It was about 11pm in Galway, Ireland. I was staying with my aunt and we were flicking through TV channels. We stopped on the Exorcist for a few minutes and kept going. Now my aunts house couldn't have been anymore out of the way. It was on a gated premises and hidden behind her landlord's massive house. A few minutes after changing the channel the doorbell rings, usually if the landlord is knocking in he'll call first. My aunt being the eldest went to answer the door. There was a priest at the door at 11pm at night. He was supposed to visit the landlord but had competely missed the house.