Nice Trick...Now For Your Punishment

We were devastated after the Dead Files told us they were done filming and weren't sure if they were going to be renewed.  The feeling of hopeless was overwhelming as we were back to suffering through this alone.  The light of hope at the end of the tunnel had turned to darkness.  However, we were still holding out for open that the show would be picked up for Season 8 and they would choose us.

Everything that we do or talk about in the house is being watched by those in the shadows now.  They use it against us or to stop us from being on the show.  They don't like the fact that we contacted the Dead Files for help and they're angry.  They're about to show us just how much control they have over us and punish us for what we've tried to do.  To give you some sort of idea of what we're dealing with at this point, imagine being in an abusive relationship but you can't see the person or know when the attacks are coming.

The punishment started with a simple warning.  One day a bowl of dry dog food was sitting on the kitchen counter, Jennifer walked in to find the the words "Nice Trick" spelled out with the dog food. At the time, we thought it was funny but looking back I feel it was a message.  The message was that our attempts to get help was nothing but a nice trick to those torturing us.

The spoon is flying through the air at a regular pace.  During it return one time, it nearly hits Emi in the head as it flies through the living room into the kitchen.   The scream are happening all the time now and at all times of the day with no pattern as to when it happens .  Now new things are starting.   A screaming male has now joined the screaming crazy girl.

The new screams are angry.    It's a hostel scream, like a scream being made when someone is attacking someone or something. They come without warning and without any of us sensing its about to happen.  During one scream, Heidi and I are waiting in the Kitchen for Jennifer to come pick us up.  Nothing is on-no fan, no radio, no TV.  All the sudden a terrifying yell from a man that sounds like he's right on top of us!  It feels as if it pounding down on us.  The look on Heidi's face is terrifying and I try to laugh but my fear was also showing on my face.  "I want to get out of here", Heidi said.  I didn't debate her, we needed to get out.  We waited by the gate until Jennifer came to get us.

Things are opening, moving, and disappearing.   There's no logical explanation for any of it.  It's an unnerving feeling to experience this as you know you're losing control of your surroundings.  The kitchen seems to be the flash-point for all the new activity.  It then moves from there like a virus; spreading terror throughout the house section by section.

While Heidi was in the Kitchen one time she turned her back away from our bar table.  Without warning or a sound, she turns back around to find two bar stools stacked on top of each other, legs to legs.  She was standing less than six feet away and  her back turned for only seconds.

The bar stools in the kitchen.  Heidi is in the background.  She was standing at the edge of the counter when this happened.

It's as if the spirits are practicing for things to come.  Doors are opening on their own, things are being moved from their original places.  The spoon returns one time bent in half and now other things are starting to come up missing.  Knives are starting to show up stuck in walls and ceilings

This new activity is no longer confined to within the house now.  Doors are opening and being left open in the garage and barn.  Screams are happening outside and banging on doors and windows are now a daily occurrence.  We decide that no one is to be left alone in the house

The Spoon bent in half upon it's return.

Car Doors being opened and left open in the garage.

Another shot of the car/truck doors being opened and left open

Tractor hood & truck doors opened

We are being pushed, scratched, grabbed, and feeling sicker.  The girls are missing school due to feeling exhausted and being sick.   We are being pulled apart, arguing with each other for no reason whatsoever.  Jennifer's hair is thinning.  She's having stomach problems, and her vitamin D & Iron levels are dropping to dangerously low levels.  We have little strength left to fight; we're losing.

The punishment for trying to get help from The Dead Files is beginning.  

  

Help us Dead Files

The screams of the crazy lady were happening more and more often.  It seemed everyday she would learn how to scream a little better than the day before.  We knew that she was teaching herself to do more things and we were getting scared.

One day Emi came to us and asked if someone was trying to get into her room.  She said that while she was sitting on the bed her door knob kept turning, like someone was trying to open the door but for some reason couldn't do it.  No one was near her room...no one.

I took it as crazy lady was working harder now to learn new things which was frightening.  She was unstable.  An unstable person is dangerous, an unstable spirit is deadly.   How do you protect your family from something you cannot see and have now warning that's about to attack?  Short answer is-you can't.

Jennifer decides we need help but we've been through so much that we're not sure where to turn.  The bad taste is still there from the last paranormal team.   Bringing others in without knowing the who, what, and why of their methods scares us.  Will they help or just make things worse?

