Not My Mom

Do you know just how terrifying it can be when an entity disguises itself to
be closer to you. Our storyteller has experienced all of that, and she's
here to tell us all about it. As a story develops, I ask
that you pay attention to the signs hidden in plain sight. Not everything is
what it appears to be. My name is Edwin, and here is Amber's
true scary story. The house that my family and I have lived in for
over twenty years now was originally built in the nineteen sixties, so it isn't
incredibly old. And in the early nineteen eighties, my grandparents had purchased the
home, and when they had purchased the home, they had my mother and
my uncle as their two children that moved in with them. My mother was
a young teenager so she was just starting high school, and my uncle was
an older teenager so he probably closer to seventeen and eighteen years old when they
first purchased the home and during their time living in the house. I know
my grandmother and my mother and my grandfather, although he doesn't like to admit
it, had all experience things in the house. After some time living there,
my grandmother likes to tell the story. She would be upstairs in the
bedroom by herself, because my grandfather was a firefighter, so he worked odd
hours all the time, and my uncle was working nights. My mother would
come home later in the evenings usually, so she was just in the house
alone many nights, and she would be up there reading or watching TV.
And the activity in the house started very lightly, just simple things. You
think, you hear something, you're not sure. You feel like there's always
something watching you, but there's nobody there. And she would often hear people
downstairs in the kitchen talking. And the way that the house is oriented the
staircase is it's a closed off staircase, so you have walls on both sides
of you as you walk up, and then you have a slanted ceiling above
you as you escalate up the stairs. So in the master bedroom, she'd
be up there reading and she would hear people chatting down in the kitchen,
and she said she could never make out what they were saying. It was
always just like soft chatter back and forth. And she would hear as if
someone was stirring a tea cup or coffee cup, that clanking you hear of
the spoon hitting against the walls of the cup She would always stop and call
out for my mother or my uncle, thinking that they came home early,
but she would never get a response. So she'd go down and at the
very bottom of the stairs, we have one big platform step, and she
said it never failed. As soon as she got to that bottom step,
that would go silent, and she would turn the corner, because again,
you can't see either side of the house as you're coming down these stairs,
and when she would turn the corner, there was just nothing, absolutely nothing.
It goes silent, goes quiet. She likes to say it happens so
often. One night that she thought someone was in the house, and she
went through the entire house, all the way down to the basement, and
she said there was a cupboard down there that was just barely cracked open,
and she's thinking, it's do or die. I got to open this cupboard.
I gotta see if there's someone in here hiding. When she opens it
very quickly, and of course there's nothing. There's absolutely nothing. She just
over time, I guess you just get used to it. It's whatever.
It's just the house, people have lived here before. It's not bothering me.
One night, my grandfather was home, he wasn't working that night.
They're laying in bed, my grandmother's reading, my pop's sitting there doing the
paper, and they hear somebody coming up the stairs clear as day. And
I can attest because I've heard it so many times. Sounds like anyone just
walking up the stairs. That creaking because it's an old house and under the
carpeting it's old wood, so you're hearing that creaking. And my grandfather says,
who's coming home? Who's home? Who's coming up the stairs, And
she said, it's nobody. It's nothing. It happens all the time.
No, I'm telling you, somebody is coming up these stairs. She said,
there's nobody there, Jim, I'm telling you, there's nobody here.
So he opens the door, it goes out, and of course it's pitch
black. There's nothing. There's nobody. Home goes downstairs. My mother's still
out, my uncle's still at work. There's nothing. So this happens time
and time again. My mother too, having lived in my old bedroom.
It would soon be my bedroom, but it was her bedroom first. She's
in there, and she said there were so many times she would be pulling
out her clothes for the next day, or just sitting there on the bed
and doing things, and her door would just creak open. And these doors
in this house, they're incredibly old and heavy, and these door knobs are
just like solid metal, and they have these old key holes. That's they're
very old doors, and it just slowly creaks open. And she said she
would open it quickly and never there was never anyone there. And so fast
forward to the early nineties, my mother meets my father, they get married,
and they move into the house directly across the street. We're neighbors with
my grandparents now all the time. Eventually I had my brother born as well.
