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

Ghost Bro. I grew up in an old house built in 1904

about 10 years ago my brother and his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly Spanish rock

well more of a basement band since that's where they would practice.

They would practice on Sunday afternoons into the early evening. This was the time I usually

showed up and went to bed because I worked the graveyard shift.

This happened in late fall, so the days were getting shorter. They had just finished a long session

when the decision to head to someone else's house came about.

They started breaking down and loading up the equipment into my brother's truck.

My brother was the last one to leave the basement.

As he was walking out, he remembered that he had left food behind in the basement.

He made the decision to go back.

As he was about to retrieve his food, out of the corner of his eye he sees a shadowy figure.

This feeling of uneasiness and

dread washed over my brother we had been taught that if you are in the presence of a

spirit or ghost and you felt a bad vibe to say a quick prayer or to cuss at it. My brother chose the

ladder. He basically just told it, hey fuck you I don't have time for this shit and

started to walk back up the basement stairs.

My brother said he felt something at his back, but at no point did he turn around.

As he stepped out the front door and walked away from the house, he got mad at himself for spooking out when there was no reason to.

He climbed to the driver's side of the truck. When one of his friends asked,

hey, wait, what about your brother? Isn't he coming with us?

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