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

Jet black. I was driving to work around 3.30 in the morning on a back road in Mississippi near the Louisiana line

But he was riding with me. I was probably going about 35 or so

It was raining and the road was winding, with no lines or anything. Dangerous enough in daylight under normal conditions.

And this was nighttime.

I'm driving along.

Suddenly, this black horse just flies out of the woods on a side trail.

There was a rider decked out in a black cloak with a hood and everything.

The horse must have been blasting at full speed.

The rider's cloak was just whipping in the wind. They must have ran for a quarter mile or so.

Then they darted off down another side trell and disappeared into the darkness.

I looked over at my buddy. He looked over at me. And we both said the same thing.

Did you see that? Strange house music. A few years ago my best friend and I moved into a rent house.

It was definitely a weird house. The fridge would open, often on its own. The cats would hiss at the

corners and such. We would smell cigarette smoke coming from the back room at three o'clock every day.

Every night when I went to sleep, I would hear music, not singing, just music.

Like someone had a distant radio on and not any song I could ever name.

I had dreams every night of a crowd of faceless people with a little boy

standing in front of them. He never spoke, but I could tell he was trying to tell me something.

My aunts are big in a ghost hunting. One night they set

up cameras in my house. One of the cameras was spun in circles for about 15 seconds.

At 3 a.m. the front porch light turned itself on, got really bright, and then faded off.

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