Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Question From A Reader: "Just who takes any advice from Amy Allen-maybe her producer.LOL"

I don't normally answer questions that are ridiculing.  This popped up on Facebook as a reply to a post I made on a group page. At first, I brushed it off but after thinking about it some more I decided to respond. The question is probably rhetorical but I felt it warranted a response because the question, and it's answer, are the whole reason why we are telling our story.  

"Just who takes any advice from Amy Allen-maybe her producer.LOL"

Well, we do.  We had been victims of a slow deterioration for 8 long years.  As time moved forward and our situation worsened, we lost our will to fight.  Without Amy's help there's no telling what the outcome may have been.  When everyone else abandoned us, or made our situation worse, Amy and the rest of the Dead Files crew came to our aid.

Part of the reason we didn't publicly make our situation know and limited who we discussion it with, was because of questions such as this one.  We didn't want to be ridiculed, made fun of, or judged.  People who don't understand or haven't experienced paranormal are quick to dismiss others as crazy, disturbed, morally lost.  We didn't want that.

Questions and comments such as the one posted will cause those who are experiencing terrible things not to come forward.  They will not get the help they need. Their suffering will continue and they will eventually lose their will to fight.  At that point, they may be beyond help.  That's a terrible way to live.

It takes strength and courage to come forward and say, "Hey, this is happening and I don't care if you don't believe but we need help!"  It took us being on a TV show to finally get help and we don't regret that decision at all.

Those who are suffering should be encourage to come forward and get help.  More importantly those who step forward and offer help should be respected because at least they did something.   This question demonstrates this person can't do either.   He just pushes people back into their terrifying situation.and discourages them from getting help.

We are the opposite of him. We share our story in hopes of giving other's strength and courage to come forward.  Supporting them and encouraging them to get help.   

If you are experiencing something that you can't explain, seek out help.  Do let people like this guy deter you from coming forward.  No one should suffer in silence out of fear of being ridiculed or judged.

Oh, by the way, to the comment poster,  you spelled her last name wrong.  It's Allan.  If you're going to insult someone at least spell their name correctly.

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.

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Question From A Reader : "I love seeing pictures of your home. Do you ever see the dead in any of your photos...?"

We just posted an update to our ghost in the blog.  It's titled Time to Cowboy Up!  Check it out and please share it.  We would really appreciate the support!

We're starting to get into the nuts and bolts of our Dead Files episode and how they helped up so the blogs entries may be a little shorter but they will be more frequent.  All you have been so patient between entries, we appreciate that so much.

We still enjoy getting questions.  Your questions help us think through things and also help us through the healing process.  One thing to keep in mind is that we went through nearly 8 years of hell until we finally got a handle on things.  Healing from that takes time and all of you are a part of that healing process, for that we thank you.

Here's a question we got from Trish Calcote via social media.

"I love seeing pictures of your home. Do you ever see the dead in any of your photos, videos or hear them in your voicemail etc?"

If you follow us on social media you've probably seen a lot of pictures of our ranch, horses, and dogs.  We love our place despite all the past issues.  We take pictures in the moment; when something funny seems to be happening or just the shear beauty of what we see. Our house is filled with framed prints of most of the pictures you see on social media.  We never set out to take pictures in an attempt to capture something.  We also discourage others from taking pictures on our ranch in hopes of catching something paranormal.  To us, that's just a recipe for disaster.


We've never really explored the pictures beyond what the subject of it is.  I'm sure if we study some of the pictures in more detail we may find something questionable.  Especially if they were taken from 2008-2016.  Most of the time we take pictures and they're quickly uploaded to our social media accounts without really look at them. Maybe some day we'll go back and look to see if we did catch something.  

There has been times that we've gotten activity by accident.  The first being during a birthday party we had for Chloe.  Several of the pictures had orbs and something that looks really menacing in one of the pictures.  You can look at those pictures in the Party Crashers blog entry.

We caught the scream of the crazy woman on video by complete accident once.  Emi was making a video of herself making Reese's Peanut Butter cups and the crazy woman screamed as she was recording.  You can see the video in the blog entry You Scream, I Scream, But She Screams Louder!  This was an important video for us because it finally gave us the evidence we needed to convince others that something was truly happening.

