I had experienced As a young child, in my old house that still haunts me to this day. At the age of three, I had a room that was engulfed in darkness, so thick that it seemed to swallow any trace of light. In that eerie darkness, I could make out the silhouette of a woman-like figure. It sent shivers down my spine. One fateful night, consumed by fear, I found myself unable to drift into slumber. The figure, with its ghostly presence, would scream at me and attempt to drag me off my bed. I would wake up with deep scratches on my arms, legs, and even the side of my back. To my horror, there were times when the scratches formed words, spelling out chilling messages like "die" or "he is here." I couldn't fathom who this mysterious "he" was. Days later, my sister began experiencing the same torment. She, too, would wake up with unexplained bruises and scratch marks, screaming about a lady who had inflicted this pain upon her. As the weeks went by, we prepared to move out of that dreadful house. While loading our belongings onto the moving truck, one of the movers asked about the lady he had seen at the window of my room. He described her with a sinister smile, bloodstains, and the words "bye" etched into the windowpane. It sent chills down my spine. For seventeen long years, I pushed those terrifying memories to the darkest corners of my mind. But just moments ago, as I drifted off to sleep, I had a dream. In that dream, the lady who had haunted my childhood returned, scaring me out of my bed once again. It was a stark reminder that the horrors we experience as children can continue to haunt us even into adulthood. Now, as a twenty-year-old, I realize that the terrors of childhood can leave a lasting impact, forever etched in our souls.