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When I was 15, my best friend took me with her to visit her grandma. She didn't want to go alone but she wouldn't tell me why. That night, when we were in bed, I was listening to the sound of silence, when I heard someone calling my name. I was completely scared because none of her family knew my name. I got up from the bed and crossed the room and opened the closet door (that's where I heard the noise coming from) but there was nothing inside. Slightly shaken, I sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what I was going to do now.

I opened the window to let some air in and that's when I saw, standing on the lawn, the vivid image of a young girl (no more than 6) covered in blood, saying "Trysh, help me". Needless to say, I shut the window rather quickly and went back to wake my friend up. Before I could tell her what happened, she asked me if I saw 'her', to which I replied 'yes'. Apparently, every time she stayed with her grandmother she would wake up hearing her name and every time there was that same little girl asking for help...