On the Balcony

This tale still chills my bones.

While I was a district leader, my companion and I were walking home after a long day teaching and contacted, the usual things a missionary spends his time doing. Our path home took us by the building where the sisters live, and I glanced up to their balcony to see if they were home. I took a double take as I saw a older man standing on what should their balcony. On the second look the man was gone and I thought nothing of it.

A few days later, I got a panicked call from one of the sisters. She exclaimed that we needed to get over there as soon as possible. Confused, we got ready and went over to their apartment to see what was happening.

When we got there, the senior companion explained why she called.

"We were getting ready to go to bed when I looked over at my companion. She was standing in the doorway in a almost a trance. I said her name and she didn't respond. That was when I noticed she was floating. I touched her and she seemed to come to and ran to her bed and cover herself with a blanket crying.
"I asked her what was wrong and she told me she remember sitting on her bed when this old man came in and started yelling about how we didn't belong here. Then he went into the kitchen and bang on the pots and pans just make a lot of noise. Then he came back and started to hit me. That was when you touched me."

Understandable, I was concerned for my sisters' safety. how could something like this happen with only one person in the room witnessing it while the other was completely oblivious.

They asked us to bless their apartment for them. Without hesitation we agreed. As I said the prayer it felt like a wind was rushing through the heart of the apartment out the door. I never heard of any further incidences in that apartment.