The horror story: My new house

Last year when I was in my new house alone (my family’s old house) I heard a voice that said to me: “ Keira, I’m here; I’m in the kitchen”. When I heard the voice I went to the kitchen and I saw a woman who had a knife in her hand. I was very afraid and I ran to my bedroom and I closed the door. When I turned round I saw the woman again but now with a rope in her hand.


Then I said: “ What’s your name? What do you want?” and she said: “My name’s Jess. I’m your dead grandmother. When I was young I was like you and I remember when I was a young woman and I didn’t like anything, so you left this house and never return”.
I was very afraid, so I took my things and I left the house!
Now, I live in EEUU, far from my house, and I live with my boyfriend because I’m very afraid that my grandmother will come back.