Chapter 1

When I was around 6 years old, I was playing in the “kids room” of our house when I kept hearing this banging noise that sounded like it was coming from outside, but on the side? The tv had most of my attention so I didn’t go and see what it was because I figured it was just adults adulting

Then a little later I heard what sounded like things being moved around/ knocked over in the basement. This time I decided to go see what it was… I go into the basement, lights were on, so it wasn’t “scary” and everything was pretty normal, until I noticed a older woman peeking at me from behind some wrapped up holiday decorations.

She can tell I can see her and peeks her head up more and is smiling at me, I’m not entirely sure, but her hair didn’t look real, like she was wearing a wig, could be wrong , but it just looked off, also I don’t think she had eyebrows, but I could be misremembering that part

She had some resemblance to a friend of my parents, so I think that’s why I didn’t really panic, but she kept smiling and started saying “come here” while gesturing for me to come to her

She said it about 5 times before the smiling stopped and there was this 2 second pause where she just stared, then started saying it again, but this time like I had done something wrong

She said it around 2-3 times, and I just remember how fixated her eyes were on me and then the panic set it in, and I screamed and ran upstairs and while I didn’t see it, I could swear I heard her trying to get to me before I got out

It just sounded like she was just trying to charge at me

I make it upstairs and I’m crying hysterically for my parents and my father gets to me first..

I remember him seeming concerned, but oddly my mother didn’t seem as fazed, at least how I remember it

My father went down to investigate, found nothing, except for stuff moved and knocked over.. my parents then questioned if I really saw someone and mind you I’m still crying, but one one sibling says that I was “making it up” because I didn’t want to get in trouble for making a mess

Still, I think my father believed that I believed I saw someone

But ultimately nothing became of it

Then maybe a month or so later one night I look out my window and down the street I see a woman walking around looking in a trash can, then walking away in like some kind zig zag way

She was far enough away where I couldn’t 100% say it was her, but the hair/ wig looked very similar

Nothing became of any of this other than sometimes when I’d walk upstairs in the middle of the night I’d always hurry because of the feeling of being chased by her