Question From A Reader : "As an adult have you had any experiences at places other than your home...? "

We love getting questions about our experiences because it give us an opportunity to share everything we have been through.  Our goal continues to be to share what happened to us in hopes of giving others strength to face their own issues.  Answering questions is another way to do just that.   The next installment of Semana del los Muertos is coming soon!

Also, the poll is still going regarding doing a live Q & A session.  Please be sure to vote below.





Here's a question we got via Facebook from Jessica Clare


"As an adult have you had any experiences at places other than your home? And as a family do you experience/sense things the same ways?"

Yes we all experience things in other places. As a matter of fact, because of this, we are very careful where we go. We also avoid places (or are extremely careful around them) such as historical sites or places of historical significance, antique stores, second hand stores, museums,  and older houses, etc.  There are even places on our own ranch we avoid.   An example of experiences in other places was when I was at Sam's with Jennifer.  I was looking at something and all the sudden I saw a shadow walking behind me.  There was no one else on the aisle & no reason for there to be a shadow of any kind, not to mention a moving one. 

Each of us have experienced something away from our house; hearing voices, seeing things, and having spirits trying to communicate with us.  It's a very strange & uncomfortable feeling.  Now that we understand what our abilities are, as well as learning to control them somewhat, has caused us to be more open in our surroundings and environments.  Before we knew about our abilities, we would just sense being uncomfortable at a place but not know why.  Now we understand how to control our surroundings and protect ourselves.  

Each of us have a different set of abilities which means each of can experience something different at the same place.  Just to name a few of the things we can experience is that Emi will see people but not hear them, I will hear voices, Heidi can sense touching, and Jennifer will feel the suffering that they may have experienced while living.  All these abilities will intertwine with each other giving us what we call a "profile".  What that has taught us is to respect each others abilities as well as not to question when one of us says something isn't right. 

Learning and understanding our abilities are keys to controlling our current environment regardless of where we may be.  Protecting ourselves is also key.  All this is a continuing and ongoing effort for us.

If you have a question, we encourage you to ask.  Our goal in sharing our story continues to be to help those who are suffering and just need some courage to get the help they need.  No one should suffer in silence.

We've made it easier to submit questions too!  Just Fill out the "Contact Us" Form on upper right.

If your question is for one of us in particular, please say who it's directed to.   Also, we won't publish your name unless you specifically ask us to do so.

Question From A Reader: "how bad was the headache and nausea before this happened...?"

As you all have noticed, we finally got "Semana del los Muertos-trecera parte" finally posted.  We appreciated everyone's patience while we worked on it.  The good news is the next installment in Semana del los Muertos is done and just has to be formatted for as a blog entry.  So it will be posted in the next couple of days!

We've also gotten some request to do a live Q & A session.  So, I've decided you, the readers, to decide.  Just vote below.

Here's the question we got as well as the answer.

"how bad was the headache and nausea before this happened? Or did the possession happen while you were asleep/unguarded?"

The events of the Thursday before filming is a blur of memory loss.  Some of the things I remember, some I don't.

I remember getting Emi ready for school just as every other day, nothing special about it.  It was bright & sunny as well as somewhat cool for that time of year.  Just as Emi was finishing her breakfast, I started getting a headache.  I thought it was just a caffeine withdraw headache because I hadn't had any coffee yet.  However, the headache started get worse & worse and I felt somewhat dizzy.  I told Emi that I was going to lay down for bit.

The next thing I know I was standing in by the front door with Jennifer asking me if I was okay.  All the sudden a rushing headache was followed by vomiting uncontrollable.  I had no idea of how I got to the front door or anything that happened up to that point.  It was an awful feeling as well as a confusing one.  The headache faded just as quickly as it started and I felt normal but a little tired.

Every single event followed the same pattern; a developing headache progressively getting worse, a period of blackout, and then a rushing headache followed by vomiting.  

So, to answer the first question, the headaches started slowly and the after shock headaches were one of the worse I had ever felt.  Regarding the second question, I was awake and everything was normal until the headaches started.  Looking back at it, the headaches were the indicators that something was about to happen.  The confusion and disorientation that followed was also overwhelming because there's a period of time that I cannot remember or account for.  That's a terrible feeling.

I don't necessary feel that they were a possessions.  I feel as if they were more of a message being delivered.  As far as what those messages would be, I have not idea.

If you have a question, we encourage you to ask.  Our goal in sharing our story continues to be to help those who are suffering and just need some courage to get the help they need.  No one should suffer in silence.

We've made it easier to submit questions too!  Just Fill out the "Contact Us" Form on upper right.

If your question is for one of us in particular, please say who it's directed to.   Also, we won't publish your name unless you specifically ask us to do so.

Semana de los Muertos - trecera parte

The Thursday before the filming of our Dead Files episode was a day of reckoning for our family.  It was a day of horrifying events that would not be soon forgotten.  

A typical school day began as usual, Lance waking up the children for school.  This day poor Heidi was sick in bed and was lucky enough to sleep through some of the horror that was about to hit.

  

As we got up to get our day started everything seemed in order.  I got up and began cleaning up the dog area where we have all our puppies and adult dogs sleeping during the night.  Nothing abnormal, just the usual.  Letting the dogs out to go potty, then moving on to cleanup of the puppy pads and puppy mess that happens with a bunch of young puppies.  Lance was with Emi in the open bedroom getting her ready for school when I heard Lance crying and very panicked.  Emi called from the room not knowing what to do nor what was wrong with her Daddy.  

Very worried and confused I ran to see what was the matter.  I found my husband breaking down in tears and pacing the room panicked.  I asked him “Lance are you ok? What’s wrong?”  He looked at me very upset with a horrified look on his face and responded, “I DON’T KNOW!!!……. I DON’T KNOW!!!” all the while continually pacing and frantically crying and extremely panicked.  As I went to him to calm him down we met at the front door.  He looked straight into my eyes completely distraught and then grabbed my robe collar.  The next words out of his mouth were very confusing and alarming to me.  “I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!  I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!” he exclaimed loudly.  His breath was heavy and panicked as he spoke and it didn’t make any sense to me.  First of all, he’s told me many, many times he never wanted to move back to Texas.  He was extremely happy in our current home here in Kearney, MO.  Needless to say, my mind and my heart were extremely concerned and ached for him.  Not to mention how confused I was with these words of "Going Home", as we were already in fact, Home.  He gripped my collar very firmly forcefully pulling me toward him as he exclaimed his words completely panicked and very scared.  Again this was extremely alarming and, truthfully, I was a little scared.  My first thought was “Oh my God my husband is having a mental breakdown” along with the extreme confusion of his request and the fact he was horribly distraught as well as crying actual tears with an extreme look of horror all over his face.  I have never in our 25 years of marriage ever seen my husband remotely be afraid of anything…well except for snakes of course.  The only thing I knew to do was speak gently to him while comforting him with hugs, reassuring him that everything was going to be OK and that I was there for him.  Now as I seemed to have him calmed down just a smidge, I was able to return to Emi so she could make it to school on time, ready for the day.  Lance appeared to break out of his episode and tell me he was okay all the while coughing uncontrollably.  

