Question From A Reader : "Did your experiences make you want to be a paranormal investigator...?"

The next blog entry in our story is coming soon so please subscribe to alerts or bookmark and check back!  In the meantime here is a question we got from a reader.   We always welcome questions and do our best to answer them all.  So don't be shy!

"Did your experiences make you want to become a paranormal investigator and how has your experiences changed your views on the paranormal?"

This is a question we get quite often but have never really answered in any detail.   The short answers are:  No, we're not interested in becoming investigators and yes it has changed my views.

Let me address the first part of the question.   We are in no way qualified to be investigators and don't really have a desire to do so.  Our experiences were horrifying.  It was a long 8 years of slow torture for us.  The thought of investigating and possibly bringing something home that would be more evil than what we already experienced is not a risk we wish to take.  Plus, like I said, we are not qualified to be investigators and I never want to make a mistake that would put some family in danger.  That's what happened to us-a team who didn't know what they were doing just made our situation worse. (see blog entry:  We work with The Dead Files and we're here to help..well sort of)

The answer to the second part of the question is yes, it has changed my views of the paranormal.  I must admit early on in our haunting I was in denial.  I always tried to figure out a logical explanation for what was happening.   It took the lady screaming in my ear one night to change all that.  I could no longer explain stuff away and I had to face the truth that something was indeed happening.

My whole thought process regarding the paranormal has done a complete 180.  I do believe.  It also made realize that the experiences I had in my childhood were in fact paranormal.  Now my thinking is more open minded and broader.  For us, as human beings, to believe that we are the only game in town is egotistical and naïve.  There are so many things that we don't know or that science cannot explain.  Just because not everyone has seen it doesn't mean it's not there.  Our experiences has made me question several things I was taught, learned, or accepted as fact.  It has also made me think, "why can't that happen?"

We are still learning and working on understanding our abilities.  That's a slow process but we are getting better at it. 

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.

A Temporary Safe Haven

After the incidents the week prior to filming our Dead Files episode, we decided we had no choice but protect ourselves with some very extreme measures.  Keep in mind, we are frantic and terrified by the recent events and are open to trying anything we can think of.

"We need to get out!"

I overheard Jennifer say this as she was talking to Jeremy Cook, our producer at Painless Productions.  Thankfully, Jeremy agreed and we started packing our things to go to our neighbors.  It was a quick 'get only what you need' type of packing and we did it at a frantic pace.  We were out of the house in less than 30 minutes.

We were so lucky to have some great friends who took us in without hesitation.  They were so kind to allow us to invade their home.  They took care of our girls while Jennifer & I caught our breath in order to process what had just happened.

"Everyone is getting baptized!"

"There is something evil in our house!  It's trying to kill us!" Jennifer said,  "Everyone is getting baptized!  Today!"

This was the only thing we could think to do to protect ourselves.  Jennifer called our minister briefly explained what was going on and he agreed to meet with us that afternoon.  I kept thinking to myself no one in the religious community has believed us before so why would they start now?   However, i figured it couldn't hurt and maybe it would bring us some peace of mind.  Jennifer wanted everyone baptized which meant I had to pull Chloe out of school; in the middle of exams.  Needless to say, she was not happy with me when she came to the school office and we didn't talk as we drove to the church.

When we got to the church, Jennifer and the girls were waiting for us with the minister.   We went into his office and all sat down.  He could tell we were exhausted and frantic.  He patiently listened to our story but I could tell he was having a difficult time believing it.  Hell, I would have a hard time too if I wouldn't had experienced it.

It always seems that religion falls back to the Bible when it can't explain how or why something happens, 'It's God's will', "have faith", or "We know from the Bible, that can't be."  This meeting wouldn't be much different.  I remember when we told him about the screams and the dead people we would see, his response was Bible driven.  "When you die, you either go to hell or heaven, you don't hang around.  The Bible tells us that Jesus was the only one to rise from the dead so what you're experiencing can't be happening."   After that, I knew trying to convince him would be a waste of time.  I knew what I heard, I knew what I had seen, and it certainly wasn't Biblical.  I sat silent as Jennifer talked and finally convinced him to baptized us.  I remember saying a silent prayer to myself, praying that this would bring us some relief.

