It had all began when she started talking about this "nice man" that she claimed would appear to her.
You can read all about it here; http://myextremelyhauntedlife.blogspot.ca/2013/05/the-nice-man.html
Anyway, my husband and I did not own the home we were living in at the time. We were simply renting, and I was concerned about our stove since it appeared in my opinion to be heating up much more than it should. It would heat up way too quickly and much too fast. It was an older stove and I believed it very much needed replacing.
I would place a small pot of water on a burner on the lowest setting and the burner would become flaming hot red, with the water at a rolling boil in only mere seconds.
I had mentioned this to my dad and on this particular day he had dropped by and my husband had intended to show him what I was talking about. However, after my husband had placed a small pot of water on the burner, he became distracted and ended up leaving the house with my dad and I and our two small children in tow to run some errands.
After mere minutes of entering the store we had headed to, my husband piped up that he had forgotten that he had placed a pot of water on the stove to show my dad and hadn't turned it off.
All of us left the store immediately, fearing the worst.
We were back home within minutes and raced to the kitchen. We found the burner was still turned on, and the pot of water sitting there. The burner however was ice cold to the touch.
From the time my husband placed the pot of water on the stove and turned it on, and we had returned, a good 30 minutes had passed.
Both my husband and I were dumbfounded and my dad even found it strange. He said for the amount of time it was on, it should have become at least somewhat warm. But there wasn't even a hint of warmth. It was stone cold.
Over a period of days, I tried to see if it would happen again. I would turn one of the burners on to see if it wouldn't heat up. But it never happened. The stove did as it had been doing. I would turn a burner on and within seconds the thing would be extremely hot, even if it was on the lowest temperature setting.
One day my daughter overheard me talking with my dad on the phone about it. I had told him how I found it really odd that the burner remained cold that day, despite being on for so long. I then said, "Gee, I guess someone was watching over us."
I got off the phone and my daughter informed me that it was probably the nice man. According to her, he was there to be with her and watch over her.
Maybe so, but I was more than happy when a few weeks later our landlord replaced the old stove with a brand new one.
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