Update

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. But it seems like every time I thought about it, something came up.

Not a whole lot has been going on. So we thought that just possibly we had finally gotten some closure. My DIL and I were both so excited to think this was perhaps all behind us now. The house felt lighter, And the air smelled fresher. We spent all day cleaning as if to purge the house of any remaining energy.

That night, I was in bed sound asleep. I was laying on my back, with my left arm over my head. When all of a sudden my ring finger was grabbed very hard at the knuckle. This was such an unexpected bolt of pain that I saw a blinding white light just behind my closed eyelids. Then my arm was yanked up toward the ceiling and slammed down on my chest! I said out loud, "Marty if you wanted me to move, all you had to do was ask. That really hurt me!" I was feeling the intense pain in my finger, and I said, That wasn't cool. I'm really hurting. Then I heard him snore slightly. I slowly reach over and touched him. He had his back to me, sleeping on his side. I knew right then, it wasn't him that had just hurt me. There was just no possible way. Just as my mind registered that it could be something worse. I looked up at the clock, it was 3:02. My heart froze. But I thought all this was over! It took me quite a while to fall back asleep. My finger was throbbing. The next morning. I had to soap up my hand and remove my wedding rings. My finger was all black and blue.

New EVP

Lately, we have been talking with some people that want to send in another team of investigators, and document their findings. Usually, when we discuss things like this, the activity picks up. So with this in mind, I turned on the digital recorder and la1d it on my desk. This is what we caught.

Kind of makes me wonder what will happen if we do agree to do this.

Update

A few days ago, the guys were home from work due to the rain. My DIL and I had been doing laundry most of the morning.We were doing our last load. And while waiting for the washer to stop. She was sitting at the kitchen table on her laptop. I was at my desk. Marty was at his computer, and Chris was laying on the couch.We all heard the most horrible noise! We all jumped up at the same time and went in the direction the sound had come from. And we all froze in our tracks.I was amazed to see my full washing machine, had been moved about five feet. It was now sitting completely out in the middle of the floor.How in the hell can a washer full of clothes and water move? I mean, had it been on the spin cycle, I could have maybe understood it. But it wasn't even off balance! It took my son and husband both to get it put back in place. I guess it's just another of those strange happenings with no explanation.

That night as Marty and I slept. Our bedroom door slammed shut.I know to most people that wouldn't be a big deal. But we have a twenty pound cast iron dog holding that door open.And it had to be moved over for the door to close. It also sits on a rug. So to close this door, you have to physically bend over and pick up this iron dog and set it aside.The noise of the door woke us both up. We turned on the light to see the iron dog sitting out in the middle of the floor. Again, we have no explanation for this, as we have always slept with our door open. Just another strange happening for the record books I guess.

An Experience

I know it's been a while since I updated. But I was waiting to see if things were getting better. I contacted someone that I knew could and would help us. I will not mention his name here. But, I emailed for help. And got an immediate response. I was told of some things I could do that would help rid our home of this unwanted spirit.At first, we couldn't quite get it to work. But on the second try, I'm pretty sure it was working, as things get REALLY bad.I had placed some essential oils in my oil diffusers. I was told precisely which oils to use. Within moments of burning this. Things in the home started happening.Things like family members being touched by unseen hands. Stuff in other rooms falling.Just crazy things. The dogs would bark and growl at things we couldn't see. Then out of nowhere, I got the most horrible feeling like something awful was about to happen. Something terrible that I couldn't control. I called my husband outside to tell him how I was feeling. It turns out he felt the same way. So immediately we went in and turned off the oil burners.I just can't jeopardize my family that way. I felt like this was a bit more than I could handle. So now I am sort of at cross roads. Do I just do this and see what happens, maybe risk losing my home and having to move. Or do I let it go like it is, and still be able to live in my house? I keep asking myself this over and over.

In the meantime. Not much else has happened other than Marty having his cross pulled from his neck as we sat watching TV. At first, he felt it move on his neck. He said, stop it! A few minutes later the chain just falls from his neck and lands in his lap.This has happened before, to other family members. Myself included. So as usual. He just puts it back on, and we continue to watch TV.

A Strange Morning.