We have also had issues with our cell phones at times.  I remember one time during a phone conversation, we could hear whispering.  We couldn't make out what was being said but it appeared to be a woman's voice.  At first I thought it was just interference but we hung up to try to get a better connection and she was still there.  I changed phones and the whispering continued.  The whispering was non-stop and lasted throughout each call.  We had times when our phones would ring with random calls from people.  We would answer but no one would be on the other end.  When we would call them back they would tell us they didn't call.  One other issue with a phone happened as Jennifer and I were watching TV.  Out of the blue, a woman screaming came through my phone. It was about four or five screams.  The strange thing was that my phone was on silent.

We also had an issue with a television shortly after we moved here.  You can read about that in blog entry This Was Open, and This Was Open, and This Was Open.  This activity was the first thing that made my mind start to question things.

Your question made me think about to an incident that happened when I was in my mid twenties.  I lived alone at the time and things would happen that seemed odd but I was always able to come up with some sort of logical explanation.  However there was one thing that nothing could explain away.  One evening, the phone rang.  The first thing I noticed was the amount of static on the line.  It was like an old radio.  I said hello a few times but nothing but static.  As I was about to hang up, heard a voice. "Lance?  It's uncle Jerry.  Tell your mom I'm okay." I was frozen in shock because it was his voice.  I was finally able to respond, "what, who is this?"  The voice on the other end replied. "Tell her I'm okay."  Then the called disconnected.  I quickly hit *69 to call the number back but got a recording, "the number you called is no longer in service."  A rush of fear and anxiety ran through me and I immediately called my mother.  After I told her what had happened, she said "I was just thinking about your uncle Jerry this morning for some reason and hoping he was okay."

Thanks for the question Trish!  I hope I was able to answer it for you!

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.

Monday, April 9, 2018

Time to Cowboy Up!

We slept so well at our friends house.  We felt safe and secure as well as relaxed.  I realized it was the first time we had felt that way in nearly 8 years.

However, we knew we had to get back to the house as filming was about to begin.  Jennifer and I decide it's time for us to pull ourselves up and get ready for Steve and Amy.  With that being said, we made our way back to the house but left Heidi and Emi with our friends.

Our house was a disaster.  We left in such a hurry that we didn't secure the dogs enough and they ran a muck.  Even so, the entire mess couldn't be blamed on them.  Things were out of place; furniture moved, cabinets open, pictures that once hung on the walls now on the floor.  The house felt extremely heavy.  The air was thick and had a feeling of death.  The smell of pipe and tobacco smoke could be smelt throughout the house.

A friend came with us to help us but also to protect us.  We wanted him their just in case I was jumped again.  We wanted someone there who could protect Jennifer and get her out of there.  Thankfully, nothing happened but while we cleaning up the mud room we could hear the crazy woman screaming and slamming doors.  Her screams sounded more hysterical than ever and the violence in which the doors were being slammed was unreal. I felt as if she knew Amy was coming.  We quickly cleaned as much as we could, gather some cloths, secured the dogs, and left for the day.

We were running out of time so the next day was zero hour for us.  We had to get the house in presentable shape as the filming was scheduled to start the following day.  This time it was an all hands on deck as we quickly picked up all the clutter, placed it in black trash bags and put it in the basement.  Jennifer was the only one allowed to go down to the basement as we didn't want to risk me getting trapped as I had been a couple of times before.  It's amazing how quickly you can get things cleaned and organized when you know a television show is on it's way.

It was hectic but that was good for us.  It kept our minds off all the other things that were going on and we were so excited about the possibility of finally getting real answers.  We were finally able to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  We would finally be able to rid ourselves of the evil that had invaded and controlled our lives.  The day of reckoning was upon them.

We sent the girls back over to the neighbors as they had done all they could do.  Chloe had helped some but we sent her away too just in case.  The safety of our girls was our top concern.  Jennifer and I stayed to do a bit more cleaning.  We did as much as we could but exhaustion set it in and we had to stop.  It was a good stopping point to because I could hear footsteps in the house and the smell of pipe and tobacco smoke was starting to fill the air.

