When I was two years old my mother and I moved to a small town and lived with one of my great aunts. We lived with her until I was five years old. My mother had found an old house across town that she thought was perfect for the two of us. First look at the house and I didn't like it at all, I remember that day we went inside with the rel estate lady. Everything inside needed remodeling and my mom said she would fix everything so it'd look nice so I didn't care about how it looked at the moment. Then the other lady showed us the bedrooms, one was fine but the second one... It was one of the cleanest rooms but I was scared to go inside because of the dark feeling I felt.
My mom somehow talked me into going into the room but I soon ran out after looking at the closet built onto the wall in the corner of the room. My mother ended up buying the house and fixing it up so that we could live in it. She painted my room a light pink color and painted a garden on the wall with a chalkboard underneath it. Still I told her it was too dark but she didn't understand what I was saying. I never slept in my room at night because of how the shadows would move on the walls. As I grew older I had nightmares, well the same one really. One were a lady dressed in an old nightgown with long frizzy curls would bring me to the basement of the house and stand there whispering things to me that I really didn't understand. She'd talk so fast and then the whispering would get louder until Id wake up drenched in sweat. I'd walk around the house after my dreams, just screaming for my mom not being able to see her even if she was in front of me.
My mom made me draw her one night so I did. I drew the lady from my dreams standing there in her nightgown with blood dripping from her arms. She looked at the drawing and looked disturbed as ever then threw the drawing out. As I got older I could see her standing there in the corner of my room when the light was off so I slept with the lights on. It soon got worse and she started showing up in other rooms of the house, whispering things to me that I couldn't understand. I was suddenly 14 years old when I could finally understand her. I could see her face and see how pale she was with dark brown eyes.
Not wanting to be around I often left when I could and go to a friends house and I slept so peacefully. But when I'd come back home the lady would be angry with me and it'd scare me on how she would look at me. I had a dream about her that was different from the rest one night. She walked me to my classroom at school and I opened the door seeing my classmates. There was man in black wearing a big black hat who just pointed at everyone who was sitting silently in their seats. I watched them as the lady whispered to me. I knew what they wanted but I couldn't do it, never would do it. Those whispers I heard soon turned into roaring demonic sounds, I heard them every morning and every night while I slept.
One night I snapped and told my mom I was going to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and the lady was there standing behind me. She brought comfort while I shoved sleeping pills down my throat, even though I know it wasn't right. I was soon sent to a hospital for a week and she followed me there scratching at the corner of the walls being silent as ever.
I finished my senior year with her tormenting me more with nightmares, ones more intense that I'd wake up shaking and gasping for air with my chest hurting like crazy along with scratches on my back. I'm now 19 years old living in the same house no longer having nightmares but still wondering if I'm crazy or actually hearing the scratching on my walls and seeing the lady standing there next to my bed waiting for me to sleep. She also started to whisper to me again but I can't understand anything she says.