I was 9 years old when these events or incidents happened. Now I am a 15 year old teenager. We lived in Boston (an American city) at the time. I was only 3 months old when my mother died. Someone killed him and kept him in our closet (a kind of cupboard). I'm not lying one point. I later heard these words from my very loyal people. When I was 9 years old, I would sometimes hear strange noises from under my bed. I was sometimes very scared and terrified by this word. I keep hearing this word until I am 11 years old. I haven't heard a word for almost a year since I was 11. But then it comes back in a horrible form! I suddenly start to feel more horrible. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night with a terrible scream. Sometimes I would see someone's shadow walking on the wall. Hearing the screams, it seemed as if an injured person was in excruciating pain. What I want to describe is very difficult. Impossible. Because it is not possible to explain some facts orally or in writing. Suddenly something popped up in me. I lost control of myself. At this point I write something with a pen on a piece of paper on my desk and faint at the end of the writing. When I regained consciousness, I saw that the paper said, “Your turn is coming! Coming soon! ”Then my school was almost over. When I finished school at the age of 14, that level of noise and screaming increased. One day I ran out of the house screaming in fear. My father and mother (honest mother) were not at home then. A police van rescued me and took me to the police station. From there I was sent to school. After hearing everything I said there, the authorities decided to send me to a mental hospital. Their idea made me go crazy. Because I told them about those screams. Even the night I saw the mutilated corpse of a man under my bed, I was not overwhelmed. My father and stepmother cried a lot for me. Did not gain. I was taken to Balmount Hospital. I was treated there for 1 year. There was no gain. Those voices and screams still haunt me every day. Now I am no longer afraid. Just waiting for that big day, the day when the real thing will happen.
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