Kristina H
1 min readJan 7, 2019

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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

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Kristina H
Kristina H

Written by Kristina H

Writer of relationships / early childhood and mental health . Poetry and fiction dabbler

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