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.

Death, The spoon, and The Crazy Girl.

Things are happening a feverish pace.  So much so, that keeping up with it is overwhelming.  We are all walking around in a daze and have become somewhat numb to the events happening around us. Some things are benign, some are scary, and some are hostile.

Things are beginning to disappear & then somehow show back up, but not in the original place.  We are now starting to see people, not real people mind you, but dead people.  We can sense them now and feel as if they are trying to communicate with us somehow.  Sometimes they make noise but most of them just give us the feeling they're just standing there...watching.

Londyn had left for college but was home for Thanksgiving.  It was nice to have her home and everyone was excited and happy.  However that mood was going to change.  I remember the day like it was yesterday.  I woke up and looked out the window and our horse Hannah was lying down.  I knew something was wrong because when I went outside and whistled for her she just laid there. She raised her head when I got to her.  I intermediately got her to her feet and started walking her but she continued to drop to the ground.  As much as I tried to keep her on her feet, she was determined to lay down.  I called the vet but in my heart I knew what was going to happened.  It was cold & sleeting when I made the decision to put her down.  We moved her to a place she liked and she went peacefully.  We covered her in a tarp until we could bury her.  I was heartbroken. We finally got to bury her a couple of months later.

One of our favorite pictures of Hannah before we had to put her down. It's only fitting that she be under a rainbow.

Even though she was gone, I could still feel her.  I knew that she was still there.  Her death opened another door and it was like spirits were lining up to pay their respects.  One evening while I was sitting on our back deck I saw someone standing over her grave.  I could see him clear as day and as I got closer to him, I yelled asking what he was doing here.  He was tall and lean wearing a western poncho with a brimmed hat.  He turned and calming said, "I am just paying my respects".  He walked toward the fence and then disappeared as he went through it.   I was horrified because once again I saw someone who wasn't real.  I knew that his present there was not a condolence visit.  I could sense his anger through his calmness.

Jennifer breeds dogs and is very good at what she does.  She has made a lot of friends doing what she does but none of them became close to us with the exception of one, Jackie.  Jackie was a wonderful person and she had a kind spirit.  We all loved her and our girls even called her aunt Jackie.  However she was fighting demons of her own.  She didn't have a lot of family support; a lazy daughter and a chronically unemployed husband.  Everyone in her family depended on her and sadly they took advantage of her kindness.  I recall one evening for no reason whatsoever, I become overwhelming sad.  I was to the point of tears.  I told Jennifer that I couldn't figure out why.  As the evening went on Jennifer began to smell a Rose perfume.  I didn't think much of it as I was still dealing with the sadness that had overtaking me.  When we woke the next morning, we heard the news.  Our dear friend Jackie and taken her own life the night before.  My sadness had coincided with her passing and the Rose perfume Jennifer had smelt...it was her favorite.  I had felt her pain all at once and the perfume told us she was there.  We took all of this as signs she came to us, the only place she felt loved and happy.

We were devastated at Jackie's passing.  We were angry about what she had been through but happy she was at some sort of peace.  We were happy that she was with us and strangely enough, we felt that she could help protect us.  However we couldn't sense her as much as the others.

All of this lead us to "the spoon" I had found in the yard.  It was dirty, covered in mud.  I took it inside thinking nothing much about it.  I figured it was just something that one of the kids had brought home from a friends house.  When I asked them, they knew nothing about it however.  No big deal I thought, just another spoon for us.  One day, Jennifer had put the spoon on the counter.  When she came back, it was gone.  While she was looking for it she asked me if I had put it somewhere.  Then all the sudden it was back; in it's original place.

The spoon started to "take trips" as we called it.  It would disappear and then return.  Sometimes in it's original place, sometimes we would find it somewhere else.   We originally thought one of the girls was just missing around and playing a prank but no one owned up to it.  So we decided to do a test.  Jennifer put it somewhere that only she knew about.  When she went back to check on it...gone! It would usually come back within a few minutes or a few hours however this time it was gone for much longer.  Then one night while Jennifer & Chloe were watching TV, the spoon came flying through the kitchen landing on the floor.   Now the spoon was returning via air mail.  It was like it was being thrown back at us.

Where The Spoon landing upon it's return one time.

It wouldn't always come back the way it left.  Here's a time it returned bent in half.

I know what you're thinking.  Why not just get rid of it?  Well, we tried but it just...kept...coming back.

The crazy lady who's been tormenting me had returned and although she could go anywhere she wanted, she started to hang out exclusively  in the back bedroom.   We could sense her in there.  It was like she was stalking whomever was in there.  She was still talking and she was getting angrier and angrier. Then she stopped talking altogether and began to only scream.  It was a scream like a crazy person...someone who was deranged & unstable.

I could never figure out what her attraction was to the back bedroom.  We would figure it out but it was a slow process. We didn't realize what was happening until it was almost too late.

She had an agenda and Heidi was at the top of it.

Talk to me...now!!!

Things started getting active...well, very active.  I was starting to hear a woman talking but apparently I was the only one who could.  She was crazy, excitable, and unstable.  Since no one else could hear her, I thought I was losing my mind.

I could hear her but I couldn't see her.  That just lead to more doubt as to what was happening.  I was beginning to get headaches, lacked focus, and started not to sleep well.  I would wake up several times during the night for no apparent reason.   She was taking me to the brink of exhaustion.

Most of the time she would just ramble; talking just to talk and not saying anything important or worthwhile enough to listen too.  However, there where times she would scream at me.  It was deafening and made my ears ring.  It felt like she was right on top of me.   She would scream "TALK TO ME!"  "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!?!.

