My childhood memory of a grandma in our shed. My siblings have different stories. It gets worse.

okay so this has been eating at me for 2 years now and my entire family is freaking out.

Basically: there was a shed at my family house. And I SWEAR I used to meet this grandma in there. Every holiday I'd sneak in and we'd talk. She told me not to tell anyone she was there. I kept that promise for years.

Then at some point? The memory just... disappeared. Like I forgot about her completely. Blanked on it for like 8 years straight.

Two years ago it suddenly hits me out of nowhere. The memory comes back and I'm like wait. WAIT. So I go back to the family house during Chuseok and I check the shed.

It's not there. The shed doesn't exist.

I ask the adults what happened to it and they're like "there was never a shed" and "you're losing it" and "you dreamed it" basically calling me insane.

But then my brother says something.

He says he SAW me. Going into that shed. Every single holiday. He watched me do it. But he never mentioned it to anyone because honestly? He didn't want to talk about it. It felt wrong to bring up.

Okay weird but whatever. THEN my cousin says the same thing. He SAW me going into the shed too.

But here's where it gets actually unhinged: if my brother and cousin were both watching me at the same time and place, why didn't THEY see each other?

And my cousin says he looked inside once. He saw my back. And he saw... a person? A shape? Something with a person's form.

And it was smiling at him. Not a nice smile.

He ran and fell.

Neither of them wanted to talk about any of this until I brought it up. And I have NO MEMORY of any of this being weird until two years ago.

I'm actually losing my mind.