We're only a year and a half apart, so we're very close in
age, and we were always across the street at my grandparents' house. Grew
up there my whole life. My mother grew up there, my uncle grew
up there, My grandparents have been there for years now. And as a
kid, you just feel so much more sensitive to things because you're not trying
to rationalize everything. You're new to this world. Everything feels so exciting and
just new, and you don't know much about scary stories. You've never seen
all these scary movies. You're four or five years old, and you feel
like you're constantly being watched in this house. It never failed. When I
got to be about five years old, my brother was turning three, my
parents had separated, and when they separated, my mother, my brother,
and I we moved nearby, but we moved into an apartment, and my
father moved close by as well, in his own home, and we lived
in that apartment for about two years before my grandparents decided they wanted to sell
the house to us. So here we are a little bit older. Now
I'm still in elementary school, but we're moving into this house used to be
nanny and Pop's house, and now it's ours. And I get my own
bedroom upstairs, and my brother gets his own bedroom downstairs, and my mother
moves into my grandparents' old bedroom. That master bedroom that I was discussing is
like over right at the top of the stairs, and I remember constantly being
terrified when I went to sleep at night. You hear people talking and there's
nobody there. You hear people in the kitchen cooking and there's nobody in the
kitchen, and you always feel like you're being watched and it's not, Oh,
there's just something here. I can feel it. It's like this heavy,
No, there's I feel uncomfortable. I feel scared, like my heart
is racing, the hair on the back of my neck is standing up.
It got to the point where every night and to this day, sometimes just
because of how traumatizing it was, I would sleep with the covers over my
head and I would leave just a little bit of room for me to breathe
out of because I didn't want to see anything. I didn't want to hear
anything. For years and years, I remember the very first vivid experience I
had. My brother and I were downstairs with my mom. She went to
bed, and my brother and I had fallen asleep on the couch and I'm
laying there. I guess in my sleep, I had wrestled the covers up
to the point where they were just covering my face. And I'm cold,
I have nothing covering my body. I'm cold, and that feeling came over
me and I thought, oh my god, I'm not alone. I didn't
want to take the covers off of my head because I didn't want to see
what I knew was there. But I was also so cold, and I
couldn't ignore it. Don't want to turn back around and go to sleep on
the couch, knowing that this thing is somewhere, and so I pull the
covers off of my head. And where we're sleeping in the living room,
it's almost like an open floor plan. You have an L shaped couch over
to the left if you're walking in, and when you look to the right,
there's a dining table and this old picture on that back wall, and
on the side of that wall it's an entrance to the kitchen. So I'm
laying here on the couch and i take the covers off of my head because
I'm like, I have to do this, and I sit up and I
go to turn over to put the covers over me, really quick, thinking
I can do this quickly. I can do this quickly. And when I
look, there's this figure standing in the back by that picture I just discussed,
right where the entrance of the kitchen is, and it's just looking right
at me and the thing, and this turned out to be a super common.
Thing that scared me the most was that it looked like my mom,
but it was not my mom, and it had this black hair just like
my mom. It was so black, wearing the black sweater and she's wearing
all black, and it's just looking at me, and I remember thinking,
oh my god, what is this? And I like gasped because it was
all I could do out of fear. And when I did that, it
took a step towards me. My heart's racing and I'm starting to breathe heavy,
and it just shakes its head no, very slowly at me, just
no. And I'm frozen. At this point. I don't wanna make a
sound. I don't wanna make a movement. It's just coming closer and shaking
its head no. And at one point it's stops and it just walks backwards,
never breaking eye contact, and then it turns while it's still looking at
me. So his head turned and they walk right into the kitchen, and
I'm thinking, oh, it's gone, this is over, It's done.
No. No, I go to get up, and I stop because it
comes back and it does the same thing. It's just and at this point
I don't understand it to this day, but it's shaking its head so quickly
at me no, and it's just kind of walking at this slow pace,
slow and steady piece and it gets halfway between that room and where I am
and I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't stay quiet. I couldn't just
sit there in fear. And I shake my brother because he's sleeping next to
me, and I say, AJ, I need you to wake up AJ
and he comes out of it and he's what And when he I when I
woke him, it just stopped. It didn't It didn't disappear like I thought
it would. It didn't retreat like it did the first time. It just
stopped and stood there, not shaking its head. No more shaking its head.
It's just standing there. And I said, ah, do you see
that? Do you see that? And he sits up and he's looking and
he does not see it. And I'm thinking to myself, how does he
not see it? I said, you don't see that. It's standing right
there looking at us. He said, no, I don't see it.
And I'm thinking, I don't know what's going on. But I reach there's
a standing lamp right beside me, and I turn it on and as soon
as I turn it on, it's gone. It's just gone. I grabbed
my brother and I said, we're going upstairs. We're going to get mom.
