It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra.

Knock, knock, back in 2014, I visited my family in Costa Rica. I spent most of the trip just hanging

with my cousin since he was my age. I slept in his room the whole trip. It was one big sleepover every day we were there. We stayed up late every night,

messing around, playing video games and joking. On the second day there, my cousin convinced me to visit an abandoned asylum with him.

We went during the day, so it was pretty uneventful.

Maybe we both didn't want to admit how scared we really were, so we just walked around

it. That night, we were laying in our beds talking. We got on the

subject of demons. I told him I didn't really believe in them and I thought wegee boards

were stupid. We kept talking about it. Eventually I get curious and ask him, why don't we try to talk to one? As a joke, I said to the room, if anything is in here, knock on the wall two times. All of a sudden, I hear a knock on my cousin's side of the room. We both

freak out, not knowing what did that. After hiding in our bedsheets for a few minutes,

nervously giggling, I ask it another question.

I don't remember what I asked it, but it was a yes or no question.

One knock for no, two knocks for yes.

It answered my question. I kept hearing it on my cousin's side of the room.

I started getting suspicious of the whole thing because my cousin could have been

knocking on the wall. I tell my cousin to take his sheet off so I can see both his hands and his feet.

He does what I say.

I ask the thing another question as I'm looking at my cousin's hands and feet.

I hear the knock coming from his side of the room again.

At this point I'm confused but still suspicious.

To make it even more impossible for my cousin to trick me, I ask the thing to knock on my

side of the wall instead of my cousins. To my surprise, in to my

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