Goodreads asked Marlene Pardo Pellicer:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Marlene Pardo Pellicer There was summer in the 1980s, when I kept hearing the chain link fence and gate surrounding our house rattle at 1 or 2 a.m. I being a teenager, was sitting on the carpet in a dimly lit hallway speaking to a wanna-be-my boyfriend who'd gotten off from his busboy job. First times, I thought it was a cat. Once I started paying attention, I realized the rattle was something much heavier... as in human heavy. I looked out and never caught sight of anything, cat or otherwise. Then I started hearing footsteps walking in the grass around the house, again too heavy for an animal. No trees or shrubs to hide behind, and again in the wee hours of the morning. Twice I woke my mother up, telling her someone was in the yard. No one was ever seen, or footsteps heard running away.

So who was this mysterious midnight visitor? I never found out since we moved out a few months later.

This strange summer could be weaved into so many mysteries, the possibilities are endless.

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