As the leaves began changing, so did things with our family. My parents had found a new house for us in the rural town of Omaha. We packed our belongings, and left pretty quickly. Upon arriving and unpacking, I began exploring and found the stairs leading into the basement. Wanting to see what it looked like, Iwalked down the stairs, my fingers caressing the wall feeling what seemed to be claw marks. When I got down into the basement, the air was cooler than it was upstairs. I felt something touch my hair. I spun around, but nobody was there. I began breathing harder as I felt someone touch my arm, and then my face. I think that’s the moment I realized I wasn’t alone. For a split second I felt overcome. I ran to the stairs trying to get out, but the door slammed shut and I was pushed back down the stairs. I didn’t know where I could go because I didn’t know what it was that was after me. Scared and alone, the feeling of someone coming into me came back, but this time it didn’t go away. I was thrashing and trying to fight whatever it was, but its grasp on me was strong and it won.
What happened next, I don’t really remember. All I know is that it wasn’t just me in my body. Suddenly I was doing things and saying things that weren’t like me. The first to notice was my brother. One night, he came to talk to me. “Molly, are you okay? You have been actingreally strange lately.”
“What’s it to you?” That wasn’t me speaking, it was her. I was still fighting, but I could feel myself growing weaker by the minute. Determined not to give up on me, Matt would try comforting me by putting his arm around me, but that only made the anger inside her grow stronger and she broke his arm.
One thing I quickly realized was this thing that was living in me was hurting me and the people close to me. Though I saved my strength, my efforts were never enough. She was too strong. I didn’t know what else to do, so when I was alone one afternoon I forced myself to take a walk down by the lake near our house. Once there, I threw myself into the water. What she didn’t know was that I couldn’t swim. It was the only way I knew how to stop her from hurting people. She fought but it was no use.
Dying wasn’t as bad as I had always imagined, it came pretty quick. I was freed and felt a sense of relief, but where the other girl went, I still don’t know. To this day I wander through the halls of our home. Though my family doesn’t live there anymore, I keep waiting for her to come back. She hasn’t….yet.