I returned to the mudroom to finish doggy cleanup when I heard the storm door slam.  “Emi…is everything ok?”  her reply, “Dad is in the front yard sitting on the ground.”  “What?” I replied.  This of course was in no way normal behavior.  I immediately went outside to the front yard and found my husband sitting cross-legged on the ground (Indian style).  Alarmed again, I walked up to him carefully this time because he was rocking back and forth.  Again, I was horribly worried and afraid to say the least.  As I got closer to him I noticed he was singing.  Lance doesn’t sing, nor is he even able to sit in this particular position.  Lance has RA and can barely squat or bend at any time without extreme pain in every joint of his body.  

My thoughts “what on earth is he doing?” wait…. it gets weirder.  As I come around to the front of him his eyes are closed, he is still rocking back and forth, sitting Indian style, wrist facing upward arms resting lightly on top of his knees.  But wait there’s more weirdness!!!!  Lance is singing/chanting in a language I have only heard in movies with Native Americans doing this.  I know, you’re thinking “what on earth?”” you have got to be kidding me?”  Absolutely NOT!!!  This was real and was happening right in my front yard first thing in the morning before 8 AM.  And….just in time for the school bus to arrive!!!  OH MY GOD!!!  I didn’t know what to think much less what to do?  

While Lance continued what seemed to be an Native American ritual I cautiously called to Emi to go get my cell phone.  Why?  Because we were told to record any new occurrences that happened prior to our Dead Files investigation.  I also knew you should not disturb/wake up a person who is sleepwalking.  Not that that’s what Lance was doing but it was close enough for me.  I was frightened, Emi was frightened and Heidi, thankfully, was asleep in bed.  Okay now Emi comes back because she can’t find my phone, she looks again but it’s dead of course.  Just my luck!  I tell Emi, “Okay go wake up Heidi and get her phone and HURRY!!!”  While I wait I just try to remain calm and study the situation.  I see my husband doing things that are impossible for him to do, I also just by chance happen to notice that he is sitting in a sun spot on the ground that just happened to shine in the middle of four of our trees directly in front of our home center of the house.  No other light was around Lance except for a circle that all came through the four trees and made a patch of Sunlight on the ground where he sat chanting in Native American language a tune of some sort while rocking back and forth in Indian style.  

So now the school bus drives by and I’m completely embarrassed standing in my robe in the yard watching this scene unfold.  Emi returns, Heidi’s alarmed looking out the front door at her dad and asks me “what do you want me to do?”  I have Emi run over to Lance and I try to start the video when I notice Lance now has his eyes open and has a look of horror on his face asking me “What’s going on?  Why am I sitting on the ground?  How did I get here?”  I tell him it’s okay and he begins to panic and cry while I struggle to help him off the ground.   He finally seemed to come out of it and once he’s up, we start to walk to the door when he stops short and bends over and begins to cough and vomit in the front yard. 

My husband had returned, but not for long.

Question From A Reader : "How do you do it ? Is there any chance it can be totally gotten rid of?"

We are continuing our story with blog entry Semana del los Muertos - trecera parte  (Week of the Dead -part three).   This entry is going to be a collaboration from four of us (myself, Jennifer, Heidi, & Emi) so it's taking some of us longer to write our part.   It's a work in progress so thank you all for your patience.  We hope to have it done & posted by midweek.

In the meantime, here's a question we got via Twitter. "How do you do it ? Is there any chance it can be totally gotten rid of?"  It was in response to what we did after the show in order to reclaim our lives.

We were overwhelmed after the Reveal.  It was an emotionally painful & draining experience for us.  Viewers only see about 10 minutes of the reveal however the reveal can last for hours.  To be specific, ours lasted over 4 hours.  It was so hard on Jennifer and it still breaks my heart when I think about it.  We were given a lot of information about everything that was going on & what we needed to do to get rid of the spirits trying to destroy us.

Amy gave us specific instructions of what needed to be done and it was a daunting list.  Without going into too much detail about her list because I want to save for a future blog post, it involved a total change in our lives and how we lived.  It took patience, trust, and strength. 

One of the first things that Amy told us is that there is a sea of dead people walking back and forth in front of house.  She described it as path they are following; as if they are traveling somewhere.  She told us that all of us were sensitives and because of this those following the path would pick up on this.  Some of them are good, some are not.  It's hard for us to tell who is who so we treat all as bad until they prove otherwise.  We will never totally get rid of spirits because of our abilities. 

The good news is that we understand who we are now and we are continuing to learn how to control our environment as well as how to protect ourselves.   It is an continuing and ongoing duty that all of us share and we have learned to trust each others abilities.  We never question or dismiss what one of us feels or senses.  We act immediately to protect our environment & ourselves.  We are also extremely careful of who we invite into our home.

We cleanse & bless our house as needed but we do it every month regardless of what is happening.  We burn frankincense and myrrh almost daily.  We wear protection stones & other things.  We practice positive thoughts & relaxation exercises.  Educating ourselves has been the key to reclaiming our lives and it's a continuing and ongoing process.  We are still healing and that is taking time.  A lot of people think that once you get rid of what is haunting you life goes back to normal but it doesn't.  The aftermath and the emotional damage takes time to heal.   Everyday gets better and every day gets us closer to the family we once were.

We will be forever grateful to Amy, Steve, and The Dead Files for helping us.

If you have a question, we encourage you to ask.  Our goal in sharing our story continues to be to help those who are suffering and just need some courage to get the help they need.  No one should suffer in silence.

We've made it easier to submit questions too!  Just Fill out the "Contact Us" Form on upper right.

If your question is for one of us in particular, please say who it's directed to.   Also, we won't publish your name unless you specifically ask us to do so.

Question From A Reader: "Why did you choose to submit your story to The Dead Files...?"

We are working on blog entry Semana del los Muertos - trecera parte  (Week of the Dead -part three).  The week before filming was terrible for us from an activity standpoint. So many things happened during that week that it would be a huge blog entry if we did it as a single post.  I've always wanted the blog entries to be quick reads so I felt the best way to share this part of our story was to break it up into 4 to 5 entries.  Thanks for your patience as we are working on it as quickly as possible.

In the meantime, here's a question we got.

"Hi from Australia!  We watched you on The Dead Files and love reading your blog. We were curious why you choose to submit your story to The Dead Files over other shows?  And would you consider being on another show as there is so much more to be told?"

Thanks for reading our blog!  Our continued goal is to share our story openly so I really appreciate you reading the blog.

