Early Monday morning (approximately 3:30 AM), August 9, 2010, one of the most notable events took place. In the driveway-facing bedroom of the carriage house, Justin awoke, his body covered in sweat. He noticed the absence of any sounds; it was dead silent. He felt a presence above and almost inside his body as he lay on the bead. Then suddenly, he heard a voice in the kitchen talking to a young boy. Suddenly the boy ran into the Justin’s room and to the front of his bed. The boy stood staring at Justin from the foot of the bed, which seemed to last for several minutes. Justin said as soon as the boy left his room, sound returned — the typical sounds of a summer evening — and he was dry within moments. The sweating as he described was like he had hopped out of a swimming pool; he was that wet.