1 min readJan 7, 2019
My first memory was when I was 3. I fell down a flight of stairs that were covered in white and gold fleck linoleum. I remember my grandmother was babysitting me and she rushed to help me up and inspect me for injuries. I looked behind me at a dark shadow and yelled “don’t push!” Freaked my grandma right out
I grew up in a haunted house and will never forget that dark form