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so now i believe this time i moved into my great grandparents house in Kenilworth ... and attended Harding School.... now i had to be like 9 or so by now.... and umm my mom was so in and out of my life at this point... she left me more then a few times alone with my great grandparents... and i was becoming rebellious against my family... and did many stupid things... i tried to over dose with Tylenol... my great grandpa died and this was my first funeral i went to and i cried so hard when i seen him... and i made my great grandma cry... i remember dating a kid who was like 4 yrs older then me... and he wanted to make me do things at a young age... but i didnt do it cause i was scared... i played with the Ouja Board... i felt like i made connections with spirits... ( i was so stupid)... but somethin FREAKY did happen... one nite... i was laying in bed and i woke up cause i heard a noise... and so i was like OMG... i was crying and could not move.. i heard music playing in my basement... and i heard people talking and walkin up and down my stairs... and walking in and out the screen door only... and so then somethin walked all the way up the stairs and came to my door... and i seen a figure of something and it said good nite to me and my mom ... and it said i love you... it walked into where my aunt was sleeping with my great grandmother and said the same things... and i told my mom the next day what happend... of course she didnt believe me ... so she waited to hear it that nite as i slept at a friends house ... and umm she called me the next day and told me she heard it that time... so i was like yea... i was tellin the truth... and she was like lets see if it happens again tonite... so i was like ok... and we waited... it was like 12:30 or 1 am (the same time each nite).. and so we heard it.. so my mom gets out of the bed and turns the lights on to the basement... and the music stops...so she is callin down there and no one answers... so i try to get my dog to go down there and OH NO... she ran into my bedroom and hid under my bed... cause somethin was there... and i knew it... but there was nothin i could do.. and from that nite on .. it never happened again... i had 3 cats and one died... that was a sad day in my life... i also burried a kitten that died at birth.. ='( and my mom got locked up when i was 12... i had to talk to the schools pyshc. ... and she had told my aunt that i had alot of problems and that i needed to be on lots of meds and i need to be in a special school... and my aunt told her that she is FUCKED up in the head and needs to apologise to me cause ... yea i have issues... my mom is locked up!... and i was in 6th grade... how does a child act to that?!... so she apologised to me... and when my mom came home from jail... we had to start seeing a in office type pysch.... and that didnt work out to well.... (my mom was locked up for having 8 things of coke on her)... and so yea... this is the time my great grandma was gettin sick... and she died... when she died i didnt show that i cared up until it was the last day i seen her in the casket alone and i cried my heart out to her... (she was mean... but i still loved her).. and i learned more about what my mom was doing... and i found home made crack pipes in her stockings... and brought them to my aunt and uncle and they talked to my mom.... and my mom hated me for finding them.... and she yelled at me to not go thru her things... and so we had to kinda leave my great grandparents house cause my aunt wanted to sell it... and so i moved in with my oldest uncle... and left my mom ... i seen the look on her face that she was sad... but at the same time she didnt care... i wont forget that look...