AND I was supposed to sew in my daughter's room, where there was a sewing machine, and finish the dress I had made. Suddenly, as I entered the room, the atmosphere in the room changed. I felt like I was in a closed closet with no air. I felt like the air was sucked out of the room. Then I heard a voice say, “Hello,” a male voice. Just a basic “hello”. I just got mad because I didn't have time for it. I shouted, “Get out of here!” Well, that's what happened. The room seemed to open. I felt the atmosphere of peace. I continue to sew and it has never bothered me.
But sometimes when I entered this room, I could smell tobacco smoke. Terrible! Then it disappeared. Here I knew something wanted to disturb me. To disturb me. Who or what was that? Just some ghost who wants something fun. I asked the owner of the rented house if anyone had died in the house. She said her father. I asked her if she smoked. She replied, “Yes, tobacco.”
That was enough for me. I told my husband I wanted to move. Nothing happened in those few months and I didn't wait for it to happen. Then we finally moved.