If you've followed our blog, you know that watching  paranormal shows in hopes of finding a solution to our problems was one of the things we did.   We started watching Ghost Adventures and bits & pieces of the show kind of helped us.  However,  the show was more about capturing evidence then it was about finding out the Who/What/Why, as well as how to deal with it.  Ghost Adventures also turned into more a theatrical performance.  It stated leaving us with more questions than answers.   The Dead Files came on right after Ghost Adventures and Jennifer started watching it first.  I joined her in watching it about a month later.  We liked the show because it taught us a lot and gave us hope that our problems could be solved.   It somewhat answered the Who/What/Why questions we had too.  We liked how it wasn't about getting evidence, it was about finding out what was there and how to deal with it.  Jennifer & I felt the show was about educating & helping people.  It also felt more legitimate than all the other shows.  In a nutshell, that's why we turned to them.

Our first experience with The Dead Files wasn't really an experience with The Dead Files.   Sadly we were victims of a paranormal team that misrepresented themselves as working for the producers of the show.  (Click Here To Read About That)

We finally got through to the right people at Painless Productions and thankfully they chose to accept our case.  We can't thank them enough for all the help they gave us.  We have never regretted our decision to be on the show.  As a matter of fact, we feel they saved us.  If you need help, we strongly recommend The Dead Files.  You can submit your case to Help Me Dead Files for review.

As far as being on another show, we really haven't thought about it.  I guess we would consider it as long as it allows us to share our story in a way that would help others who are dealing with similar experiences.   So, who knows, maybe someday in the future you'll see more of us & our story on television.

If you have a question, we encourage you to ask.  Our goal in sharing our story continues to be to help those who are suffering and just need some courage to get the help they need.  No one should suffer in silence.

We've made it easier to submit questions too!  Just Fill out the "Contact Us" Form on upper right.

If your question is for one of us in particular, please say who it's directed to.   Also, we won't publish your name unless you specifically ask us to do so.

Semana de los Muertos - la segunda parte

It's Mid-May 2016 and filming was scheduled to begin within a week.  We were nowhere close to ready for that to happen.   The house was a disaster and we were exhausted, stressed, and running out of time. The constant attacks from whatever was here had caused our house to have fallen in disarray.  It's tough to do even the basic things when you're in pain, sick, scared and just exhausted on a daily basis.   I wasn't feeling well at all.  My head was spinning and pounding almost on a daily basis.  I was having trouble concentrating, sleeping, and my joints were beginning to lock up from pain.

I was having a very difficult time tuning out the voices.  They were speaking to me nearly non-stop; talking over each other but not at each other.  It was like they were just talking to hear themselves talk.  No matter how hard I tried I could not always disconnect myself from them.

New voices were starting to arrive on a daily basis.  Some speaking languages I didn't know as well as in accents which made it very difficult for me to understand them.  One of the voices really stuck out to me even though it wasn't English I felt connected to it.  I couldn't understand it but it felt comforting and soothing; like it was teaching me something.  The language seemed Native American and even though I had no formal education on the ins and outs of it, I felt in someway I understood it.

Over the next few days, the Native American voice started to drown out the others.  It didn't completely silence them but it certainly did soften them a bit.  At night I could hear a soft low chant as I laid in bed.  It was calming, like a lullaby.  The chant soothed my nerves and allowed me to drift off to sleep.   The chant became a nightly thing.  I was starting to learn it and found myself humming it as I laid in bed.   For the first time, I started to feel somewhat decent and, on a small scale, I was starting to be productive again.

While I contended with the voices, the activity inside and outside of the house continued.  The screams of the crazy woman had turned into a panicking scream of desperation.  It was like she knew that she was failing at stopping Amy Allan from coming.   The spoon was starting to disappear and reappear with a vengeance and figures started to appear.

One night as I was taking out the trash, I stepped outside and noticed something out of the corner of my eye.  As I looked up, I saw him.  A young man, maybe a teenager, wearing a Civil War era uniform.  He was walking slowly from the fence line to the backside of the garage.  I froze, I couldn't move.  I just looked at him as he slowly walked.  His head was hanging down and he was dragging a rifle by the barrel.  I just watched and didn't speak.  He looked up at me and the look on his face was one of overwhelming sorrow and pain.  I was overcome with sadness.  He walked behind the garage and I went around to see if I could still see him but he was gone.  I have never felt so much sorrow and pain in my life.  He was so young and yet his life must had been so hard and tragic.   A life filled with horror, pain, and death.  It was like I could feel all his emotions overtaking me all at once.  His sorrow and pain were more than I could handle.  I became emotional and broke down.

I went inside and told Jennifer about what I had seen as tears filled my eyes.  It was heartbreaking and really took an emotional toll on me.  Of all the things I had seen up to this point, this was the one that shook me up the most.  It wasn't that it scared me, it was that it was such an emotional experience.

I could feel others too.  More had come and I could sense them walking around the property.  I just couldn't see them.  It was like they were lining up to get their shot at us.  The worse of the week was to come.

Question From A Reader "what were your experiences as a young kid...?"

I am continuing to work on blog entry Semana del los Muertos - la segunda parte  (Week of the Dead -part two).  This entry is requiring some collaboration from each family member as everyone saw and experienced something different.  I appreciate everyone's patience.  I hope to have it done by the end of the week.

In the mean time I got the question below and thought I would do a quick answer entry.

"what were your experiences as a young kid with seeing, hearing or feeling entities, voices etc. how did you deal with it?"

I recall 3 particular events (experiences) when I was younger that, looking back at them, make a lot of sense now.

The first was when I very young (5 or 6).  My parents were having friends over one night and were playing cards in the kitchen.  I could hear all of them talking.  I don't recall where my room was in relation to the kitchen but I think it was on the opposite side of the house.  My mother had put me to bed earlier but I couldn't fall asleep.  So, like any normal youngest, I started calling out for my parents.  They couldn't hear me over their talking and the music, so I stood on my bed and started yelling for them.  They still didn't hear me.  After one loud yell I heard a voice in the corner of my room.  "Shut up and lay down!"  It was a male voice and one I had never heard before.  No one had come into my room and I couldn't see into the corner as it was dark.  I could still hear everyone talking in the kitchen.  I was terrified.  I laid down and didn't move.  I never told parents what had happened.   One thing to keep in mind is that this was way before any kind of  baby monitoring system plus, I could tell it was not a transmitted voice.   To this day, I still remember it like is was yesterday.

The second time was when we lived in a house in the Houston area.  I think I was in 4th grade and I had been having problems sleeping.   One night I got out of bed and looked out the window.  My bedroom faced the front yard and had a full view of it.  As I was looking out the window I notice a red glowing light moving in our yard.  It would move from one end to the other.  It would stop at the street and then move back toward the house.  I watched it for what seemed like 10 minutes.  Finally it stopped in the middle of the yard and just hoovered there.   All the sudden it rushed toward my window.  I stumbled backwards and fell into my bed.  I worked up the courage to look to see if it was still there but it was gone.  The next morning I told my dad about it.  He said it was a bug or something.  I told him no way, it was the size of a baseball and was red.  He told me stop making stuff up and to stop lying to him.