And I grab his little hand, and I remember having so much fear
running because I had to run through where it was just standing to get up
those stairs to my mom. And I thought, I have to do it.
And I just my brother and We've run up the stairs and I'm shaking.
I am terrified, and I'm like mom, I'm next to her bed.
I'm holding my little brother's hand and I'm like, mom, I just
saw something downstairs. And she's half asleep. Oh, it was nothing.
You need to go back to bed. I said, I'm not going back
to bed. I'm not going in the room alone. No, she said,
you can sleep. You can sleep in here with me. So my
brother and I we crawl into bed with her. We go to sleep.
In the morning, I tell her everything that I saw. She doesn't believe
me. She doesn't want to hear it. The house isn't haunted, there's
nothing here. You were sleeping, you were seeing things, and I'm thinking
my brother didn't see it. In it, I don't know, I don't
know what that was. What happened so continuously, these just being woken up
and always seeing something and always hearing things. It got to the point where
I only slept on the floor next to my mom's bedroom for years, years
until I was a young teenager, and I just did not want to be
alone. There were so many times. I remember. I woke up one
time, same feeling. There's someone watching me, and I have the blanket
to it from my face and I'm thinking, not again. I take the
covers down, and there's this woman standing next to me, to my left,
and she's wearing this dress and she had her hair and a pony like
a bow like thing in it, and she's just looking at me, but
she doesn't look She didn't scare me. It was more confusing for me this
time. And she just looks away from me and she walks straight ahead into
the bathroom that's attached to my mother's bedroom. And when she did that,
we had a dog and she always slept at the foot of my mother's bed.
She jumped down and she ran to the bathroom and she's ferociously barking into
the bathroom and I'm thinking to myself, validation, finally, something to confirm
that I am not seeing things. And my mother's woken up by the dog
and she's Chelsea, come over here, stop barking, and the dog would
not leave the bathroom. It just sat there in front of the doorway,
just low growling at whatever had just gone in there. And at this point
eventually I fell back asleep. There's another night, same place, on the
floor next to my mother's bed, and I have that feeling, and I'm
thinking, Okay, I guess I'm going to see what's here. This time.
I take the covers off of my head and I didn't see anything immediately
around me, and I'm thinking, this is so weird. And so I
sit up and I turned to the right and look over my mother's bed,
and there's this man, this older man, and he's standing on the other
side of my mother's bed. He's looking at the wall, and we had
pictures up on that wall, and I don't know if he sensed it.
I was looking at him. He turned to me and he gave me this
smile. And it was the only time I think that I'd ever seen anything
in this house that I was not terrified. I was confused, again,
who is this man? Why is he smiling at me? And I just
turned and I slowly laid back down, very confused, and the feeling wasn't
going away. This thing hadn't gone like many of them did. I sat
back up because I'm thinking, is he still here? And when I look
now, he's kneeling next to my mother and he takes his hand and he
just puts it on her chest while she's sleeping. She's laying on her back,
and when he did that, she just inhaled very deeply, and I
remember feeling, oh my god, what is he doing? What's happening?
And he was gone, just like that, and I'm thinking, oh my
goodness, what am I seeing all of these people? Are they all here?
Are they all passing through? I'm thinking we do live up the street
from a funeral home, but I have no idea where these things are coming
from. And then there's a day I'm at my grandparents new home and we're
going through old picture albums and oh, this is your mother when she was
a child, and this is your uncle when he was such and such years
old. And I said, who is that old man? Because that's the
man I saw next to mom's bed, And it turned out to be my
grandmother's dad, who I had never met, I had never seen in my
entire life. He passed before, long before I had been born, and
I thought, I guess that would make sense, because he's one of the
first things I've ever seen that didn't terrify me. And I told my grandmother
what I saw, and she started crying, and she said that my mother
was so dear and precious to him, and that she wasn't surprised to hear
that he came back to see her one last time. The thing that got
me, though, was the clothes he was wearing, apparently were the clothes
that he wore all the time, and that he was buried. And I
had no idea. I just remember seeing the khakis and the button up with
the collar and I just described it to a tea and had no idea who
this man was until later. And at this point, now I'm getting older
and I'm in high school, and I'm still seeing things, and my brother
is now experiencing things too. All the time. When you talk about these
things in the house, things get worse, and so we try not to
talk about it when we're in the house. But who are you going to
talk to. Nobody else is going to really be able to hear you and
listen and be able to relate the way that you experience these things. My
brother's girlfriends throughout the years, they would stop coming into the house because at
one point my brother had moved his bedroom from the middle floor of the house
to the basement, and I did find out later that the basement was where
the man who killed himself in our house had done it. And he would
leave to go up to the Royal Farms, the gas station. He would
leave to go outside and get you cook on the grill. And so many
at least three of his girlfriends that I know personally, have said that they
have heard what sounded like my brother call their name in the house. Hey
babe, Hey babe, can you come here. They're saying their names and
it sounds like it's my brother, And they'll open that basement door. When
you open the door, you have the stairs right to your left that go
up, and then you have the rest of the laundry room on the opposite
side, and it's dark, there's nothing, there's nobody, And they'll go
upstairs and my brother car is still gone, nobody is home. Or they'll
go out back and he's still out cooking at the grill. Has no idea
what they're talking about. It got to be where it was almost daily.