A Safe Haven

We took Chloe back to school and we told her that we were staying at the neighbors until we felt safe enough to return to the house.  She said that she was going to be staying with a friend which was fine.  The paranormal experiences at the house had really divided us, especially our relationship with Chloe, so it didn't surprise us that she wouldn't want to stay with us.

Our neighbors were so wonderful to us.  They took us into their home, helped talked care of girls, feed us, and gave us a feeling of safety we hadn't felt in so long. For the first time in a long time, we slept.

We knew that the Dead Files was to start filming in the next couple of days.  We needed to go back to the house (especially to clean it up) but for now, we just wanted to rest in the safe haven of our neighbors home.  Even if it was only temporary.

Question From A Reader: "When Amy gives her recommendations...?"

As I continue to work on the next blog entry in our ghost story, I wanted to take break from it to answer this question we got from a reader.   I hope to have the next entry posted by the end of the week!

"When Amy gives her recommendations, she mentions people to contact for help 

(like Chaos Magician, Physical Medium, Reiki Master, etc).  Does she also 

give you names of people you can contact? Or are you left to find someone 

on your own?"

Amy is very prepared for the reveal.  Since her walk happens very early on in the process she does her homework while she's waiting for the reveal.  She is very meticulous during the reveal and takes notes at a furious pace.  My thoughts are that she does this so she can recommend the best people to interact with the personality of the clients.  She's prepared to recommend people if it needs to be done but she doesn't endorse anyone in particular unless she has worked with them in the past.  I feel she does all this because she knows the reveal is an overwhelming & emotional experience for the clients; at least it was in our case.  Our heads were spinning afterwards and she sensed that.  She gave us a name of a Reiki who could help us.  After trying to find people on our own without any luck, we were finally able to reach the Reiki Master Amy recommended.   That person was then able to set us up with a medium to and was also to recommended a Reiki for Heidi to use.   Without Amy's initial recommendation we would still probably be searching.  Another thing that I feel is important, if Amy gives you the name of someone, you can trust that the person is of high standards and integrity.  That was comforting to us.

I can only truly speak from our experience but some other clients have said the same regarding Amy's recommendations during the reveal.

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 Blog Reader: "Have you reached out to other families that have been on Dead Files?"

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 blog entry in our story will be 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 that come from a blog reader.

"Have you reached out to other families that have been on Dead Files?"

Yes we have.  We are actually in touch with several.  All of the families featured on The Dead Files share something in common; a traumatic experience that was difficult for other to believe or comprehend.  We support each other, share our stories, and share the things we've done to make our lives better.

When of the things we talk to each other about is the reveal.  It's only about 10 minutes of the show, but it can last well over fours.  It's emotionally draining and you hear things you don't want to hear but in the end you hope it gets you closer to some sort of closure.  The hard part comes when The Dead Files leaves, that when the work begins.  However, you can finally see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Everyone we've talked to has said the crew of the show was great.  Respectful, fun, helpful, and believed.  They don't just film and leave, they keep in touch with you.  That means a lot to us, the clients.  The fact that they continue to support & help us is what makes them different than the other shows.  They sincerely care.

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 - Quinta Parte

Alright, so now I am sufficiently horrified by the day’s events.  I continue to safeguard the kitchen and house securing anything sharp in the drawer.  Lance comes into the kitchen telling me he’s chilly and then returns to the open bedroom.  He puts on a blue flannel shirt and buttons it up mostly.  I’m busy so I don’t realize how weird this is for him to say, as he is always hot natured, and we are the ones freezing.  I am now ready to go to Grandma’s when I see him staring out the front window.  What he says shakes me to the core.  Lance is a typical jock type of guy not fancy in words nor stance.  He is 6’ tall weighs around 220 lbs.  He is a burly man with plenty of manly hair covering his chest and face.  He is NOT formal by any stretch of the imagination.  However, as I look over to him wondering why he has stopped packing to stare out the window, I notice this; while standing and peacefully looking out our front window which oversees most of our yard, with hands folded neatly behind his back, he says this to me.  “You have a very lovely place here.”  My heart drops to the floor, my nerves tense up in panic mode again, I know 100% this is NOT my husband.  Thankfully my phone was right in front of me on the bar charging.  “Thank the Lord!” I thought.  I turned on the video on my phone to catch what would come next.

