From Krissy:

I'm going to tell you a story about a house that I lived in about a year ago. I was 15 years old and I've always had these kinda things happen to me . But it never was anything quite like this. It was in a little town called Ider in Alabama.

It all started one day when I was washing dishes for my mother and I saw two hands on the counter, When I looked again they were gone. It really didn't scare me because I was used to those kinds of things.

Well, it happened once more, then the same night the light in the kitchen went out by itself. I thought it was my little brother playing around, because he always played little tricks like that. But my little brother was in bed.

Later that night I went to bed and heard someone laughing,. When I sat up in bed I heard a man yell the name BEN. It scared the heck out of me, so I ran to my mother's room and told her what had happened and she told me that I was just dreaming.

Well my mother went to see our landlord and told him about it. Our landlord told her that a little boy by the name of BEN was accidently shot and killed by his father. A few months later we moved out.

I don't believe Ben wanted to hurt me in any way but just wanted some company.