Once upon a time, in a shadowy realm more uncertain than your Monday morning, the Ominous Stepper ventured forth. Armed with nothing but a discerning eye and an oversized walking stick, they followed footsteps that echoed louder than your neighbor's karaoke night. The quest? To discover if the tales were true, or if it was merely a treadmill saga under a poorly maintained attic.
The first truth distorted was, indeed, the footpath's, which bends so much it could have been a yoga instructor. "What do shadows eat?" the Stepper pondered aloud one day. "Light snacks," came the reply from an unattended specter, fading into obscurity along with all coherent conversation on such paths.
Curious? The Stepper found the 'Following Footsteps' guidebook roughly as useful as a solar-powered flashlight. Luckily, the Ominous Stepper had other plans, including but not limited to following the wrong turn at Albuquerque and reminiscing about a shadowy figure who vanished behind a curtain of rain. Spoiler: it was Gerald, a mildly skilled magician.
For more tales, wander here Whispers in the Dark or here Legends of the Peculiar.