Okay so here I stand trying to act cool while this strange man is in my house and no one else is around to save me.  I am scared shitless!!!  Onward through the fog I go, aiming the camera at him, as he continues to speak to me in a very proper unfamiliar phrasing of words flowing from his mouth.  After he tells me how beautiful my property is while staring out the window he carefully turns around while remaining put in front of the window.  He looks around the room at everything on the mantle and walls and then tells me you have a very nice home.  He is now walking toward me in the kitchen where I stand at the bar recording his every word.  Thankfully he is back a few feet, or I may have pissed myself.  He walks a straight line as he joins me in the kitchen.  He asks me if he could trouble me for a cup of coffee.  I of course say of course and ask him what he would like in his coffee.  Very confused by my question he says with a curious look on his face, “I would like it in a cup please, Thank you.”  I agree and walk over to the coffee pot to get away from him.  He begins to pace slowly by the entryway to the living room admiring our decorations and walls and kitchen, looking up and down happily.  I ask him if he is here with anyone else.  He says no and tells me he likes my home.  I ask him where he is from.  Luckily the video remains of this part of the story.  He tells me the story of his life where he was born and how he came to be here now.  I am not feeling safe and suggest that we go outside.  He agrees and says, “Yes I would like that.”  and then starts walking closer into the kitchen stops and says.  “I’d like that coffee now.”  I then tell him “yes of course” as I quickly try to think of a way to get him to go outside.  “I can make you some coffee outside” he seems to be appeased by this idea and we start to head out of the kitchen when the coffee pot Beeps loudly.  He is startled and confused by this sound and looks all around turning in a circle trying to find the reason for the strange beeping noise he hears.  He then looks directly at the coffee pot.  Again says “I would like that coffee now.”  Looking as if he knows I’m stalling.  “Let’s go outside!”  I notice he is looking at the drawer that I had put all the knives in, still standing in right in front of them.  I tell him “Why don’t you come over here by me?”  “I want you to come over and stand by me!”  He walks slowly over to me but keeps his distance and tells me this.  “Oh no I would not be comfortable with that!”  I ask him why not?  “that would not be proper as you are a married lady with a man in your home and we should not be alone in the house together.”  He returns to the entry of the living room and stares at Maya, Lance’s guard dog.  He is smiling at her and she is not alarmed seemingly sprawled out on the floor with her chest showing.  I ask him if he likes my dogs.  He looks straight at Maya and says this, “I like this dog!  She is beautiful.  She has a Cross on her chest!  Her mother was killed by coyotes!”  and chuckles weirdly after his statement.    Well now I am very freaked out and tell him “I am going to go outside to get your coffee.”  As I go through the kitchen to the front door he follows me, and I am glad…that is until he reaches for the doorknob to open the door for me and then stops suddenly.  He stands completely in front of my exit and says “I don’t want to go outside anymore.  I like it better in here!”  As I feel my “fight or flight” instincts kick in, my heart skips a beat, as I look up at him and see a wicked little smile.   He stands seemingly larger and blocking the door to my escape.

I think to myself…. I’M OUT!!!!!

