Hey y'all, I'm Donna. And I'm Carrie. And we are Paranormal Chicks.

And it's a little bit different. Yes, okay. So does the sound sound different to y'all because it is.

Donna and I are doing the first ever sinister sightings from different locations. Yeah, you know,

quarantine. Yeah. So Donna's still sick. So we're recording in separate locations. And she sounds

fucking terrible. So not only are we in different locations. So the sound is a little bit different.

What we're going to do for the sinister sightings is I'm going to be the only one reading the stories.

So it'll be a little bit shorter because, you know, I can't be killing my voice. Right. And you're still

coughing and stuff. So look, for real though, we just wanted to say that we really appreciate y'all

be in so understanding like that last week's up. Well, technically this Monday's episode was different.

And that the sound may not be perfect with this. We had to do this for a bonus episode. We recorded

last night. Yeah. We were like, this is the first ever we've ever recorded separate from one

another. Yeah. And when we went to do it, I told her I was like, you better put your fucking face

on the computer because I'm ready to see. I know. I miss you. I was like, I don't care how bad you look.

I don't care how co-vity co-vity. Anyway, how bad you look. You don't look bad. You just sound bad.

Yeah. And this is me putting on my good voice. Well, let's jump right in to the episode where sorry

for the ones who hate my reading skills. You get a whole fucking episode of it. I'm just here to

be the peanut gallery. You know, her usual. I mean, you do more, but you really are the peanut

gallery. Okay, I do love peanuts. All right, the first story. Hello again, ladies. My last story

was paranormal in nature. So I wanted to share a hysterical true crime story. This is how I was

involved as an accidental and very unintentional accessory to the escape of an armed robber. Oh,

gosh. I know. What a fucking intro. Okay, where I live, we have city-provided trash slash

recycling barrels that we put out once a week to get picked up. My husband and I are terrible

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