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I have had a couple of experiences, both weird and paranormal when I was around three to five years

of age.

Growing up, I was a really timid and scared child. I would

never leave my mother's arms and would cry if she even went to the bathroom, not to mention the fact

that my two older sisters would try to scare me a lot, as it was their way of joking around.

Anyways, before I moved to Australia, I lived in South Asia, and we used to live in these flats,

apartments that were really old, but pretty lively.

There was a lot of young families in our flats that had children that were around me and my

sister's ages.

We often spent most of our time playing with them. So one day,

my sisters, three of our other friends and I, were running up and down these flights of stairs,

playing tag. We all stopped on a certain floor that one of my friends used to live on. She was

quite older than us, too, around 13 or 14.

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