The final instant happened when I was in 5th or 6th grade.  We had just moved into our house in Austin and we had a huge backyard that bordered undeveloped wooden land.   I was in the backyard playing and my dog started barking at the fence line.  I went over and saw a little girl walking through the woods.  She looked about my age and was wearing a white cotton dress.   She started walking a circle around a tree and yelled "Hello".  She turned, looked at me and smiled but didn't stop walking.  I yelled out to her again and she stopped, then turned and glared at me.  Her eyes were black and I was overcome with fear.  I ran inside the house and told my mother.  Naturally she didn't believe and told me I was just imagining things.

As I have said many times, I was raised very conservatively.  I remember my dad telling me that no one would like me or other kids would make fun of me if I told them these things,  So since my parents didn't believe me what could I do?   I did the only thing I could and suppressed all these past experiences.  I closed up and blocked things.  I guess over the years I got so good at it that I could dismiss things without even realizing I was doing so.   One of the most important things that I've learned through our experiences is to listen to my children when they speak of their experiences.  Don't dismiss them and always be supportive and caring


 I hope that everyone likes the Q&A part of the blog.  If you have a question, we encourage you to ask.  Our goal in sharing our story continues to be to help those who are suffering and just need some courage to get the help they need.  No one should suffer in silence.

We've made it easier to submit questions too!  Just Fill out the "Contact Us" Form on upper right.

If your question is for one of us in particular, please say who it's directed to.   Also, we won't publish your name unless you specifically ask us to do so.

Question From A Reader "When Did You Start Believing Something was happening?"

As we continue to get questions regarding our experiences,  we've decided we're going to answer some of them as a blog entry.  Our thoughts are that if the answer requires more than a couple of quick sentences then we should share it here.

Don't worry...we will continue to tell our story and Semana del los Muertos - la segunda parte will be finished soon.

I got this question recently. "Early on, you talked about not accepting things were happening.  When did you start believing that something was happening?"

It's true that when we first moved here, I didn't accept the fact that things were happening as well as how they were effecting us.  I was raised very conservatively with, what I like to call, "single mindset thinking."  I always tried to find logically explanation for everything that occurred and I repressed my experiences from my childhood that could have help me realized what was happening.  So it took something that obviously couldn't be explained logically and the experience would have to involve me.

My belief started with the scream.  I was home alone and working in the basement.  It was winter and was cold & dark.  Some odd things started to happen while I was down there. I dismissed them until the crazy women scream so loudly it hurt my ears.  It scared me to death and I got out of the basement as fast as I could.  I was so terrified that I waited outside in the cold until Jennifer and the girls got home.

At that point I couldn't deny that something was indeed here.  That's when I began to believe.  I unintentionally opened myself up after that experience too and I didn't even realize that I was doing so.
"Can You Hear Me Now!"
I wrote about this experience in more detail in blog entry "Can You Hear Me Now!"  Just click on the text to read it.

I hope that everyone likes the Q&A part of the blog.  If you have a question, we encourage you to ask.  Our goal in sharing our story continues to be to help those who are suffering and just need some courage to get the help they need.  No one should suffer in silence.

We've made it easier to submit questions too!  Just Fill out the "Contact Us" Form on upper right.

If your question is for one of us in particular, please say who it's directed to.   Also, we won't publish your name unless you specifically ask us to do so.

Semana de los Muertos - Primera parte

A few members of the crew had been out to the house taking still shots and scouting places to set up.  Our producer had been in contact with us nearly every day checking on us.  So far our experience with The Dead Files had been great and a source of relief.  We weren't well but we were getting better.

However with all the good that seemed to be surrounding us, there was bad too.  At times the house felt heavy along with a feeling of anxiety that was overwhelming at times.  Those feelings manifested themselves into activity.  Doors would slam, silverware would crash onto the floor, we would hear heavy footsteps, light bulbs burned out despite being recently changed, and the scream...the scream became louder, stronger, and more terrifying.

The voices in my head were overwhelming.  They talked over each other and I couldn't make out what any of them were saying.  I wasn't sleeping well and felt nauseated every day.  It seemed like I had a never ending pounding headache that wouldn't responded to anything I took.  My joints were hurting so badly that every move I made felt like a new experience in pain.  Despite it being late May, I was cold most of the time.  I was falling apart piece by piece.

As I laying in bed one night in excruciating pain, I could hear the crazy woman whisper.  I couldn't make out what she was saying as it was a soft whisper.  The pain was overtaking me and I  prayed for relief.  Sadly the only way I thought to get relief was to have God take me.   I heard her whisper "finally" in my ear but then I heard someone else say, "keep fighting."  I'm not sure if that was just my inner voice or if someone was there taking care of me.  I finally drifted off to sleep.

My peaceful sleep didn't last long.  Out of nowhere I was awakened by a burning pressure on my chest. It felt the same as the when the medium from that paranormal group had her hand on me.  My initial thought was heartburn from something I had eaten however when I tried to get up I couldn't.  Something was holding me down and I felt the pressure increase on my chest every time I tried to move.  I tried to talk but couldn't and my breathing began to become painful.  Out of nowhere, I was slapped across my face.  After that, the pressure on my chest went away and I was able to get up.  I made my way to the bathroom and I notice my face was red where I had felt the slap.

We could just feel things getting worse and the house was heavier than it ever had been.  No one was sleeping and we were at the point of physical exhaustion.  There was also a lot of tension between all of us.  We were arguing and fighting between ourselves over the smallest things, things that never bothered us before or were trivial.

We were working as quickly as we could to get ready for the filming.  Working around our exhaustion was hard enough but trying to work around the activity made it even harder.  Things would disappear and then reappear.  They would return in a form of some kind of cryptic message; clothing folded in the form of an upside down cross, silverware pointing in certain directions, and drinking glasses turned upside down.  The smell of cigarette and pipe smoke was nearly constant smell throughout the house.

I knew things were getting worse, I could feel it.  I tried to remain strong but it was taking a very hard toll on me.  The voices were overwhelming and I couldn't keep them straight.  One afternoon, I heard one voice come through louder and clearer than the others.  It repeated over and over again.  It sounded like Spanish.  I grabbed a piece of paper and did my best to write down what was being said.  I got enough of the message before it faded away.

'No son los demonious parecen, solo una linea de almas perdidas, algunos fieles algunos no mas estan llegando'  (Click on text to see translation)

The translation was rough but I got the message...the week ahead was going to be a long one.

Question From A Reader "What was the most difficult thing about your experiences?"

I get a lot of direct messages asking questions about what happened and how we dealt with everything.  I do my best to answer them all and have been very open in answering them.  I got the question below a few days ago.  It caused me to pause and really think.

"What was the most difficult thing about your experiences?"

I've labeled our experiences in stages.

Stage One-The Denial
Stage Two-The Haunting itself
Stage Three-The Identification and Actions To be Taken
Stage Four-The Recovery from the Emotional and Mental Toll
Stage Five- Empowerment

We are currently in Stage Four, recovery from the emotional and mental toll it took on all of us.  That is the most difficult thing about our experiences.

Noticed that I used "is".  That's because our wounds are still heeling.   The emotional & mental toll has been difficult to overcome.  Moving forward means one step forward and two steps back sometimes.  A lot of people think that once you rid your home or get control of the source of the attacking or haunting, life goes back to normal.   It doesn't.  We were a long way from normal and we still have a ways to go.

