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

Playing in the rain. It was a rainy winter morning. My father and I were pulling out of the driveway headed to school.

We both saw a glimpse of a girl in a white dress, barefoot blonde, maybe five years old,

run around the corner of our home and out of sight.

Both looked at each other and acknowledged that we witnessed the same thing.

He got out of the car and ran around the house to look for her.

When he came back, he said he couldn't't find anyone but called my mom to let her know that a little kid might be running around the yard. We thought it was weird but not much was said of it and there weren't any missing kids in the area. A few months later, we were

remodeling our basement and found a photo album hidden behind the drywall. He was full of photos

of a little girl with blonde hair in a white dress. The photo album was from

1922. The family that originally lived in the house died of tuberculosis. This is a fairly benign.

One afternoon I was at work.

I walked past a room with a window in the door and automatically glanced in the

window.

There was a woman standing in the room, except there are only three people in the building and

the other two were in the office behind me. I took a couple of steps,

realized what I just seen, and backed up quickly to double check. But by the time I

got back to the window, the room was empty. There's only one door. When I opened it, the room was empty.

At the same building, a coworker was telling me that she was in the office right around the corner from that same room.

She couldn't see the door, but she could see the shadow of the door on the floor as it slowly opened and closed.

She was the only one in the building at the time, and she refused to check.

I arrived about an hour later.

She asked me to check the door, and it was still locked.

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