Originally Posted by
pastor_bob
Back when I was in Chiropractic College, there was a Christmas gathering at my parent's house. Now there had been strange happenings in that house for a few years - books flying off book shelves, closet doors opening and closing, and strange cold spots in the house.
My niece, about 5 years old at the time, had been put to bed in a bedroom (in the past, this had been a room with the books flying out the book shelves, and closet doors opening and closing). Nothing had happened in the house in a long time, so no one had really thought much about that room. I went down the hallway, and heard my niece sobbing in the room. I went in and found her sitting up and clinging to the headboard. I picked her up, noticed the closet doors were open, and delivered my niece to my sister. Then I asked if the closet doors had been open or closed when my niece was put to bed. My sister said they had be closed. I told her they were open now, and my niece's sobbing made perfect sense.
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