Some families passed down airlooms, but others passed down something far darker.

From a childhood spent clutching a Bible under the light to a presence that grew stronger with every child that she had.

Here's a story of a shadow that stayed even though with light around and the moment

it finally let itself be seen. My name is Edward and here's Tracy's true scary story. So we're going to go back to the very beginning,

because I'm pretty sure this thing follows the familial lines through my mother's side.

So I did not have a very good childhood. Things were going on with so-called

real-life scary people. And I was tossed between my grandparents, my biological mother,

and my biological uncle and his wife at the time.

The things that went on in the background were mostly unnoticed.

My mom, papa, is my grandmother and grandfathers.

They lived in an extremely old, rundown one-bedroom cabin out in Morganton, North Carolina.

Once she turned off the main road, it was pretty much only three houses between that and

all the way back in the little hauler where my

grandparents' cabin was. You crossed this little bridge over the creek and then it was kind

of a little plateau and then everything started going uphill. They had a little clearing

around the cabin and he had a tall pole barn where he kept all his tools and everything and the rest just straight woods, mostly like pine trees and that kind of thing.

And that is where my happiest memories of childhood happened. And that's mostly because I was allowed to be a child. I can have vague memories of just

contentment, which was very rare for me at that time, and it never felt like I was alone, but not in the

heart race and something's going to get me way, but in a more comforting, it's going to be

all right. Once that sun started setting, that was a different story. That's when funny

things started happening.

I'd hear fussing, where did this go such as keys

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