Is it getting worse?

 OK, I'm going to blame myself for all of this. I had heard many times that this could happen, but, until it happens to you, you sort of brush it off. And that is exactly what I have done.

Now I'm going to do a quick recap here in case some of you haven't been following me. 

This blog was originally a way of keeping up with the paranormal things that were going on in our home. I started this many years ago. Finally, we had our home blessed and had no more problems for years. I was diagnosed with breast cancer about five years ago. While fighting cancer the coronavirus hit, then my father died. The day my father died I was suddenly and unexpectedly thrust into another world. A world where my mother has dementia and she needs my help daily. My mother and father had hidden my mother's dementia. And they hid it well. My whole life was turned upside down. And through all of the above, I have hung strong. I have never broken down and cried. Not for myself, not for my dad, and not for my mom. I have been rock steady. But, I'm keeping all of these emotions bottled up. I feel like I will lose all control if I allow myself to cry. Being told I had cancer rocked my world. But it rocked my family's world even more. I had to be strong for them. I was very close to my dad and when he died I was the one to make all of the phone calls and take control. I had to be strong. My mother is declining right before my eyes.  I have to be strong. And now my sweet dog of eleven years is dying. He has cancer and it's taking it's time with him. But I know that sooner or later, I will have to make the decision. I have to be strong. Now, if my eyes fill up with tears. I fight them back. My chest gets tight and it becomes hard to breathe, but I fight through it.

Things are starting to move around in the house again. Like cabinet doors and unexplainable crashes. Marty and Cari have mentioned seeing some strange things from time to time. The dark shadow is back. I see it from the corner of my eye. Marty sees it too. I'm not scared. I'm just frustrated. I don't need this in my life right now. But I feel helpless to stop it. My life now is spent completely with my mom. I have not left my home in years unless it was for a doctor's appointment. Even then, I have to take my mother with me. It has been four years of this. And I have no idea how this will all end. 

I have a feeling that this blog is going to be updated more frequently now.

If you have any thoughts or advice, please, let me know. 

Much love to all of you.

Wow, another update?

 I was hoping this blog was going to die down again. When things are quiet there is nothing to write about. But that doesn't seem to be the case.

A few days ago, the weather was warm here, so I opened the windows and opened my front door slightly. Just enough to let my dogs go in and out. I was working on the computer and I noticed a fly on my screen. No big deal. I knew it had come through the opened door. I shooed it away with a mental note to get the fly swat out later and kill it. I shooed this fly away a few times as I worked. It eventually went away and was completely forgotten about. 

Hours later, we had gone to bed. The light was off and I was adjusting my pillows. Something bit me on the bend of my right arm. I felt the bite, but it barely hurt. Before I could move my hand to check my arm it was burning like it was on fire! My first thought was a spider bite. I went to brush it off and I heard it as it buzzed by my head. Was it that same fly? Had a fly bitten me this bad? My arm continued to burn for a little bit. The next morning, I had a large swollen area where something had bitten or stung me. I got out my flashlight and checked it to make sure I didn't see two tiny punctures indicating a spider bite. To my relief, it had only one mark. This place itched like crazy. I couldn't scratch the area because that arm has lymphedema. 

Later that day, I was in the kitchen when I saw this "killer fly" in my window over the sink. I yelled for my husband to come and kill it. I watched as it flew behind the curtain on the left side of the sink. When he got there, we couldn't find it. I even removed the curtains and checked them thoroughly. There was nothing there. I was feeling frustrated as my husband and I walked into the dining room. I know what I saw and there was no way it just vanished. We sat down at the kitchen table. Just as we sat down this stupid fly buzzed around my head! My husband saw it this time. After it left me it flew straight into our bedroom and the light bulb blew just as it entered the room. What the heck, right?

Later that same evening, my son, came to me and told me he had seen the dark shadow in our house again. My heart fell to my feet. I'm not ready for another battle. I'm still caring for my mother with dementia. I have my hands completely full. I honestly feel beaten already.

Update

     I was looking over this blog and didn't realize it had been so long since I last posted. When things are going good there is not much reason to.