Since no one else could hear her, I thought it was my imagination or worse some kind of mental disorder.  I was agitated on a daily basis and just couldn't focus any longer.  It was difficult to remain calm and my anxiety level was off the charts.  I didn't talk to anyone about it because I didn't want to be admitted to a mental hospital.  What was strange was I could only hear her when I was at home.

One night while laying in bed, she whispered, "why are you ignoring me?"  "Please tell me, I am without words and scared".  I felt that I should finally talk back and answered, "because I don't like you, you scare me and I want you to leave me alone."

All of the sudden, her screams and chatty behavior started to fade.  I could still hear her but she wasn't as loud.  I couldn't make out what she was saying anymore but I could tell that she was very angry.  Finally, I stopped hearing her altogether.   The voice stopped.

The experience of hearing her, and then it stopping after I focused on getting rid of it, made question my mental health.  I was still anxious, irritable, and exhausted.  It was hard to focus on my job and just on life in general.  Things I enjoyed doing I no longer enjoyed.  Either because I didn't have the energy to do them or just because I was in so much pain.

The pain started shortly after I got her to stop talking to me.  It started slowly but then escalated into a debilitating issue.  Every joint on my body hurt.  My fingers hurt so bad that I could barely type (I'm a recruiter so I make my living in front of a laptop), my neck hurt so bad that I could barely turn it, my back was in such pain that I could barely walk, sit down comfortably, or God forbid...sleep.   There were nights that I was in such pain that I prayed not to wake up.

There was no rhyme or reason for what was happening.  I was in decent shape and had no major health issues at all.  As I was trying to get comfortable one night, I heard her again, softly whispering in my ear.  "You can toss, you can turn, but you will never be comfortable again.  I will make you come to me. I can make it all stop.  All you have to do is come to me."   The bitch was back and was now attacking me!

Jennifer was getting frustrated with me because she wanted me to go to the doctor but I refused.  I began to self medicate myself...ice, Advil, trying to stretch out my joints and muscles, hell even alcohol.  All this only brought me temporary relief.  Finally, I had enough and broke down and went to the doctor.  I wouldn't tell him about the crazy chick but I would talk to him about my anxiety, pain, and inability to sleep.  After a half-ass examination and him telling me "well, welcome to old age.",  he put me on Zoloft and Meloxicam.  Despite me telling him all my aches and pains, especially my back, he only wanted to x-ray my little finger.  The visit was a waste of time and did nothing but frustrate me and drive me deeper into a state of hopelessness.

I started the medicine and the Zoloft helped somewhat and the Meloxicam didn't really help at all. I could hear her laughing quietly, like she had done something mischievous.  The last thing I heard her say to me before I finally was able to block her out was, "all the elixirs in the world will not help. I am your only remedy."

I was being attacked or going crazy.  Hard to tell which one but it felt like both.

Peaceful Illusion but Horrifying Reality

After the experience with the paranormal team, things seemed to calm down somewhat.  It also made me question myself.  I know that sounds crazy but after how rude and unprofessional they were, I began to question everything that had happened and was happening to us. Was it all in our minds, were we just paranoid, or were we just going crazy?

It didn't take long for those questions to be answered.

The calmness of our house was only an illusion.  Kind of like the calm before the storm.  It didn't take long for activity to really pick up and now it felt a little more sinister.  Gone were the days of just feeling scared and then getting over it a few days later.  We could feel the heaviness and our house was slipping into chaos.  Illness seemed to be a daily occurrence now.  Sleep was something that was a luxury instead of a necessity.  There was more arguing within the family.  It seemed as if there was something tearing us apart.

We had always saw shadow figures but now we were starting to see full blow figures who were attempting to communicate with us.  One time, Jennifer was in the kitchen and saw a figure of a man walking outside our house.  She could see him plain as day as he walked past window and window.   She naturally thought it was me.  Only one problem with that, I was inside.

After awhile, I started sleep writing again.  I was continuing to tell Charley Reynolds story however now it was one filled with sorrow and bitterness.  Through me, he was telling how the treatment of Native Americans was a travesty that would haunt our country for generations to come.  It would be a wound that would never truly heal.  The writings would always abruptly stop, sometimes in mid-sentence.  We would find hand written papers all over the over the house.  Then one day, the writings stopped altogether.  I admit that the writings fascinated me but they also scared me.  Would I act out an event from his life that would harm my family?  Looking back at it now, I think maybe I was beginning to control what was happening to me. Even though none of us felt threatened by the writings, it was best that they stopped.

I would usually take care of the horses at night to make sure they had everything they needed to get them through to the next morning.  One evening, I was in the barn and I was filling up water buckets, suddenly I heard a voice coming from the door.  "Hey, we were not done yet!".  I looked up and standing about 10 feet from me was a man!  He was short, clothes didn't fit him very well, and he looked disheveled.  His eyes were dark and I could somewhat see through him.  I was horrified! I didn't wait around to see what else he had to say.  I immediately ran back to the house as quickly as I could and I could hear the horse snorting in the background.  I was in a panic, I was having a hard time breathing, I couldn't get the words out about what I saw.   Jennifer was able to calm me down and I told her what I saw.   I knew it wasn't an actual person; it was something not of our world.

Jennifer and I went back to the barn.  The water was running and was spilling out or bucket, the lights were still on and everything seemed calm.  The horse was relaxed as if nothing had spooked her at all.  I, however, was not calm or relaxed.   What I saw really shook me up as this was the first time I actually saw someone (or something)

I had a hard time sleeping that night.  I felt as if there was someone there, watching me and waiting for me to fall asleep.  I felt as if there was someone outside staking us, just waiting for the opportunity to come inside.  I felt hopeless.   It's a terrible feeling when you feel you can't protect your family.

