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The Screams of Amy

Screaming Amy

On one unforgettable Saturday night, something I only thought happened in horror movies actually happened to me. On Saturday, October 3rd, at approximately 9:30pm, I received this chilling call from an unknown number. I picked up the phone to ask who was calling. No one replied. Then as soon as I waited four more seconds before hanging up, I heard a very disturbing scream. There were multiple screams in the background while whomever was on the phone was making heavy breathing noises. Due to how frighted I was I ended the call as fast as I could. My hair on my back was standing up and cold sweat was dripping from my armpits. Five minutes later the same number called again. I was going to ignore the call, but my curiosity got the best of me. I picked up the phone once again, but this time before I could say a word at all. I heard those familiar yet disturbing screams again. Then suddenly a creepy voice in the background said, “I’m here to get you.” And hung up on me. My bulb in my lamp blew out right at that moment. It scarred me almost to death. I got up and made my way downstairs to the basement to get a fresh bulb. I was so afraid of the dark I used my phone as a flashlight. Right when I made my way to the basement door, I heard a huge bang, it sounded as if the noise came from above on the second floor near the kitchen. I continued my way to search for a fresh bulb and luckily I had one left. I grabbed it and ran upstairs eager to get to my room where I felt more safe. I hurried to replace my old bulb with the new one and locked the door to my room. My parents would be home soon so I was eagerly waiting for them. I turned the TV on to keep my mind off the phone call. 

An hour passed and I heard the doorbell ring. I peeked out to see if it was my family finally coming home. But there was nobody at the door, so I hurried and looked out the other window from the back of the house to see if someone was hiding to do a prank. After all, it is the month of October and people love to scare people around this time. There wasn’t a soul in sight. Before I could make my way back to my room, I heard footsteps. I stopped where I stood. I yelled out “Who’s there!?” There wasn’t a reply, but I did hear something break. I went back downstairs to find plates broken for some strange reason. I thought about that creepy phone call earlier, then ran back upstairs. I grabbed my phone and called my parents. It rang and rang but they didn’t pick up. My body started to shake. I started hearing something growling outside of my room in the hallway. I grew silent as I slowly moved towards my door. The closer I got, the louder the growling got. I took a little peek outside of my room and heard multiple screams similar to the one I heard on the phone. I shut my door and ran to the closet and hid inside. I could hear my bedroom door crash open. The growling grew louder, I felt a shudder down my spine. I could see through the crack in closet door and what I saw, I couldn't believe. There was a naked, deformed looking figure. The mouth appeared to be cut wide open and the body wasn’t complete. It had no legs and was crawling around with blood dripping from its eyes. The strange figure slowly crawled to my closet door, sniffing repeatedly. My phone started to ring, and the figure let out multiple screams coming from its cut open mouth. I quickly left my room and ran into the dark hallway. I went for my phone to see if it was my parents calling. As soon as I answered the phone I was pushed against the wall. Before I could realize what happened the I was staring the figure in what should have been its face. I looked into those bleeding eyes and starting feeling pain in my eyes from the screaming coming from the figure. I covered my ears and felt blood coming out them. 

At that moment my parents opened the door and the figure quickly crawled away. I'll never say it again. Still to this day, I suffer from chronic nightmares after that traumatic night. I decided to do some research on the house. I ended up finding out a young lady named Amy Strong was brutally murdered. Her drunk father, (Earl Strong) who was a doctor. Sedated her one night and cut her mouth wide open and surgically removed her legs so she couldn’t escape. He left her bruised body there screaming in pain. She died drowning in her own blood from the mouth wound. It’s rumored the reason he killed her was that she refused to have sex with him. We no longer live in that house, but from what I have heard the last owners who lived there were all killed. No one know who or what killed them. But I think it was Amy Strong. 

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