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</div></div><b>Name: </b><i>Trevan Reese Bennett</i><br/><b>Date of Birth:</b><i> August 14,1991</i><br/><b>Age: </b><i>25</i><br/><b>Height/Weight:</b><i> 5'11," 160 lbs</i><br/><b>Eye color:</b><i> Blue-green</i><br/><b>Hair Color:</b><i> Ash blonde</i><br/><b>Birthplace: </b><i>San Antonio, Texas</i><br/><b>Race/Ethnicity:</b><i> Caucasian, American</i><br/><b>Sexual Preference:</b><i> Homosexual</i><br/><br/><i>"For example, never sacrifice your son or daughter as a burnt offering.* And do not let your people practice fortune-telling, or use sorcery, or interpret omens, or engage in witchcraft, or cast spells, or function as mediums or psychics, or call forth the spirits of the dead. Anyone who does these things is detestable to the Lord. It is because the other nations have done these detestable things that the Lord your God will drive them out ahead of you. But you must be blameless before the Lord your God.” - Deuteronomy 18: 10-13</i><br/><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2Fbasilaw.com%2Fwp%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2014%2F01%2Fseparator-line.png&amp;hash=84e9ba234398bb6d535b367a60c8babc" title="separator-line.png">
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</div><br/><br/><i>Hindsight was 20/20.</i><br/><br/>Rhonda and Kevin Bennett couldn't believe that the birth of their third child would shake the foundations of their fundamentalist Christian belief system with such ferocity. From his first lusty cry after delivery,<i> Trevan Reese Bennett </i>was remarkably different from the other childreb born at<i>North Central Baptist Hospital </i>that hot summer day in August.<i> It was an </i>uncomplicated vaginal delivery that had been marked by an occurrence that medical professionals witnessed once in every 80,000 births-- the baby's entire face was concealed by a fleshy white amniotic sac. The shimmery membrane draped over the newborn's face and head, was<i> known as a caul.</i><br/><br/>Which meant the child was a<i>caulbearer.</i><br/><br/>The event was significant<i>only</i>to those that were superstitious. Some people believed that babies born with a caul communed with dead spirits, remembered details of their past lives, and had visions of the future. The doctor presented his proud parents with their new bundle, tossing the caul covering his face into a biological waste container. It was another baby born for the doctor, his beeper wailing for yet another delivery down the hall. He briefly offered his congratulations, before he zipped out of the room and left the Bennett family to admire their little boy. As Rhonda cradled her son to nurse him, she and Kevin marveled how Trevan's slate blue eyes seemed to gaze bank at his parents as if he saw into the depths of their souls.<br/><br/>Little did Trevan's parents know, he could see much more than that.<br/><br/>Trevan started walking at seven months, and started talking in full, understandable sentences at ten months old. He reached developmental milestones faster than his older brothers, five-year-old Trace and three -year-old Kendall. They were rambunctious and loud, Trevan was sweet, sensitive and quietly observant. His unnerving presence often left him segregated from other children and made their parents uncomfortable. Trevan's family felt he was different the moment he came home from the hospital. As an infant, Trevan was constantly gazing up at the ceiling or at the corners of the room in their home. At two years of age, Trevan began engaging in one side conversations with an invisible "friend." Everyone thought it was cute that Trevan was using his imagination, if not for the fact when he spoke to Charlie, he spoke in two different voices to answer the questions. It was a strange coincidence that his grandfather, Charles Everett Bennett, was nicknamed, "Charlie." He died of pancreatic cancer in 1978, long before Trevan was born.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2Fbasilaw.com%2Fwp%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2014%2F01%2Fseparator-line.png&amp;hash=84e9ba234398bb6d535b367a60c8babc" title="separator-line.png">
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</div><br/>If Kevin and Rhonda weren't freaked out already, it was only the beginning. Kevin invited some friends from church over for Sunday dinner. Among their guests was a woman expecting her first child. The men sat in the den, engaged in a colorful debate about the symbolism of the Pastor's morning sermon. The women were indulging in conversation over dessert and coffee in the kitchen, trying to help Linda pick out a suitable girl's name for the new baby. With so much laughter going on, no one noticed when Trevan entered the kitchen like he had a message of great importance to relay. The five-year old approached Linda, who was startled to see the little boy standing next to her.<br/><br/>"Miss Lindy?" Trevan asked with a quavering voice. He piped up louder to be heard over the adult conversation.<br/><i><br/>