It felt like a door had been opened, well kicked in actually.  Our house was now being invaded.  We would see shadows and catch something moving out of the corner of our eyes.  Our lives had began to descend into a state of constant paranoia,  The slightest sound or unexplained movement would send us into a frenzy.

Even though seeing someone in the barn really shook me up, I continued to keep my evening schedule. Taking care of our horse was something I really enjoyed doing.  I just loved being around her as it made me feel calm and helped take my mind off what was happening in our house.  I went in the barn one evening and as I turned on the lights, I saw a man standing in the back doorway.  I could see him clear as day!  He was tall, dressed in clothes from the late 1800's and was wearing a wide brim hat.   He had his back to me and was looking out into the pasture.  I yelled, "what are doing here!?!"  I thought it was a real person, someone who was trespassing.  As he turned to look at me, I knew he wasn't a living person, his eyes were dark and face was pale.  All the sudden he just faded away.  I will never forget the look on his face.  It was one of violence and horror.  It was not a friendly look.  This guy wanted something and he would go through any means necessary to get what it was.

Emi was beginning to see people.  She was still young so the impression they made was not hostile, just unnerving.  Londyn was not feeling herself, she would not sleep and spent most of her time in her room.  Heidi was slowly beginning to change and she was starting to feel sick on a daily basis. Jennifer was beginning to have issues as well.   She had to have her gallbladder removed, her vitamin D level was dropping to a level that was so low that she had to put on a prescription supplement. Her hair was thinning and she was having stomach problems.  She was also having a hard time focusing and remembering things.  We spent a lot time in doctor offices, trying to find answers but nothing they did helped.  If they cured one thing, another thing would pop up.  The doctors had no explanation, no cure, and...no answers.

All this was the beginning of more terrifying things to follow.  The horrifying reality was that they wanted us and they weren't going to stop until they got what they wanted.

We work with The Dead Files & we're here to help..well sort of.

At this point in our saga, we realized we had a serious problem that is growing stronger with each passing day.  Jennifer and I decided it's was time to do something.   That meant putting ourselves out there to the paranormal world.  We were reluctant but understood we're dealing with something not of this world and we needed experts.

We decided our best course of action would be to contact The Dead Files.  We felt comfortable enough with the show and felt they wouldn't be like all the other ghost hunters or thrill seekers.  We needed answers and help; we needed to know what we were dealing with before it got really ugly.   The novelty of living in a "haunted house" had worn off.

Submitting our story was difficult because at the time, the Travel Channel didn't have a very good case submittal site for the show.  After searching the internet we finally found a Dead Files submittal page. We described our story in great detail and within a couple of days I got a call from someone.

She said she represented a local paranormal investigation team and was hired by the producers of The Dead Files to do "the preliminary investigation" (lie #1).  She claimed to be a psychic medium and had worked with Amy Allan in the past (lie #2).  I was reluctant to talk to her but did so anyway after she told me they had done a lot of these investigations because the show wants to know if a place is haunted or not, that way they didn't waste time and money investigating nothing.  Since I didn't understand how shows worked, I thought okay-seems reasonable.

We sent her some of the pictures we have (see Party Crashers) and the video of the toy.  We also told her everything that had been happening.  She began to ask me some off the wall questions.  What are my religious beliefs?  How often do you attend church?  Are you and the rest of your family baptized?  Do you consider yourself religious and do you pray?  Although I considered these questions kind of judgmental and inappropriate, I answered them anyway...because like I said, we had never done this before so we didn't know exactly how the show worked from a logistical standpoint.

They came out in early October.  They went over what they were going to do and what they were looking for.  Jennifer asks them specifically what they are going to do.  They told us they are only there to document and send their findings to The Dead Files (lie #3).  They had us sign releases and they begin setting up.

Their set up took about 1 1/2 hours.  Microphones, cameras, wires everywhere, and hand held digital recorders.  They seemed a little too carefree and cracking jokes, but again, I didn't know what to expect.  Half the team set up a base in the garage and the other half continued to set up inside the house.  During the house set up, there was an overwhelming smell of cigarette smoke.  It was like being in a smoking room, it was that bad.   None of us smoked and neither did anyone in the group so there was no reason for it to be there.

The psychic began to walk the house and she tells us the basement had a strong and dangerous feel to it.  She described it as demonic and angry.  So, of course the team wanted to investigate that first.

They asked me to go down into the basement with them.  It's myself and four members of the team. They begin asking questions-basic ones, nothing malicious.  I could sense a change in the air, it was thicker and it was getting a little harder to breathe.  After a while we head back upstairs.  They listen to the recordings...nothing.   The group leader ask us to go back down stairs and told the members to try and "draw it out."  I remember him specifically saying that because in my mind I questioned it.

As we are making our way back down into the basement, I can feel the pressure again.  My anxiety level was getting higher;  I felt tense and nervous.   They decided the best course of action was to sit in a circle on the floor!  I immediately asked if they thought this was the best thing to do as being on the floor made us vulnerable.  They assured me it would be fine and they did it all the time.  As we are sitting there in the dark, in a place I hate, the group member with the recorder starts asking questions in a demanding tone.  "Who are you?"  "Tell us your name!?!".  As she keeps asking questions, I feel a tug on the back of collar and I jump a bit.  I tell them something just grabbed me.  One of the members ask, "did you just do that?".  I then heard a voice behind me say "YES!" I felt a slap and cutting pain on the back of my neck.  I jumped up and ran to the stairs, one of the members practically tackles me before I can make it.  He shines a flashlight on the back neck and says 'we got scratches!'.  I break away from him, run up the stairs and out into the garage to Jennifer.

