I'm Tired

It has taken me a few days to decide if I wanted to update this Blog or not. The reason being. If I update with whats going on now. Does that admit failure? I made a promise a few years back to keep this Blog updated and truthful. So that is just what I'm going to do. My readers deserve that.

I see that my last post was on August 14th. So let me back up a bit for you.

Cari and I had been blessing the house, and playing gospel music from time to time. Things were really getting better. We were all sleeping better. A few of us had even seized the opportunity to be home alone. And everything was just fine. Each day that passed was getting better and better. We were getting a taste of having a healthy home life.Along with the joy of gaining our house back. We got an unexpected surprise. Cari gave birth Sept 2 to a beautiful baby girl. This baby was an unexpected gift.No one knew she was coming! Not even Cari. LOL! So we were all shocked when a trip to the ER to get pain medication for a kidney stone. Resulted in the birth of our granddaughter.But we were entirely thrilled to have this new addition to the family. Even through all the joy this new little one brought. I couldn't help but wonder how this was going to impact the atmosphere in the house.After all, the birth of a baby was what set things in motion for us last time.I pushed this thought to the back of my mind.And tried to forget about it.
  We were getting things ready for the new baby to come home when Marty asked me what I thought this was going to do to the house.I told him I had been trying not to think about that too much. That maybe since things were better, we would have no problems. So we didn't talk about it again.A few weeks went by, and the new baby was settling in just fine. It looked like we had won. It was over.Now the grandchildren would grow up happy and healthy with nothing to fear.I felt so very blessed.The family was all out on the front porch one evening, enjoying the colder fall weather. When Chris said, "Honey, the baby is crying." So Cari gets up and goes to check on her. She comes back outside and says, "It wasn't her. She is sound asleep." Marty looked over at me. I pushed the thought from my mind as quickly as it entered. Days went by without too much happening. Until Marty and Cari both heard a baby cry. Upon checking, our little girl would be sound asleep. I could push this away, as I have yet to hear it.
  Cari came to me a few times and asked that I stop moving furniture at all hours of the night. That was code for letting me hear what had happened without having to discuss it in the house. So that is the way it would be for the next few days."Cari, would you please stop calling my name?" "Marty, would you please not walk up and down the hall half the night?". On and On it went. We would let the others know what was happening, without talking about it.
 Last week Marty walked into our bedroom and came right back out quicker than he had walked in. He was white as a sheet. He looks right at me, and says,"I just watched the cover move across the bed!" I could see on his face that this had rocked him to the core. It had been unexpected. My worst fears were now being realized. Our Grandson has also begun to miss behave in ways he never did before. Like hitting the dogs.Chasing the dogs. Throwing dirt in their eyes. And trying to run over them. He has had countless spankings. To no avail. Last night, Marty and I were standing in the kitchen talking. We heard Cari's cigarette lighter strike. We both look over to speak to her. There is no one but Marty and me in the room.
  Today, I had been working on some Christmas graphics. My back was getting tired of sitting at the computer. So I thought, just as soon as I got caught up, I would see if Cari wanted to take a break. As I was putting the finishing touches on my work. I heard Cari walk into. She was about six feet behind me at this point. She picked up her coffee cup, took a sip and placed it back on the table. Just as she lit her cigarette, I turned to ask her. And there was no one else in the room....................Would you believe me, if I said.....I'm tired?  I'm to the very core of my being, tired.

The beginning of the end.......

It took me a few days to get my head on straight, to be able to post about the latest happenings. This part has scared me into some action. (More on that later.)
As you know. Everyone in my home has come down with different symptoms. And all four of us had had to go see Dr.'s (Marty had a kidney stone. Chris sank into a deep depression, Cari has been having issues with her stomach.And I have a severe sinus infection)
Saturday was when I made my last post. And Saturday night was when I reach my breaking point. I have spoken about all of us being sick. Well, Sat night was the sickest I have been in my 46 years of life. I lay here to sick to move my head from the pillow. And I never knew my DIL was on the other end of the house going through her own hell that same night. I remember laying there in bed, too sick to move.I looked up at the clock, It was around three am. I started to pray. I felt with everything in me, that I wouldn't make it through the night. I prayed with every fiber of my soul. I must have dozed off when I woke the sun was shining. But I could barely get out of bed. I was so very sick. I made it to the kitchen. And Marty still so ill himself, made us Coffee. As Chris and Cari entered the kitchen, you could just see it in there faces. They had become shells of themselves. As we all talked, I found out that Cari had the same thoughts I had, She didn't think she would make it through the night. I felt in my heart it was about to take one of us. I got up and turned every TV on in the house to preaching, rather loudly. I felt the power of god overtake my home till it brought tears to my eyes. It was like fresh air after the rain. I knew then that we were going to be OK.