We decide to try to contact The Dead Files again.   Jennifer works on finding the real "Help Me Dead Files" submittal site and thankfully she finds it.   She tells them everything we've experienced and it's a laundry list of comically, heartbreaking, and terrifying things.   We have evidence now in the form of audio from Emi's video.  I had pretty much given up on ever find someone to help us.  Thankfully Jennifer didn't. My wife is an amazing woman and she is persist in protecting her family.  We click "submit", praying for a response this time; the right response.

A few days later my phone rings with a California number.   I let it go to voice mail because I don't normally answer numbers that I don't recognize from states which I don't do business.  I forget about it and go about my day.  I check it later and it's Desma from Painless Productions.  Jennifer & I were excited!  It was like getting a message that the cavalry was on the way!  It takes a couple of days of telephone tag but we finally talk to her.  We spend nearly an hour & half on the phone with her.  She's shocked by our story and tells us it's one of the craziest she's heard.   She asks us what we want to get out of the show.  Without hesitation we tell her, just help.  Help figure out what this is and how to get rid of it.  We've been through so much and scared it will seriously hurt or killed someone.  We just want a normal life.

Before we can move forward with the show, we had to sign releases and authorizations.   We took pictures of our house inside & out: talked to Desma via email & phone.  Then we waited...and waited...and waited.  Meanwhile, the activity is much more "organized", for lack of a better word. However, the thought of finally getting help from Amy & Steve calms us somewhat.  We feel there's finally hope of living a normal & happy life.

Desma calls us one day to tell us that the show has completed the filming for season 7.  The Travel Channel has not told them if the show will be renewed or not.  She does tell us they are very interested in our story and if it is renewed they want ours to be the season 8 premiere. Problem is, there may not be a season eight.

We were heartbroken.  We go from the excitement of getting help back to the hopelessness of living in our own horror story.

The house was starting to feel darker as if the dead knew that no one was coming to help us.  We became target practice for them.  They are about to punish us for trying to get help.

You scream, I scream, but she screams louder

Until now, I was the only one who could actually hear the crazy lady scream.  However, that was about to change.

She is now screaming for all to hear on nearly a daily basis.   Her screams happened without warning and at anytime of the day.  They sounded as if they are coming from the back part of the house or in the back part of the hallway.  They were terrifying.

We were at a loss and even though we're scared at this new development; we're numb to everything that is happening around us.   The spoon is disappearing and reappearing as if it has a mind of it's own, she's screaming whenever she wants too, we're smelling cigarette and pipe smoke, and Jennifer & the girls are getting sick.   We're scared and feel hopeless.

Up to this point, the screams have only happened while it's only us in the house.  But one Spring afternoon that changed as she made her presence known to others outside the family.   It was Prom season and Chloe was helping other girls with their hair and make up.   There were a lot of teenage girls at our house and, as Chloe was doing a girls hair, it happened.  She screamed.  It was a longer scream than her normal one and sounded different.  It was like she was mad and jealous.  The look on the girl's faces were a combination of curiosity and horror. "what...was...that?" one asked.   So we had to explain and that was followed by about a 1,000 other questions.

It's was difficult to explain everything that we had been experiencing so we decided it was best to leave some of the details out.   We live in a small town so word of this getting out could have some negative effects on all of us as it could have turned us into a curiosity and novelty.  That was something we just didn't want to deal with.

Now that she has exposed herself to others, she started getting braver in her actions.  She was opening & closing doors, moving things, and was continuing to work on her trademark screams.  It had gotten to the point that Heidi and Emi would not sleep in their rooms and didn't want to be alone.

Even though others had heard it, it was still difficult for some to believe.  A witness is just someone who tells others what they experienced.  You can choose to believe or not to believe, it was evidence that we needed to truly get help but we were too scared to do anything for fear of just pissing her off more.

By complete accident we got what we needed one early Fall afternoon.  Emi was making homemade Reese's Peanut Butter cups and like all kids these days, she felt the need to document herself.   With Emi in the kitchen and Jennifer & I watching TV in the living, she screamed.  I immediately ran into the kitchen and realized that Emi was recording.   We played it back and there she was; the woman who has been tormenting us.  We could see Emi's reaction when she heard it.

I'm going to end this blog with the actual video from that day.  It's the same video we sent to The Dead Files when we submitted our story.   The scream happens at approximately the 10 second mark. This is what we were dealing with but it was going to get much worse.