Hey y'all, I'm Donna, and I'm Carrie, and we are a paranormal chick.

Sinister sightings, oh, one ninety four.

First sinister sightings of the new year?

Oh, we were going really high!

I'm so sorry!

Alright, jumping right in, the first one, Wisconsin We're Wolf.

Hello friends, I was daydreaming and thought about this story that my mom told me when I was younger.

So, here we go, picture it.

It tickles me to say that.

This was in the early 60s and my mom was about 10 years old.

She spent her summer at her uncle's farm in northern Wisconsin.

She really looks at this time as a very happy part of her life.

This was the farm her mother was born and raised on, and we're all very affectionate about the place.

As a child, tangent time, I remember running through the trails of wildflowers, behind the house, playing on the tree swing, and making all the barn cats love me back.

Anywho, my mom likes to read, and especially in bed at night.

Now, she should have been asleep, so a flashlight was being used so she could quickly turn it off and pretend to be asleep if she was about to be caught.

This particular night, or morning, depending on your view, it was around midnight.

She said she was laying in bed, reading her hearty boys or Nancy Drew books, and heard something at the open window.

Now, this is the 60s, and it's not uncommon even today to have houses without AC.

It's cold here, and in the summer, if it's hot, we just bunk it in the basement.

We normally just keep our windows open and a stick fan on.

Is a stick fan like a ceiling fan? What the fuck is a stick fan?

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