Monday I left Jeff, alone in the building. He is a master drywall finisher, old school. The type that is swift, clean and yet soft spoken. He's fixing the mistakes other less talented people left behind.
Tuesday I delivered more supplies. He says in a quiet tone, "you didn't tell me there are children here". I didn't because the knowledge is not always well received, some tend to slowly gather tools and leave. We need this guy to finish. We need his talent.
Jeff said that a little cloud of white mass came in to the room, peered around the corner at him and vanished. About 4 feet high. I said it's Annabelle. The room next to the library, is hers, we have video of her in the window. He said what do I do. I said, "nothing this is her house, we hear her running, laughing, leave her alone", I'm going there today to remind him, leave her alone.
I thought it was interesting, how he was so calm. Most men get a little nervous.