get up at night to walk to our bedroom but didn't, because he would have to walk past the stairs down to the main floor. It scared him because "sometimes at night I see people walking around down there." I tried to convince him that it was a dream, or his imagination, but he stubbornly insisted that it was real. I still think that it was a bad dream, but I was thoroughly creeped out. I ended up letting the kids sleep in my bedroom with me for the duration of his absence. My husband had not dedicated our home at that point, but I made sure he did as soon as he finally got home.

Also that same time that my husband was gone I was visiting a close friend who had left the church. She was not particularly hostile about the church, and even admitted to still having a testimony, but stepped away because her spouse had lost his testimony. I was pregnant with our third child at the time. While I was just sitting there on their couch I had a really awful feeling come over me and felt a very strong prompting that I needed to leave immediately for the well-being of my unborn baby. I blew it off for a second, but it was so strong that I finally made up an excuse and made a rapid exit. Everything was fine as soon as I left and I have never understood what exactly was happening there, but I never went back to their home.