Preistly sermons in the dark
When I was 19 I went to stay with a friend in Ireland who lived in an old rectory cottage in Co. Limerick with walls about 10ft thick.

I woke in the small hours of the morning as the room had suddenly become incredibly cold. I took a quick look up under the curtains thinking that I'd left the window open and, whilst noticing that the window was firmly shut, I heard it.

There was a distinct but low muttering coming from the corner of my bedroom, I knew I was totally alone in the house, cue instant getting chillier and covers being drawn up over my head and white fear gripping my entire body.

Somehow I got to sleep and the next morning I came down to breakfast, where my friends Steve and Eddie were already sat and told of the nights happenings.

Eddie went completely white and then told me about the time he'd been looking after the house when Steve and his Mum were away. A priest came into the room and sat down beside him and proceeded to lecture him in a language he didn't recognise but could understand and then a little girl skipped into the room and skipped back out again. He'd never told anyone else and from the look on his face I knew he wasn't making it up.

Transpires that I most likely heard the priest practising his sermon in the corner of my room that night.
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