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.