After our experiences, we became hypersensitive to things.  Thoughts would race through our minds, "was that something we should worry about?" "Is someone here that we can't identify?"  "What is that sound?"  "Is she back?".

We still are somewhat withdrawn as a family.  We don't do much outside our home and confine ourselves only to places we feel comfortable.  Recovery is a long road of looking over your shoulder to see if there is anything behind you.  It's not sleeping or waking up for no reason.  It's putting your faith in objects and practices in hopes that they speed your recovery.  It's talking to each other and supporting one another.

It's being strong for each other.

Gaining control of lives is a hard battle in over a 9 year war for us.  It's accepting who we are & our abilities.  Understanding how to control our environment in order to speed the healing process.

Educating ourselves is the key to recovering from the emotional & mental damage.  We're not there yet but we are getting closer.

If you have a question, we encourage you to ask.  Our goal in sharing our story continues to be to help those who are suffering and just need some courage to get the help they need.  No one should suffer in silence.

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The Deranged, The Bad, & The Good

Filming was scheduled to begin on May 24, 2016 and activity had picked up at a feverish pace.  The crazy lady had somehow opened some kind of pathway right to our house.  Spirits seemed to be everywhere and most of them weren't very nice.   It was like we were trapped in the eye of a hurricane, just waiting for the worse part of the storm to hit.

THE DERANGED

"I will never leave unless you leave with me!"

This was just one of the many things the crazy woman would say to me.  She was talking non-stop now and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't tune her out.  It was stressful because she would talk anytime I was at the house.  "Do you feel as if you are all balled up?  I am getting through to you now." she said to me as I drifted off to sleep one night.  That night I had dreams that she was there, walking around me. In the dream she was talking but I couldn't hear her.  She was blurry and transparent but I could see enough of her to know that she was lecturing me.   I was awakened by her loud blood curtailing scream.  I didn't sleep the rest of the night.  She knew Amy was coming too, "I feel as if someone is coming to bump me." she said to me one day.  "Surely, you would not let that happen to me, would you baby?"  I finally broke and said out loud, "If that's what it takes then yes!"  Just then there was a loud scream followed by a whisper in my ear, "If she comes, I will bump the ones you love."


THE BAD

"I have killed before, it is my nature and I do not take much mind to it."

I heard this as I was in the barn getting it ready for the film crew.  It was a male voice that sounded gravely and in an as matter of fact tone.  I had never heard this one, it was something new.  I looked around the barn just to make sure no one was there.  It was unnerving and I could feel a sudden wave of anxiety rush over me.   I was determined to stand my ground and to finish what I was doing.  As I was closing one of the horse stalls I heard,  "Here, let me help you!" and the stall gate slammed shut nearly catching my hand in the process.  If you know anything about horse stalls, you know that those sliding gate doors are extremely heavy and made out of reinforced steel.  I was lucky as it could have seriously hurt my hand.   I stood there dazed for a second not knowing what to do.  Then I heard a laugh behind me just as I turned someone yell, "BOO!" I was done...I hauled ass out of there and didn't talk to anyone about what happened.


THE GOOD

"Sometimes the good ones will follow the bad ones through the door."

One morning while I was getting the girls ready for school.  I heard a man say that to me.  His voice was calm and soothing.  He spoke with an air of confidence in a relaxed tone.  It immediately made me feel safe.  A few minutes later, Emi asked Jennifer who was that man that walked by.  Jennifer said it was probably Dad but she said no, he was wearing a flannel shirt and was short.  I walked back in and Jennifer asked me if I walked through the kitchen.  She said Emi just saw a man walk through.  I thought to myself this must had been the man I just heard.  I asked Emi if she was scared of him and she said no because he was seemed nice.  A few moments later, I heard "I am nice and I do not particularly care for those other folks here so I will try to keep them busy."

Even though some good was there, it wasn't enough to stop what was about to happen.

A line in the sand.

Looking back at May 2016 it's was a blur.  We could feel the heaviness in the house getting thicker with each passing day.   Before any of the crew arrived, we had a call with Steve DiSchiavi.  One of things he asked was if the activity had increased.   We told him yes, it had and it seemed to be getting stronger.  I still remember his response, "Yea, it's like they know we're coming."  The truth of that statement just caused my mind to race.  I thought to myself, "if they know they're coming, how to I protect my family until Steve & Amy get here?"

Protecting my family was my top concern at that point.  It's very frustrating when you feel helpless and unable to protect the ones you cherish the most.   However my thought process then changed.  I was more angry than scared, I was move combative and stood my ground, I only responded when I felt the activity warranted a response.  However, changing to this method came at a price.

Making myself the center of the attacks in order to protect everyone meant I had to open myself up.  Suddenly I remembered things from my childhood as well as things from when I was a young adult.  Opening up those memories opened up my senses.  I knew the crazy woman had opened up a door to bring in reinforcements, she needed help to stop Amy from coming.   I also knew at some point she would figure out a way to allow them to come inside.  I wanted to stay on the offensive so I proactively granted them access.  My thought was that I would have more control over them if I did that.   I was the only thing standing between them and my family.  I was literally the first, last, and only line of defense.

My head was spinning and I had a very difficult time controlling the voices.  They would yell and scream; talking over each other.  It was exhausting as well as terrifying.   The voices started to manifest themselves into shadow figures.   If I went outside, they would rush me causing me to step backwards and lose my balance.   One time as I was about to walk through the doorway to the barn, I was pushed to the ground from behind.  The barn door slammed behind me as laid there.  I gathered myself and angrily yelled, "Is that all you can do?  That's it?  You're a coward!  Let's make this a fair fight!"   My response suddenly cleared the air as I felt an feeling of calmness.  I finally scared them.

In the back of my mind I knew that I had only pushed them back temporarily.  The crazy woman was talking to me constantly now;  I couldn't tune her out.  I was getting headaches and I wasn't sleeping well.  I would hear her whisper, "You are almost mine."  When I would ignore her she would scream at the top of lungs for all to hear.

One afternoon while a young family was picking up their new puppy, she made her presence known.  She kept asking who are these people were but I didn't answer.  She grew angry and frustrated and finally screamed.  Thankfully the parents didn't hear it but their children did.  "What was that!?!" one said.  "Nothing", I replied.  "Just the TV in the back of the house."  Luckily, they were young enough to believe that's what happened.

Now that the pathway was opened, others started to arrive.  Some benign, some curious, some angry, and some hell bent on causing terror & chaos.  We started hearing children laughing at various times of the day.  We heard the laughter of one child and thought it was Emi coming home from school.  When we noticed the time, it was too early for her to be home and when we looked in the mud room no one was there.  In my mind hearing the laughter of children was a good sign.  I knew if children were there then they would alert me to anything threatening or bad. 

