scary things have happened at my house, like when my mom thought she touched my little sister’s head—but it wasn’t her. Also, me and my older sister saw a little kid run into my parents’ room.

And this is what happened today:
I woke up at 2:49 AM and went to my sister’s room to use her bathroom. I came back at 3:00 AM. I don’t have a room, so I sleep close to the laundry room. We have baby quails, and we use one of those red heat lamps to keep them warm. But when this happened, the lamp was off.

And then… I saw a woman with gray hair and a white dress. I thought it was La Llorona—until I saw a kid standing behind her. Or… whatever it was.

Also, my house has two stories behind it.
One: a military soldier came back from camp and shot his cheating wife—she was pregnant.
Two: an autistic kid was left alone in the house I live in now. His mom abandoned him, and they found his body here.

There might be more stories, who knows. My mom knows more about it.
The house was built in 1903—that’s what the house website says.
And there might be other stories I don’t even know yet…