That's hard to stomach as we have experienced so many things that have contraindicated everything they were saying. I was insulted and angry as we went to them for help and they decided without any sort of investigation that we were crazy and needed to believe in the Bible more.
The attempt to get help from religion seems to only increase the activity and anger it. It's as if we are being punished for our efforts to rid our lives of them. They begin to attack with a vengeance.
One afternoon, I had to go down to the basement. I wanted to make my trip quick so I made mental notes of what I needed and where it might be. As I made my way down, I could feel my anxiety thicken and my chest began to feel tight. I went to back of the basement and all the sudden the door slammed shut. I ran to the door and couldn't open it, I was trapped. Jennifer heard the door slam and ran down stairs. She pushed and I pulled and we just couldn't open it. I actually begin to take stock of my life, I felt that whatever was happening was going to be the end. It was going to kill me. Finally without warning the door swung open and I escaped.
I was beginning to see figures and hear them. One day at dusk, I was on the back deck and heard sound of scream. I wasn't sure if was animal or human and as I turned, I saw an Indian on horse slowly walking from behind the garage. I was frozen and scared because the look on his face was one of angry. All the sudden he charged and got me at the blink of an eye with his spear drawn. I couldn't move and just closed my eyes. I felt a coldness run through me and when I opened my eyes he was gone. I made a bee line for the house.
Knives seem to be the weapons of choice for the entities. We find them stuck in the ceiling, walls, and on the floor. While cleaning the kitchen one night, a knife we used to cut up a watermelon flew off the counter and cut me across the arm. For some reason, I wasn't as scared as I had been the past. I was angry and I wanted to fight. I felt it was a cowardly move and if they wanted to fight, they should fight me fairly. That way I could see what I was fighting and could protect myself and my family.
|The cut on my arm from the knife that flew the kitchen. I still have the scar to this day.|
I was very hesitate to give it to them to use as I knew it would bring criticism that it was staged and fake. That was the last thing I wanted because we were already getting enough of that and it was wearing on us. After a long discussion with the producers, I decided to let them use it. They had their camera & video experts look at it, review it, and dissect it. They came to the conclusion it was authentic and they said it was one the most amazing videos they had seen. The drawers in our kitchen are old and they take a considerable about of effort to open them. They just can't be opened with one finger.
Meanwhile, the storm of violence gains strength and begins to intensify.