This was a time I was living in Kent and my parents hadn't split up yet. I was 5 or 6 and Bella 3 or 4. My half brother was about 8 or so and my cousins were there, between Belles age and my age and there are three of them. My parents were out of the house and had my great grandmother watching us until my aunt came over with her kids. I really didn't know why they came over, but as soon as they did, my aunt jumped into the shower. I never understood why.
Well being kids, we played tag in the apartment and hide and seek. The game went one for maybe a little more than 5 minutes until my aunt screamed and ran out of the bathroom in a towel and her legs bleeding. We just stared at her, until Bella and my older cousin went to the doorway at the end of the hall to look into the bathroom and ran back to my aunt scared, crying.
I didn't have to look into the bathroom to see who or what scared them. There was a lady at the end of the hall, who looked sad and scared. I admit, she was scary, but when she looked down, she had a baby in her arms and she was severely bleeding and was wet. I stared at her as she walked back into the bathroom.
I kept seeing her in the bathroom when I was alone. She never did anything to me, but she did scare me a lot. My mom said, while living there, I would sleep walk, but when we moved or spent the night somewhere else, I wouldn't sleep walk at all. I never forgot about that apartment or those apartments. I remembered where things were and how they were and how I acted.
Now, I don't live there, but my best friend does. We dropped her off at home and I noticed the flags outside were blowing in the wind and realized there wasn't any wind before. I told my mom that and all she said was, "I know these apartments really well." She didn't even look at me when she said that.
Then when we asked what she was talking about, she told us the story about a house just down the street that she lived in when she was my age (17). She said that a woman was haunting the upstairs bathroom, holding a baby and wanted to scare her and her other 6 sisters. She told me how the lady died and explained what the previous owners had told them. Apparently, the woman was cheated on and abused by her husband, that she killed her baby and drowned herself.
It was the scariest thing in my entire life and now I'm afraid of taking baths or ever having a bath tub. She apparently followed my mom to her new apartment, in those apartments. And no where else. I will never forget that place, as much as I want to, the memory sticks and the whole family tries not to talk about it.
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