Hey, y'all, I'm Donna. And I'm Carrie.

And we are paranormal chicks.

Sinister sightings 307.

Okay, the first one.

Hi, Donna and Carrie.

I cannot even tell you how much y'all have lifted me up as I listened to you over the past 18 months or so.

So here we are December 16th, 2024, and I can't bear the thought of Carrie's

asshole puckering. Thus, it's about damn time that I wrote a story. So buckle up, bitches. I'm

popping my cherry with my first true paranormal experience that I knew of and acknowledged. I've

never written a story for anyone else that could be shared with the public, so please be kind.

Back in 2004, I went to work at a furniture store in my town, and that's where I met Jay.

We immediately hit it off like we'd known each other for a lifetime.

We were the same age and couldn't believe that in our relatively small town, we hadn't actually been besties for ages.

Plus, I was big time attracted to him. He was totally my type and we just clicked. We hung out at lunch and we would

have drinks and pizza and such after work or on days off. One day we grabbed a giant pizza and some

beers and went back to his place. I was like, this is it. We're chilling at his pad. We're alone.

All we needed was Netflix, which was not in streamlined mode yet, but I digress. Then his roommate

showed up. Damn, he could see that I was vibing girls. I mean, you know, I was like getting all the

signals or so I thought. But I'm not naive.

But then the Rumi killed it.

The fucker.

After Rumi was there for like five minutes, he said to Jay, oh my God, she doesn't know, does she?

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