The crazy lady decided that screaming repeatedly was her best way to not only scare us, but others as well.  One late afternoon she become frustrated with some customers who were picking up a puppy.  She felt threatened by them and wanted them to leave.  She kept asking me, "Tell them to leave, tell them to get out!"  I ignored her just as I had done in the past.  So she decided to take matters into own hands and screamed loudly about 10 times!  Everyone heard it...everyone.  I could see the fear on the people's face and they quickly decided it was time to go.  After they had left, I sat at our dining room table eating.  The crazy woman whispered in my ear, "I control this now."  I whispered back, "no you don't & you never will."   As soon as I finished saying that, I was slapped in the face.  Jennifer turned and looked at me and she knew exactly what happened.  My face was red with a hand print.

I had drawn a line in the sand and she crossed it.  She had moved to another level.

Picking Up The Pace...On Both Sides.

Late April 2016 found us excited, nervous, and anxious.  It also found us scared because it became very obvious that the activity in our house was increasing and whatever was torturing us had figured out exactly what was happening and who was coming.  Filming was scheduled to start on May 25, 2016 and we weren't even close to ready.

The crazy woman seemed to be getting more and more unstable.  She was frantic, angry, and demanding.   I couldn't keep her or her voice at bay any longer.  One night while I was sound asleep, I woke up to a breathing on my neck.  It was cold, like someone was holding a block of ice over me.  It was so cold that it burned.  When I opened my eyes I saw what looked like a shadow but my eyes hadn't focused enough yet so I couldn't tell exactly what it was.  All the sudden a woman's voice yelled so loud it echoed in my head.  "STOP THEM!"

I jumped out bed terrified and looked back to find Jennifer sleeping peacefully.  I thought maybe it was just a bad dream but I then felt a cold wave push through me and I became freezing cold.  I was so cold that I was shivering uncontrollably and I started to feel sick.  My nausea came on quickly and I made it to the bathroom just before I started to vomit.  As I was cleaning myself up, I noticed my fingertips were blue and I had a mark on my neck where I felt the cold breathing.  What I thought was just a dream actually did happen.  Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep the rest of the night.

The spoon had started traveling quite a bit now.  It would be gone for days and it would come back a little more violently.  It would slam down on the floor, hit a wall, or come back bent and mangled.  One time it came back wrapped around one of our own spoons.  We would never question the spoon's actions but the fact that it was wrapped around the other spoon had us nervous.  We placed it back on the counter and about an hour later it was gone again however our other spoon was still there.  It apparently unwrapped itself and disappeared.  This replaced our nervousness with fear.  I was starting to also feel Charley Reynolds again.

Female footsteps were now following the screams of the crazy woman.  Even though she was the most active, others were starting to make their presents known.  One morning while Emi was getting ready for school, she came into the kitchen telling us she saw a little girl in the hallway.  She said she was dressed in an "old timey" dress and her hair was messed up.  She looked sad like she was lost.  Emi said she tried to talk to her but she just disappeared.  Emi seemed more confused than scared.  I think it's because children sometimes see things differently than adults.

I could hear more voices than ever before and none of them were friendly at all.  Blocking out the voice of the crazy woman was now getting harder and the other voices, although faint, were nearly impossible to silence at times.  I could make out names sometimes-Johnny, David, & Jim.  They were angry, talked of violence, injustice, and tragedy.  However, sometimes they spoke of remorse but they never spoke of why they were remorseful.

Shadows and voice are now a part of our everyday life.  Each one of us see something different and it makes it hard to piece the events together because nothing is making sense to us.  We are walking around in a daze while trying to get ready for filming.   Painless Productions were moving fast and furious on the production schedule, however they were always respectful of our situation and what we were going through.  It felt like daily questions, updates, calls, and emails were coming at us everyday.  Trying to do both was turning us inside and out. 

It felt like the crazy woman opened a door to another realm.  It was reinforcements to help her in her twisted mission to keep Amy, Steve, and The Dead Files from helping us.

Holding on until the help arrived.

The news that The Dead Files was coming to our rescue had really lifted our spirits.  Our mood finally swung to one of hope.  For the first time is a very long time, we felt we were on the offensive.

When talked to The Dead Files in the Fall of 2015, it triggered some negative experiences.  It was like we were punished for contacting the show. (see Nice Trick, Now for Your Punishment).  This time around, Jennifer & I decided to take precautions.   We would try our best not to talk about the show or the fact that Amy & Steve were coming.  Granted, this was an extremely difficult task as we would get calls and emails from the show's producers.  However, thankfully it seemed to be working.  We could actually feel an air of confusion, not from us, but from the entities in the house.  We had a secret and the spirits couldn't figure out what it was.

Our assigned producer, Jeremy, from Painless Productions called to introduce himself.  Nothing earth shattering just a nice introduction and to schedule a time for all of us to talk.  During the next call, all of us shared our experiences and what had happened in the house.   He didn't want us to get into too much detail or for us to speculate what we thought was causing the experiences.  He just wanted a "guide" or "path" on where to start.  The call was really more about us and getting to know us as a family.

Jeremy told us that he would be flying in a couple of days prior to the production crew arriving.  He would be coming to the house taking pictures and getting an idea of the layout of house and land.  We also reviewed the production schedule which was daunting.  Filming was scheduled to begin in late May 2016.  There were a couple of days/night that we could not be at the house.  To further complicate things for us, we had to move ALL the animals off the property.  Amy is a huge animal lover and they were afraid that if the animals were there it would distract her during her walk and thus she wouldn't get a good reading.

Nothing makes you panic more than having your home about to be shown on national TV.  Our house had fallen into an unkempt disaster.  Our hearts, energy, and health weren't strong enough to keep our home up to the standards we were accustomed to in the past.  However, the thought of being on the show and finally getting help inspired us to at least get to the point of making things look better.

Jeremy's visit was somewhat overwhelming & emotional because for the first time someone really wanted to learn about our struggles and was willing to help.  So we poured out our hearts to him.  We told him everything but were able to keep things suppressed at his request.  The two younger girls, Heidi & Emi, were excited to share things with him.  Chloe was somewhat reluctant.  She was still in denial of some of the things and was upset that the experiences were taking away from her Senior year of high school.   She did speak with Jeremy but at her request did so privately.  Londyn, our oldest daughter, was still attending school in Nashville and would not be able to come home for the filming.  She was willing to do Skype but she wanted to do it anonymously.  The show's executive producers said no to that so that's the reason Londyn was not in the episode.

While Jeremy was talking to Emi in the the doorway of her bed something happened.   The crazy woman figured it all out and let a very loud and very angry scream.  It wasn't as much of scream as it was a yell.  Like a parent yelling at a child who was in trouble.

The look on Jeremy's face was shocking.  I said to him, "Surely something like this has happened before."

"No...no, this is the first time ever....that's a first", he said.

Our hopes of keeping this a secret from the entities that were torturing us had come unraveled.

The battle had begun and the spirits were turning the dial up to ten.  They wanted to stop Amy from coming and it came down to whoever was stronger...us or them.

The Cavalry is coming to the rescue!

