INWhen I was 15, my best friend took me to visit her grandmother. She didn't want to go alone, but she wouldn't tell me why. That night, as we were in bed, I listened to the sound of silence when I heard someone calling my name. I was very scared because no one in her family knew my name. I got out of bed, walked across the room and opened the closet door (that's where I heard the noise), but there was nothing inside. Slightly shaken, I sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what I would do next.
I opened the window to let some air in and that's when I saw, standing on the lawn, a vibrant image of a newborn girl (no more than 6 years elderly) covered in blood, saying, “Trysh, help me.” Needless to say, I closed the window pretty quickly and went back to wake up my friend. Before I could tell her what happened, she asked me if I had seen “her”, to which I replied “yes”. Apparently every time she stayed at her grandma's house she woke up to the sound of her name and every time the same little girl was there asking for lend a hand…
