In the garden she sits,

when I was young,

in the garden she sits,

submitted by Kyra.

When I was young, probably around six, I found this statue in the attic of the family home we had moved into.

I was very interested in her and moved her into a viewable area of the house.

Upon seeing her, my mom started going off.

Who put that here?

Who moved her?

I don't want her in this house?

I asked why she wasn't allowed. My mom said she didn't know where it came from and that she felt like she was evil and didn't want in the house. She put her outside in a non-visible place and that for some reason made me very sad even kind of angry

she belonged here this is her home too I snuck her back into the house and put her on the

bottom shelf of an old book shelf to be out of my mother's view

but available for me to talk to. Every few years she would call to me to be moved and I would oblige.

We felt linked. I felt myself putting her in very specific places facing

specific directions and being unreasonably upset if anyone else touched or moved her. I moved out of the family home when I was 18.

Now being 26, I still randomly think of her.

My parents moved away from the house for a few years,

although they do still own it,

and for the first time in a very long time

the house was vacant a few months back I had a few childhood friends reach out to me

because they were having very vivid dreams about being trapped in this house.

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