Well hello there listeners

there listeners you already know what this means that's, we're taking a journey back into some of the

stories we've already told. So enjoy this rewind. 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. Clearly not human.

human.

As a little kid I was terrified of lots of things.

I never seen anything close to a horror film not even the nightmare before Christmas because of how

jumpy I was. So naturally the dark freaked me out. I was really nightmare prone

which caused everyone to say what happened to me was a dream but this was different it was more vivid

too realistic to be a dream I shared a room with my sister around the age of seven but she was

off at a sleepover party the night it happened. I was hiding

under my sheets like the carrot league kid I was. I decided to poke my head out to get

some cool air and I saw something in my room, something clearly not human.

I called it an alien at the time because that's the closest thing my horror-ign

mind could liken it to.

Now I see it as more similar to the rake or the mothman. Its head was big and egg-shaped

like those stereotypical gray aliens, far too big for its tiny slender body.

It was totally naked.

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