With the impending heavy rains. We have had to move Leather (The mama dog) and her nine pups into our spare bedroom. Lacie, (A female Pit Bull) had already been staying in the extra room,(As she is a massive dog, and can't handle the Summer heat.) With Leather now in her place, Lacie got moved to the bathroom. I had a feeling that once both of these rooms were occupied, that the activity in the house would pick up. As it seems that our entity hides in one or the other of these places all the time. The first morning I went to the bathroom to let Lacie outside for a potty break. I opened the bathroom door, and was hit in the face with an odor that seemed to be a cross between a dead rat and fresh poop! It was horrible! I quickly scanned the room. There was nothing in site to be causing this terrible stench. I knew it wasn't Lacie, as she had been bathed and given a clean bedding the night before.I continued to let Lacie outside, then I proceeded to clean every surface in the bathroom. Once that was done, I let Lacie back inside. And the bathroom stayed fresh the rest of the day.It was really odd, as there was no reason for such a horrid smell.

As I had suspected, by occupying both rooms, whatever resides here was forced out of hiding. Now my dog Amy will no longer sleep in the living room. She stays glued to my side all night. Not to mention, the Boston is now barking at random things during the night. When Marty and I got up this morning, Amy stayed as close to me as possible. I sat down at my computer with a cup of coffee, then noticed her peering into the sunroom. Her tail was straight up, and her ears were laid back on her head. I watched her for a bit, then told Marty what I had been thinking, about "it" being forced out of hiding. He seemed to kind of brush it off and went back to reading the news on his computer. At this very moment, it was as if his monitor had been hit from behind! BAM! It was jolted forward the rocked back and forth as it settled back down.He and I just looked at each other. We could not explain or recreate what had just happened.I have to say, I wasn't crazy about him leaving me here today and going to work. If it can hit something that hard, what can it do to one of us? I will be so happy when mom and pups get moved back outside. Then this "thing" can get out of our living space.

Update

Since coming home from our Vacation. We have noticed that our Pit Bull Lacie, no longer wants to stay in the spare bedroom. She is continually scratching at the door to be let out.On different occasions, Family members have gone to open the door and let her out, after hearing her scratching, and she will be curled up on her bed sound asleep.So we know that she wasn't the one making the noise. But once we look in on her, the scratching stops.She has been so restless in that room lately, that Marty took the holy water and blessed her bedroom. The scratching stopped immediately. And now Lacie is back to her usual self. BUT, Now I have noises coming from our bedroom. I go to the doorway and look. And of course, there is nothing there.It's not just our bedroom. It seems to be the sunroom too. As the dogs will look at the corner of the room in there or either down the hallway and bark like they just saw a stranger. A really agitated bark. That sets my nerves on edge each time.


The night before last, I was having a hard time sleeping. I woke at some point to hear voices in the kitchen. Must be the kids talking. So I tried to doze back off. Sometime later I awoke to a loud noise. BAM! BAM! BAM! Over and over again. It was loud enough to shake the whole house. I wondered how Marty could still be sleeping beside me. Then it occurred to me, that maybe it was my own blood pressure in my ears. I sat up in bed and listened, Bam! Bam! Bam!It did it again. Then totally silent. Now the voices start again. I know it's a man and a woman. But I cant make out what they are saying.I turn to look at the clock. It is 3:39. I speak rather loudly. OK, This is just bull shit.Then I snuggle down into the covers. Just as I am about to doze off, I hear a kitchen chair slide across the floor. Again I say, It's just bullshit. And finally, drift off to sleep.

The next morning, I find that the whole family had been restless through the night. And all had experiences of their own.

A needed Vacation

This isn't really going to be that big of a paranormal update. But more or less notes for me.

Marty, Chris, My DIL, Trevor and I all went up to Cherokee North Carolina for a few days. During our stay away from home. I never woke up at three thirty. I slept all through the night. To me, this was just amazing. It has been years since I was able to do that. But our very first night home, I was waking up at three thirty-three in the morning.
So, based on this, I don't think whatever it follows us.

