I guess it all started when I was about 8 years old. I remember the day quite well. I lived with my grandmother from the day I was born and I always had a feeling there was something odd about our house.
Yes, in fact, we lived a normal life. Our house was a normal one and a half story wood home. Not a normal person would suspect anything odd about our house. But me, I was not normal, I mean yes physically, I looked like a normal girl, but deep down I knew I was different. But it was one day, I recall about mid autumn. I was in the shower, my grandmother was cooking dinner and my younger sister, about age 3 was playing in her bedroom. I was always afraid of being alone, so I had left the bathroom door open, just in case something happened. I remember stepping out of the shower and the door shut by itself and locked. I was terrified. I started screaming and then I felt a great chill come over my entire body. Before I knew it, the lights had gone out. I sat on the tile floor trembling. I closed my eyes and started to cry. I felt like I had been sitting there my entire life when my grandmother opened the door. I asked her why she didn't come when I called, but she said she hadn't heard anything since I got into the shower. I thought this was a little strange.
It has been six years since that and I have had no other experiences since, until about a month ago when I figured out about my family history. They were witches! Not the kind that kill or worship the devil, but they were witches. I didn't know what to think at this point in time. I was just a little scared. I called my friend Gina who knew a lot about this stuff. Well, it wasn't so bad really, but I had this gut feeling something was going to happen. That night, I went to bed early because I was not feeling to well. I felt like I had just fallen asleep when I woke up. The clock struck midnight and I felt very sick to my stomach. I headed to my bedroom door and I went to open it, but it wouldn't budge. I pulled and pulled but it didn't work. I soon got that cold feeling over my body again and I had a flash back to the night of the bathroom. I knew my sister, now being older about 9, had no part in this even though she had this thing about scaring me. She had moved out to live with my mom about a year earlier because she said she "felt safer over there." I slowly walked back to my bed a laid down. I stared at the ceiling wonder what was going on. Then I heard something. It sounded like a child's voice singing. I remember the words clearly,
"They're here, You better run,
If you want to live, They want some fun.
You're too late, You can't escape it now,
There is no way, You don't know how,
Run for your life, Run for your life."
It was horrifying. At this time I was crying and I didn't know what to do. But I finally fell asleep. Now, nothing really has happened. Except when I am all alone in the house, the piano in our livingroom plays the tune that the child was singing that night. But it doesn't bother me anymore, I have gotten use to it...