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Kevin M. is a single man who lives alone and who has been unable to form any lasting relationships or to hold down any jobs for more than a few months. He is not ashamed of the way things are in his life, for he feels the circumstances that he finds himself in are not of his making and he feels no guilt for the person he is.

His problems began when he was a child and a man began to appear in his bedroom at night.

As Kevin tells his story:

My parents entered the room when I would scream that there was a man in my room. I remember feeling puzzled as to why this man was there and could not be seen by my parents. This man frightened me, and I would often cry out due to fear.

On one occasion, I remember this man coming over to my bed and peering down at me. We both made eye contact, and it slowly dawned on him that I could see him. This seemed to cause a mild panic in the man, and from that night on, he would often come over to me and try to talk with me—which just had the effect of scaring me stupid, and I would yell for my parents. As soon as my parents would come into the room again, the man would back away. All I could say to my parents was that there is the man that I don’t like.

Of course my parents looked about, saw nothing, and assumed it was a bad nightmare. This continued for quite some time, and I was eventually moved from that room to sleep in my parents’ room. Here, I always slept well.

The episode of the man in my room was totally forgotten until I reached my early-to mid-twenties when I started to receive severe spirit contact. During a discussion with my mother, she said that she recalled my man-in-the-room experience. She also added an explanation for it. It turns out that the cottage in which we were living had a previous tenant, an old man with a walking stick, who was disabled and lived most of his later years in the same room as mine. Because of this man’s disability, he would often tap or bang his walking stick on the bedroom floor to get the attention of relatives down below. This man had passed away some years before our tenancy of the cottage.

My parents would often hear this banging in the house, which would seem to come from upstairs but whenever they went to investigate, it stopped. They just assumed that it was a water pipes. Now, as I learned of the deceased/disabled man and the knocking on the floor of his walking stick, we started to put two and two together and realized that the man I saw in my room and the knocking heard in the cottage were from the same source: The disabled man, desperately wanting someone to answer his signal for help.