I wouldn't hold it against anyone who didn't believe a word of what I said. Those moments I experienced in that house are as clear in my mind now as they were when they happened. Part of my conscious still tries to find rational, scientific explanations for what occured. Some weird electrical occurence, or the sausages being in the pan frozen and the heat made them jump when they were starting to cook, whatever. But what I can't explain is how the dogs went berserk and seemed not only scared but in a rage; and the cold I felt or my hairs standing straight up.

When I hear stories from others about their "encounters", I still scoff at them, though I shouldn't. It's one of those things that you really do have to be in front of and experience for yourself; and still one might not believe others experiences. All I know is, when those blinds went up and down by their seemingly own volition, and the dogs jumping towards the ceiling, I was paralyzed with fear and I'm not one who scares easy.

I just hope if Bilbo drops dead that he doesn't make a point of finding my residence and f#cking with me to the point of driving me to suicide