She was standing there in my bedroom.

Her skin looked great.

Her hair looked wet.

And her eyes looked dark.

The way she was staring at me was very intense.

Like she hated me.

From childhood through adulthood, Becca recounts a lifetime of chilling experiences that defy logic and follow her across states and homes.

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

My name is Becca.

I was born in Flint, Michigan.

Once I started really telling my stories in the email,

it's like the flood date's open,

and it's like all these memories just started popping out. The first story I want to tell will actually be my dad's.

Him and my mom had actually had my sister when they were about 17 years old,

and they were still living with my grandparents.

The house that they were living at, we actually called the Green House.

Right above my sister's crib, he had this Grim Reaper poster.

And my mom, she was yelling at him one day and told him that he better take it off and he better get rid of it.

He ripped it off the wall and he kind of shredded it into pieces with cutting it up.

There was a little fire pit that they had outside.

He threw it inside the fire pit and it was basically burnt.

They left, went to the store, and whenever they came back, hours later, they saw it right back on the wall where it was above my sister's crib. It looked like

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