This is true, think what you want, but it is. When I was 2, I lived in this old house from the 1900's, a married couple used to live there, but the husband killed his wife in the kitchen, I'm not getting into details, they were too gruesome. He then went into the garage and killed himself.
When I started walking I went into the kitchen and saw a lady (I call her Amy), she was cutting tomatoes, but then I saw her husband come in, he started chasing me, Amy tried to stop him. I ran to my grandpa and started crying. It scared me so I guess that's how I remember it.
These types of events kept happening, so I made friends with Amy, if something happened, she would protect me. I raced her up and down the hallways and jumped on the bed with her. But one day, she seemed angry, I couldn't hear her talk, I guess she was mute, I think her husband made her angry. My grandparents were laying down, Amy went in there, I followed, I asked what she was doing, my grandparents looked at me like I was crazy, Amy started shaking the dresser, I asked her to stop, she shook it harder, then she looked at me and stopped. I took her hand and walked out.
Afterward my grandparents found out the house was haunted. This kind of stuff kept happening, so we move out. I miss Amy I think about her all the time, and how she protected me.
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