Apparently they didn't know the difference between simple scratches and gouge.  I three slashes on the back of my neck.  One of them was actually bleeding.  I was beyond terrified.  Nothing like this had happened before, I had never been attacked or hurt.   I was having a difficult time calming down and didn't want to go back into the house.  I also didn't want to talk to any of the group members.  I cannot pinpoint why but I had these feelings of angry and hostility toward them and they very strong feelings.

The activity in the house had gone to a new level.  A level of violence and lashing out.  It was now controlling emotions and capable of physically harming people.   They asked me if I would go back down to the basement but I refused.  Some group members, along with the psychic, decided to go back.  They came back up and the group leader asked the psychic if she felt anything.  She pulled him aside and I overheard her tell him something is down there and it's evil.  I could see the fear in her eyes.

I had finally calmed down. I had also worked up the courage to go back into the basement.  This decision of course excited the team and we made our way down.  This time the psychic joined us and was staying close to me.  As soon as we got down there, I felt my chest getting tight.  I could hear a member of the team saying "we commend you to come forward!  Show yourself!".  I started feeling worse and my head was spinning.  My chest was getting tighter and I felt panicked.  The psychic had her hand on my chest and she was praying.  Her hand felt as if it was burning through my chest.  The group members continued to bark out commends; demanding it to show it itself.   That was the last thing I remember...

I remember waking up on the floor and I thought I had passed out.   The team members where screaming and terrified but I felt calm and relaxed.  I got up and walked upstairs calmly despite the chaos around me.   Jennifer meant me upstairs in a panic.  She asked if I was okay and the other group members asked me the same thing.  I told them I felt fine.  Jennifer then told me I was picked straight up and thrown up against the wall!  She said they all saw it on the monitor.

The group leader decide he would personally go down and investigate with two other male members. After about 5 minutes, he radioed to the rest of the group.  "we're shutting it down, it's not safe here"
Jennifer and I were dumbfounded.  Jennifer told the group leader, "NO NO NO!  You're not just going to come in here, piss this thing off and leave!  We have to live here!".  They reluctantly agreed to do a cleansing and the psychic sages the house.  I thought to myself, "really, that's it?  That's all you do to cleanse?"  I felt she was doing it wrong but didn't understand how to do it myself so I falsely trusted her.   As we talked and asked questions on what should we do, the light above us got brighter and brighter.  The bulb then burst.  The psychic medium told us we should delete everything and burn any evidence we had as the spirits could be attached to those things.  We did so immediately but some of the things were saved in an automatic back up system we had.

Before they left they told us they would be in contact with us in a couple of weeks about what they found (lie #4).  They left faster than a criminal who just robbed a bank.

Jennifer finally called them because we hadn't heard from them at all.  They told her that they didn't find anything during their review and that the evidence was inconclusive! (lie #5) They said they deleted everything (lie #6).

A Message Jennifer got from the team leader via a team member.  The team leader refused to respond to our calls or message.

I reached out to the psychic via email since she was our original point of contact.  Her response to me was condescending & chastising.  She said we were to blame for our problems because she felt we were not religious and that we had not accepted Jesus into our lives.  She said our prays lacked soul and we let the evil into our house.  I asked her about the evidence being submitted to The Dead Files and she told me that they wouldn't be doing so. (lie #6).  That was the last I heard from her and the group.

After the cleansing, our house did feel calmer but that was nothing more than an illusion.  The group had unleashed the evil and turned it lose on us.  We were about to pay the price for their incompetence.

Losing Control & Hello Charley!

After the EVP's, things started happening on nearly a daily basis.  Jennifer would wake up with bruises that looked like someone had grabbed her, I started sleep writing-channeling an individual, my phone all the sudden would say I was in in Wyoming and all my location settings would reflect such and...things were starting to move on their own.   We are starting to lose control of our house.

Jennifer waking up with bruising was disturbing, mostly because the bruises were something that would have awakened her from her sleep.  One night, she woke in panic because something grabbed her legs, lifted them up, and then slammed them back down on the bed.  I also had a similar experience while sleeping as I felt someone grab my ankles and jerked me forward.  I was pulled down toward the bottom of the bed nearly a foot.

Bruising on Jennifer's Arm

Scratches on Jennifer's shoulder

Image in top right hand corner. We tried to duplicate it thinking it may be a reflection however nothing showed up in additional pictures.

Things were starting to move on their own.  One afternoon, I was working in the dining room (during the show it's the open bedroom) and a toy airplane from the girls bedroom zoomed by.  I put it back and told who was ever playing with it that it was okay.  A few moments later-zoom!  Although it was a toy, it scared me to death!  I did capture it on video but sadly don't have it anymore (more on that in a later blog)

We were starting to hear things.  Tapping & hearing things move.  We weren't sleeping and the girls were beginning to feel bad, nothing major-just under the weather type of stuff.   We would feel things lightly touching us.  We were tired, scared, and getting concerned for are safety.

