This man was a true hero in my book, because he paid the price, and his life was forever ruined, yet he was as fine as man as you'll ever know. I saw him at a pool hall and I asked him why he left in conversing.
What he said, though very hard to understand, I believed. He had been drinking and came home to go to bed. He awoke and his room was unbearably cold. THEN HE FELT AND ICE-COLD HAND GRIP HIS ARM. The vet shook and shook his arm to get whomever to let go. It worked and then he watched a blue light leave, open his door, and go down the hall.
He hit the streets in a hurry. This was a man you could take at his word. He later was told his roomate had a seance for the roommate's newly departed uncle that night in that man's bedroom while he was out drinking. Our living room was just below that one bedroom and it could be 100 degrees outdoors, but beneath that room it was pleasent. The following tenets living upstairs in that duplex would always complain of how cold that one room was, LOL