at first night, Lisa and I went to bed and to sleep, but something woke me up in the middle of the night. It wasn't totally dark in the room, and in the dim light I could vaguely see what appeared to be a man's gray pin-striped suit coat hanging over the top of the bed, down onto the pillows where we were lying. I even raised up in bed and looked right at it. It was transparent. I reached out to touch it and my hand went right through it. It was like a hologram. There was a picture of a Mexican woman hanging on the wall in front of the bed. To my amazement, I saw that a man's face with a mustache had materialized in the lower part of the picture. I also heard what appeared to be footsteps walking around the room, but I didn't see anybody. I laid back down and hid my head beneath the covers and PRAYED. I also heard a sound like somebody imitating a trumpet with their lips. Very strange. Lisa was snoozing away so I didn't want to wake her and scare her. I just lay there until I finally fell asleep.
The next morning I told everybody about what happened. We prayed, then took olive oil and made the sign of the cross on the picture, on the doors and windows of the room, and on the bedposts. As we would anointed the objects we would say, "In the name of Jesus" and that night we all had a peaceful, uninterrupted sleep. I didn't marry the guy, and I'm sure glad that I never had to live in that creepy old house