When I was about 3, my grandmother lived in this big white house. I lived with her and my mother. My mother and I shared a room and my grandmother had her own. One night my grandmother heard a voice say "Can you hear me now?" so she got scared and went downstairs to the couch. The same night a little later, my mother heard the same voice saying the same thing. She also went downstairs.
A few days later my grandmother and mother noticed me separating my toys into 2 piles and talking to the walls. The told me I told them that I had a new friend named O My Lord.
I described her as wearing a blue party dress with long blonde, curly hair, with a blue bow on her head.
When we took trips up north I used to point to the tops of the trees and say she was there.
I asked a few neighbors about the history of the house and I found out that a judge had built it a long time ago and he had killed his daughter and shoved her body in to the closet of my room.
While my grandmother was living there, her youngest son would have terrible night terrors. But only around me and the house. He continued having the night terrors until he moved out then he was fine. It was an every night thing with him.
My family no longer lives there. A new family moved in, so I really can't give an update or anything.
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