Normal visits on the weekends turn into a nightmare as a presence is determined to make

itself known.

In trying to rationalize the situation, our storyteller, to this day, does not have an

explanation for the occurrences.

My name is Edwin, and here is Catherine, true, scary story.

My story takes place in a little city close to Montreal, maybe an island from Montreal,

called McMasterville.

Back in the day, I was around 14, 13 years old when my dad bought the house.

At the time, he had two other children, now he has four.

When we were only three, me and my two brothers, he had also his wife with him.

My parents were separated.

I was going to my dad's on the weekends.

I was pretty excited that he bought a house that I could have a room in, because for so

long, I didn't have a room.

Everybody had their rooms.

I had my own room upstairs.

It was a two-story house, because the winters are pretty rough in Canada.

We have to have a basement, because the pipes will freeze.

We have the basement, and we have the main place.

Everybody's room was upstairs at first.

My room was at the end completely of the corridor.

I don't remember exactly when it started, like all the things happening.

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