Tomorrow, Cari and I will throw open the windows to this house and bless it inside out. We are two women that are claiming our home, our families and our lives back. If I have to do this every week for the rest of my life. So be it. I'm done with this thing. It's on its way out. NEVER TO RETURN

And the tide is coming in

We have noticed over time that most of the activity comes in waves. So now the tide is rolling in again.....

Once again, Lacie (The Pit Bull) is hell-bent on not staying in her room. We are talking about a very overweight female here, that hates the hot weather. And all of a sudden, she no longer wants to be in her comfy air conditioned room. It took us a few days to realize this was happening again. But Marty took the holy water and blessed her room. Once again she is happy as can be staying in there. And only scratches on her door about three times a day to be let outside. Before the blessing, she scratched her door and cried around the clock. Poor Baby.

A few days ago, Marty had gotten sick with a kidney stone. It was pretty early in the morning. And the kids were still in bed. I was helping Marty get back in the bed and adjusting a fan to blow on him, as he was feeling nauseous. About the time I turned the fan on. A knock began on the kitchen table. Very slowly at first. " Marty, this table is knocking" I'm looking over my shoulder at the kitchen table. I look back at Marty, he didn't hear me. He is trying to get into the bed as best he can being in such pain.The knocking is getting steadily faster as I try to adjust this pedestal fan.I look back at the table just in time to see it rise about two inches and slam to the floor! I jump into the bedroom past the fan! I look over at Marty. He has his back to me. My heart is racing, and I am terrified to leave the room. But Marty is just to sick to deal with this. So I swallow my terror and ask him if he needs anything. I adjust the fan and leave the room. The table is all quite now.

Yesterday Marty and I watched as a package of dinner napkins flew from the top of the refrigerator and landed in the middle of the kitchen floor.

Last night, Chris called us all into the living room where he with a broken foot is surrounded by a freezing air and foul odor. We then and there join hands and say the lord's prayer. Cari and I felt this air rush between us just as we began to pray out loud. The cold and the smell were then gone.

Today, my young grandson was shoved very very hard to the floor. An open area where there was absolutely nothing around him that he could have tripped on. We all knew he was shoved the moment it happened.

And since Thursday, I have been the absolute sickest I have ever been in my entire life.Most of my time has had to be spent in my bed. And even with the latest antibiotics, I show no signs of getting any better........The tide rolls in again.

The Radios

We have still been hearing the footsteps in the hall. And the occasional out of place voice.

But what happened yesterday, kind of shook me.

Marty was getting ready to go for a walk. Which he does from time to time as we have 21 acres of densely wooded property. He got out the two walkie-talkies and turned them on, handing me one. (We do this in case I need him while he is on the lower part of our property.)He then picked up a camera, and we talked for a minute before he left.After he was gone about five minutes, the walkie-Talkie went off with a static female voice.You couldn't make out what it said. But my blood went cold. It was my voice.Marty responded with, "What did you say.?"Cari and I just looked at each other. Marty had thought that was me. The static voice once more tried to speak. And again we couldn't make out what was said.I grabbed mine up and keyed my mic. I said, "Baby, that's not me."Then my radio went silent. Absolutely no battery left. Cari and I just looked at each other. Like, what just happened? I guess three minutes passed and Marty came back in the back door. "What did you need?, My radio just died." WHAT?! After talking with him. We found out that he never got my response of, "Baby, that's not me."His radio just died, Exactly like mine had. Well, we decided to take all the batteries out of the radios and put them in the charger. So once again, he left. This time taking the cell phone.Not five minutes after he left, one of the radios tried to key the mic............with the batteries in the charger. Cari looked at me and said,"Make sure those mofo's are OFF." After checking all four. None had been left on.

Now I know this is a radio frequency, and other things can be picked up.Cell phones, scanners, ham radios and such. But not with my voice. Everything else can be explained all you like. But three of us know that was my voice that came over that radio yesterday.And I wasn't talking.

