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

And we are paranormal chicks.

Sinister sightings 335.

Man, y'all are coming in clutch with these emails because we thought we were about to be just about to be done, but we're good for a few more weeks.

But I mean, keep them coming because, uh, you know.

Okay, the first one.

Mom's experience in a graveyard.

Hey, booze. This just happened a week and a half ago in Ontario. You want to talk about Swampass? Me and my parents went to Greater Toronto area for my aunt's celebration of life. That's not what this story's about, but just background info. After the celebration, my mom wanted to go to the cemetery to find one of her friend's graves as she and my dad hadn't found it the night before.

Long story short, my mom was looking for a tombstone in a section of the cemetery where her

friends wasn't at.

She texted her friend's daughter and found out there was only a placard.

So my mom told me that I needed to come and find it. And I just asked what she was talking about because I wasn't confident that I'd be able to find it. When we arrived, I told my parents that I was only going down the row once. It was 95 degrees out and 100% humidity. And that I would start on one side and my mom should start on the other. And if we met in the middle, it meant we didn't find it. Needless to say, as soon as we got to the area, my mom wandered off to find her friends-in-laws, and my dad started looking on the same side. I was, Dads, am I right? So I realized that in between two rows of headstones, there were little placards. So I start walking, and I'm telling you, three placards on, I found it.

I think sometimes you just need another pair of eyes.

My mom was thrilled.

I took some pictures of her touching the placard before leaving.

My mom thought it was hilarious.

My dad took full credit, even though he did nothing.

I love my dad, but he's a ridiculous person.

The next morning at breakfast, my mom tells me that the night before, she decided to look

at the pictures before bed, and as she scrolled through the pictures, she noticed what looked

like a shock of electricity traveling from her hand to the placard.

I asked to see the picture, and she told me that when she looked at the pictures again that morning,

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