Things have gotten strange again. As most of you know, our dogs live in the house. When they want to come inside, a couple of them bark at the door and a few will scratch the door. I have been hearing these dogs scratch the door to come in when there are no dogs outside. I told Marty about it and a few days later I watched him get up and go check the door. He said that he had heard one scratching. Of course, they were all inside. He heard exactly what I had been telling him about. It happens quite frequently now.

Yesterday my washing machine started up by itself. This has never happened before. It's a rather new washer. So you can imagine our surprise when this happened. I had been thinking of washing some clothes, but I hadn't gotten around to it. I was working on my computer. When I heard the washer start I assumed Cari had started some laundry. She was sitting in the living room not far from me, so I asked if she had started the washer. When she said no, I assumed Marty had. When he walked into the room I asked him. He said no. My reply was, "Then the washer has started itself." Marty went to check and confirmed that it had started by itself. He cut it off and returned to the dining room where I was. The three of us discussed all of the things that have been going on lately.

We blame all of this on me and stress. My father passed away two years ago. I was very close to my dad. I was the one to make the phone calls to report his death. I stepped directly into taking care of my mother with dementia. This has been the hardest thing I have ever done in my life! So, I haven't had time to even shed one tear for my father. I have my mother with me all but two hours a day and I desperately need those two hours. she is very repetitive in her talking and can stress you out in a matter of minutes. ( As I'm typing this Marty just got touched by something unseen.) Of course, I have so many emotions bottled up. My mother has asked me every day for two years where my father is. So I am explaining to her that he passed away at least ten times a day. Probably much more than that. I know I need to see a counselor, yet I can't get away from my mom to go see one. If I leave her, she goes into panic mode. My life is in limbo right now so I guess strange things are bound to happen. I will keep you guys up to date. If anyone is actually reading this. If you are, could you leave your name in the comments and let me know that I'm not alone here. ( Thank you!)

 Hi guys. I know it's been a while since I have updated. But when things are quiet, there is nothing to write home about, ;) I actually had you an update on Halloween night. But when I hit publish, it disappeared. I have never had that happen! It had been a big update and I was just too aggravated to type it all again. 

As some of you may know. My father recently passed away. Things kind of went crazy from that moment forward. I have not even had time to grieve the loss of my dad. When things get bad and the tears threaten to spill over. I swallow hard, take a deep breath and wipe my eyes. I put the cap back on the bottle and tell myself, not now. This has been going on for a while. 

A few days ago we were all in the front part of the house. My kitchen, dining room, and living room are all open floor plan. So we were all in the same part of the house. A sweet-smelling perfume floated around the room. Everyone smelled it. It was soon followed by a man's cologne. These scents were not anything we have in the house. That is what made the smells so noticeable. We all talked about how strange the scent was then it was forgotten. Later on, something occurred to me. Was my keeping all of these strong emotions bottled up causing the paranormal activity in our home to pick back up? I mentioned this to Marty. I was shocked to hear him say that he had been thinking the same thing. He said that he just hadn't said anything because he didn't want to worry me. I am not ready for another chapter of this book. I was hoping we had the worst behind us now. For the most part, our home has seemed normal for the past couple of years. The only thing I can do is pray and not give attention to anything that decides to rear its ugly head once again.

Just an update

 I know that it's been a while, but there hasn't been much to update about. This morning something happened, and it reminded me that I hadn't let you guys know.

I have a kitchen window ( In front of the sink.) that looks out onto our front porch and the steps leading up to the porch. Numerous times, I have walked into the kitchen and caught a glimpse of someone on the porch. Upon further investigation, there is never anyone there. Other family members have experienced the same thing and commented on it. It is basically something that randomly happens and we just forget about it. But lately, it is getting more and more frequent. This morning, I was standing in the kitchen with Marty, we were both busy doing something but we looked up at the window at the exact same time. Both of us had thought that someone was coming to the front door but there was no one there. When this happened it reminded me that Cari and I had experienced the same thing a few days earlier where both of us, at the same time, alerted to movement when there was nothing there. This has led Marty and me to order some camera's that we will be placing on the front porch at different angles. If and when we catch anything I will be putting up the video for you guys. So please, subscribe to my blog and like my Facebook page where you won't miss anything.