Footsteps

This is just a quick update. But it was something relatively new to me.

My daughter in law has been telling me for years that she hears footsteps at night. Their bedroom is at the end of the hall, and she hears these footsteps in the hallway. Well, I have never had the opportunity to experience this, until the other night.Marty and I were getting ready for bed. We always go to bed before the kids. So we were doing our nightly routines. I head for the potty, then Marty shows up to use the potty also. I heard Marty coming down the hall, as I do every night at this time. He came on into the bathroom with me. Then we listened to our son Chris, hurry down the hall into their room, then back up the hallway to the living room. Chris is a rather tall guy. And you could tell by the footfalls that he had a big stride.We had just finished up in the bathroom and went into the living room to say goodnight to the kids. I expected to see Chris just sitting back down.But to my surprise, he was sitting. I asked if he had just been down the hall. He says, "no." Marty and I just glance at each other and leave it at that. After we got into our bedroom, I asked Marty if he had heard Chris hurry down the hall while we were in the bathroom.He too listened to the exact same thing.As usual, we just let it go and go to bed. I mean, what else can you do?

Our Black Friday

Last week, the guys were off work all week. So we spent the whole week doing things as a family.I can't remember when we have had so much fun. It was just like all was right with the world.And for once in a very long time. I felt perfect peace and contentment within myself. We were all together, and nothing would ever change that........until Friday. Friday, was the day that we had to drop Chris off. For some reason, I really had a hard time with it. And my poor DIL was just coming unglued. When we arrived home that evening. You could feel the heaviness when we all walked in. I knew the presence was there.You could almost smell it.
That night, Marty was up numerous time to chase unfound noises.While I slept, I was plagued with nightmares. The next morning didn't dawn bright and happy. More like dreary and impending. Marty and I were discussing the night over coffee. I stood up to go over and turn the AC down. Just as I stood, a baby gate in the hallway toppled over. Like something had tried to rush out of the room before it was seen. Marty and I knew how strange this was. But we let it go. Later my grandson's toys played by themselves just as I started to walk down the hall. This time it was me and my DIL in the house. My grandson was sound asleep.We listened to the eerie toy sounds without speaking. I felt that familiar chill go up my spine. But I continued to walk down the hall. Just as I got right outside my grandson's room, they stopped. My DIL went in to see about him, and he was sound asleep.
Sunday seemed to be uneventful

Rock Bottom

It's taken me a while to decide if I even wanted to post this or not. It is more on the personal side. And I'm not sure I am ready to give out that much personal information on my family. But here it goes, I will try to tell what has happened, while still maintaining some privacy for the people involved.

Last Friday My husband Marty and I, along with our DIL, went to buy groceries. Our Son Chris stayed home to watch his son. I guess we were gone about an hour and a half. When we pull up in the yard, I see that Chris is outside playing with his son. Not so unusual. But it was a bit chilly to be playing outside that day.The three of us unload the groceries from the car. I walk past Chris on my way inside and speak to him. I noticed when he responded that something was wrong. (A mother can always read her child.) As I walk into my sunroom, I can feel a heaviness.And the room felt way to warm.( Sort of like when you have too many people in a place at a family function.) So as soon as I could turn loose from putting away groceries, I went back out to talk to him. I asked what had happened. He looks at me and says,"It's that thing in the house." I said What?, What happened? Then he tells me how an overwhelming depression all but devoured him.And He felt he had to get his son and get out of the house. And I have never heard him say this before. But he said he was not going back in there. So I go inside, find the holy water, and the binding prayer Dennis gave us. I hand this over to Marty. He goes room to room praying.Once back in the sunroom we both put our hands on the bible and recite the lord's prayer. You could feel the air getting lighter around you. I then took my son next door to my mom's house. I had her anoint and pray for him. He said, after the prayer. He felt so much better.
Then we came home together, came inside, and the house felt so good! It was light and airy and just a happy place to be. That lasted all weekend.

Then Tuesday, the guys were at work. My DIL and I were working on our computers. The house was very quiet. Out of the blue, we hear the worst growl have ever heard in my life. Not entirely animal, not entirely human. But it came from somewhere behind us. My blood went cold. I quickly turned around. I could tell she had just heard it too.We tried to ignore it the best we could and went back to work. A while later, I went to clean up in the bathroom. The whole time I was in there, I just felt I wasn't alone. I looked twice to see if my daughter in law was standing in the doorway. Now, this is broad daylight mind you. But I just couldn't get out of there fast enough.