It was just consistent. You were hearing things, you were seeing things.
I was outside by the girl one day. My mom was making burgers and
hot dogs, and I'm waiting for her to come back. She went to
the house to get some things, and she comes out and she's just pale.
She looks she doesn't want to talk. And I said, what's wrong
with you? You know what's going on? Nothing, I don't want to
talk about it. And I said, what happened? And she said,
I went to turn the corner to go to the bathroom, and there was
a man standing there looking at the pictures on the wall. And she said,
as soon as she turned the corner, he looked at her and then
vanished and she came outside and she just did not I don't think she knew
what to make of it. And again, for me, it's validation.
I'm not crazy, I'm not seeing things. I'm not making this up.
It isn't something wild happening in the house. Like this is real. We're
all seeing it, we're all experiencing it. And I hated, honestly at
this point, being older, I'm in college and the only time I was
staying home anymore was when I came back for breaks. There was so many
nights. Most nights, if I'm being honest, where I just stayed at
my friend's house because I didn't want to stay there, And even my friends
didn't want to come over because every time they came over, you were hearing
things or seeing things that just didn't make sense. Up until now, the
signs have been there all along. But up next, Amber has a bizarre
encounter a conversation with this thing pretending to be her mother did stay the night.
One night, I was laying in bed and I woke up in the
morning, as I did every morning, my mom came in through my bedroom
door, and every morning she would come in, she had her coffee,
she was already dressed for work, and she's just mentally prepping for the day,
and she would sit at the end of my bed and the dog would
get up, and she would always her name is Penny. She would always
lay next to me for the rest of the morning because my mom was getting
ready to leave for work, and so she would stay with me until I
was out for the day. So I'm laying there, I'm half asleep at
first, and my mom comes in and she's talking to me, and I
slowly wake up, and I don't want to go to work today. I'm
so tired of this job. I think I'm going to make this for dinner
tonight. Can't wait to come home and see you later. I love you
too, Mom, but it'll be fine. I'll see you later. So
she leaves the room. She shuts the door. Penny's lying next to me.
I roll over and I go back to sleep, but I wake up
again because in mind you, because I was, I had fallen back asleep.
At this point, I'm not sure how much longer from when I just
saw my mom. This is and the door opens and I turn. I
wake up and I turn and it's my mom again. But she's wearing all
black now. And I said, I thought you were going to work,
and she looks at me and she says, I'm going to be late today
for them, and I said okay, And I'm thinking she did say she
didn't want to go to work today. Penny is next to me and she's
growling. My dog is a sweetheart, and she is showing teeth, hair,
standing up, growling, and I nudge her, and I'm thinking,
Penny, stop, what's the matter with you. She's wearing all black and
thinking this is weird. She's changed her clothes and she sits down on the
edge of my bed. But she sat on my feet and I said,
ma, that hurts, can you move? And when I looked at her,
she's just looking at me with this cold look, and she just smiled.
She didn't say a word. She didn't say no, she didn't say
oh, I'm sorry. She didn't move, she didn't move off of my
feet. She just looked at me and she just smirked. It wasn't like
an open teeth smile or a huge grin, it wasn't anything like that.
She just looked at me and smirked this smile. And Penny is still just
growling. And at this point I'm confused, and I look at her and
I said, you're being weird. I'm going back to sleep. I went
to roll over, and she's still sitting on my feet. And when I
went to roll over, the weight was just gone. It just gone.
And I turned to look at her and she's not there anymore. And the
door is open because of when she entered the room. The door is open,
and Penny is still going crazy. At this point, now Penny's at
the bottom of my bed and she's facing the doorway and she's just growling.
