I Am Not Crazy

"Mom?..." I whispered, cautiously taking steps toward her. "Mom are you ok?... You're hurting yourself and you're scaring me." Slowly, very...very... slowly, she turned her head around to look at me. At this sight, the loudest scream I ever produced escaped my throat.
She turned her head around without moving her body. I stared at her in horror as I heard her neck snap and watched as it contorted in ways that were not human. Staring back at me, were those deep crimson eyes.
"Hello Martha," said a voice that did not belong to my mother, its smile spreading impossibly far across its face. That was all it said before it lunged at me.
After that.
All I saw.
Was black...
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Martha Iselin is an orphan girl, who grew up living a normal life, except for the fact that she remembers absolutely nothing until the age of eleven. Recently celebrating her 21st birthday, her roommate that she grew up with at the orphanage, Nita, gifts her a set of keys. The keys are to a seemingly beautiful, rustic house. However, something about the house is off. Bruises start randomly appearing on her body, things are moving on their own, time seems to skip, and there's this...smell. She also begins to have these weird dreams. Scattered dreams that she can't piece together...but she knows there's a meaning to them. Will Martha be able to piece together her past and survive the horrors that went on in the house once again? Or will she fall victim to the presence?... Just like someone she knew did.