I wrote on another post here. I grew up in south Knoxville. I lived in this house with my grandparents and mother for a few years and I absolutely hated it. I still have dreams about being back in this house and it terrifies me to my core. We moved in here after my brother passed. It was a two bedroom I shared a room and bed with my mother. The first dream I had here was about a relative I didn’t even know yet. He was in a black hoodie around my school and I was trying to figure out what was going on and he slowed everyone down and said I’m seeing the dead people. I woke up terrified. It was 2:55 am. For the better part of a two years every night I would wake up at 2:55 am every morning and experience the same terrify experience. I’d see a shadow go past my window on the outside and then hear fast paced footsteps from the kitchen where the door was all the way to the living room. Loudly for at least 10 minutes and I’d just cry. Sometimes they’d stop at my door sometimes they’d just stay in the kitchen and sometimes they’d mess in the fridge or pantry door. I can’t recall exactly what event petrified me the most but one time I woke my mom up and made her stay up to hear it and she was also terrified although she didn’t believe and she thought she was just going crazy with grief and so was I. It got easier more routine to hear this and go back to sleep. I even made ear plugs to be unbothered for when I woke up at that time. Things were decent. Creepy but decent until one night I had to do the dishes( my grandmother hated me and the fact I was mixed race so I was constantly doing chores) when it got cold and the laundry door moved a little but I ignored it. I had to put the dirty towels I used in the washer and when I went to go in there, I don’t know what I saw I really don’t but I had my full blown first panic/anxiety attack and passed out. All I remember is feeling like someone was hovering over me. Leering. Of course when I woke up I ran in there and told them what happened and no one believed me but they saw how sweaty I was. They just thought I was lying to get out of chores. There was another occurrence that happened here as well that I’m even unsure of because I’ve blocked it out but all I can remember is being petrified and walking into the bathroom with the lights off. I’m unsure if I’d even feel comfortable recalling. I can’t even drive by this home. I hate it. Absolutely. And I’m honestly glad I’ve blocked out some occurrences because I’d love to forget about this terrifying place and that’s not even me being dramatic. It’s like it still is trying to call out to me in my dreams to get me back there.