And I'm thinking, what the hell just happened, and I yell, I
said, MA, and I don't hear anything. And I'm like, I
get up. I take my phone off the charger and I'm looking at my
phone and it says it's eleven in the morning. And I'm thinking, well,
okay, well she said she was going to be late today. So
I go over to the banister and I yelled down and I said, MA.
And it's silent. There's nothing, nothing in the house, no sound.
I said, come on, pett and let's go downstairs. Let's go
outside. And I go down the stairs. I come around the corner and
I look in the living room and there's no one there. And I'm thinking
to myself, but I didn't hear the door open the alarm go off.
We have this alarm system in our house. I mean, any time you
open the door, front or back door, doesn't matter. There's this loud
beep throughout the entire house. And I'm thinking, I didn't hear that.
And so I go and I sit in the living room. I look out
the front window, and her car isn't in the driveway, and I'm thinking,
man, she must have just left in a hurry. And then I'm
sitting there and I'm processing everything, and it started to dawn on me that
might not have been my mom. Penny at this point is just she's going
berserk. She's running through the house and I'm sitting there on the couch,
and I think to myself, if I call her work and she picks up
the phone, then there's no way that was her. And so now I'm
sitting here in my head and I'm debating. I'm like, do I call
her cellphone or do I call the work and face the work could be the
truth. And so I called her work and she picked up the phone and
I just started crying, and she's rolling silverware. She worked at a bar
restaurant at the time. And I said, Mom, I just saw you.
You were just in my bedroom. You were just talking to me.
You touched me. And she said, Amber, I haven't seen you since
I came in your room this morning, and she said, I've been at
work since ten am. And I'm thinking, it was like it looked like
you, it talked like you, like it sounded like you, but it
was wearing black and she just got quiet and she said, I think you
need to leave the house. I went over a friend's house and I didn't
stay there again. For the rest of that winter break. I just stayed
at my friend's houses. And you feel terrible not staying home. You're inconveniencing
your friends, You're staying on their couches and with them. And at my
mom. At one point it was like, you can't be afraid to live.
This is your home, this is our home. I've lived here since
I was a teenager. Your grandparents lived here. This is our home.
And I said, I don't care. It's not I don't want to be
there. I don't like how I feel. There were so many days I
would just be downstairs doing the dishes, and you would just get these thoughts
in your head out of nowhere, like these dark, heavy thoughts. And
there were times I'd have to stop what I was doing and just walk outside
because I couldn't be in that house. I all eyes were on me every
room I went to, It followed everywhere I went. It was just like
there was no freedom, there was no getting away from this, and I
had nothing to do with it. But at one point my mom goes,
I think you need to talk to a psychic. I don't want to super
skeptical. No, they're just gonna they're gonna probe us for questions and try
to get answers and it's gonna be nonsense. It's nothing. No, I
found this really good psychic. I want you to go see. And I'm
thinking, oh my god. Whatever. So we get there, we show
up, and I'm in my head, I'm just like, all right,
let's get this over with. This is a waste of money. And I'm
sitting down. She starts off with tarret cards and then suddenly she says something
to validate herself. I had someone very close to me. They were horrificctally
murdered. And that person came through in the reading. And I'm thinking to
myself, how did she said her by name? And she called me by
the nickname that this person called me. And she's saying things that weren't even
in the police documents online or anything. And I'm thinking, Okay, this
is really weird. And she said, before I continue, I want to
talk to you about the man standing behind you. And I looked at her
and I said a man. And she said, he followed you here from
your house and he doesn't want us talking about him. And she said,
and that makes me think that's why you're here today. And I just looked
at her and I said, I don't know this man. And she said
he stays in your house and she said he lived there at one point,
and she said, and he's making it very difficult for me to read him
because he doesn't want us talking about him. She said, but I can
see that he either killed someone or he killed himself. She said, he's
not happy about the fact that you're here. He's not happy about the fact
that you're talking to me about him. And she said, I'm willing to
come to your house free of charge to try to figure out what's going on
with this. And at this point, I'm terrified, and I'm looking at
her and I'm thinking, what do you mean he killed someone, he killed
himself? I said, is this an evil spirit? Is this a bad
person? What are you talking about? And she said, he's not evil.
It's not like a demon, she said, at least seems all based
on her words, she said, but he likes to take the shape of
people that you know, so that he can get closer to you. And
when she said that, it hit me and I'm like, oh my god,
all the times that I've seen this thing look like my mom. I
wake up in the middle of the night and I see my mom look in
the corner of my room and it's not my mom. I see my mom
shaking her head no at me, and it's not my mom. I see
my mom come into my room and talk to me and sit on me,
and it's not my mom. And I'm thinking, oh my god, what
now. And she says I have to come to the house and I'm like,
okay, okay, that's fine. It was not fine by my mom.