"Trevan honey! I didn't know you were standing there!" </i>Linda laughed weakly, forcing herself to smile as she willed her heart to stop pounding so hard.<br/><br/>Melissa Prescott paused mid-way through her conversation with Rhonda, glancing at Trevan. She had come with her husband Michael, and their two boys, Austin and Ramsey, the same age as the Bennett kids.<br/><i><br/>
"Trevan darlin'? Austin and Ramsey ain't cutting up, are they?" </i>she asked, thinking that might have be the reason Trevan showed up in a room full of adults.<br/><br/>The four boys were occupied with a "big boy" K-Nex building set in the back bedroom. Trevan wasn't going to tattle, even if the boys were treating him poorly.<br/><br/>His dreamy gaze didn't waver as he spoke, "Your baby is going to go live in Heaven with Jesus."<br/><br/>After he spoke those words aloud, all the conversation around Trevan came to a halt, even the men inside the den heard him, and the adults had their eyes upon him.<br/><br/>Rhonda slipped into correction mode immediately. "Trevan Reese Bennett! You apologize this minute young man," she demanded in a shrill voice, apologetically turning to look in Linda's direction. "I am so sorry for his rudeness Linda, I'm sure he doesn't mean it."<br/><br/>Trevan wasn't finished with his prophetic message. Without apology, he continued speaking, "Don't worry Miss Lindy. You're gonna have two little boy babies next time."<br/><br/>An outraged Kevin entered the kitchen after overhearing the exchange, and snatched his outspoken son up by the back of his shirt because he was in trouble for being disrespectful.<br/><br/>"You thinking way too big for your britches son. You gonna learn to mind your mama." he said sternly, dragging his son by his arm down the hallway to the door on the right.<br/><br/>Kevin closed the door to his bedroom, removing the belt from his pants to discipline his child. Their guests were left with awkward silence in the wake of Trevan's prophesy,and it was followed by the sound of a leather belt cracking hard against tender flesh and Trevan's screaming. Rhonda desperately attempted to clear the pall in the house but it was difficult to fix.<br/><i><br/>
"Whew wee! I guess that's about done now,"</i>Michael chuckled to Jonathan and Linda, then turned to his wife.<i>"Mel? I think it's about time we headed out. Work tomorrow gonna kill me." </i><br/><br/>In agreement with her husband, Melissa politely excused herself from the ladies company in order to round up the kids.<i> "Ramsey, Austin! We're fixing to head on home now. Y'all start picking up the toys!" </i><br/><br/>The thoughts of getting on the road and heading home and away from this weirdness, was a cue for Jonathan and Linda to thank their hosts for the hospitality. Both couples collected their coats in preparation to leave.<br/><br/><i>"Supper was delicious! Thank you for inviting us Rhonda!"</i>Jonathan said, as Linda rubbed a hand over her expanded belly.<i> "Seven months, tomorrow! We'll certainly think on some of those names y'all suggested, Rhonda and Melissa."</i><br/><br/>"Oh I totally understand, here gimme a hug!" Rhonda delivered hugs in Kevin's stead until her husband was able to return to the foyer where everyone was gathered. Although Rhonda didn't show her tension outwardly, this latest incident with Trevan was becoming increasingly worse and more frequent. They could no longer rationalize his strange behavior.<br/><i><br/>
"It's okay, Rhonda. From the mouths of babes, right?"</i>Jonathan's optimistic remark made his wife smile, despite her inward feeling of dread. Rhonda felt more relieved when Kevin returned to her side after placing a crying Trevan in his own room, the sound muffled to a sad sounding hiccup.<br/><br/>After performing his fatherly duty as disciplinarian, Kevin's disappointed frown wrinkled the edges of his lips. "Y'all going so soon! Awe, I reckon we'll catch up on that discussion at the next bible study, right?" Kevin asked.<br/><br/>Standing in front of Jonathan and Michael, his large hand clapped each man on their shoulder as he pumped a hand in theirs. "Y'all drive home careful, have a blessed week as well. G'night!"<br/><br/>There was a rowdy race to the door from Austin and Ramsey and a rattle of the box containing all 170 plastic pieces of K-Nex.<i> "Goodnight Mister Kevin and Miss Rhonda! See ya later alligators!" </i>the boys said to Kendall and Trace who quickly exchanged hugs with their friends.