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

Samantha. I heard my two-year-old daughter talking in her room in the middle of the night. I went in and asked her what she was doing.

She said talking to Samantha, she's on the ceiling. My wife had miscarried a few months prior. It was a girl. We were going to name her Samantha.

Not our problem. This happened in the mid-60s. We lived on a dead-end gravel

road without any street lights. It must have been summer because the front door was wide open with

only the screen door closed. It was after dark and the whole family was in the

living room watching TV. The whole family included both of my parents and my two other siblings.

My attention was taken away from the TV show to the sound of a car,

slowly coming down the road and a woman inside screaming the most blood-curdled scream

I had ever heard before or since.

None of us decided to get up and look out the door.

We were just there and looking out in no time flat.

The car had turned around and was parked facing down the road the way it had come in.

No lights on inside or out.

It was an older model car painted black or another dark color.

The screaming just went on and on. My heart was pounding. I couldn't catch my breath.

Finally, my mother moved first and turned on the porchlight. A long moment later, the car started to slowly drive off down the road. The woman

continued to scream as the car drove out of sight. At this point, my mother shut off the front

porch light and everyone just went back to their

places and sat down.

No one said anything.

No one did anything.

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