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The links are in the description thank you so much for being here and I really hope you enjoy this episode. This event happened in early 2022. My boyfriend and I had gone out of town for a weekend to attend a Comic Con about five hours away. I was very excited. Excited as I was planning on attending my first meet and greet as well as just being out of town and just exploring a city that we have never been to before. The excitement, however, would soon turn sour. After the five hour drive and a bit of exploring, we were dead tired. We thought it best to go and check into our hotel. We had a lot of things to carry in as we didn't want to leave our purchases in the car to tempt a thief. So we had to take two trips from the car to our room. Once we got checked in and was given the room number and key, we started on the journey to find our room. We ended up being assigned to a room at the other side of the building. Walking down the hall to drop the first load of things off in our room, we passed a room very close to ours that smelled horrible. We had looked at each other with disgusted looks on our faces. It nearly smelled like something had died, but we thought nothing more of it until we went into our room, dropped our things off and came back out to go back outside again. This room was fairly close to ours, only about four doors down, so we didn't have to go very far before we started to hear screaming. The voice sounded young, like a kid. At first we thought it was just maybe an unruly kid throwing a fit, but then we began to understand the Words being shrieked get away from me. Okay, this amped up the worry scale quite a bit. It could still be a kid throwing a fit right then, the blood curdling scream. The terrible, awful scream that still sends chills through my body to this day. The scream that stopped both of us in our tracks right outside of their door. We looked at each other, terror gripping us. After hearing so many horror stories about trafficking, I automatically thought the worst. At that moment, we didn't quite know what to do. Knock on the door and risk getting hurt, call the police, or just alert the front desk. My boyfriend automatically cut down the first idea. There was no way he would put me in danger like that or let me put myself in that scenario. We had also left our phones in our room. Stupid move, I know. But we were just going to the car and coming right back. So we were stuck with the third option, alerting the front desk. Now, normally I have bad anxiety and can barely talk to strangers, but I went straight to the front desk manager while my boyfriend got the rest of our things from the car. I let her know everything we noticed, everything we heard, and how concerned we were. She asked what room number this was. When I told her the number, she seemed to hesitate. I could tell she was about to say something that was going to further my unease. I was right. She told me that it was the same people that had been staying there for quite a while, almost a month. They claimed it was because their house was being repaired or something to that effect, but there were obviously doubts about this. She also said that no housekeeping had been in there to clean because they were always in there and had the do not disturb sign up, not wanting anyone to go inside. What's more disturbing is that I was not the only one to come to the hotel staff with complaints and concerns about these patrons. There had been complaints about the smells coming from the room, as well as what other patrons had described as children throwing fits or being unruly. Now she was having second thoughts on these reports. At this point, my boyfriend had re entered the lobby with the rest of our things and was eager to get back to our room. I went with him, but not before asking the manager what we should do. She could not give me an answer, but promised that she would do a welfare check on the room. I was in no way comforted by this. And when we got back to our respective room, I began to cry with overwhelming dread. That child could just be throwing a tantrum, of course, but what if it was much worse than that? What if the child was actually being hurt and I wasn't doing anything to help them. My boyfriend saw that this was bothering me and suggested that we go ahead and call the police if it would make me feel better. I was torn. I wanted to, but I didn't know if I had the right to do that as I was not on my own property. Leave it to me, the resident overthinker, to think of hotel policies at a time like that. As I was debating with myself, we suddenly heard sirens coming down the road and they seemed to stop right in front of the hotel. We waited for a time, thinking that they had just passed the hotel before my boyfriend went to the lobby to ask about calling the police. While he was gone, I rang my mom and told her what was going on. I didn't want to be alone and I knew that she would calm me down. After a few minutes of talking with her, my boyfriend came back to the room, an astonished look on his face. I put the phone down but kept the call going so my mom could hear what was going on. He explained that as soon as he asked the front desk manager about calling the police, she informed him that the cops had indeed stopped at the hotel concerning the very same room. I