Hey, y'all, I'm Donna.

And we are paranormal chicks. Sinister sightings

315. All right, jumping right in. Hey, ladies, I just started listening to you about two months ago.

Loving the banter and your sisterhood. I heard you needed some stories and I have several. This is one

that I'm sitting today is my most baffling.

This happened in 2005. I wrote in on 222.25. Creep it real ladies. This happened when I was 15.

I had my group of friends, your crew, as the kids say. Maybe they don't say that anymore. Who knows?

Anyhow, we were close.

Hung out every day at one person's house or another. Yes, smoking that good gonga, but alas, we didn't have any this day.

Bored and just shooting the shit, one friend spoke up asking if anyone wanted to go back to her place for a seance.

Yeah, of course. Board of shit out here,

let's do it. Now, I should have asked some questions, something like, what do you mean, or what's supposed to happen? Maybe even, uh, are you sure you know what you're doing? But no, I asked nothing

and hopped in the car. Once we arrived, it was clear that she had done this before.

She had all of the items she claimed to need. Some of this and some of that. Again, should have

asked questions. The only thing I can recall her using was this rotten flesh that she had in a vial.

It smelled horrendous. I can still smell it if I think about it. How did she get this item? I know you're now wondering. Same, but of course, no questions. The setup was what you would expect. Lots of candles, incense burning. You're being instructed on the rules. We'll stand in a circle. You must empty your pockets. Nothing can cross over with us.

Reach down to your feet and pull up the veil. Step inside and close it behind you. Okay, so I didn't ask any questions because this wasn't going to be real. Go through a bunch of hocus pocus

bullshit, right? Nothing's going to happen. And I wasn't going to listen to these so-called

rules, the ignorance of being a

teenager. Now, I followed most of the rules. I took off my watch and my shoes, took out my cell phone,

however, there was one thing I didn't take out. Remember how I said there was no gondra around?

Well, there was, and it was mine, Only mine. I wasn't about to share this

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