When I was in kindergarten, and around five or six, I lived in a two-story house in Alaska. I had a lot of siblings, but I was the youngest. My only sister, however, was the oldest.

I remember a string of things that happened in her room, the only bedroom on the top floor.

At that age, I had an extremely abusive step-father, which I think may have caused the entity to come about, along with my mother's addiction to paranormal shows.

Anyways, I was fine with my sister's room when we first moved there, but about three months after, I, for whatever reason, started refusing to go inside. I started saying weird things to my mom and step-father, saying there was something in there, something that didn't like me. My sister, bless her soul, thought that I was talking about her, and tried to convince me that she loved me very much. My mother insisted that it was because I had watched those shows with her, and my imagination was running wild. My step-father smashed my hand beneath a chair as punishment for "imagining things."

I remained insistent that something was in there, until one night, I was snug in my own bed, and had an odd dream that confirmed my theory.

I was sitting in the kitchen, playing with my Barbie dolls, when I heard my mom talking to my sister about her room. "An entity... it despises, no, loathes, your sister... never... don't let her..." Are the only fragments of the conversation that I remember, since this was years ago.

My dream then flickered to a man, taller, more muscular than my step-father. He was carving an infant's body out, while a woman was crying for him to stop behind him. He was muttering words I'd heard only from my step-father to my mother, curse words.

I woke up at what must have been around 2:00 am, terrified and scarred, the woman's cries and the man's words echoing in my mind. I was going to run to my mother's room, but my step-father was in there. My brothers were no better than my step-father, so I made an awful decision. I ran up the stairs and went to my sister's room, when I saw the woman, her eyes seemingly hollow. I tried to shriek, but no sounds came out, when the woman began to walk towards me. I turned around and ran as fast as I could, when she started to chase me. I ran downstairs and burst into my mother's room, collapsing as she tackled me. My mother got up and shone her phone toward me, and right then was when the woman disappeared.

My step-father woke and hit me just for the fun of it, but my mother held me close and tight, and a few months later, we moved out of that house, as well as my mother getting a divorce with my step-father.