<br/><br/>After seeing everyone to the driveway, Kevin closed and locked the front door, casting an incredulous look at his wife before heading to the boys rooms together to prepare them for bed. Rhonda checked in on Trevan, who appeared to be sleeping but was still dressed in his play clothes. She crouched low to stroke his cheek, still streaked with damp tears. As she paused to wipe the wetness away, she was alarmed to see he was staring at her with his eyes open. When he didn't respond when she called his name, Rhonda yelled for her husband. Supervising the older boys with their bath, he hurried down the hall to see what all the yelling was about.<br/><br/>Poking his head through the doorway, he noticed Trevan looked half awake and barely coherent. "What's wrong honey?" Kevin asked.<br/><br/>To Rhonda's surprise, their little boy mumbled, "The little girl's gone now," Trevan replied with a sleepy gaze to his parents, who stood there with shocked expressions on their faces. "..then Noah and Nathan will be in Miss Lindy's tummy."<br/><br/>Early the next morning, Rhonda Bennett received a disturbing phone call from Melissa Prescott.<br/><br/><i>"Rhonda, I just thought I'd call and let you know Linda's in the hospital. Her and Jonathan were in a car accident coming home last night and at first, they thought it just was a minor fender-bender. Then my stars, she started hemorrhaging about 5 am this morning, and lost the baby! I think we should pray-"</i>then suddenly, Melissa's voice was cut off because Rhonda dropped the phone on the kitchen floor.<br/><br/>Her legs started to wobble, so she sat down in a chair before she blacked out. "Dear Lord."<br/><br/>Nine months later, both Rhonda and her husband received a baby announcement card in the mail. Everyone had heard that Linda was pregnant at church. As she and Kevin read the birth announcement card, they found out that the Martins had delivered twin boys that were named Nathaniel and Noah, just as Trevan had said would happen. There was no human way to explain how their four-year-old son could have ever known that information.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2Fbasilaw.com%2Fwp%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2014%2F01%2Fseparator-line.png&amp;hash=84e9ba234398bb6d535b367a60c8babc" title="separator-line.png">
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</div><br/><br/>His family's fundamentalist Christian beliefs radically diverged with Trevan's homosexuality during his rebellious teenage years. Wanderlust led Trevan on an adventure away from his birthplace in San Antonio after he turned eighteen. He gravitated towards a guilt-free existence in conservative, trendy Austin. Trevan was industrious, working odd jobs here and there to make ends meet, until he found a niche within the paranormal community. Trevan met Kent Wright, at the Opera Cafe one morning. In a random turn of events, the lead investigator of the Texas Paranormal Society was looking for a new face for his paranormal team and Trevan's clairvoyance and medium-ship abilities were a needed and marketable commodity.<br/><br/>His hiring was contingent on accuracy, and boy were his predictions accurate. Trevan had a vision of Kent falling through a termite eaten floor in a house his paranormal group was to investigate.<br/><br/>"Don't go in the pink bedroom, you will fall and get hurt." Trevan replied.<br/><br/>Trevan was part of a meet-up website called TPNC. Texas Paranormal Community, and he posted a few things from time to time mainly to seek work as a medium for any available paranormal groups in the Austin area. Kent had offered him the position an as-needed basis, but he needed work when there was a lag. He was reading the results of the investigation at Foscue Manor, and discovered his prediction of the floor collapsing had actually occurred. Fortunately, Kent only received minor cuts and scrapes., so Trevan responded with a post back.<br/><br/>"Sorry to hear about the accident...if I have any more insight on it ...I'll be sure to let you know." -6SenseinTX<br/><br/>Trevan was checking on the invite thread he'd posted a few days back. The medium thought Tolek was kinda cute when he spotted his avatar. Trevan was searching for people interested in coming along to check out a local haunted house, and he shot him a private message:<br/><br/>"Hey Tolek, my name's Trevan Bennett, I am a clairvoyant medium and I came across your reply on my thread. Thanks so much for your interest! If you are seriously interested in an adventure of a lifetime give me a call or text me at 512-675-8723. Really interested in meeting you face-to-face if you want to meet up at Opera Cafe & Coffeehouse before the weekend. Look forward to hearing from you." -6SenseinTX<br/><br/>Trevan clicked SEND. And waited for a call.