reckoned that my concern led her to call the police herself. They went to the room and knocked on the door, announcing themselves and requesting to be let in. That's when the mother of the two children, yes, there was another child mixed up in this mess. An infant, to top it all off, tried to make a break for it and evade capture, completely abandoning the kids. They immediately caught and arrested her along with her partner. They also took the children somewhere safe and out of harm's way. How all of this happened without us hearing a peep, I will never know. All I knew in that moment was sweet relief, knowing that the children were safe. It turns out that the town we were in was inundated with child trafficking cases at the time. Unbeknownst to us, we were just there for a Comic Con. Who would have guessed we would also influence a trafficking bus to as well? Back in 2011, one of my cousins from Guatemala had a horrific car accident. Doctors told her parents to prepare for a funeral. But be it a miracle or my cousin's fighting spirit, she lived elated. I booked a flight to visit her. My uncle lives in this private community. He purchased two pieces of land and built houses. During that time, the housing development in that area wasn't prominent, so neighbors were spread out about 65 yards behind his main house. There's A forested area that is untouched. One evening, my family and I were jumping from topic to topic, having a great time. Now that my cousin was back home. I'm not sure who brought it up, but we started discussing about the paranormal during that time. I was always skeptical about ghosts, spirits, etc. Meanwhile, my family was the opposite. They started to talk about their experiences throughout the years. More recently, they believed they were seeing my grandpa who had passed away. They would see shadows peeking around corners. One day, my uncle looked towards the staircase and saw a shadow outlining what looked to be a man with a hat. My grandfather always wore his hats, even if he was at home. One of the nights I slept in my cousin's room, I heard what sounded like a dog walking around the room. I brought it up in the morning, and apparently that's something that has happened to my cousin as well. My uncle's other house was also pretty active with unexplained things. For example, his back door was banging so aggressively it broke the glass. Mind you, he has walls that are about 12ft tall with barbed wire. There was no one there. Continuing from our conversations, that same evening, my uncle took me for a stroll around the neighborhood. He would point at different houses and tell me what that particular neighbor's paranormal experiences were. Apparently, the land they lived on was active with the paranormal. The sun had already set, and the only light source we had were from sporadic light posts, which was sufficient enough to see. As we're nearing back to his main house, something caught my attention. About 55 yards behind his house is another neighbor. They had two dogs that were barking from the rooftop. And yes, you heard that right? It's common in Guatemala to have dogs on their flat rooftops. Anyway, there was someone or something in front of their house next to a light post. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, dogs barking at someone or noise. It's in their nature. But there was something off. At first glance, I thought it was possibly an older lady because it seemed like her back was rounded and she was wearing what looked almost like a cloak. It's uncommon to see an older woman by herself in the evenings, so I pointed it out to my uncle. He glanced over and instantly got goosebumps and told me, that's not a person, that's a spirit. And with that, he went inside his house, curious and still being a skeptic. I lingered outside, still studying this person or thing or whatever it was, Even though it was right next to the light post. I could not make out any details. It was just this bulky black entity. Then it started to move very slightly to its left. It wasn't one swift motion, almost like gliding. Then it started to turn almost translucent. I rubbed my eyes, thinking maybe I stared for too long and was causing irritation. I focused my gaze back at this thing and it was still translucent. It started moving again in that slow, gliding rhythm. Suddenly this thing turned back into a solid black shape and took quick, long, abnormal strides towards the forest. With that, I immediately went inside the house and told my family what I had seen. I've always been more logical and analytical to anything considered paranormal. I guess it's an easier approach as accepting something that can't be explained is terrifying to me. But I just can't say exactly what this was because I've never seen anything like it. I have heard many stories about skinwalkers and kind of juggled with that idea. The weird thing is that I almost feel attached to whatever I saw. I don't want to sound crazy, but it's like I can always feel it at a distance. It's strange to describe, but it feels like its energy still lingers around me. I have had many more strange encounters that probably deserve their own separate stories. This is the first time I have posted a story anywhere. Finally, after more than a decade later, I'm open to getting input on what I saw that evening to hopefully put my mind at ease.