Hey y'all, I'm Donna.

And I'm Carrie.

And we are paranormal chicks.

Ooh, we're happy.

Sinister sightings, 303.

Donna was like in a paranormal chicks.

I know, but I think I was making up for the first part because I was like, hi, y'all, I'm Donna.

I almost said, instead of very monotone, almost said very axolidal, because somebody had just messaged that.

And so I was like, that's not the word.

Well, this brain of mine firing on all cylinders and like a four cylinder.

Bad joke.

Ha ha.

Okay, bad joke.

Okay, moving right along. The first one. Hey, bitches. I have a few paranormal experiences I wanted to share. Let's just get right to it. First story. A little backstory.

I lived with my great grandma for the first 13 years of my life. My great grandpa passed when I was

five in the house. All of the things happened probably from fifth to my life. My great-grandpaugh passed when I was five in the house. All of the things

happened probably from 5th to 7th grade. My grandma's house would rearrange her house all the time.

There has not been one room in the house except the kitchen that has not been a bedroom. Crazy, I know.

We also always shared a bed or a room together. This particular time, the bedroom we were in was the bedroom my great-grandpaught passed away in. I remember laying in bed and hearing pots and pans moving around the kitchen and footsteps. This doesn't happen every night, but we would stay in bed and listen. One night I decided to say, you need to leave.

Y'all are not welcome here. Let's just say it never stopped, but we were never bothered.

Now, fast forward, it's cold outside, so my grandma has moved the bedroom into the front of the house,

and the back part of the house is blocked off with sheets to keep the warm air in the living room and kitchen.

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