From Connie: When I was 12 we moved to a house in another town. I finally had my own room and I loved it. On the first night, as I lay in bed drifting off to sleep, I distinctly felt someone touch my forehead. It felt as if one tiny, childlike finger had momentarily touched my forehead. I never felt any fear as this event continued to happen night after night. Then, we got to know a neighbor, and she told my mother that a small child had died in that room. After I knew, I was never touched again. I still have no fear about the experience.
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