When my husband and I first got married we lived in a little two room apartment. He used to work nights and I had never thought much of it until about three months later when I was home by myself.It was about 8:00, not late and I was just sitting down to watch T.V. I was pregnant at the time so I grabbed some snacks and as I was leaving my kitchen the pantry door came flying open and then slammed shut. Naturally I was scared to death so I called my husband and told him what had happened. He said that I was letting my emotions get the best of me and I thought he was probably right.The next night he had off and while we were in bed we felt something climb in between us. After that I went to stay with my mom. It had been about three months and our house that was being built was finished. We had no other encounters at that time. When my daughter was about 11 months old she started walking. It always looked like she was holding someone's hand and had incredible balance at home, not so good when we were not (like any baby learning to walk). Samantha would also sit in her room and just babble and play like she needed no entertainment from anyone. She was happy so we thought whoever is visiting her must be ok As she got older she always talked to someone named Sara. Things happened all the time at the house. Doors unlocked, things moved, footsteps, etc. Samantha always said "its just Sara". One night when Samantha had just gone to bed my husband and I went to check on her and heard a whisper of a voice saying over and over "My little Samantha. My little Samantha". That night my husband and I did not talk much about it. I think hearing a voice scared him as much as me although he would never admit it.