What does Home mean to you? I'm Jimmy Famire, writer, broadcaster and restaurant critic,

and I've been speaking to well-known names about what Home means to them.

And it was in the East End of Burmesemese, when Burmese it was rough.

I remember thinking, none of the boys are going to fancy me.

Gourd-Dum Barotti and a chicken curry.

You are full, you are connected to your culture, and you may get a heart attack.

That's Where's Home Really, with me Jimmy Famera.

Find it wherever you, relatively unscathed.

Welcome back to the swamp my friends.

It's good to see you made it back to another episode.

Today I'm going to be sharing creepy and allegedly true New Year's horror stories from

viewers just like you.

If you have a story that you'd like to share in a future video, be sure to submit it at swampdweller.net or the email you can find in the

description down below. I'd love to share your story with everyone here in the swamp.

It's stories like yours that help keep this show going.

Now, without further ado, let's get into these creepy and allegedly true New Year's Eve at 2013.

That night, I accompanied a few friends to a restaurant and club downtown for a New Year's party.

I had been feeling a little under the weather all day, but met them at the club regardless.

Around 15 till midnight, I couldn't kid myself any longer and let them know I was heading

home. The parking lot was very dark, so I pulled a small flashlight out that I carried with me.

I usually kept it in my pocket and used it to light my path.

As I turned the corner of the building, I caught notice of noise off to my left between two parked cars.

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