It's late March 2016 now and our lives had not only become distant from the outside world but from each other as well.   We couldn't stop or control anything that was happening. It had finally started breaking our souls.  Living the way we were living was a tragedy in itself.

The constant screaming of the crazy woman, the man laughing and yelling anytime he wanted,  things breaking down for no reason, things disappearing or flying through the house, and the smell of tobacco smoke were now a part of horrifying daily life.  It seemed there was always something new to add to the list happenings.  One evening I came back into the house from taking the trash out and found one of our dogs on a shelf above the kitchen cabinets.  It was impossible for him to have done this on his own, something helped him.  He was terrified and it took awhile to calm him down.  He also developed a self-protecting trait as sometimes he would refuse to come back inside the house.  It wouldn't make a difference if it was freezing, snowing, or raining he didn't want to come inside. 

Everything about us now was broken.  We were past the point of asking anyone for help or telling anyone about what was happening.   Everyone had looked at our situation as a novelty or something fun.  To them it was like something that they would see on television but to us it wasn't a made for TV movie.  It was the reality of living in constant fear, exhaustion, and chaos. 

My phone rang late one afternoon but since I didn't recognize the number I didn't answer.   I pushed the call the voice mail and forgot about it.  Later that evening I checked the message and it was Desma from The Dead Files!  Her message said the show had been renewed and she wanted me to call her if we were still interested.   Thankfully she was still in the office when I called back.   Jennifer & I spoke to her on speaker phone.  She asked if we were still having issues.  We quickly replied "yes and it's gotten worse!" 

"Would you still consider being on the show?  We want to use your story as a season premier.", she said.

We didn't hesitate and said, "Yes we do!"

She seemed just as excited as we were as she went through a timeline & deadlines of the show's production.   At the very end she asked if we sure we wanted to do this.  "You're at the point of no return now, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?  Doing the show will make everything public and people may judge you, so are you ready for that?"

We told her that we are living in constant fear and lives are nothing but a shell of what it was before all this started happening.  We were at the point that we didn't care what anyone else thought because we knew if we didn't get help we were going to lose everything.   So, yes...we were ready to do it and to finally get some help that we felt we could trust.

She told us who our producer would be and that he would contact us within the next couple of days to schedule times to come to meet with us.

We finally felt a sense of relief that we hadn't felt in years.  We were going to get help...real help.  All the sudden our moods stated to change and the house was quiet for a few days. 

However, things were about to take a very scary turn.  It's always darkest before the dawn is just a saying but it was about to become our reality.

A Major Case of Phasmophobia

Feeling lost and alone in our situation is now the norm.   We had nowhere to turn or no one to turn too for help.  The religious community dismissed our claims as unfounded, paranormal community just made our situation worse,  help from unconventional sources proved futile, and we hadn't heard back from The Dead Files.   We were living in our own Hell and were prisoners in our own home.

So many things were happening to us that we began to suffer from paranoia and a severe case of Phasmophobia.   Everything that happened in our house at that point caused us to take a second look.  Somethings were easily explained but some things had no explanation at all and just caused the fear to grow.

One evening while I was in the bathroom changing a light bulb in a vanity light fixture, the burnt out bulb just shot of the socket.  It flew out the door and smashed into the wall in the hallway.  Even though I was terrified I tried my best not to show it, I just kept doing what I was doing.  The remaining bulbs started to come out of their sockets and flew out.  Jennifer heard the noise and came into the hallway as the last bulb crashed into the wall.  "What happened!?!", she asked.  "Ghost", I said as I walked out.  I was trying to be strong and not show fear but I broke down when I was alone.

The screams, the spoon, the health issues, the mental torture, the shadow figures, and apparitions were breaking us.   At the time, we thought it had to be the house.   We decided we should consider moving and started our search.  However, everything we find was out of our price range or wouldn't work for us.  It was like something was keeping us in our house; we were trapped.

We stopped watching most of the paranormal shows.  We felt that nothing could help at this point and anything we felt we could try would just make the situation worse.  No one was sleeping and the younger girls wouldn't go into their bedrooms.  Chloe slept over at friends most of the time and would come home sporadically.  Our health issue worsened and I started to hear the female voice again.  No matter what I tried to do to stop it, I couldn't.   She kept saying, "You can come to me, I can help you come to me."   I was beginning to break and thought if I would just give in to her all this would go away.  I felt that I was the reason for all our issues because I felt it was me she wanted.  If I gave up myself I could save my family.

She was breaking me.

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.

At the end of the rope with nowhere to fall

If you have been an reader of our blog, you realize that our slow demise mentally & physically is an ongoing up to this point.  Now it's beginning to hit a climatic breaking point.   Jennifer's health continued to deteriorate.   She experienced stomach issues and had to have her gallbladder removed   She's tired and beginning to show signs of depression.  The younger girls, Heidi & Emi, have illnesses on a daily basis.  Despite constantly going to the doctor they have no answers on why they are sick or what could be causing it.  They prescribe antibiotics & other medicines but those only seem to slow it down but not cure it.  Chloe has become distant and less involved with the family.   We are slowly being torn apart, one thread at a time.    Bad days far out number good days now.

Our only recourse now seems to be to try to distant ourselves from the activity.   We feel we have a good idea of the hot spots so we make them off limits.   The back bedroom is now vacant.   No one is allowed in the basement.  Jennifer sleeps with the girls in the living room.  I sleep with Maya in what is now an open bedroom.  Everyone knows where everyone else is at all times.  Finally, under no circumstances is anyone allowed to stay home alone.

The holidays arrive but it means nothing to us.  Everything seemed to pile on top of us pushing us down.  It was a feeling that someone was slowly eating away at us; keeping us under their control. Nothing brought us happiness regardless of what we tried.  Compounding our problem was a strain of Canine parvovirus that ran through our kennel.  It killed 16 puppies in less than 10 days.  The virus was planted in our home but a careless individual who dropped off her sick dog in our kennel area in the middle of the night without telling us.  This does nothing but adds to Jennifer depression and makes her more vulnerable to attacks.  I feel as if she is slowly drifting away.

We started asking for things to be returned if they've been taken.   Sometimes things come back and sometimes they don't.   Case in point, it was our anniversary and Jennifer had laid an envelope full of cash on the bar for us to use on our night out.   It was in plain site and I remember seeing it setting there.   As we about to walk out the door, she goes to get it and it's gone.  We searched everywhere but it's nowhere to be found.   Finally Jennifer says, "It's our anniversary, please give my money back so we can celebrate."  Within in minutes it appears back on the bar like it had never been touched.

Things continue to happen despite our efforts to contain it.   Doors open and close, we hear voices, things disappear, and the screaming man and woman seem to be screaming at each other now with us being caught in the middle.  The smell of pipe and cigarette smoke continues to fill our house.   It's difficult for us to decipher what's good versus what has harmful intentions so we treat everything as hostile.  We have stopped talking to others about our issues because we feel it's counterproductive and doesn't serve a purpose but to make us some sort of novelty; like a freak show at a carnival.   We've become withdrawn and only venture out out of necessity.  We too tired to fight at this point.  We're helpless, lost, and have no one & nowhere to turn.  We're at the end of our rope but there's nowhere safe to fall.