The next day was the day, the entire Dead Files crew would be at house at 3:00 PM.  We didn't have much time so we hurried over to the house and got busy.  Lots of coffee was defiantly needed.  We cleaned, scrubbed, vacuumed, mopped, and dusted.    Our house had really fallen into disrepair over the years.  We just lacked the drive and energy to keep it up-at least to our standards.  Whatever was here had sucked the life out of us.  Any of you watched our episode saw the end result; a nice clean house.  It was cleanest our house had been since our saga began and it took every ounce of remaining energy we had to get it that way.

We had to be out of the house before the crew arrived.  That meant the next hurdle to jump was going to be even more challenging.  Keep in mind, we are working ranch/farm which means we have animals; lots of them.  We had to move every single animal off the property.  The hardest part was moving our dogs to my mother's house in town.  This was a massive undertaking as dog breeding is one of our businesses.  So we loaded approximately 22 dogs in the truck and off we went.  Mother Nature decided to have some fun with us and it started pouring down rain right as we left.  Maya and Ashby (the Lab we had at the time) were in the truck bed get pounded by the rain.  We joked that they needed a bath anyway but it had to be unpleasant for them.

We finally made it to my mother's, unloaded the dogs, set them up in her basement and decided to treat ourselves to a dinner out.  We want to give ourselves a moment to catch our breathe and enjoy ourselves a bit. 

However, the joy of a nice dinner would come with a side of unpleasent activity.


Sunday, April 1, 2018

Question From A Reader "Have you become more closer in your religious faith...?"

We are still working on the next blog entry in our ghost story.  We've gotten behind due to birthdays, anniversary, work, and just the basic aspects of life.  We're getting back on track so we should have it posted soon.  Thanks for your patience.

Oh, if you enjoy reading our blog would you mind sharing it?  We would really appreciate it!

We always welcome questions and do our best to answer them all.   Some we answer as blog post too.  Here's a question we got from Angie Tassistro via Twitter!

"Have you become more closer in your religious faith since finding out you all have spiritual gifts? Have you thought about asking a priest to bless your home for extra barriers since that spiritual path will always exist in front of your house?"

This is an interesting question as well as a difficult one to answer.  The reason being is because it would depend on what your religious beliefs are.  Do you believe in the conventional theory of organized religion or do you think that there is more to it than just a cookie cutter belief?

I would say that my experiences have caused me to be more open to other possibilities and less conformed to a one size fits all belief.  I now believe that there is more out there than what we were raised to believe and for us, as human beings, to believe in one way of being is egotistical and naive.

When we were really struggling during our haunting, we sought help from religion.  The first advice I got was, "you really need to re-read The Bible."  That was followed by "There's Heaven , Earth, and Hell.  Nothing more."  So, in a nutshell they didn't believe what was happening to us.

Our final attempt to get help didn't result in much help at all.  "When you die, you either go to Heaven or Hell depending on how you live your life.  You do stay here.  The only person to have risen from the dead is Christ.  So what you are describing can not be happening."

It was very difficult to run to something for help and basically get turned away.

None of this means I have lost my faith at all.  It just means I am open to the possibility of there being more than what we've been taught to believe.   I don't feel as if I'm closer to my faith but I feel as if my faith is now enhanced by being more spiritual-a belief that there is more and I respect it all without truly knowing what it is.

We have had our home, as well as ourselves, blessed because of the spiritual path that exist in front of our house.  The catch is that it's not necessarily the path that is an issue but it's our abilities that is.  The path has probably always been here, the only thing different is our abilities.  This means we have to continue to learn about our abilities, how to control them & our environment, and how to protect ourselves.  We protect ourselves by the strength in our faith, strength in ourselves, watching out for one another, cleansing & blessing our surroundings,  and believing in more than what is normal.

The real fact is that there is no magic recipe for us.  It's trial and error along with continuing to educate ourselves and daily effort to move forward.

 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.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

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 naive.  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.

Saturday, March 24, 2018

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.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

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.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

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.

Thursday, March 8, 2018

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.

Friday, March 2, 2018

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.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

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, & 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.

Saturday, February 24, 2018

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.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

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.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

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.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

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.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

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.

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