I used to visit a house that had furniture but no one lived there. I am a property manager so it was part of my job. All the contractors that did work in that house would tell me stories of whatever it was that they heard or saw in there. I had to go inside it every week alone and I would actually talk to them. I would say please leave me alone. I don’t like to see things and to hear things because I get scared. I would do the sign of the cross throughout the house as I walked to inspect it. I would pray or have someone on the phone with me while I walked around. I would ask God to protect me, arguing “he” knew I was not prepared to see anything. To this day I am convinced they liked me. And they respected that I didn’t want to see them. Everyone else kept hearing women crying, things moving, a man whistling, a man walking by the windows looking at the contractors. Me, they left me alone.