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There's something strange at the house where Allison grew up in.

Objects, the sensation of being watched,

they were all part of the family's experiences.

But there was one entity, a child, that she kept seeing.

But there was a reason, something that would explain everything about the property.

My name is Edmond, and he is Allison's true, scary story. This all started in the Philippines when I was 8, my grandparents built the house during the war.

After it was built, my parents lived there. We were there until I was 16. The house was so huge and old.

We have two floors, two livingans, one downstairs and one upstairs.

And we had a huge staircase.

I would constantly get creeped down by the skis even during the daytime.

My mom would have helpers.

We call them angels back where I'm from here in Canada they're called mates.

None of them would last. They would complain that in the middle of the night

they would hear noises in a kitchen, they would check up on it thinking someone was there.

None of them lasted long and my mom didn't know what to do. She tried blessing the house, have a priest come there every other month, blessing it, nothing worked.

My dad went off to work, my mom would work great-yardships.

It was just me and my six siblings.

I would constantly encounter a child. I think it was a boy. I didn't know back then. I was so

didn't it was a child. One time I was walking up the stairs it was a 10 p.m when I was in the middle of the stairs I heard

someone calling not by my name but it was like it was calling me like that. It was a child's voice. I froze up in the middle of the stairs.

I really hated sleeping in my room. It was huge. I felt like someone was watching me, especially during night time.

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