My mom was not okay with it. She was very seriously scared that
things could get worse instead of better, and so we didn't let her come
over, and everything in the house really damped up after that. The next
day being we have a mirror in the living room and I was standing there
and I was just brushing my hair and this thing, I don't remember what
it was, if it was sunglasses. There's like an object on the bar.
There's a bar right next to me. It's just a short little bar,
and it just slid like right across while I'm brushing my hair, and
I just stop. I look and it's silent in the house. You're just
hearing the house settle now. And I'm thinking, oh my god, no,
I can't be here and I can't. I can't do this. I
can't see another thing. I can't. And I just left. I just
left. I went outside, I got in my car, and I left.
And I remember later talking to my brother about what I saw in my
room, and he said, are you kidding me? And I looked at
him and I'm like, you don't believe me, and he's like, I
do, because when I had moved my room to the basement, he was
asleep in bed and he said, my mom, like I said, she
work in the bars and in the restaurants. My whole life, she worked
in the bars, in the restaurants. And there were various years where she
was working nights and she was closing, or she was working in the mornings
and she was opening. And I guess during this time she was working nights
and she was closing. And AJ said he woke up because Mom came through
the door and same thing, ironically, and she sat at the edge of
his bed and she was wearing a black dress. He said, what he
thought was weird because Mom never wore dresses to work, And he said,
what are you doing in here? And she just looked at him, and
he said she smiled, and he said, unlike with me, she opened
teeth, smiled and her teeth were black. And he said, she just
smiled and looked at him, and he's get away from me. He's like
yelling at this point, you need to get out, you need to leave,
to leave me alone. And he said it just stood up and walked
backwards like it did for me that first time, never broke eye contact,
and just left out the door, shut the door. And he said,
my brother, he's a teenager. At this point, he's got not a
real gun but a BB gun you need the little plastic guns you shoot at
cans and things like that. He picks up his BB gun. He runs
to the door and he opens it and there's nothing. Pitch black. He
said, he didn't even hear someone go up the stairs. And he's thinking
same thing. I thought, what the hell's wrong with mom? What's going
on? So he goes up the stairs. It's pitch black in the house.
Mom's cars and theory, yet she's still at work, so he goes
to sleep on the couch. She comes home a couple hours later after the
bars closed. She said, what are you doing sleeping on the couch,
And he said, I saw you, same thing. I saw you,
but it wasn't you. You came in the room, you smiled at me,
and you sat on my bed. There's nothing in this house. You
need to go back to sleep. Get don't you're not sleeping down here on
the couch. Go to bed. And for years and years, maybe would
tell my mom. I keep seeing it looks like you. It looks like
you, but every time it was always in black. And at this point,
I'm thinking, this is it. I'm so tired of this. I'm
so tired of seeing things. I'm so tired of being scared. I'm so
tired of our friends not wanting to come over and not wanting to be here.
And I'm like, I have to find answers. I have to find
answers. I'm looking online, I'm doing research and I can't find a thing.
I'm talking to my dad one day on the phone and I'm asking him
questions and he gets quiet. He knows something, but doesn't want to say
it. I said, Dad, what what? I don't know? I
don't know, you know, someone did die in that house. I'm thinking
who, I don't know, I don't want to talk about it, and
I'm thinking of that. Okay. So I call my grandmother another day when
I'm talking to her, and I'm thinking, I'm telling her everything on the
phone. Dad doesn't he knows something he doesn't want to tell me. And
my uncle is living with my grandmother at the time, helping to take care
of her, and I hear him in the background yell a name. And
when he said the name, I remember thinking of our attic door because it
had that last name carved into the back of it. And I said,
who's that And he said, he hung himself in the basement of that house
when we were in high school. And I'm thinking, what were you friends
with him? No, your uncle was your other uncle, you know?
And I just had so many questions. And now I have a name,
and the name matches up with the name that's carved into our attic door.
And so now I'm researching and I'm trying to dig into this and I'm thinking,
like this, okay, So she said someone could have killed themselves or
they could have hurt someone else. And to be perfectly honest, I just
stopped. It wasn't It was almost like at this point I just didn't even
want to know anymore. I got the answers that I needed, I got
the validation that I needed from friends, from family from that and I feel
like that was enough for me. There's still nights to this day and I
don't go in that house for more than five minutes at a time. If
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