“Back when I was 15 years old, I stayed over night at my grandma’s house in the country. This house I knew was haunted because the time before I slept in her bed and the door knobs to both the closet and the bedroom door started shaking as if someone was trying to turn it but didn’t have the strength.
This particular night I am sleeping on her couch in the living room when I turn off the TV and go to lay down and try to get some rest. On my way over to the couch, directly in front of me, it sounded as if a priest or other church type of voice was singing some type of holy hymn. Kind of like do ré me fa so la te do, you know that kind of thing, but it sounded very holy like you would hear in a church. Mind you it is DEAD SILENT in this house there is no other source for any volume, and it was not coming from another room. It was as if a person was right in front of my face, that’s how close it was. I will never forget it, it sounded like what you would hear at the gates of heaven.”