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

Being chased. I had a dream when I was three years old about being chased through an old house by a man with a

chainsaw. The age green walls and wooden floors are still ingrained in my memory.

My only escape was hopping from the second floor down to the first where I was

teleported back in bed with my parents. The particularly spooky park didn't come

until years later. My family went on vacation for spring break to some town

along the coast.

We stayed in a home that was part of an older settlement in Washington State.

Upon entering the house, I was freaking out.

It was the exact home I dreamed of years ago, right down to the walls and the staircase.

I felt exceedingly uncomfortable for our entire stay.

I read in a book a long while later that, unbeknownst to my parents, the neighborhood we were staying in is notably haunted due to some murders that took place there in the 1800s. Adventure in babysitting.

When I was 15 I often babysat for a couple of different families.

There's especially one family, or I would rather say house, that still gives me the

hebie-gebies. This family, which only consisted of a mom and her three-year-old son, lived in a really big

house. Only baby sat her son in the late evening because she was in the process of losing weight and had a couple hours of training three to four times a week. I remember the first night I went there. The mother wanted to have a talk with me and my mom about something. She didn't say what it was. I ended up being hijacked by her son and spent an hour playing with him while my mom talked with his mother. Then my mom went home and the boy's mom went to the gym.

Immediately the boy starts crying and says that he needs to go pee. I say, okay, let's go to the bathroom.

After entering the bathroom, he says that I should not close the door to the bathroom

I don't think anything of it typical kids I guess anyway every time I'm there to

babysit I get this really depressed vibe and the boy just cries all the time and

sometimes hides behind the couch. I also remember one time where we were having

dinner this was the only time he was laughing, constantly laughing. Not at me, but looking towards the bathroom door and the front door.

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