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Amanda Daigle, Houston, Texas, The week of March 12-18, 2007
My fiancé's father owns a few small houses in a town about 45 minutes
outside of Houston (in the Porter/Kingwood area). My fiancé and I are living
in one of them.
During spring break of my senior year, a strange event occurred. I'm not
sure just how old this house is, but it has a few years on it. The first
thing I noticed when we were renovating the house was the eerie closet in
the bathroom. It looks a lot like a wine cellar and has a gloomy feel. One
night at around 9, my fiancé and I were lying in bed talking about
psychology and how I'm able to tell people things about themselves they've
never told a soul, and how I read people I've never even met. And he asked
me if I was psychic, which proceeded into a discussion about getting testing
for it. We then started to talk about channeling energy and energy fields
and other dimensions when all of a sudden I saw something move across the
room out of the corner of my eye. But I tried my best to disregard it and
didn't say anything for fear of him not taking me seriously so I kept in
conversation with my fiancé. But my conscious was screaming at me to pay
attention to the room the entire time.
About 5 minutes later my fiancé had to use the restroom and I had followed
him in there because I started to feel very uneasy. At that point I couldn't
tolerate it anymore and told him about seeing something out of the corner of
my eye, and that something didn't feel right. He then had the most serious
look on his face. Which mind you, my boyfriend is a very sarcastic person
and never has a serious look on his face unless need be. I knew something
was wrong. He then told me about the night before. At about 3:00 AM he had
gotten up to use the restroom and as he was leaving the bathroom, he heard a
little girl's voice say, "baby, don't you love me too?" He looked around not
knowing what it was and looked toward me, wondering why I would have said
what was said. Only I was dead asleep -- and I do not talk in my sleep. My
mind started to race and I wasn't sure what to think. We were both awkward
at this point. We walked back into the bedroom, and not three steps out of
the bathroom, in a matter of 10 seconds, the temperature dropped to an icy,
bone chilling cold. Involuntary, I started to cry so hard I was sobbing. I
wasn't scared by any means, but I could not stop crying. It was a sad
crying. We immediately started putting our shoes on and piling on jackets as
fast as we possibly could. There was no doubt we had to leave. It just kept
getting colder and colder. And the colder it got, the more I cried, which
was odd because I was calm as ever, aside from the fact that we were
frantically trying to get out. We came back later that night and had gotten
a Bible, prayed, and anointed the house until we both felt a great peace,
but only for that night. I still can't sleep right in that house.
