Hey, y'all, I'm Donna.

And we are paranormal chicks. Sinister sightings, 333. Hey y'all, I'm Donna. And I'm Carrie.

And we are paranormal chicks.

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The first one is demonic activity part one.

Hi, ladies.

Second time writing in for you guys.

However, this time I'm going to keep my identity private and we'll be using

different names for the story. It's long and slightly all over the place, so I'll do my best to not

get too crazy with this one. My childhood best friend, who I will call Karen, and I immediately

connected in the sixth grade over our love for all things paranormal. She always spoke about how she has always been able to see ghosts.

At the time, I could only feel them and had family members who had many stories.

Fast forward, 2008, when we were in high school, we had a hypnotist named Tom DeLuca come to our high school.

Naturally, we had to go, and of course,

Karen felt the need to be picked as one of the people to get hypnotized. She gets picked, along with maybe 10 other students, to go on the stage. Just about every single person who got hypnotized

had me absolutely dying of laughter. However, when Karen was doing her thing,

hers had a very different vibe from the rest. She went up to the microphone and started angrily

speaking in some strange sounding language that almost sounded like she was speaking in tongues.

Hers was the only one that wasn't silly and lighthearted.

After the show was over, we met up to walk home together,

and she was visibly distraught and said she had a horrible headache

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