The girls no longer sleep in their bedrooms because they're too afraid. Jennifer sleeps with them on the couch. The girls are sick most days and are starting to miss a lot of school. Jennifer's health is also trending downward.
The activity is running at full throttle now. So much so that's it's hard to single one thing out versus something else.
A woman screaming
Things flying through the air
A man laughing and yelling
Spoon traveling to who knows where and then returning.
Light bulbs having to be replaced weekly.
It appears that some of the activity is now targeting and trying to cause harm. We have knives that disappear then we will find them stuck in the ceiling. We will find our silverware scattered all over the kitchen floor. However, the scariest things happen in the basement.
I went into the basement late one afternoon, while there the door slammed shut. It slammed so hard that it knocked off some of the pictures off the wall upstairs. I was terrified and I ran as quickly as I could to the door however, I couldn't open it. Jennifer and Chloe were on the other side trying to push it open but when we would get it opened just a little, it would slam back shut. Finally without warning, it just flew open. I got out of there as fast as I could. We decide that the basement is off limits-no one is to go down there.
One day Chloe tells us that her boyfriend found a stray dog and he wants to keep it but he has to ask his parents. Until he can do that, he want's to keep the dog out our place. The last thing I wanted was another dog at the house. My answer is "negative Ghostrider, the kennel is full." However, at my house, I'm like the Queen of England; I'm the Head of State yet I have no authority. My no vote on the dog is overruled by Jennifer. Just as I thought, his parents say no.
She's a unique looking dog. She appears to be part Husky and German Shepard. She has one brown eye and one blue eye. She's well behaved and we quickly learn she's been trained to be some sort of service dog. I find it very strange that a dog like this would just be wondering the streets. She obviously belongs to someone. I post everywhere but no one knows who's dog it is and no one claims her. She becomes a member of our family. We name her Maya.
|Hi, I'm Maya. I here to protect you.|
If something was around me, she would perk up. Look around and sometimes have a low growl. She would do this until whatever was around me was gone. One time, in the middle of the night, I was awoken by a door shutting. I didn't think much of it as I thought it was just one of the girls. I soon heard heavy, slow foot steps. It was someone who was wearing boots and the steps & strides made me think it was a man. Maya jumped on the bed and laid across my chest I was petrified with fear but I watched as Maya's head followed every step. When the footsteps stopped she jumped down and ran to the place where they stopped.
|The front of Maya's tag|
|The back of Maya's tag. Blessed are those who protect.|