"This was not the worst of it, though. I stopped breathing entirely when I heard a long, low, sobbing moan from the inner room. At first I thought it was the woman in the other room having a nightmare. But then she cried out, 'How many times must I keep telling you, we have a guest tonight?' After a short pause, I heard her cry out again clearly, 'We have a guest with us tonight.' And then, again, a third time, in a very low, husky voice, almost a moan, 'Not tonight. Please not tonight. We have a guest.' Along with these sobs and moans I could hear her tossing and turning in her bed in the next room. I could hear the animals outside also stirring restlessly and with such force the whole house trembled. Not knowing what else to do, I took up my rosary and began to chant the sutra.

"Over and over I recited the sutra with all my heart and soul. Then, suddenly the wind seemed to drop and everything was quiet outside. Inside the couple's bedroom as well everything was still."