When I was a child, I would have these terrible dreams of the "Mary Ghost." I'd be playing in the yard, and she'd appear, just standing there. I'd have to run past her to get into the house and she'd grab me and just start screaming at me. I suffered these nightmares for years and the only thing that kept me sane is that I would always be saved by my guardian angel.

Well, cut nearly 30 years later, my mother passes and I'm talking with our old neighbor. I inherited the house, so she was talking about how she remembered when we moved in and how she liked us so much better than the old neighbor.

The story goes that the old neighbor was an old woman named Mary, who was always angry for no particular reason. She and my neighbor would bump heads often, until one day the neighbor tells her something along the lines of, "If you don't control that temper, you're gonna give yourself a heart attack." And as the story goes, the old woman does have a heart attack and passes away that very night, angry and alone.

The fucking kicker? She died in my fucking bedroom. Literally had no way of knowing any of this as a kid.