The first night I moved into my old house, there was a yellowed missing person notice under my pillow.
The missing person photo above is of my sister who disappeared ten years ago.
But strangely, the contact number at the bottom of the notice is my current mobile phone number.
What's even more terrifying is that the whole family says that I never had a sister.
Late at night, there was the sound of fingernails scratching on the door of the closet, a second shadow appeared in the mirror, and the surveillance camera captured someone pacing in the empty room.
I thought the old house was haunted.
It wasn't until I dug out the dusty medical records that my hair stood on end -
