When my three daughters were aged two, three, and six, my wife, children and myself were living in an apartment in a seedy area of Dallas, Texas.

Shortly after we had moved into the apartment, the air-condition was working at 50 percent, so I installed ceiling fans in all the rooms.

Three months after the fans were put up, the one in our bedroom went out, the motor fried to a crisp. As I lay awake reading one night, the fan started to move, almost as if it were on its lowest circulation setting. I turned to my wife and shook her awake and whispered to her to look.

She glanced up, disinterested and stated that it was the air conditioning causing it to turn, yet the moment she said that, the air conditioning kicked on.

So if the air conditioning was not on, and no windows were open, what was causing the movement? We didn't know, but were certainly wide awake!

After this event transpired, there were several more occasions when we would awaken to see the fan turning, and we could stop it physically, yet an hour or two later, again, it would turn as if of it's own volition, but it never turned during the day. Always after 10:00 P.M. and before 4:00 A.M.

We questioned the apartment manager if any one had died in this apartment and were told no.

After a few weeks, my wife and I were up late on night when my six year old came toddling out of the bedroom and said, "Daddy, the man keeps waking us up."

I immediately checked the room, but no one was there, and even though I assured my daughter it was a dream, My wife and I were convinced we were not alone in that apartment.

Two weeks after the "waking us up" incident, I crept into the room to check on the girls and found my three year old having a conversation. I told her that she and her sister needed to go to sleep immediately, but she told me she was the only one awake.

I asked her who she was talking to, and she told me, "The man who keeps waking us."

My wife and I started looking for another apartment, and during this two week process, we were told by the children that the man would not let them sleep, unless they talked to him for a while, and if they did not, he would shake them or their bed.

Upon moving out of the apartment, we told the manager that we found it hard to believe no one had died in that apartment because of the activity.

She simply replied, no, the previous tenant had not died IN the apartment, but a BLOCK AWAY from the apartment as he was walking to the store late one evening. He was robbed and shot dead over a leather jacket.

Since that time, no tenant in that apartment has renewed a lease and some have outright broken their leases, and yet some of the neighboring tenants have lived there for years.