I was staying at my grandpa's trailer in Arizona for a couple of days with my mom and dad and two brothers. I forget why we went out there but it had to be important because my dad never tagged along with us out there.

Anyways, come night time and everyone is asleep except me. I'm watching Nickelodeon on the tv in the living room when I hear footsteps walking up to the front porch. Since my grandpa was up there in years he had a long wooden ramp to his door. I was expecting something to come to the door and knock, but nothing happened except that it kept walking up and down the ramp.

My grandpa lived about 25 minutes away from the nearest town and the only neighbors around are other family members. I remember being really scared at this point and couldn't think straight. My brothers were asleep in the living room on the couches near me and I couldn't force myself to wake them up. Instead, I calmly walk to the back bedroom where my mom and dad are asleep. I lay down on the floor and try to sleep.

Meanwhile, whatever is walking around outside is still doing its thing. After a couple of minutes, I hear my mom attempt to wake up my dad and see if he can hear it. This relieves me because I thought she was asleep the whole time. I tell her I hear it too and we lay there and listen. My dad is not the best at being coherent after sleep and he falls back to sleep right away. It stops after a couple of minutes. The next night the same thing happens except it's coming up to the back door. I freak out again and this time just go to the back bedroom and lay down and go to sleep. So that's all I remember. I also forgot to mention a weird thing my grandpa said that made sense later. Before turning in to sleep he said something like, "don't pay attention to anything you hear at night. You're safe inside." I should also mention that the next day I remember seeing boot prints and paw prints in the sand by the ramp.