It was at this time I started sleep walking and writing in my sleep.   I would get out of bed, eyes closed, grab a red pen (always red) & paper and start writing.  Jennifer would watch me and said I was writing fast and in cursive. After I was done, I would put the pen back and go back to bed.  When I woke the following morning, I had no clue what had happened.  I read what I wrote and it was fascinating.  It was like someone was telling a story through me.  Like they were writing their biography.  The first one was about 2 pages long and written in a style and fashion that I have never written in before.  Although I was intrigued by what I had done, I wasn't concerned.  I have always walked in my sleep and done things.  This wasn't anything new.  I dismissed it as just being tired and stressed.

Jennifer was more curious about the writings.  The story I was writing about was a man by the name of Charley Reynolds.   It was very detailed and he even used his nickname "Lonesome Charley" in describing himself.  Jennifer decided to do some research and my thoughts were "good luck, that's a common name".   After a little while Jennifer found something and it was exciting!  As it turned out there was someone named Charley Reynolds and he did have ties to our area.

Charley Reynolds A.K.A. "Lonesome Charlie Reynolds" A guide for the 7th Cavalry.

Charley Reynolds served as a scout and guide in the military in Kansas & Missouri.  He was killed in in June of 1876 at the Battle of Little Bighorn.  He was also a buffalo hunter and trader.   Charley was telling his story through me!  In multiple sleep walking/writing sessions, he described his life in great detail.  He was very Pro-Union and hated his nickname.  He talked about his first meeting with Custer, his time in the military, his political beliefs, and his adventures. He talked about his compassion for Native Americans and how he was disgusted by their treatment.   He describe the events leading up to the battle.  He knew what was to come and he felt it only fitting that he would die the way he did.

The events in our house are now become more and more prevalent.   We know now it beyond our control and we need he help-serious help.

Jennifer and I weighed our option.   We decide to find someone that will validate and help us get control back.

Now we just have to figure out who.

Voices, I hear voices, voices, I hear voices

Activity really been to pick up steam at a furious pace once the kitchen incident happened.  The saying, "Things that go bump in the night."  had a whole new meaning for us.  We heard unexplained sounds, saw stuff out of the corner of our eyes, and at times could hear voices.  At this point there is no denying that something was happening, but what it is remained a mystery.

We decide that getting evidence of some kind, documenting it, would help convince not only others but ourselves as well.  It would help convince ourselves that we were actually sane and not about to have to check ourselves into the funny farm.

We had already starting watching paranormal shows in hopes to getting some advice.  Maybe we could find something similar to we were experiencing.   At the time, our options were limited to Ghost Adventures, The Dead Files, and stuff that we found on YouTube.   Other programs seemed staged and not helpful at all.  YouTube was filled with, for lack of better word, crap.

Ghost Adventures was the go to show for us.  We started watching before they turned into big celebrities and were really all about documenting & researching.  We thought if we know what we're dealing with than maybe we can get rid of it.

Our first attempt was EVP's.  Asking names, who was here, why were they here-just basic questions.  Nothing hateful at all.    The first one we did was in the back bedroom in what was Londyn's room (now Heidi's room).  I started by asking those basic questions but got nothing.   Londyn then asked, "do you like my cat?  do you like playing with her?"   We played it back,  low and behold,  we heard a male voice say "Noooo" very calmly right after Londyn asked the question.  My heart sank and I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared.   That was enough...no more EVP's that day.

Now there was no denying that we had an issue.  There was no one in Londyn's room except for her, myself, and one of the younger girls.  There certainly wasn't another male in the room.  The question now was who else is here and why.

I decided to try another EVP session but this time I would take a different approach.  Instead of asking questions I would just record and go about what I was doing.   Late one evening I went out to feed our chickens and the dog that protected them.   While I was taking care of the dog, I heard a voice repeatedly say "thank you, thank you, thank you."   It wasn't hostile though but it scared me to death.  I immediately ran back to house and we all listened to the recording and sure enough, there was the voice.  It sounded like an older man, possibly African American.  We were in shock about what we heard because no one was there with me.   I was still shaking and scared but I tried to play it off like we found a pot of gold.

I got my courage back up to try to get more documentation and started another EVP session in the basement.  It was a Saturday morning and I was finishing up some work related things.  I decided to try to see if I could get something on tape.  I put my phone on audio record and begin to ask simple basic questions..."is there anyone here with me?"..."Can you talk to me?".   Nothing...just dead air.  I tried again, asking the same questions.   This time I heard something on the recording.  It was garbled, sounded like a chant of some kind.  I made sure it wasn't a voice from upstairs as sometimes they carry into the basement but everyone was quiet and busy doing other things.  Just as I was about to play it back again when all the sudden I could feel someone breathing on my neck and then a growl in my ear!!!

I ran like hell out of the basement and into the bathroom where my wife was taking a shower.  I was panicked and could hardly breathe.  I was talking a mile a minute...rambling at light speed. Thankfully, Jennifer was able to calm me down.  I was able to explain what happened and had her listen to the tape.  Her immediate reaction was "That sounds demonic!"  

Even though I was scared, I felt as if we were finally starting to figure out what was going on.   We continued to watch the shows and do research on the internet.  I found that there was just so much stuff out there and trying to determine what would work vs what wouldn't along hose who were credible vs those who were just out to sell snake oil.  It was overwhelming and frustrating.

The novelty of this was starting to wear off.  It wasn't fun and everything was starting to change for the worse.   Something was here and it was getting stronger and we were getting weaker.

We needed help but had nowhere to turn.

This was open, and this was open, and this was open...

Now that I have experienced something, I was a little on edge.  However, like everything else, the anxiety of the experience began to fade with time.  My misguided logical mind decided to takeover   "It  must had been a radio alarm that went off."  or "Maybe a computer was left on or even a cellphone ringtone from someone leaving their phone behind."   My mind came up with the excuse for the scream and I bought it hook, line, and sinker.