Almost Funny.

Things around here are getting annoying again. It's almost to the point of being funny. I know that it's not funny and we are all well aware of the dangers these things can bring. But for now, It's just annoying. Here are a few of the things that have been going on since I last updated.

I have long since figured out that the activity picks up when I am writing a new paranormal book. The one I am working on right now is unlike any that I have done before. So I am thinking that working on the book has a lot to do with the activity.

Marty and I were both working on our computers one day. The house was silent except for the typing that would come from one of the keyboards. We were sitting about five feet away from one another when a female voice between us spoke. We couldn't make out what was said. It was mumbled, but there were definitely three syllables in whatever was said. Right when it happened, we both looked at each other. We had both heard the same thing. We talked about what we had heard and then went back to what we were doing.

Marty was in the kitchen, helping me cook dinner when his shirt was tugged from the back. He stopped for a moment, told me what happened, and then went back to what he was doing. This happened three times while we were preparing dinner.

I had gotten up one night to go to the bathroom, I thought it strange that the time was 3:33. But I brushed it off and walked through the dark and silent house. (Here comes some TMI) As I was sitting on the toilet peeing. I heard something lightly tap the doorknob. It sounded just like a fingernail, Tap, Tap, Tap. My blood went cold. I sat there on the toilet for a moment, hoping Marty would say something from outside the door. Nothing: the house was still silent. I finished up and hurried from the bathroom. All the way up the hallway I could feel a presence just behind me. Finally, I stopped in my tracks. In my mind, I said, There is no room for you here. God lives in this house. The feeling immediately left. I walked on to my bedroom, thanking Jesus, for the comfort he had just given me.

That is something I have never been able to understand. We are a close-knit Christian family, but we still get a lot of Paranormal activity. We listen to online preaching. We listen to Gospel music. Jesus and God are thanked aloud multiple times a day for one thing or another by the whole household. There are devotionals read aloud daily. So there is a godly presence that dwells in our home. How is it even possible that we still have paranormal activity?

Chris was going to bed after a late night of online gaming with friends. It was over in the morning as he made his way down the hall. He said he could feel the presence of something walking close behind him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He told it to go away and said, 'I'm tired and I don't have time for your crap". He got into bed and began his nightly prayers. The clock on his nightstand beeped three times and began to flash 12:00. (It was well past 12:00). He ignored this and continued praying. The rest of the night was silent. 

I got up the next morning not knowing about Chris's experience. I made my coffee and sat down at my computer as usual. The house was silent as the rest of the family slept. One of the windows behind me slammed down causing me to jump a little. My thoughts were, "Try again. I closed that window before I went to bed last night. You didn't scare me". Just as I thought this, the front door bumped twice. I almost laughed out loud. It is behaving like a spoiled child that doesn't get any attention. So it tries something else. That makes it almost funny.

Is something there?

I was really hoping that there would be nothing else to post for a while, but it doesn't look like that is the case. I don't know how or why, but it seems that things are trying to creep back in. The family is having vivid nightmares again at just random times. Marty and I have seen the dark shadow at the same time as it darted from the room. I bought a new bottle of perfume last week and sat it on the bathroom counter. We all woke to the smell of it the next morning as it completely filled the house. No one had been to the bathroom. Not long after, Marty and Chris decorated the house for fall and Halloween. They hung a skeleton in the middle of the room. We have used this particular skeleton before. But it was packed up for years. This is the skeleton...

It hangs between the living room and the dining room. We all noticed that it will turn and face whichever room the family is in. Right now, it is facing the dining room. But if we all go to the living room it will turn and face that direction. We have all checked it to see why it would be moving and there is no explanation. There are no windows open and no fans on. The family has agreed that if it continues, it will be removed.

I keep blaming the book that I am working on. We will see if the activity stops once I am finished.

A new paranormal book.

