He also had an old rotary phone in his Mission apartment, and sat there and watched the phone dial by itself. He was extremely reluctant to share those experiences.

I’ve had sleep paralysis a handful of times, and it freaks me out every time. The last time happened when I was an adult leader at a Scout camp about 8 years ago. I was sharing a tent with the other adult leader from my Ward—in a semi-permanent tent structure at the camp. I was sleeping on a cot and woke up one night with a weight pushing in my chest, and felt an evil presence. I remember fighting to say something, and I was able to say “ I have a body, and you don’t!” Apparently, my tent mate heard me say it, because I overheard him saying something to another leader the next morning. 😬