Hello and welcome to day 11 of 30 Days of Terror.

I've got three stories for you today. I think it's three. I think it's three.

So we're going to get straight into it. Let's do this.

Our first story today comes from Siprianna. For a bit of backstory, I've three

sisters and one brother and I'm the youngest. My sister closest in age is three

and a half years older than me and my only full sibling. Both my parents were

married before they married each other and they each had children with their

previous partners. My half siblings were in their mid to late teens by the time I was

born. This is important later I promise. My parents met in college as older

students. My father was working towards his PhD and my mother was in

college for the first time in her late 30s. After my sister was born,

they moved into student housing apartments that were for low-income students.

It was a wonderful place to live with families from all over the world.

My mother speaks really fondly of living there. The sense of community thrived

and everyone looked after one another. Everyone was poor and just trying to make it.

They fed each other, clothed each other and kept watch over each other's

children. I was born while they lived there and we left when I was about three,

so I have no memory of living there. Although my parents loved the community,

they were also very aware that in these apartments there was something very wrong.

My mother describes a feeling of unrest and dread that she would sometimes

feel in the apartment. When my sister was born, they set up her nursery

in the small spare room. My mother never liked that room.

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