Hi, I'm Maya & I'm here to protect you.

It's now winter at Mis Mas Tejas Ranch and the activity is pounding on us like a hammer.  The cold dreary days just add to our fear and anxiety.

The girls no longer sleep in their bedrooms because they're too afraid.   Jennifer sleeps with them on the couch.  The girls are sick most days and are starting to miss a lot of school.  Jennifer's health is also trending downward.

The activity is running at full throttle now.  So much so that's it's hard to single one thing out versus something else.

A woman screaming
Children laughing
Things flying through the air
A man laughing and yelling
footsteps
Doors slamming
Spoon traveling to who knows where and then returning.
Light bulbs having to be replaced weekly.

It appears that some of the activity is now targeting and trying to cause harm.   We have knives that disappear then we will find them stuck in the ceiling.   We will find our silverware scattered all over the kitchen floor.  However, the scariest things happen in the basement.

I went into the basement late one afternoon, while there the door slammed shut.  It slammed so hard that it knocked off some of the pictures off the wall upstairs.  I was terrified and I ran as quickly as I could to the door however, I couldn't open it.  Jennifer and Chloe were on the other side trying to push it open but when we would get it opened just a little, it would slam back shut.  Finally without warning, it just flew open.  I got out of there as fast as I could.   We decide that the basement is off limits-no one is to go down there.

One day Chloe tells us that her boyfriend found a stray dog and he wants to keep it but he has to ask his parents.  Until he can do that, he want's to keep the dog out our place.  The last thing I wanted was another dog at the house.   My answer is "negative Ghostrider, the kennel is full."  However, at my house, I'm like the Queen of England;  I'm the Head of State yet I have no authority.  My no vote on the dog is overruled by Jennifer.  Just as I thought, his parents say no.

She's a unique looking dog.  She appears to be part Husky and German Shepard.  She has one brown eye and one blue eye.  She's well behaved and we quickly learn she's been trained to be some sort of service dog.  I find it very strange that a dog like this would just be wondering the streets. She obviously belongs to someone.  I post everywhere but no one knows who's dog it is and no one claims her.   She becomes a member of our family.   We name her Maya.

Hi, I'm Maya.  I here to protect you.

One thing I noticed right away about Maya was that she likes me a lot.  She stays by my side and always wants to be around me.  I get the sense that she wants to protect me.  She sleeps in the room with me, she lays next to me when I'm sitting down, she'll follow me around when I'm outside.  She stays within eye sight of me nearly all the time.  Also, she can sense where I am when she's not with me.  If I would go down in the basement, she would figure it out and would run down there to be with me.  She was protecting me.

If something was around me, she would perk up.  Look around and sometimes have a low growl.  She would do this until whatever was around me was gone.   One time, in the middle of the night, I was awoken by a door shutting.  I didn't think much of it as I thought it was just one of the girls.  I soon heard heavy, slow foot steps.  It was someone who was wearing boots and the steps & strides made me think it was a man.  Maya jumped on the bed and laid across my chest  I was petrified with fear but I watched as Maya's head followed every step.  When the footsteps stopped she jumped down and ran to the place where they stopped.

The front of Maya's tag

The back of Maya's tag.  Blessed are those who protect.

I always thought this dog was sent to protect us, now I know it's true.  Her tag reflects what she does for us.

Tail-spinning into an abyss

At this point in our story, we are feeling more hopeless than ever.   The help we got from the paranormal team turned our lives into a dangerous nightmare, help from The Dead Files was on hold, and we have nowhere to go or anyone to talk with about what's happening.

We turned to the internet but the amount of conflicting information was overwhelming so that wasn't a viable option.   We have pretty much stopped watching paranormal shows.  Ghost Adventures turned in a prime time drama that only seemed to serve Zak Bagans ego.   Other shows just seemed all about finding something but not getting rid of it in any type of manner that seemed legitimate.  We would still occasionally watch the Dead Files as it stayed true to it's roots-finding out what was happening and then making a plan to get rid of it.  Sadly,  most of the episodes were repeats but we would still pick up new tips here and there.

Learning what to do and being able to do it are two different things.   We lacked drive and motivation.  We were having the life sucked out of us and the things in our home were pushing down. My pain was overwhelming now.  Jennifer was getting sick for no reason whatsoever.   The girls were scared, sick, and exhausted.  We were arguing, depressed, and lost.  Happiness was a distant memory.  We were losing our will to fight; we're losing our souls.

The screaming was happening at feverish pitch all over the house.  Things were flying through the air almost daily.  Electronics & appliances began to take on lives of their own.  They would stop working, reprogram themselves, or just breakdown altogether.  We were now seeing shadows walking in front of the house windows.  We could hear children laughing, footsteps, and adults laughing or talking.  Doors would close on their own.  Light bulbs would constantly have to be replaced-even the expensive ones that are suppose to last 20 years.

To us, everything seemed to be centered around the spoon  It would come and go as it pleased. We would hear it come crashing back and say "Spoon's back".  We would then pick it up and put it back on the counter.   We decided to try to catch it leaving on video one last time.   We placed it on the dining room table and prop camera phone up pointing on the spoon & let the video record.  I'm in the dining room working and all the sudden I hear a voice yell in my ear "HEY!"  I jump up and turnaround.  I hear the spoon hitting the floor along with the camera phone.  A small pumpkin sitting on the table flies off into the living room nearly hitting Heidi.  It flew close to 15 feet before it smashed onto the floor.

The camera phone kept rolling despite hitting the floor.  It was facing upwards and caught the pumpkin leaving the table.  Jennifer watched the video first and then asked me to come outside so she could show it to me.  We hear the "HEY!", me yell, the spoon hitting the floor, and then the camera phone hitting the ground.  Then we saw it-hands.  They didn't look human though.  They were long, bony , and distorted.   They then appeared to pick up the pumpkin without touching it.  Heidi screams, the pumpkin hits the floor and you hear the chaos & fear that follows.   After seeing the video my heart sinks.  My fear is overwhelming because now I have a visual of what's on the other side.   I know that it can pick up stuff and throw it without even touching it!  

We calmed ourselves down and decide to watch the video again.   The camera freezes up and Jennifer reboots it.   The video is gone!  However, she backed it up on a Cloud server so we still have it.  We leave the house and everything seems to be fine we have the video but decide to leave the phone alone so it doesn't freeze up again.  We want to back it up to multiple drives so we don't lose it again.  When we finally try to do that...the phone crashes-the video is gone even from the Cloud

We decide we don't want to try to document anything else again.  It only seemed to angry the things here.

I question our sanity.  Did this really happened?  Were our thoughts and state of minds being manipulated by the entities in our house.  But for what purpose-scaring us, showing their strengths, showing that they're in control?

I feel the purpose was to drive us deep into an abyss.  One where there's no coming back from.