Sonam recalls a chilling childhood memory—hands emerging from a couch a deep voice whispering One to hold my hand. Her mom didn’t believe her but her stepdad witnessed it too. Terrified they fled the apartment and never returned. A haunting tale that blurs the line between fear and the unknown.
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