Ever since we’ve lived in our house, which was built in 1921, my family has  heard footsteps upstairs when no one was there and smelled rose perfume which no one in my house wears.

At my ex-step-father’s house, I lived in the basement with my step brother.

When I was a child of elementary school age, I would stay at my grandma’s house every weekend. It was my absolute favorite place to be as a kid because, to me, it always seemed completely steeped in strangeness. Grandma R was a weird, sweet lady who was incredibly spiritual and dabbled in Wicca every so often - I remember she used to do things like wash my hair in rainwater and chant to the full moon. My mom thought she was completely mental, but I loved her and loved staying with her because it made me feel magical.