It's just like a dark mist that's going through my kitchen.

And all the, I mean, it starts happening every day.

Some places don't forget, and some things never actually leave.

We start off with a ghostly encounter frozen in time and then hear about a home

filled with echoes that still linger. My name is Edmund, and here are Briannis and Rones,

true, scary stories.

So I'm from a very, very old part of Texas.

There's a lot of things that have gone down in that area that are not so great in our history.

A lot of blood that's been spilled there.

When I was a little girl, probably around the age of seven or eight,

I was with my mother and her brother.

We were walking around the track at a local community college up in

Tyler, Texas. That's where I come from. And it was also a football field and soccer field,

you know, multipurpose. We're just walking and talking, having a totally normal time.

The parking lot was pretty much completely empty because we had actually walked from my uncle's house,

which was not even a block away, to the field.

As we get closer to the parking lot, I realize I need to stop and tie my shoe, so I do that.

When I kneeled down, I'm looking at my shoe tying it, and all of a sudden I get this

unsettling feeling. I can't quite describe exactly how it felt, but I knew something was wrong. That six

sense was telling me there is something wrong. Look up. When I did, I saw what appeared to be a

family of three. There was a mother, a father, and a little boy. Their faces really threw me, but it

wasn't just their faces. It was what they were wearing, their car, everything about them was

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