I have this childhood memory that i couldn't remember until my mom told me. She spoke of me being around 3 telling 'Amy' to go away. She was apparently standing at the door at the bottom of the stairs that crossed between the basement and the stairs up where i was standing. There was no one there. Mom siad i would wake up crying about nightmares of Amy. She mocks me now but i sometimes feel like someone is looking at me through the dark hallway at night, or the closet in front of my bed.