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Enjoy the show. This is a good. This is a story I have debated over speaking about openly, mostly because of how strange the whole thing was.

This happened seven years ago, back in my hometown in California. I'm a 24-year-old female and was 17 at the time. I was

living with my mom and older sister in a tiny condo. We were a pretty devout Catholic family at the time

and would attend holy adoration on Friday nights at our parish.

Before we went, we ordered some pizza and chicken wings,

but the delivery was pretty late,

so we left without touching our food.

We ended up just putting it all away to eat afterward.

When we got home, we discovered our back door had been left a char.

As we began arguing over who left the door open, we stepped inside and found a pretty strange scene. The boxes from the pizza and chicken wings were all sitting out on the kitchen floor,

stacked neatly one on top of the other.

We were confused but simply assumed that our very food-motivated dog somehow had something

to do with it since we were still not fully aware of the situation.

When we picked up the boxes, we opened them and noticed that bites had been taken out of everything.

I then went into the living room and found a pile of neatly peeled pistachio shells, just sitting in the middle of the room.

This was when we got scared, since we knew that no dog would be able to remove the shells

from the pistachios and pile them up that way.

So my mom called a family friend to come over and help sort out what was going on.

After taking a look around, our family friend seemed terrified and said he needed to go home to grab his gun.

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