When I was 4 years old me and my mom and sister stayed with one of my moms friends for a while and like a normal little kid, you'd think, when I was alone and talked to myself then I just had an imaginary friend; well in this case the person I talked to wasn't imaginary but still not so alive.
The woman I was talking to was my mom's friend's grandma that died years ago in that very basement. My mom and her friend always thought when I was talking to myself that I had a little imaginary friend but turns out they figured something had to be up when one morning they were going through an old picture album and I pointed out my moms friends grandma and said, "That's my friend Elanore".
I've never met this women so no way in hell did I know her name. But of course it was the woman's name so my mom was scared to death and we all moved upstairs. I wasn't allowed in the basement anymore and after we moved out I never saw her again.
Every time I move somewhere I sometimes feel like there's something wrong and I cant really make it all out but I can still tell someone or something's there.
By Maranda Holcomb, Copyright 2009
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