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A visitor from Romania writes:

I was 12 years old and I moved with my parents in an apartment with 4 rooms 2 bathrooms and 1 kitchen. The building was very dark because she couldn't get any light from the sun and in the middle of the day she was same dark like in the middle of the night. We didn’t have any furniture so my parents decided to transform a room to a little room for cloths. In 3 weeks I made a lot of friends but one friend was the best friend ever and his name was Luly. One day my parents had to go to another city to buy some furniture. I stayed at home with Luly until night cause my parents didn’t get home at the time. We played in a room and we had all the lights in the apartment turned on but in the room that my parents made a little room the light was turned off and the door was opened so we didn’t get closer to turn the light on because we was afraid of dark because we was two little kids. In the time that we were playing we heard someone calling our names. We walked outside the building to see if someone was there but nothing. Back in the apartment we heard again that thing and we stayed calm so we can hear from where it comes and it didn’t come from outside it was coming from inside. It was coming from that room, from the room with the light turned off. We get closer to hear better and when we was preparing to close the door because we was afraid a red hand came from that door a dark red hand. We didn’t make any step we didn’t say any word. We stayed in the position we were for a half an hour and see that the hand didn’t move we went really fast to a neighbor to tell him to come with us. When he reach our apartment, he went to the door and he turned the light on but nothing was there but when he leaved we saw that red thing from that hand on the floor and it was disappearing slowly. From that day I never touched that door or enter that room. I am sorry for my English but that was the paranormal thing, or how you say, from my life. A week after that I was to a priest and he said he did the best think when we didn’t touch that hand.

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