the little hum of the fan and our makeup cluttered by the sink. I was closer to the door. Astral was staring into the mirror. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps in the hallway. Not just creaking—actual steps. Slow, like someone walking right up to the bathroom door and stopping. At that exact same moment, Astral’s whole face changed. Her eyes went wide, like she’d just seen something behind us in the mirror. Without even thinking, I said, “Did you hear that?” And at the same time, she said, “Did you see that?” We both froze. We were alone in the house. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE, DREAMBOOK?