*Note. Lacie, our female Pit was staying in the spare bedroom while we were gone. The moment we walked in, I went to let her out of the room, to go outside. And she comes full force at me, just trying to get out of that room.I could not control her at all. And no amount of talking was helping. Marty had to grab her from me and force her out the door. This has NEVER happened.That dog was hell-bent on getting out the closest door she could. But she knows she has always gone out the back door.Never has she gone out the front. (We have another pit female out in the front. If these two girls ever came face to face. It would be a fight to the death) But she was heading out the front door full force, as it was the closest to her. Marty and I both think whatever is in our home, must have terrorized her for the time we were gone. Makes me so sad.That is more than I can take. I will pay for a sitter or board my dogs next time. This will not be allowed to happen again. I let her down completely.

This was new

I guess this all came about a few days ago when my son's cat started being allowed to roam the house.
Usually, she would lay in the bathroom sink. She didn't get into much. So I allowed him to let her run loose in the house.A few days ago, I heard a horrible crash in my hallway. I have a cabinet in the hall above the washing machine. It holds extra bathroom items, as in soap, conditioner, shampoo, and half used cold medicines, etc. Anyway, It sounded like the cat had just cleaned out the cabinet.I told Chris to go see what the cat was into. He got up and walked down the hall.Then he says, Mom, the cat, didn't do this.The rest of the family goes to look.On my washer was about twelve items out of the cabinet.The cat was still laying in the sink. And each thing on the washer was standing up perfectly. None of them were laying down. They all looked as if they had been sat there on the washer, instead of just having fallen out of the cabinet. My heart skipped a beat.The first thing that came to my mind is, This looks like poltergeist activity. I didn't say anything about it. But it concerned me.

The next morning, my DIL was complaining about the cat keeping her up all night. The cat had been locked in the bathroom overnight so as not to destroy anything.She said it had kept slamming the toilet lid all night.(Our toilet lid slowly closes itself. It does not slam at all) As I went into the bathroom that morning, I noticed my tile around the door was torn, as if the cat had been trying to get out.Oh hell no! That cat was going in a crate tonight! I wasn't having it tear my bathroom apart.

Marty and I went to bed before the "kids" that night. And I reminded them to crate the cat. At some point during the night, I was waking up by the toilet lid slamming! I know what I heard. There was no mistaking that sound at all. It had forcefully been slammed. I assumed the cat had somehow gotten out of the crate and was doing whatever my DIL had heard the night before. Just as I thought this, the dogs in the bedroom went crazy. Barking and growling at the bedroom door. I didn't see or hear anything else. I lay there a while and eventually fell asleep.
The next morning as I started to the bathroom, I passed the cat, sitting on the dryer, still in the crate. I was more than a bit shocked. I know what I heard.
I had Marty set up the camera that night, focused on the toilet. I also lay a recorder in the bathroom.
The next morning the camera was shut off. It had only recorded an hour. But on the recorder, the toilet lid is being repeatedly slammed! I am a bit frustrated at this point.
I am going to place a bible there tonight. To see if it will be a bit quieter. Watch for the next update.

Nightly Visitor

I have spent the majority of my day, wondering just how I was going to go about getting this update done. I feel that I need to get this added. But yet, I wonder what will happen once I post this?

Just now, before I started to type. I have my page open, and I'm wondering how to start. The cold air from the floor vent is blowing against my leg. Then, the air on my leg stopped, but the central air was still running. I looked down to see what had blocked the vent. Of course, there was nothing there. I wonder if it wasn't trying to get my attention away from this update.

Do you know how it is to have a bad dream, then it's all you can think about the next day? That is how my day has been. I keep replaying last night events over and over in my head. I don't know if I am looking for answers or validation. But the tape just keeps rewinding.