For the past few months, I have been working on a new Paranormal book with a new client. This book is something else! It seems to have its own entity. Each time I sit down to write something happens. For example, two days ago, I sat down at my computer and opened the file. I had worked for maybe twenty minutes when Marty came in and asked me to look at his neck. He had been in the other part of the house. He said he bent over to pick something up off the floor and his neck began to burn. I lifted the hair at the base of his neck. And there were three perfect scratches beginning to form. A little later he sat down at his computer, not three foot away from me and his hair was pulled. I closed my file and began to work on a different book. Everything was fine for the rest of the evening.

Yesterday, I was in the dinningroom alone. It was quiet in the house so I thought it would be the perfect time to work. I opened my file and bagan to write. About five minutes into it, I heard the floor in the hallway squeak as it does in a certain spot. I kept working. Then it sounded as if someone was just standing there staring at my back. I could hear them shift their weight from time to time. But I would not give it the benefit of turning around to look. I turned some gospel music on my computer and continued to work. After a bit, I could tell the energy had left.

I don't like the fact that there is something here again. I truly feel like when I finish this book it will be gone. I have never had any book take me this long to write. It's just plain odd. Keep me and my family in your prayers guys. Thanks for reading.

Black shadow

It has taken me a few days to decide if I wanted to post this or not. I really had to think about it and ponder the possibilities. Would it give this thing strength? I finally came to the conclusion that only we can do that. I make sure to keep God in my home so there is no room for darkness. With that being said, I will tell you what happened recently.

Marty and I were both sitting in the dining room. We were the only two in there at the time. The kids and Cari were out in the sunroom and Chris was in their bedroom. Marty and I had been talking when out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I quickly turned my head to see a dark shadow about six-foot tall disappear down the darkened hallway. Marty said, "Did you just see that?" I told him I had and we exchanged descriptions. We had both seen the same thing.

Cari was just about to say bedtime prayers with the grandkids. I asked her to wait a moment. I got Marty Chris and myself to spread out around the house. We all said the kids night time prayer loudly and finished it with the Lord's prayer. The kids thought it was fun to do this. So far, nothing else has happened. I will not accept or allow anything dark back into our home.

An update?

It's been a while since I have done this (Posted an update.) I haven't looked at this blog in years. I opened it back up because I wanted to remove my books from print. I didn't like the fact that my grandchildren may find them one day and worry. So, I decided to open the blog back up to my readers and remove the paperback and Kindle versions.

I logged into this account just a little while ago. It's been a while since I have been here. I looked around a little. A lot of this stuff I had completely forgotten about. My life has changed so much since then. My granddaughter was born five years ago. I became an Author. I have had cancer. Just a whole lot has changed. I didn't think I would ever be updating this, but here I am.

I was taking a nap a month ago. Which I tend to do now that I am recovering. I had turned over to face my bedroom door and I saw a shadow quickly pass by. I assumed it was our son since he is really tall. I decided to go ahead and get up. I walked into the dining room and the only person on this side of the house was my eight-year-old grandson. He was at the dining room table playing with his tablet and using earphones. He didn't even look up when I walked in. I brushed it off and didn't think any more about it. That night, I told Marty what I had seen. We both just assumed it had been a trick of the light. A couple of weeks ago, Marty was walking into the kitchen. He stopped and bent over to pick a leaf up off the floor. Just as he went to straighten back up a big bottle of hot sauce came flying off the spice rack barely missing his head! We have lived in this house for almost thirty-five years now, and nothing has ever fallen off of that shelf. He and I exchanged a knowing look and didn't say anything about it. A few days after this I was getting something out of the refrigerator. I have Lymphedema in my right arm now due to cancer, and it is highly sensitive. Marty was in the kitchen with me, and I just assumed he bumped the refrigerator door causing it to hit my arm. I didn't say anything at the time, I knew it was accidental. But the door hit my arm a second time, and this time it was harder. I asked Marty to please be careful with the door. "I didn't bump the door," he said, from the other side of the kitchen. This completely caught me off guard. I am praying that we are not about to fall down the rabbit hole again.  Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers.