Hey, all, I'm Donna.

And we are paranormal chicks. Sinister sightings 3.38. Hey y'all, I'm Donna. And I'm Carrie.

And we are paranormal chicks.

Sinister sightings, 338.

Okay, jumping right in.

They say, okay, on to some of my personal stories.

Quick refresher.

My previous stories involved a woman walking out of my closet, a story about how I used to stick my arm down in the gap of the

wall against my bed, and something lightly tugged my arm. And the third story was about feeling

like something tugged at my elbow through the shower curtain when I was peeing in the dark.

Of course, those resulted in me being scared of the dark and needing a body pillow to shove against the wall

to close the wall gap if the bed's in the corner. By the way, there was a collectible queen

Amadala doll figure that my parents kept in my closet up on the shelf. The woman who came walking

out of my closet looked like that collectible. Being older and spiritual

now, looking back at it, I have a feeling that it could have been my guardian angel, but who knows?

But I think that they tried to appear similar to my doll so I wouldn't be scared, but it didn't work.

I'll never forget the pale face and the dress I saw. So I didn't really have many other experiences as a child other than having consistent

nightmares and regularly falling out of the bed.

I would wake up and start crying because I'd be freaked out and confused how I got there,

and oddly enough, I had a feeling I wasn't alone.

I would also sleepwalk or say weird things

like one time my parents were watching TV late at night and I sleepwalked out to them. They paused

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