Last night was a pretty typical night. Marty watched Science videos on the computer. Chris played call of Duty on the Xbox. My DIL and I worked on our own computers until late into the evening.
Marty and I went to bed around eleven to watch TV. I quickly fell asleep. Not long after, I woke from a horrible nightmare. It was a horrible demonic dream that had shaken me to the core. I looked at the clock, and it was just after midnight.I hadn't been asleep long. I snuggled up to Marty for some security and tried to go back to sleep.Only to wake up again from the worst demonic dream I have ever had! I was terrified! I lay there and tried to control my breathing as I listened to things moving about my living room. Knowing that the lights were all off and the kids had since gone to bed.The house was very active.I finally fell asleep again. I was sleeping on my back when I woke up this time. I opened my eyes to see the most hideous face I have ever seen, only inches from mine!!!
It had a horrible grin on its face as if it was enjoying the terror I had experienced all night.Out of sheer raw terror, i turned and mashed my face into Marty's back. I was too scared to move. The smell of urine was overpowering. (No, I had not wet the bed. I would have done much worse!) The stench had to be coming from this thing. I lay there forever with my face crammed up against Marty's back and my eyes shut tight.(This is where I heard the name."Amon". "I am Amon" It was clear as a bell. I had no clue what the name was, or what it meant.) The smell had started to fade as I drifted back off to sleep. When I woke, My neck was sore, and my face was still smashed against Marty's back. I ever so slowly turned to look. The face was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled the covers over my head for the rest of the night. It was then that I noticed the dogs were not in the bedroom with us. That in itself was strange.The Boston NEVER leaves our room. But last night they were nowhere to be found.

Over coffee this morning, I asked everyone how they had slept. All said they went right to sleep and slept hard all through the night.That let me know, that the visitor last night was just for me to know about. Marty and our Dil are usually awake at different points during the night. But no one but me woke up last night.

I don't know the meaning behind this.And I'm not really sure I want to.

6 27 12 Update

I guess it's about time for an update here. I haven't been posting that much lately, as it is the same repeated stuff happening over and over. For us, It's just pretty much the norm.

About a week ago, My husband and I lay down in the afternoon to take a nap. When we woke up, we went into the kitchen to make some coffee. As we were doing this, he said his face was really burning. I look over at him and see three bright red scratches down the side of his face. I know a dog couldn't have possibly down this without waking him up. That would just be way too painful. I told him that he had been scratched. We used an alcohol swab on his face. Then went on about our business.(This isn't supposed to be normal!!)

Now voices (As in, muffled conversations) Have been keeping my DIL and son awake at night. They hear this discussion taking place every night. But it's not clear enough to make out. They both say it is a male and a female.Then my DIL heard footsteps running down the hall toward their door the other night.She said she thought it was me hurrying to the bathroom. But she heard no door close, and no toilet flush. Then the sounds were coming from the kitchen as if someone was moving around in there.

But it's what happened last night that has led me to post today. My husband and son have just started a new job. Meaning the family is getting up at 6am every morning. So by night time, we are all pretty much exhausted.Last night Marty and I went to bed around ten thirty. I went right to sleep. And Marty watched TV for a bit. Around twelve thirty, I woke up. Just wide awake, for no reason.Well naturally,as i lay there awake. I have to go to the bathroom.I get out of bed. And see my female pit bull Sitting in the doorway of our room looking out. Her ears are back, tight against her head, as if she hears or sees something. I go past her, and go on to the bathroom.As I come back to the bedroom she is still in the same spot, doing the same thing. I think, Maybe she wants water? I go fill her drinking bowl, walk past her and get back into bed. I coax her for a while. And she finally gets back on the bed. She lay down at my feet and settled in. I was just about to doze off, when she shot like a rocket up to the top of the bed. She lay down on top of mine and Marty's pillows she was trembling terribly.I talked to her a bit, and tried to calm her. Nothing I did seemed to help. So I just left her as she was.Finally during the night. She moved down beside me and got under the covers. That is where she stayed for the rest of the night. I never saw or heard anything. But i know something was bothering her terribly. That really upsets me. She is a really sweet girl. And should not have to feel this way in her home. I get really angry when i think of her being tormented like this. When we got up this morning. The recliner in the living room had the footrest pulled out on it. As if someone had been there last night. My son usually sits in that chair, when we watch TV at night. But he has never left the footrest out.And he had gone to bed the same time we did last night. There is no way to move that footrest out without using a wooden handle on the side of the chair.Marty even checked it this morning just to make sure. And it does require a fair amount of pressure to release the footrest.(No dog could possibly do this.) Again, we have no explanation. So we go on about our business.(I'm sick of our normal!