My name is Emily,
and I'm haunted by a spirit in a music box.
I was pretty much adopted right when I was born.
My parents didn't hide it from me like other parents do sometimes.
They wanted a child and...
they got me.
I was kind of like a socially awkward kid.
Um...
I wasn't like a cheerleader or anything.
Like, I wasn't part of the popular crowd in, like, high school or middle school
or anything like that.
However, my godmother, me and her always had a great relationship.
She basically spoiled me like a grandma would.
And on my birthday,
she gave me this music box that had my name engraved.
Inside of it was a locket.
I've never received anything like it before.
I remember getting pretty overwhelmed, actually...
because of how special it was to me
that she put so much thought into it.
And...
because of just how much she cared for me and... and loved me.
All of a sudden,
for a split second...
I feel this energy...
standing behind me.
I just thought to myself, like, "Put it out of your mind."
"Don't think about it."
I see her clear as day.
She looks like a rotting corpse.
I was frozen in terror.
And then out... out of nowhere, she just vanished.
I thought it was just like a one-time hallucination.
Never in my wildest dreams
did I ever think it would... continue.
She full-on slams her hands down on my head,
and I couldn't breathe.
It terrified me down to my core.
And then I felt like I had to start telling people.
So I told my sister.
She didn't believe me. She still doesn't believe me.
I told my mom.
She...
said I was crazy.
She said that I was hallucinating.
I regretted telling her.
And then...
I remember...
I was...
sitting at the table...
with my dad.
Emily?
What's the matter?
Emily, what is the matter?
Let me go get you some water.
My dad turned around,
but she just vanished.
I just start crying...
'cause I'm so scared.
What did your dad say?
He just looked at me weird.
After all of that, like, I...
didn't really tell... people.
I didn't want people to judge me
for... what... I was going through.
I remember I went to bed one night.
I woke up from this pain on my neck.
So I rush over to the mirror to see what it is...
and...
I see a bite mark.
And I just know the little girl bit me.
Uh, at this point, like,
I was just scared out of my mind.
It really shakens me that...
that you felt so threatened by this thing.
You don't deserve to be scared with...
what's going on.
And then...
I end up...
meeting a guy.
I was introduced to Ernesto...
by a mutual friend.
All of a sudden I started liking him.
And then my feelings ended up growing stronger.
And then he told me that he loved me.
And he asked me if I wanted to move in,
and I said yeah.
And I ended up moving in with him...
and his daughter, Jacqueline.
So I lived with him
for about 10 months.
And the little girl just disappeared.
Never saw her.
And... for the first time in forever...
I just remember being happy.
Don't you ever touch this, ever!
That's when I knew the little girl had actually come from the music box.
As soon as he held it in his hands...
he threw up.
He said it felt like he was holding rotting flesh or meat,
and he could...
smell it.
At this point, I am feeling worried
that the little girl would cause harm to my boyfriend.
And that's honestly terrifying.
Right after the event with Ernesto, um,
I actually did come clean
about the little girl and my experiences with her.
It scared him.
After that...
things actually started getting worse.
Jacqueline? Jacqueline?
It's okay. It's okay. It's all right.
This is all your fault.
Pack up that fucking thing and leave my family alone!
She attacked Jacqueline.
And me and Ernesto broke up.
I just remember, I just started crying... basically thinking,
"Why me? Why is this happening to me?"
We were pretty serious.
We were thinking about...
getting married.
Um...
And so... it was pretty hard for me.
Now it's really getting bad...
when the little girl is attacking someone else.
So then after that...
I ended up...
taking my music box and locket to a medium
so that they can do a reading on it.
Who are you?
What is your name?
Emily. Emily.
Emily. Emily. Emily!
Her name was Emily.
I thought it was my godmother who had my name engraved
on the lid of the music box.
But no.
It was from the little girl.
It was her music box.
The medium told me...
that...
she...
was murdered.
And he called her a...
a floater...
...which is like a body that washes ashore.
She told him...
She told him that...
she doesn't want to leave me...
that she wants to stay with me.
I just want all this to stop.
I don't want to keep feeling her.
I don't want to keep seeing her now, and...
I just don't want to feel scared.
For me, it's an urgency that I get rid of the little girl.