I continued to work in the basement, like nothing had happened.  I'm good at shutting things down and focusing on my work so that's what I did.  Nothing else happened so I figured my logically brain was right.

Emi was still at home at this point as she wouldn't start school until the next year.  It was nice to have her home and she seemed not bothered by anything going on.  One morning, she came down into the basement and asked me to come upstairs.  Since I needed some coffee, I was more than happy to.   As we were going upstairs she keep telling me about the cabinets in the kitchen being open.  I didn't think much of because people left them open all the time.   As we got to the kitchen a couple of cabinet doors were open and I said to her, "yeah, someone left them open."   She said "they were all open".   She went around the entire kitchen and said,  "This was open, and this was open, and this was open..."  She even pointed to ones that she couldn't even reach as well as to the dishwasher, oven, microwave, and refrigerator.  I dismissed it and thought nothing more of it.  It was just her overactive imagination .

The next morning started like all the rest.  Getting coffee, check my phone, and check emails.  I was reading an email as I made my way down stairs to start the day.   As I got to my desk, I realized I forgot my coffee.  So I went back up stairs to get it.  As I got to the kitchen, I saw it.   I saw what Emi had seen.  I wasn't even gone 5 minutes and every single cabinet & drawer were opened.  Along with everything else.

What I found when I went back upstairs to get my coffee. 

It all happened within less than 5 minutes.  I tried to take a picture...blurry.  I tried to take another one...blurry again.  Changed the camera settings on my phone...still blurry.

Emi was awake in her room, I asked her if she had been in the kitchen.  She hadn't, she hadn't heard anything either. She went into the kitchen told me this is what happened yesterday.

Now I've experienced 2 things.  My mind was racing.  I was thinking back to other unexplained things that had occurred since we moved here.  One came to mind very quickly.  It was regarding a TV in the girls bedroom.  Every time we turned it on, the volume would become very loud and we couldn't change the channel.  I took a look at it, thinking it might a dog or something was walking over the remote (logically brain at work again).  When I turned it on, the same thing happened.  The sound turned all the way up and at first I couldn't change the channel.  I finally got the volume turned down and was able to change the channel but now I couldn't turn it off!!!  I figured, okay unplug it.  Maybe it just needs to reset itself.  As I was about to pull the plug, the channel changed back to the original channel it was on and the volume begin to increase.  I unplugged it but the damn thing was still on!   I plugged it back in and it sparked and turned off.  I told the girls to leave it unplugged.  I thought it had just "given up the ghost" but how could it stay on for nearly 5 minutes after I unplugged?

Now everything was starting to make sense and logical thinking was out the window.

Can you hear me now!!!!

Up to this point, I had been in denial of what was going on in house.  This was despite feeling the heaviness, the anxiety, & for the lack of a better phrase-the knowing.  I'd been trying to find a logical explanation for everything.  It was about to change and logic would not be the answer.

I am office & work out of the house.  My office is in the basement.  It's like a dungeon; no walk out and 3 window wells that only provide light without a view.  It's not the most comfortable place to work, let alone being down there.  I hadn't heard or seen anything.  Nothing had every happened to me, other than the heaviness or anxiety I had felt at certain times.   Up to now, I'd pretty much been left alone.

On one winter's night, that all changed.  Jennifer & the girls weren't home, it was just me.  I was taking advantage of this and was working late down in my basement office.  I only had few lights on; the one in my office area and the one by the stairway along with the stairway light.  Our basement is always warm because our heater boiler is down there.  So, I'm wearing shorts, a t-shirt and I think flip flops.

As I was finishing up my work, the printer behind me started spitting out paper.  I had not printed anything, there was nothing in the queue, and I had never had any problems with it before.  I didn't think much of it and took it as a sign to call it a day.  I turned it off to stop the paper feed however, it keep going.  I thought that it was just some kind of power surge or back up and decided to just unplug it.

As I walked over to the outlet, I was beginning to sense something heavy.  The anxiety hit me like a wave and as I reached down I heard it...a blood curdling scream of a woman.  It was loud, very loud. Like she was right behind.  I had a rush of emotions, I was scared beyond belief.  The basement walls felt like they were closing in on me.  I had to get the hell out of there.  I didn't pass "Go", I didn't collect $200, and just made a straight line out of there.

I didn't stop after I got of the basement.  I didn't want to be in the house alone.   I got the hell out.  I went outside and sat on the deck.  It was freezing but I didn't care, I just didn't want to be in the house.  I sat out there until Jennifer & the girls got home which was over an hour.

When they got home, Jennifer could tell by the look on my face that something had happened.   Once I told her, I could see the fear in her face.   If you watched the show, you know that my wife is not only a strong woman but a comforting one.  It was her comfort and love that finally calmed me down.

What happened to me was a wake up call, a prelude of things to come.  It was out in the open and I had no choice but to believe.   However, we didn't know what it was or how to deal with it.  We didn't know where to start.   This was the beginning of more sinister things to come.   Wickedness had arrived and it was about to get ugly.

The Grave, The Gunshot, & Something Wicked is Coming.

Living in this part of Missouri and particularly in Clay County, means we are surrounded by history. Some good, some bad.  When I say bad, I mean violent and deadly.   Clay county supported the confederate beliefs.  This meant supporting slavery.   This area soon became known as "Little Dixie" because of those beliefs.   When the Civil War broke out, Clay County was occupied by and under union control.  This did not set well with the residences.

