This is a paranormal story from a woman that I thought was really good.

Here's what she writes.

When I was pregnant with my second child, my husband and I decided to buy a house.

The lease came up on our apartment before our new house was ready, so rather than sign

another lease, we decided to stay with my husband's family until it was done.

It was December in Indiana and it was extremely cold.

That cold slipped into the basement of my in-laws' house at night and made it very uncomfortable.

One night I decided to turn on the oven and the little kitchen down there to warm the

place up.

It didn't take long to get it cozy and pretty soon I will sound asleep.

One time in the night I woke up to use the bathroom.

When I passed by the stairs leading up to the main house, I looked up to see a little girl

sitting on the top step.

While I thought that was my sister-in-law, Carmen.

She was about five at that time and she was cute as a bug.

Carmen had long brown hair and she was really soft-spoken.

She was just sitting there in a long, light-colored gown looking for Lauren.

I couldn't imagine how she'd come down to the basement in the dark, so I told her to

go back to bed because your mother was going to be angry with her.

She looked at me and said, Mommy, please turn off the oven or we will die.

Well, I was confused by her statement so I guess I didn't answer right away.

She repeated herself, Mommy, please turn off the oven or we're going to die.

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