April 21, 1945

Hi, my name is Maddison. I´m 18 years old. Some creepy things have been happening to me. Everyone else says I´m crazy, but I´m writing this because is the only way I can liberate myself. Since I have sense of memory, someone has visisted me. Is a woman, a beautiful, young, woman. At my childhood, I never got the opportunity of seeing her face, only her long black hair. She also was tiny and had a white skin. In her arms, I was able to see some scratches. Those were frightining. I told my parents once, they didn´t

believe me. They thought I was needed of attention, they also called me "liar". They send me with a psicologyst. He didn´t help at all. She was in my sessions too. Always, standing there, behind him. The psicologyst suggested my mom taking me to the Church. They took me there a few weeks later. As I came in, I saw her stopping at the door. I thought I was finally safe and free. I was wrong. I talked about it with the Priest. I´m not really sure if he believed me, but he prayed every single time he saw me. The last Sunday I went, he blessed me with Holy Water. I think that increase her anger, but she left me alone. Just a few days.

The days passed, my life was finally getting normal, but nothing last forever. A couple of weeks later, the torture started again. It was Friday, midnight and I felt a little pressure in my chest, I instantly opened my eyes. She was there, sitting at the cornes, looking at the wall. "Have you missed me?" she asked. I had never heard her voice. It was horrible and scary. I had no breath. I never expected that. I didn't answered. She asked again: "Have you miss me, dear?" The way she did it. There was no feeling in her voice.

She just sounded like a recorder, but as I heard her voice I started to shake. The room started getting cold, even though it was the beginning of summer.

"Please answer me".

"No" I said. My voice came out like a whisper.

"Oh, that's so sad. I did miss you".

I can't believe I was actually having a conversation with her. I guess I should have expected it.

I close my eyes, I prayed, I was scared. I wanted everything to stop, to dissapear. I was angry, but also frightened. I can't believe this is happening to me.

After the first time I heard her voice, she kept trying to make conversations with me. I guess I get used to it. I remember an specific conversation, the one where she told me who she was.

"Have you wonder why am I here?" she asked.

"Every single night, when I'm about to sleep" I said.

"Would you like to hear my story? I've been hearing you since day one.'

"Mmm, okay" I answered. I was frightened. I was about to hear wich were her reasons to bothered me.

To bothened me.

"Well, I used to have a family. I married a wonderful man. He was very rich, and we lived a glorious time. Years later we had our first daughter. Our only daughter. She was just like you. That black hair, those green eyes. You are like her. You are like me."

"I don't think I'm like you. We are very different. You're a ghost. I'm alive."

"I was alive once too. Now, let me finish."she said. "As my daughter grew up, her name was Cassie, she had became a little too brave.

I mean, she wanted to try everything, even the most attempting relief, to the biggest party of the decade. As you might imagine, her friends were just like her. But as she grew up the situation became worst. I got a strange feeling, she was in the National Park taking her way to a kind of night club. I remember it like if it was yesterday. Your mom was a few metters ahead from her. At first I confused them both, but I knew my daughter so well... A man came behind her, he took Cassie by the neck and I ran. I ran faster than ever. When I came next to them, I was still screaming. I saw your mom runing away. If only she was a few steps behind, if she had walked a little bit slower it would

have been she. Everything would´ve been different. If it wasn't for your mom that man wouldn't take us into that dirty place, he wouldn't hurt her or me. If it wasn't for all of that, I woildn't be here today."

I was scared, she ended up shouting at me. Now everythig have sense. I guess I was crying, I didn't expected to hear that.