Our home/land was right in the middle of all this turmoil and unrest.  It was said at one time, a Antebellum plantation home stood somewhere in the area, possibly on our land.   It was burned to the ground by Union troops as per General Order No. 11.   The order was in response to the Lawrence Massacre carried out by Quantrill's Raiders which included William (Bloody Bill) Anderson.  Even though Clay County was not included in this order, county lines and loyalties were fuzzy during this time.  Union troops didn't care and some commanders issued their own orders in the field using General Order No. 11 as their justification.

If you watched the show, you know that three members of Quantrill's group had ties to our land. They were violent and angry individuals who despised anything related to the Union.   Two of the members were killed in action and we know that because of their deeds, their souls cannot rest.

Anyway, enough with the history lessons.  I just wanted to give some prospective on the history here and how it ties to our property.

Living on 15+ acres of land with ties to all kinds of seedy individuals makes for the curiosity to explore.  With that being said, Jennifer and I set out to the "Way Back".  It's our 10 acres on the southern side of our property.  It's beautiful; with trees, an open field and a creek running through it.  During one our adventures we stumbled upon a flat rock place perfectly near an huge tree.  It was definitely put there by someone because it's not in an area that is subject to creek flooding.  It also had a rock which appeared to have been used as a foot-stone as well as rocks outlining it.  Any markings on the headstone had long since washed away.  Considering events occurring at our home,  we decided to leave it be.

A full picture of the grave on the Southwest corner of our property.  Headstone & Foot-stone.  It could be the grave of  Lucy"Granny" Boggess.  

Owning a farm/ranch requires a lot of work on a daily basis.  I spend a lot my free time tending to the needs of the land.  I enjoy it however, I'm proud of what we have and I like keeping it looking nice. One early evening I was standing on the backside of the pond, I was looking through the treeline into the Way Back.   I could hear gunshots.  It's not unusual to hear them given that we live in a rural area. I don't really pay them much mind.  While standing there, I hear a "whoosh" and I feel a tug at my pants.  It knocked me backwards, stumbling a little.  At first I thought a hawk or an owl had swooped down but I looked at my hip I saw my shirt and pants torn.  I then notice blood.  I realized I had been shot at that point!  Thankfully it only grazed me but it still hurt like hell!  I was pissed beyond words. I stormed back to the house and told Jennifer I'd been shot but it just grazed me.  I was lucky.  After I calmed down a bit I called the Sheriff's Department because someone was obviously trespassing on our land.

The deputy that came out was a friend of mine (benefit of living in a small town).  We walked to the Way Back trying to get an idea of where the shot had originated from.  During our walk, I told him about the grave.  Naturally, he wanted to see it.  His response was more curiosity than anything, "Why is there a grave on your property Lance?".  I told him about all the crazy stuff going on at house.  I could tell he was a little uneasy.  His thoughts about the grave were that it was old  and like I said, he was more curious than concerned.

The foot-stone of the grave

Grave Headstone.  The detectives determined it was "historical" and stopped poking it.  The damage was already one however.

The next day I got a call from the deputy, he said he was talking about the grave and his supervisor told him to take some detectives out and look into it further.  They came out and started poking around the grave with depth sticks!  I felt more than just a little concerned given what's been happening.  They finally determined, it was an "historical" grave and left it alone.  One of the detectives was a history buff.  He started to tell me more about the area and asked if I would mind if he did some research on the grave and property.

The detective called me a couple days later and said a lot of the land around our area once belonged to the Boggess family as well as others, maybe named Peterson. He was able to talk to one of the Boggess descendants and was told the grave was probably Lucy "Granny" Boggess but that was all they would tell him.  They didn't want to talk about our land, their family, or anything else about the area.  The detective gave me the name of an Historian who was familiar with the area and it's history.

This historian was very familiar with the Boggess and Peterson name.

"As for the grave site, it is not unusual at all for early families to bury their dead in family cemeteries.  Southerners also buried their slaves in family plots, usually in segregated areas.  It is a tradition in the Upper South to maintain family cemeteries on the old home site, which includes Missouri's Little Dixie.  Based upon what you have found in the creek and around your property, I would agree your land most likely is a part of an early farm site that may have belonged to the Peterson (?) family.  The area around Kearney was settled early, c. 1820s.  Several antebellum homes are near you and all built by Southerners from the 1820s to the 1850s.  Unfortunately, only a few still stand compared to what was there when I was growing up.

The Boggess name is well known in Clay County.  The family was from the Upper South and did live in the Kearney area, as well as Liberty and Excelsior Springs."

Our house was beginning to feel heavier, the mood was darker and you could feel the change. Jennifer and the girls started having health problems that were chronic.  The doctors couldn't determine the cause.  Slowly I was beginning to question what was going on.  I knew what it was but still tried to dismiss it.  I also felt it was just going to get worse. Little did I know,  this was the beginning of things getting nasty and scary.

"With the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."  And my family was right in the middle of it.

Party Crashers

We made it through our first winter & we seemed to be adjusting to our new life.  The girls had made friends and liked school.   I was enjoying everything about being on the ranch/farm and we named our place Mis Mas Tejas, which, according to Jennifer, somehow translates to "Just Like Texas",

Our place allows us to do things that we could have never done in suburban home.  We can have chickens, horses, have as many dogs as we want, grow crops, etc.  We could also have bonfires which was very exciting for our girls.