We have now planned another house blessing.I feel that we really have to get this thing gone soon.

Just now, my grandson was hiding under the blankets in his bed terrified.Apparently, he saw a man in his room. I want the house thoroughly blessed before we get him moved into his own room.

Interesting Weekend

We had a fun Training / Investigation with some of our team members Saturday. However, we were in a very old graveyard. I have heard so many times that if you don't prepare yourself that things can follow you home. Luckily my family was well aware of this and took the proper precautions.We even joked about we didn't have room for any more hauntings here.

But as we expected, Saturday night got interesting here.
As usual, Marty and Chris were on the perspective xboxs. Chris was in the Sunroom. Marty was in our bedroom. Both of them wear Turtle Beaches, so they hear very little of what is going on around them. My DIL was on her laptop at the kitchen table. I am at my desk. When for no reason. The toilet flushes.And not just the sound you get from a faulty fill valve. It was a complete flush. I turn around to look at my DIL. She was looking at me. So I knew she had heard it too.We just go back to what we were doing, without mentioning it. Later, Marty goes outside to feed the dogs. As usual, he leaves the TV on, and his game paused because he knows he is coming right back. He had just walked out the front door when I heard the TV cut itself off. Followed by the Xbox. Yep BOTH! I turned to look at my DIL, again, she is looking at me. This time, with raised eyebrows.We say nothing about it. And go back to what we were doing.Marty comes back in, goes into the bedroom. And says,"Who turned off my TV?" I reply, "no one." He says, "OK.Gotcha" Then goes back to his game. Meanwhile, the toilet flushes a few more times.Not in a row. But spaced out about every five minutes or so.Finally, that gets on my nerves. So I get up, go to the bedroom doorway, and ask Marty if he would please stop the toilet from flushing.He gives me this funny look, so I have to explain that the toilet won't stop flushing randomly.(Just like a man) He says, let me know if it does it again. OK, fine. It didn't do it again. But still, he could have gone and checked, Right? LOL.

Th rest of the evening and night was rather quiet. Marty and I went to bed around midnight. We watched some TV, then got ready for sleep. Marty got up and turned off the TV. I snuggled into my pillow, ready to drift off. (About three or four minutes) And the TV comes back on. Marty gets up again, turns off the TV. He gets back into bed. Neither of us speaks about what just happened. We just snuggle in and go to sleep.

Sunday was uneventful for the most part.We all had a lovely lazy day at home.
But last night...We were all in our usual places (You know the evening drill by now.) When my DIL and I heard what seemed to be wagon wheels on cobblestone. I have never in my life heard this. But that is precisely what it sounded like. We only heard this a few times in about ten minutes. Then it was just gone.A few of our dogs, barked and or growled at a few unseen things. But other than those minor annoyances. Things were quite for the most part.

Can Spirit Energies make you sick?

I have heard and read many things about how the spirit world (Paranormal, if you will) About Spirit energies being able to make us sick. Well for the past three years. I have been to more testing places, and Dr. visits than I have in my whole life combined. I have never been a sick person. And hardly ever caught a cold. But, just to show you what I mean,
Here is my medication list. And I am only 46 years old.

Prescrip # 6026551        Nexium                                        40 MG              Once a day
Presrip # 6030660          Tramadol                                     50 MG              2 Tablets 3x a day
Prescrip # 6029415         Fluoxetine / Prozac                    20 MG                 Once a day
Prescrip # 6035304         Cyclobenzaprine / Flexeril       10 MG                   1 tablet 3x daily
Prescrip # 6033958         Gabapentin / Neurontin            300 MG                1 tablet 2x daily
Prescrip # 6028440         Meloxicam / Mobic   1               5 MG                  Once a day
Prescrip # 6028786         Crestor                                                                 Once a day
Prescrip # 6035306          Prednisone                              20 MG                2 tablets every day for 5 days as needed
Prescrip # 6045773           Naproxen                                 500 mg             1 tablet 2 times daily
Prescrip # 6040846           Calcium                                    500 mg             3x a day
Prescrip # 6040847           Vitamin D                                 1,000 units        once a day
Advair Inhaler                                                                    250/50 one inhalation 2x daily
Proventil                                                                           2 puffs every 4 to 6 hours as needed (Rescue inhaler)

Lidoderm Patches 3 patches for 12 hours daily
Vitamin D 1,000 units once a day

Yep. Amazing isn't it. When I look at this, I'm just shocked.
So that brings me to what has happened the last couple of weeks. I mentioned in my previous post that this thing had really been affecting Marty. Well, I have started feeling better. I have even been able to go off some of my meds. But the better I get. The worse Marty gets. Coincidence? I don't know. At this point, I don't know if I even believe in coincidence anymore.

