As my anniversary approached, my husband and I discussed our plans. I wanted to go to a plantation home famous for its paranormal activity. My husband didn’t really like the idea. He said we shouldn’t be fooling with that kind of stuff. But he gave in and said if that was what I really wanted he would go.

Then I had a dream. In the dream, we were at the plantation home and something was in the cellar. I wouldn’t go down there but he did. And whatever was down there attached itself to him. When he came up out of the cellar, he wasn’t the same man. Lots of really bad things happened after that and I won’t go into the entire dream. But I will say this: When I woke up, I changed my mind. We won’t be going there.