Hello and welcome to day 28 of 31 Days of Terror and I have a

three spooky stories for you today and story number one it comes from Amanda.

My grandma, my mom, one of my sisters and I all have some sensitivity to

paranormal and even those who are not sensitive to it all have a

fascination with the paranormal. For example, my brother and I would stay up

super late blocking out any light from entering the living room just to watch

ghost adventures while simultaneously making fun of Zach Beagan's

dramatics. Every Saturday night when I would come home from college we would do

this. Ever since I was little we've always had some sort of ghost attached

to us. My mom would say she would hear me talking to myself when I was little

and playing alone and while that may have been an imaginary friend or just me

playing by myself I can never be sure if I was actually alone during those

times or not. We've also had attachments of a family friend that had died

suddenly and tragically. A little girl that looked as if she had died when

there were still placing coins over the dead people's eyes as well as multiple

other ghosts that have usually never caused any issues for us. But this story is

about none of them. My story actually took place between March and May

during the state lockdown in Missouri. Due to the rise of COVID in my hometown I

was forced to move out of my college dorm and back home and since I usually live

with my mom and she was currently between houses I moved in at my dad until I

could move back in at my mom. I should note that I've always had difficulty

sleeping due to insomnia as well as vivid dreams when I did sleep but both got

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