Hey y'all, I'm Donna and I'm Carrie and we are a pair of normal chicks.

I have a couple of stories for you, but don't know how to name them.

Paranormal, weird, I'll let you tell me.

Back in the 90s when I was 18, I was visiting family in New York and a cousin took me to

a party in Brooklyn, now I'm from the south and an introvert, so you can already tell

I was ready to go home before we even got to the party.

Well it was almost two in the morning when we walked out of my cousin's friend's house.

As we were walking down the stairs from his stoop, he was walking us out.

We all noticed that there was an old Ford pickup truck parallel parked a few cars up in

front of his friend's house.

Like a truck we would see in Georgia picking up hay bells or something, but it wasn't the

truck itself that caught our attention.

It was a little white girl who was sitting in the cab between both the drivers and passenger

seat, turned around facing us while looking out the rear window.

We could see her face clearly because it looked like the dome light was on over her head.

I remember her face so clearly, a blonde, short, page boy haircut and blue eyes.

The hell would even have a young child out at this time at night.

To me she looked between 5 and 7 years old, but it was like a silent agreement that we

would mind our business.

So while my cousin and his friends continued to shoot the shit, I barely contained my

anxiety of my social battery now being long dead.

I noticed the door next to my cousin's friend's house open and a guy comes out, heads towards

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