Despite our hopes of Londyn outgrowing the "lady in her room" stage, she hasn't.  She still talks about the things that are happening.  Voices, footsteps, and the feeling of someone sitting on the bed. She continues to not sleep well and claims the lady is waking her up.  She's beginning to be afraid to be in her room but stays there despite the things she claims are happening.   My wife and I dismiss it once again and we make sure she's is taking her medication.  Trying to find a logically explanation for something when you haven't experienced anything is easy to do.

It was getting close to birthday season at our place.   Three of our four girls have birthday's very close to each other.   We decided to do something big for Londyn and Chloe since this was their first birthdays here.  Bonfires, BBQ, games, and a movie projected on the barn.  We tell them they can invite as many people as they want and of course being teenage girls they take advantage of this.

During the parties, the atmosphere started light.  Bonfires were roaring and everyone was having a great time.  Londyn's party was a huge gathering with lots of kids all over the place.  The atmosphere slowly started to turn heavy and was getting tense.   I was in the house getting some things as a young girl came into the kitchen.  She said, "how did you get in here so fast?"  "I've been in here for a while", I told her.  She had a puzzled looked and said "then who was that guy walking up the driveway and went behind the garage?"  As no other adults were at the party and I ran outside to see who it was.  I went up down the drive, back up it, and behind the garage.  Nothing, no one was there but the girl was adamant that someone was there.  She described him as tall, walking slowly.  She couldn't tell what he was wearing but was positive it was an adult.  While I trying to find this person, I could feel the heaviness, I was anxious and not because it was some stranger, it was a different type of anxiety. I was uneasy and started to feel like someone was watching me.  I recalled having this feeling before as I was growing up.  The feeling that someone else is there but when you look back, no one.  I told myself I was caught up the moment and tried to dismiss it as maybe it was just a kid from the party.  However, I knew in my soul what it was.  Something was there and it was watching, I just didn't want to admit it.

Chloe's party was just as large as Londyn's.  Lots of kids.  Everything was great until we came into the house.  That heaviness was back and even though the kids were having fun, I could feel it.  Once again I tried to put it out of mind, "I'm tired" I thought.  I told myself to relax.  That heaviness feeling turn to a feeling that someone else was there, watching and trying to reach out.

Cake and ice cream, happy birthday was sung, presents where open...pictures taken.  A day or so after the party, Jennifer and I looked at the pictures.  We knew at that point something was here, there was not mistaking it.  It validated all the feelings I was having.

If you look on the brick, just left of top center, you'll see some kind of image.  Also, to the right, something hovering on the head of the kid in the green shirt.

On the top center of the picture, you'll see an object  We thought it could be from an reflection from the picture as it's just above the picture reflection however we took another picture the next at the same time with the same lighting and the reflection was there was no image

Someting in the doorway next to the kid in the green shirt again.

Something just above the doorway to the left.  It appeared that the orbs stayed close to the boys.

Something on the kids upper right arm

Something on the girls forehead in the corner to the left.  Also, some kind of image that could be face looking

At this point, other than feelings of heaviness and uneasiness, nothing has happened to anyone else but Londyn.  However, that was about to change.

The Beginning

I remember looking at pictures of the place in 2008.  Jennifer had found what was our dream;  a farm house on some land close to an historic town.   It had everything we always dreamed of having.  A barn with horse stalls, a pond, and lots of trees on 15 acres.   Jennifer and the girls we're very excited and the place was priced to sell.  I agreed to buy it based solely on pictures and description on the internet.  The first time I saw the place was after we closed on it.

Living in the country & a true winter environment was new to us.   We moved in during November and it was already a cold and snowy winter.  For the first time in my life I had to shovel snow. Now I completely understand why people have heart attacks doing that task!

Our oldest daughter, Londyn, took the back bedroom.  She was very excited because it had a bathroom, albeit a small one.  If you saw our Dead Files episode, you know that the back bedroom is not a very friendly place.  Londyn, who was 13 at the time, started to experience things.  She was having trouble sleeping and when she did sleep, she said she would have vivid dreams about a woman being in her room and touching her.   One time she came out of her room crying and screaming, saying people were banging on her window and yelling "Let us in, Let us in!"

My wife and I took it as an wild imagination and she was just adjusting to a new place and school.  We figured it would just pass once she become more comfortable & made friends.  However, things didn't pass.  She would tell us stories of the woman in her room.  One time she said the woman was sitting on the bed when she came into her room.  She said her face was shallow, eyes dark, and there was an overwhelming degree of sadness in the room.  She would tell us that the woman would wake her up, hold her down, and scream at her.

At this point, my wife and I became concerned.  We decided to take her to a psychiatrist.  Of course a psychiatrist would never believe in anything paranormal  and prescribed medication.  Things however didn't improve, as a matter of fact they got worse.  Her fatigue increased, she was moody, she started having health issues.  Some days were good, some were not and she was starting to have more bad days than good ones.

Thankfully, she started to make friends and made the cheer leading squad.  However she still talked about the woman.  She told us one time when she was sick, the woman woke her up and told her to take medicine.  One time she slammed the door and screamed at her.  The stories seemed to all over the place and were inconsistent.

At this point my wife and I were at a loss.  We weren't sure what to do but she was feeling better and we thought if ignored it, she would out grown it.

That was the furthest thing from the truth and it was only the beginning.

Our Story

May 6th of this year, our family was featured on The Dead Files.   Our episode was titled Hell in the Heartland

It garnered a lot of interest and people having been asking for more of our story.

This blog will give you our story from the start to were we are now.   I will try to make entries as often as possible but there's not going to be a set post time.

You are also welcome to ask and post questions.  We will be more than happy to answer.

Hope you enjoy.