I turn and walk as quickly as I can to my back door and get the hell out of there!  My cell phone in hand and my fingers calling 911 Emergency to call the cops to come protect me as now I feel I am in danger.  My fear remains although I feel safer because in my house is still a rifle and the knives that could potentially kill my husband who currently is nowhere to be found in his normal state.  As I stand by my front gate calling the police I hear a voice.  The 911 operator ask the typical questions for a traumatized woman.   “911 what is your emergency?”  I explain I need the police to come to my house because my husband is in danger.  “Where is your husband?”  “What is going on?”  I try to explain that he is not himself and that we have a rifle and knifes in my home and I am afraid he could get killed.  “Are you okay Ma’am?  Did he hurt you?  NO!!!  Are you safe?”  Yes!!!  Please just hurry before he gets hurt!!!!  Please hurry!!!!”  By this time, he has walked out the back door and is walking to the pond.  I am more afraid now, so I flag down the first man I see coming out of the neighborhood across from ud.  He sees my horrified face, tears rolling down my face and quickly comes to my aid.  I tell him my fears and beg him to run into the house to retrieve the rifle before Lance returns inside the house.  He runs to grab it and returns safely.  I beg him to stay with me until the police arrive because I am shaking and trembling barely able to stand at this point.  I am bawling uncontrollably loudly fearing my husband will be hurt or killed by whatever is controlling him.  Finally, the police arrive and I call Lance’s mother to return.  I tell the police he is in the back somewhere walking around.  I tell them what has happened today bits and pieces.  They think I’m crazy and asks me the typical questions.  “Has your husband started new medication?”  NO!!  “Has he ever hurt you?”  NO!!!  “Has he ever hurt himself?”  NO!!!  Please just go get him and make sure he’s safe!!!   Okay Ma’am.”  Some police go to find him, and another takes me outside the gate to safety.  By this time Lance shows up walking to the front yard and the cops stop him and handcuff him.   Poor Lance is totally alarmed as he “woke up”/returned to his body, standing in front of our pond with Maya in the water jumping on him and barking loudly trying to stop him from walking into our pond.   The police took Lance to the ambulance and they checked him out medically.  He was fine, but they wanted to take him to the hospital for an evaluation.  Knowing what that meant I refused and promised to drive him myself as he was now coherent and was not happy they were of course not believing anything he or I said to them about our day.   To prove I wasn’t lying to the police I showed them the knife in the wall and the words written all over it.  I also told them about the larger knife that had cut him previously as it flew and stabbed into the same place lower on the wall.  Most likely due to the weight of the bigger knife.  I pulled it out to show the police and they both stepped back quickly and told me put the knife down.  I did of course and apologized saying I was just telling them the facts.  They were scared but now wanted to return outside for their own safety.   I assured them I would take Lance to the hospital and they left.  Out of all who showed up to help, only one ambulance guy listened to Lance’s story and believed him.  We did not go to the hospital.  We went inside and got our stuff while Mother in Law waited for us and we drove across the street to see the girls and thank or wonderful neighbors for coming to our aid during this horrific, awfully scary, life threatening day.  They were so gracious and offered their home to us for all our safety.  They knew I would not be able to leave all my precious dogs in that horribly scary home we could no longer stay in.  After a few days Lance and I returned home allowing the girls to remain with the neighbors as they were far too afraid to return home.  We went through our home and collected all impending dangerous items that could potentially hurt our family.  Took them over to our neighbors’ house until after we felt we were safe from harm.  That would be several weeks to months later, after The Dead Files helped us and after we were able to remove the dangerous spirits who were intent on harming our family.

Semana de los Muertos-Cuarta Parte

After Lance’s Native American Chanting, I took him back inside the house.  He is completely distraught, so I tell him just go sit down on the bed.  Everything is ok just sit down and relax.  He does as I say and lies down on his side of the bed.  I then ask Emi to stay by her Dad and ask her Guardian Angels, whom she hears and speaks with, to protect her daddy and keep him safe.  She hurries over to his side and sits on the bed with him, worried sick about her daddy and prays to her angels.  Meanwhile I go with Heidi and tell her to call Grandma right away and tell her to come over.  While I’m doing this, I hear Emi scream horrified from the open bedroom and find her crying in the foray as I run back to check on her and Lance.  She is shaking with fear from the way her father looks.  Lance is now smiling with eyes squinted his face looking different and his head turned looking at us both speaking in some type of Indian language.  Strange words are flowing from him as he smiles at us happily.  He didn’t sound scary, but it was NOT my husband we were all completely scared out of our minds.  What to do now?  My protective instincts kick in much stronger now as both of my girls are clinging to me and crying in the foray as we all witness the freak show sitting on my bed.  I immediately tell Heidi to grab a blanket and Emi and run over to our neighbors’ house who are across the street in the neighborhood.   In all my turmoil this morning I discover, as the kids are running for their lives to our front gate, a customer showing up to drop off their dogs for me to babysit.  They of course see the terror in our eyes and hear the extreme fear in my voice as I beg them to please take my kids to my neighbors across the street.  My customers being completely confused and worried ask me what’s wrong?   I just repeat my request louder and tell them to take them for me now please I must get back to Lance.   Thankfully they do as I ask.

