I remember being just a toddler. I loved to lie in my crib, and just watch the world go round. I didn't know everyone in my family; my sisters were like strangers to me.
One night, I was lying in my crib. I saw a girl with long black hair and a pink dress. She was smiling, but not in a bad way. I assumed it was one of my sisters, as she continued to watch over me while I sleep for so many years.
I turned four, and it was the day of my birthday. I saw my mom, my dad and TWO sisters. I asked my mom where "Emily" was, but I'm still not sure how I automatically knew her name. My mom's face drained with color, so then I knew. No Emily, no three sisters, but the little girl I couldn't explain.
As I got older (11 years), Emily got tormenting. I was in my basement with my friend, and we automatically heard the door slam. The room was pitch black, and my friend and I were terrified. I felt a sudden pain on my arm, then the door swung open and we ran. When I looked down at my arm, there were like five different teeth marks up my arm. I still have the scars today, and plenty of pictures.
I plan to post more of my stories, very soon. So while you wait, can someone explain to me what is happening me in my childhood home, and what traumatized me in my entire childhood?