My name is Alex in this life. Ever since I can remember I have had memories and dreams about the night the romanovs were killed. I was there. My dream always starts like this. I’m shaken awake by my sister who tells me to get dressed. I’m led downstairs with my sisters by my side. The rest of the family is in front of me. Then we are in a musty hot basement that’s poorly lit with striped wallpaper. Papa asks for a chair for mama and A boy. My sisters put ourselves right behind who I call mama. We wait for what seems like forever then men come in. The words are jumbled but then the shots start. There’s pain everywhere as I cry out. I can hear our dogs barking and I try to move away I wanted to run and live. I fall to the ground and I’m being carried I scream one last time before it all goes black. I have other memories too. I was walking around a palace type house and I walked into a room it was very green and two boys were there with dark hair they kept telling me to follow them and we went outside to an island with graves. I remember feeling sad for the animals. I always woke up with a headache. All my life I’ve had these dreams and they get stronger in the summertime. I’ve always believed in the paranormal and a possibility of another life so it didn’t seem crazy to me. I’m not sure what Romanov sister I was. The memories come in waves and no one is ever addressed by name. All my life I’ve been scared of dying and guns. I’m not a huge history fan I’m more into music and science/medical stuff. If anyone has had similar memories or think they know me please message me. I don’t believe we have to look like our past lives due to we now have different parents and they don’t look like our pasts. Thank you and I’m sorry if I made anyone sad or upset with the details.