If anyone out there has experienced something similar. I would love to hear from you.

Shadow People?

I have done a lot of research on shadow people. Actually, not a lot can be found on them. (Guess I need to talk to Amy Allen.(Smiles.I like Amy)) But from what I have seen. Nothing about them is good. Sooooo, here is why I was researching them, to begin with. I guess it has been a couple of weeks back now, but I was startled awake by a blast of thunder during the night. I lay there in the dark listening to the heavy rain coming down. I looked up at our doorway and saw Chris standing there, just as I was about to speak, the lightning lit up the room. There was nothing there.And as the flash faded back into black, the dark shadow that I had seen, was gone too.I felt a sheer raw terror crawl down my spine.The fright that I felt at that moment was indescribable. Then, luckily, that also began to fade. I told the family about it the next morning. But no one else had any strange experiences during the night.So I sort of forgot about it. Until a few nights later. I woke up at 12:00 for no reason at all. I lay there and listened, but the house was quiet, so I drifted back off. Later during the night, i turned over in my sleep. And I had a strange feeling of being watched. I opened my eyes to see, what appeared to be a shadow of about five feet tall standing about two feet inside our bedroom door. A jolt of adrenaline shot through my body as the fear kicked in.I tried hard to focus on it. Yes, I could see it! Then it began to fade and was gone. I looked up at the clock on my headboard. 3:33.I don't like that fact that it was closer this time. Smaller is good. But closer to me is a scary thing.
So, a couple of nights later, the same thing.I wake up feeling watched.It is about a foot smaller, and a foot closer. I tried my best to wake Marty as I was terrified. But it faded away again before I could get him fully awake.The next few nights, nothing happened. Then on a Saturday night. Marty was in our bedroom playing Xbox. My DIL and I were watching TV. It was getting pretty late, probably around eleven or eleven thirty. Being that we hadn't eaten dinner yet. My DIL and I decided to go fix us something. I went to the bedroom doorway and asked Marty if he wanted to eat with us. He mumbled something that I didn't hear. But my DIL and I went ahead and fixed our dinner. We went back out to the sunroom with our plates to watch TV.Just as we got sat down good, Marty came out of the bedroom and opened the front door to let the dogs out. My DIL and I had let them out just a bit earlier, and they were all sleeping now.I said, we have just let them out, they don't need to go until morning.Marty turned right at me, with the most hateful look I have ever seen him give, and says, Then stop your bitching and moaning! I was so shocked! I said, what??!! He says, you have done nothing but complain for hours now! Just stop it! And storms back into the bedroom. My DIL and I just sat there with our mouth's open.Neither of us had spoken to him since about 6 pm. Roughly six hours ago! We went ahead and ate our dinner in silence. Then went to bed. Marty was already asleep.The next morning over coffee, I called Marty out oh his behavior the night before.And asked him what in the world he had been talking about.He swore that I had been complaining about him for hours.But I wasn't. Then it dawned on me, our DIL had said that she had heard our voices before when no one was home. He had to be hearing something that we didn't. I was shocked!! After this, we have decided that no one spends any amount of time alone anymore.If you are in a room by yourself. You come out every so often, or someone comes in.That day went rather peaceful. The next morning we were all up getting ready for work when I went back to the bedroom to get something..I froze at the doorway. MARTY!! COME HERE!! Our whole bed was covered in blood! No dogs had been in there that morning. But we checked them all anyway. Nothing. We checked each other. Nothing. I got them in the wash as quickly as I could. I hate the smell of blood! We still don't know how this happened. But every one of us saw it.

If anyone out there knows more about these occurrences, please contact me. I would love to talk with you.

UPDATE My DIL was going into my room just a little bit ago, and she saw a small very dark (dog size) shadow on the floor.She said it felt like pure evil.