User blog comment:Helel ben Shahaar/The World is Not In the Books/@comment-27905100-20170723143738

Late to the party here, but what else can you expect from me?

Sometimes when I lie in bed (like, two or three times in my life), I hear someone whisper my name. I sleep far enough away from my everyone else in the house that I'd barely be able to hear them shout.

When my brother was still a baby we were all in his room when every single one of us heard footsteps in the hallway, and when we all came rushing out, there was noone, and nothing, to be found.

Back when I was in middle school there was a rumor going around that kids had performed bloody mary or some shit in one bathroom. I went in there alone, and as I finished washing my hands, I saw something flit by in the mirror. My grandma had just died.

My sister's also asked me (recently, about a week back) if I "feel like something's in the house with us."

Up until I was about seven, I slept with the covers tucked over my head due to the fact I was nervous that I was being watched.

All of these happened in the same house, aside from the bathroom one.