I recently spent a few months in Evanston, Wyoming. I stayed with a long time friend of mine who had a five bedroom home. Up until
this time my year old daughter spoke very few words, and the only names that she knew were mama and granpa. Within two days of
staying there my daughter would distincly look at a door, wave, and say "bye, bye Bob." At first I din't think much of it, until
it was a daily occurance, and several times a day. I asked my friend about the house. We got to talking about stuff that he had
heard and seen. He had heard the door leading from the garage into the kitchen open and footsteps in the kitchen. I guess this was a fairly regular
occurance. The stair leading downstairs would creak as if someone were walking on them. The house would always creak. Stupid stuff
like that.
One night before I went downstairs to go to bed, we were talking in the kitchen. We both heard a gentle rapping on the glass sliding
door and looked to find nothing there. We just looked at each other and said, "that was weird." I started to hear noises inside of
my closet downstairs. The room that I was staying in had a massive walk in closet. Sometimes the noise would hit the closet doors and
I thought that they might open up. It was really freaking me out.
All this time my daughter would continually say "bye bye bob." Gradually she would sit and talk to the thin air as if someone were
there. Occasionally you could hear "Bob" come out of her mouth.
My friend did a little bit of research on the house. He found out that sometime in the 1980's someone had died there of a drug
overdose. The guy that died wasn't named bob. We were kind of curious though. One of the people who was there that night and
reasonably close to the guy that died, was named bob. Bob was still around and living in town somewhere. I think we were a little
scared to find out what we might find, so we never contacted him.
One night I finally got tired of the noises in the closet and said, "Bob or whoever you are, could you kindly please keep it down a
little bit. I am trying to sleep." I didn't hear any noise after that. Every night before I went to bed, I would ask whatever was
there to kindly keep it down so i could sleep. I even started announcing to "Bob" or whatever that I was leaving for a couple of
hours, so they had the house to themselves. I always told them not to throw a raging party though. I know that whatever was there
one of the spirts, or the spirit was named Bob. Since retuning to Utah, my daughter no longer speaks to Bob.
