When I was in high school, I lived in a house that was built pre-Civil War. There were many things about it that were quirky. I could even tell you the first time it happened. One night, I was laying on my bed and picked up the phone to make a call. I always check to see if there is a dialtone before I make a call. I put it up to my ear, heard the dialtone followed instantly by a man with a deep voice saying my name. I dropped the phone on the bed and stared at it. Then, at the back of the house, I heard a woman scream loudly. My mother and younger brother were at home at the time and neither one of them heard it. I tried to forget about it.

After this, on several occasions, I would near sleep when a man would call my name from the left corner of my room. One night he said it, I laid back down and the instant afterwards, he was right at my ear saying it. I was so scared, I started sleeping with my bible. Eventually I rearranged my furniture and, without thinking, put my bed in the left corner. "He" wouldn't let me sleep, but would stand over me watching me until I asked him to leave. I never saw him, but could hear him and "feel" him there. Over the course of the 7 years I lived there, I heard from him regularly in my room and sometimes in other parts of the house. I learned to not be afraid.