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

And we are paranormal chicks.

Sinister sightings, 354.

Hey, if you're new to the podcast and you've never heard a sinister sightings episode, well, here is what it's all about.

Sinister sightings are stories that y'all send send into us to be read on episodes that range from

anything. The spooky dokey that you have encountered in your house, in your life, in your past,

a past life, you shit your kids say that's weird, like, you're not my first mommy, because

they do say that sometimes. Any true crime stuff that you've experienced

that you want to share, or maybe that's happened where you grew up or where you live.

Yeah, stories that your parents used to tell you. Anything that's, like, local to you.

Ooh, urban legends. We love those. Haunted hospitals is what I'm carrying.

Hotted bridges, Donna's fave. Look at us just being so nice to each other. Yeah, it's not normal. Okay, so if you want your story read on an episode, send it into us at A Paranormal Chicks at gmail.com and jumping right in. Okay, the first one. Stories from when I was a young wart hog. Hey, Donna, hey Carrie. This is my second time writing in and to say I freaked out when y'all read my story is a very extra large understatement.

As always, I love you ladies. In my head, we're best friends.

Y'all just don't know that, but enough of my gushing onto the stories.

So when I was a young wartog, I would stay with

my grandparents in Arkansas for the summers. I've always been a night owl, and my granny spoiled

me rotten, so she didn't mind me being up late as long as I was quiet. So I'm probably seven or

eight, and I sneak out of my badass pink and purple room my grandpa painted for me to go to the bathroom.

Their house always creeped me out, but my granny never believed me, so I'm looking out to the living room in the kitchen.

When down the dark hallway, I hear someone say, Riss, Riss.

Now, important context.

No one called me that except my mama. My granny called me

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