When you've lived all of your life in a house with a presence, it may take a while for

you to realize that what you're witnessing may not be as normal as you think it is.

My name is Edward, and here is Paige Trub, Scary Story.

The house I grew up in was in Palmer, Massachusetts.

I lived there from birth up until I moved out with my current boyfriend at the age of 25.

It was haunted by something, so this way I'm not sure what it was.

A family with the last name Robinson.

I changed it, that's not the real last name, I just want to protect their privacy.

They built it in the 1950s.

It's not a very old house at all, but the story goes is that the Robinson's were driving

back from a wedding in Connecticut in two separate cars.

This is Robinson and Mr. Robinson.

They are older, they're like grandparents, so in one car it was Mrs. Robinson, the grandmother

and the owner of the house, her daughter, a son-in-law, and two grandchildren.

The parents of the two grandchildren were driving behind that car.

Another car driven by a teenager was playing chicken at an intersection, and if people don't

know what that is, that's when you drive through an intersection with your headlights off,

which is very dumb game.

The teenager collided and completely just teaboned with Mrs. Robinson's vehicle.

Unfortunately, in this car accident, Mrs. Robinson, the son-in-law, one grandchild, they

all died in the collision.

The daughter and the other grandchild survived that were in that car.

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