So now I must go back into my house not knowing what I will meet after I open my front door.  Lance is still sitting on the bed smiling thankfully, so I walk past him and go to the bedroom and call my mother in law.  I tell her to get over here immediately that I need her now and that Lance is NOT WELL.  She tried to get some answers and I told her “GET HERE NOW!!!”  Okay so I come out of the bedroom and check on Lance.  I had walked through the kitchen and nothing was out of order; this will come in later in the story because of what happens next.  Lance is still on the bed or whoever that Indian was.  Meanwhile my neighbors have returned drove in the driveway and are very concerned.  I am telling them what has just happened when my mother in law arrives.  I tell them I must go and will fill them in later.  Very worried they drive away and my mother in law drives in.  I tell her to go sit with Lance and give her a short idea of what is happening.  I put the visiting dogs in the back with my pack and return to the bedroom.  By now Lance wakes up and now is very surprised to see his mom sitting on the bed beside him.  Again he panics and stands up to pace and begins to feel sick and nauseous.  He goes outside to vomit.  When he returns he appears himself but extremely confused and worried.  He asks, “where are the kids?”  I told him all that had happened and he nervously, with panic in his voice, asks “did I hurt anyone?  Are they okay?” I assured him they were not hurt, only scared, and were safely across the street with the neighbors.  I ask his mom to sit and help calm him down while I call the school to let them know why the kids were not there.  I call the school barely able to speak for the fear I’m struggling with and telling the person who answered to put my friend, Debra on the phone.  She asks me, “what do you need?”  I repeat in a panicked louder voice filled with tears and fear “Put Debra on the phone!!!  I need to talk to Debra!!!”  crying though my words.  Alas I hear my friends voice.   “Hi Jennifer,  this is Debra.”  as I start talking I begin to have trouble due to my hyperventilating as I tell her what is going on and the kids will not be at school today.  “Jennifer, Jennifer, slow down I can’t understand you.”, she says.  I try to calm myself and tell her again.  Now I am crying and screaming in fear realizing what all has happened.  “Jennifer are you hurt? Do you want to me to call the police?”  I replay, “no they can’t help me! Debra can you please come over!!!” She says, “well I am working so what do you need me to do to help you”.  My immediate response is “Nothing unless you can come over!  Lanita is here and is helping me with Lance.  He is better now.”  “Okay well call me if there’s anything I can do.”, she says as we hang up the phone.  I try to calm down and stop crying so I can return to Lance.  

My mother in law suggest that we all pack our things and come stay at her house for a while to ensure our safety.  Lance seems himself, so I take her into the bedroom to tell her about the incident with the knife that had flown across Lances arm in the kitchen and cut him.  She told me she was aware of this incident.  I didn’t know but needed her to take the situation seriously.  We came out of the bedroom with me in front and we walk into the kitchen again.  I am turned backwards to her as we are talking about when we’ll get to her house.  She was adamant we come immediately and not to delay.  Lance and I agree and tell her it’s okay for her to leave.  She goes home to wait for us.

I begin to pack some clothing for all of the girls, Lance gets his things and sits on the bed baffled at what we have told him.  I return to the kitchen and as I walk into the kitchen I notice a steak knife stabbed into the wall.  I am< of course< quickly set on guard to anything that was to happen next.  The knife was stabbed into the wall under the bar which coincidentally has the bed with Lance sitting on it on the other side.  I call to him horrified to come look at what I have now found.  As we look at the knife I notice red ink and the words “DIE DIE DIE DIE” written from small to very large letters all around the knife.  The words took up about 2-3 feet all over the wall where it was written around the knife.  OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH FOR ME!!!!  WE’RE OUT OF HERE!!!  I took photos of this horrid sight for documentation and then removed the knife.

The knife in the wall with the words of warning.

Another angle of the knife in the wall.

I decided that maybe if I had the knives in a drawer it may make it harder for them to fly around the house like they had done 3 times prior to this.  All knives and anything else that could kill us, scissors, skewers and knives were enclosed in the drawer beside the dishwasher.  I needed to protect my family at all cost.

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.

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.

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.