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Monday, April 30, 2018

Lights, Cameras, Action


The main part of the show which involved us were the interviews with Steve DiSchiavi.  Steve is a great guy but a no-nonsense type of guy.  He's good at his job and is professional but is also really a fund guy.  I get a lot of questions about what he is like.  I can honestly say the man you see on your TV every week is the man he is in real life.

Filming our interviews wasn't tough, just a little nerve-racking.  There were no scripts, no rehearsals, and the only direction we were given was  to "just talk about what happened and answer Steve's question."  We were NEVER asked to say something that didn't happen or embellish anything.

It's tough to talk about the things that happened to us while the cameras were rolling.  It made us relieve all the negative and scary things.  That's not always a good thing because those were very powerful memories to talk about.

During the initial interview with Steve on our back deck, they cut filming and Steve and I were just talking.  I remember him saying to me that being a father and not being able to protect my family had to be tough.  I started to break down because my mind immediately shifted to a memory of Emi running terrified down the hall crying, saying she saw someone.  How do I protect my family from something that doesn't fight fair and holds all the advantages?  It's heartbreaking and as I said on the show, "I'm the first, last and only line of defense."  I felt I was failing my family.  I didn't know they started filming again so what you're seeing of me during that interview is a genuinely concerned father and husband who's at the end of rope and feeling helpless.

Steve and I moved into the kitchen and I told him the things that happened there.  The knife flying off the counter and cutting my arm (still have a nice scar from that too) and the video of the drawer.  I was reluctant to use the video because of the naysayers, but they convinced to do it.  The first time Steve saw the video was during the filming as it was decided earlier in the day to use it.  The video that you see on the show is NOT the entire video and I only started filming after things were happening.  You can see the entire video and read the entire story behind it in the blog entry The Storm Intensifies. 

The next part of the interview involved us going down into the basement.  I admit that I was scared to go back down there because of everything that happened to me there.  To me, the basement was the epicenter of evil and all our problems.  No one would be able to protect me if anything were to happen and it took awhile before I could muster up the courage to go down there.   I remember Steve say, "It's pretty obvious this space bothers you."  I didn't realize until we watched the show that my fear of the basement was written all over my face.

I still get a lot of question regarding my interview with Steve as well as reading comments on social media because most people thought Steve was too hard on me.  They ask if it upset or bothered me.  The answer I tell people is, "no, not in the least little bit."  As I said earlier, there were not scripts, it was us just talking and Steve doing what he does best.  I expected him to be hard on me and, frankly,  I respect him for being the way he was.  That's his job.  It's what he did while he was a homicide detective.  Get the truth out of someone, find out the real reasons for why something happened.  I was raised by a Chief Master Sargent who was career military.  My dad was a man I respected and was a whiskey drinking, cigar smoking bad ass who didn't put up with bullshit.  So dealing with Steve was a walk in the park compared to that.

No one in the family was allowed to watch each other’s interviews.  The producers didn't want anything that would tip the other person off as to what direction their interview would go or what questions would be asked.  

Jennifer and the girls were up next.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

The storm intensifies

Weathering constant attacks is beginning to wear on us.  We have become more withdrawn and more cautious of who we tell.  We have quit trying to find help as our attempts to get help from the religious community proved more challenging than anything else.  We were told that ghost & spirits don't exist.  When you die you move on to heaven or hell depending on how you lived your life.   Jesus Christ was the only person to die and to have risen from the dead.

That's hard to stomach as we have experienced so many things that have contraindicated everything they were saying.  I was insulted and angry as we went to them for help and they decided without any sort of investigation that we were crazy and needed to believe in the Bible more.

The attempt to get help from religion seems to only increase the activity and anger it.  It's as if we are being punished for our efforts to rid our lives of them.  They begin to attack with a vengeance.

One afternoon, I had to go down to the basement.  I wanted to make my trip quick so I made mental notes of what I needed and where it might be.  As I made my way down, I could feel my anxiety thicken and my chest began to feel tight.  I went to back of the basement and all the sudden the door slammed shut.  I ran to the door and couldn't open it, I was trapped.  Jennifer heard the door slam and ran down stairs.  She pushed and I pulled and we just couldn't open it.  I actually begin to take stock of my life, I felt that whatever was happening was going to be the end.  It was going to kill me.  Finally without warning the door swung open and I escaped.

I was beginning to see figures and hear them.  One day at dusk, I was on the back deck and heard sound of scream.  I wasn't sure if was animal or human and as I turned, I saw an Indian on horse slowly walking from behind the garage.  I was frozen and scared because the look on his face was one of angry.  All the sudden he charged and got me at the blink of an eye with his spear drawn.  I couldn't move and just closed my eyes.  I felt a coldness run through me and when I opened my eyes he was gone.  I made a bee line for the house.

Knives seem to be the weapons of choice for the entities.  We find them stuck in the ceiling, walls, and on the floor.  While cleaning the kitchen one night, a knife we used to cut up a watermelon flew off the counter and cut me across the arm.  For some reason, I wasn't as scared as I had been the past.  I was angry and I wanted to fight.  I felt it was a cowardly move and if they wanted to fight, they should fight me fairly.  That way I could see what I was fighting and could protect myself and my family.

One afternoon while I was in the back bedroom on a conference call, I heard someone in the kitchen.  I didn't think much of it as I just thought it was Chloe home for lunch.  I went into the kitchen but no one was there.  The silverware drawn was open so I closed it and went back to my call.   Soon I heard someone in the kitchen again.  I thought it was Chloe and went into the kitchen again but she wasn't there.  I checked outside and check if her car was there.  It wasn't.  The silverware drawn was open again so I closed it.  I went back to my call but this time with a very uneasy feeling.   I heard someone in the kitchen once again but stayed in the back bedroom.  I was finished with my call and went into the kitchen.  I noticed the silverware drawn was open.  This time I decided to video it, I'm not sure why but probably to provide some explanation for my fear and insanity .  The video below is the full version of what was The Dead Files.

I was very hesitate to give it to them to use as I knew it would bring criticism that it was staged and fake.  That was the last thing I wanted because we were already getting enough of that and it was wearing on us.  After a long discussion with the producers, I decided to let them use it.  They had their camera & video experts look at it, review it, and dissect it.   They came to the conclusion it was authentic and they said it was one the most amazing videos they had seen.  The drawers in our kitchen are old and they take a considerable about of effort to open them.  They just can't be opened with one finger.



Meanwhile, the storm of violence gains strength and begins to intensify.


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