Witness: Amanda Daigle
Location: Houston, Texas
Date of Encounter: 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.