From 2plus3@gateway.net:

I'm a 40-year-old professional and mother. We bought this house in June of 2000, but we had moved in the first of April (no this is not a late April fools joke). When we first looked at it, it was exactly what we were looking for. Solidly built but needing a facelift.

We are located on top of a hill in the middle of one acre in rural South Central Arkansas but my husband and I both work in the city. The second time we looked, I got an awful feeling in the master bedroom. I felt watched by something angry. A young mother (renting) occupied the house and she used the den for a bedroom and the master bedroom and bath were obviously unused. When I walked into the master bath it became obvious why. The walk-in closet is located in the bathroom and hate just radiated from it.

I'm usually pretty practical, but even after we moved in, I used the closets in the kids’ rooms and wouldn't go near ours. Something in there hated, me-us-everything. I was waking up between 4:20 and 4:23 every morning and I could smell fresh cigarette smoke, like someone was in the bedroom with us smoking. I couldn't really read the feeling I got from this entity, it seemed to be just watching, and I think, waiting. Of course all this time, things were disappearing and showing up in places that we wouldn't and sometimes couldn't have put them. I also heard noises in the attic crawlspace, like something was scooted across the floor but when we looked up there to do some electrical work, it was all rafters and insulation.

Before I tell you what happened in the early morning hours on Easter of 2000 let me describe my children for you. I have a 14-year-old son and 4-year-old daughter that are very much alike, imaginative, outgoing and creative. I also have a 6-year-old son who is none of these things; he's very practical and literal. Both boys are very close and share a bedroom. They both sleep in a very dark room and have never been bothered by the dark.

At 4:22 Easter morning, my 6-year-old came in calling to his Daddy. He has never come into our room at night before. He told me that someone had climbed into his bed and it wasn't his brother. I told him it must have been one of the cats (we have two, and yes, they "follow" things around my bedroom with their eyes) and he said "No, because they talked to me."

I tucked him in next to his Dad and checked the house. The next day I had his older brother talk to him about what had happened. He told his brother that someone big had crawled into bed with him, and of course he thought it was his brother. When he said his brothers’ name, whoever (whatever) it was, pinned him to the bed, leaned into his face and said "I'm going to eat you for lunch."

He also stated that whoever it was had breath that smelled like poop. It worried me so much that I had a friend who is Wiccan come over and help me bless the house. We used blessed water, sea salts and prayer. The "smoking" visitor, waking up at 4:20 and the evil feeling in the closet all went away. But I still feel like something is just waiting, and we’ve had several instances of items disappearing and reappearing again. My 14-year-old son also told me that the commode lid is slamming itself in the afternoon when he is home by himself. I don’t think that whatever is still in the house is evil.