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

And we are paranormal chicks.

Sinister sightings 340.

Okay, the first one.

Sinister signings Forever Dog.

Hello, ghostly gals.

I heard your call to send in stories, so I'm trying to do my part.

I wrote in a few years ago about my grandma coming to me in a dream after she

passed. This story, however, is about my childhood dog Canyon. Canyon was a Merle Great Dane that I got

on Christmas in fourth grade. Canyon was very timid and I was absolutely dog crazy as a child, so we soon became soulmates.

She would literally growl at my sisters if they went to my room to let her outside.

When I was in eighth grade, my family moved to California, but ultimately decided to move back to Ohio.

My mom was already back in Ohio.

My dad, older sister, Canyon and I stayed and packed up everything.

We had a camper, truck, a convertible, and loaded everything into the camper and the truck,

but saved the front seat of the truck for Canyon because she was a queen and required the

best seating, plus the convertible was very small for a great dane my dad drove the truck and my sister

drove the convertible while i was sitting shotgun we were in a nevada desert and driving behind my dad

and it started to fish tail from the wind we reached a hill and the camper began to sway rapidly

left and right and ultimately flipped upside down and took the truck with it. There were

sparks flying and the noise of grinding metal was so loud. The truck and the camper with dad and my

dog skidded upside down across three lanes of the highway and ended up in the median. My dad's

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