As she woke up by the screams of the same woman, Amy started to believe it wasn't her imagination and it was real. She quickly got out of bed and took out the knife she hid. She slowly crept down the stairs and looked around, she found her way to the kitchen and saw a faded figure of a women staring at the knife son the counter. Amy stepped closer, the next step she took creaked. The woman turned at ran to her, she stopped right in front of her. An inch between their faces, Amy held out her knife and strikes the woman in the face. The woman screeched in pain, Amy panicked and ran to her room and locked herself in. Angela calmly said "Why are you running and holding that knife," Amy responded with, "There's a reason you told me to keep that knife right?" "So I used it to protect me." Angela questioned Amy, " All I saw was you running the knife through the air" Amy was confused, so looked down the stairs and saw none. Angela said, "Are you feeling alright?, I think your imagining things." Amy agreed and took a nap, to clear her thoughts. Amy woke up in the middle of the night hearing whispers in her ear. She opened her right eyes little and saw the woman standing next to her bed saying, "Help me." Amy brushes the thought away and went back to sleep. In the morning Amy heard the woman again so she asked Angela, "Can you hear what the woman is saying?" Angela responded with, "No, once again your making things up it probably you thinking of your mother. Angela added on, "how was your mother like?" "May you tell me how was she like?" Amy in a soft voice said, "Ok"...