I look at my friend and I say, I think what wants to hurt us isn't outside.

I think it's in the room with us.

Through a lifetime of unexplainable footsteps, vanishing objects and dark presences,

there was something far more terrifying that waded in a room.

She was warned not to enter.

My name is Edwin, and here is Kay's true, scary story.

There's lots of stories in my family about I'm talking to things that aren't there,

and not really just like babbling like a normal baby would, like having a little conversation with things.

I kind of just always remember feeling different.

Some places we would go, something would feel really negative.

And then some places it would just curiosity in the air.

And my mom always told me it was my imagination until I got older.

But growing up, it was always,

oh, Mom, I think there's something here.

I think there's something bad here. I think there's something good here. And it was always, oh, it's your imagination, don't worry about it.

I was about six when we moved into this house, and it was in Toronto right near Greek town.

And me and my mom, my brother, and then eventually my grandmother moved in with us too.

It was a really creepy house.

Like it was three stories plus a basement.

And it was just really dark.

And there was a cemetery a few doors down.

We move in and I just sensed something not good.

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