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I'm not really sure how to even start. Never have joined a forum or chat site in my life, and never wanted to share this, except with those I really trusted. I'm sure I won't get David Well's help, but I pray to God I do, as he's the most credible person on this subject, I've ever encountered. I'm sure most of you would agree. Ok, <sigh>....Here goes!

I grew up in a victorian house, and can remember, from the age of even 3, seeing "things", and my two older sister's would really pick on me for it, laughing and scaring me even more.

The house we first lived in, that was an older home, but not as old as the next house we moved to, when I was 5. At this first house, I would often see a woman walking up and down the stairs, and could hear her singing. (I was 3 & 4 yrs old then)

I would tell my parent's about it, but my Mom treated me like a nut case, and kept telling me "it's just a dream honey, now stop this!" However, I could tell that my Father treated the matter differently. (Like he knew something, and knew I was telling the truth.) My father would comfort me, and basically tell my mother to "just shut up Sheron, and let me handle this!" (I later found out, my Dad is sensitive to stuff like this, and although his experiences weren't as vivid as mine, he could sense things. He also once saw this woman for himself, he later confessed.)

Then, when I was 5 yrs old, we moved to an even older victorian style home. The moment we entered the house, just to see it, I could feel the negetivity surrounding me, and just wanted to jump into my father's arms for protection. I don't know how to explain it, but it was like a tornado surrouding me, and it was terrifying, and NOT my imagination.

As we lived there, prior to the divorce of my parents, I was kept awake by a little boy that passed in the house in my room, or so he said. He scared me, but not terribly, I just wanted him to leave me alone and quit waking me up!

THEN, "THE MAN" STARTED COMING! He would stand over my bed, looking very authoritive, and even angry. I was petrified & would scream, then my dad would come and calm me down. I remember him walking all around my room, from wall to wall, and then opening my closet, where this man stayed, I was sure of this, and telling me, "see, there's nothing here, it's ok. He won't be back again tonight!" I could sense his protective anger, even though he tried to keep a smile on his face as he "scoped out" my room.

I so appreciated that he never told me I was just seeing things, or it was just a dream, EVER! He didn't tell me that they were really there, but didn't say he didn't believe me either.

I recall one night, this man woke me up, because I could feel his presence. My room was toasty this night, as it was summer, and we didn't have a/c in this house. I had the covers off of my feet, and this this man, appeared at the foot of my bed, as he had before, except this time, he grabbed my feet and pulled me about 12 inches down to the end of my bed. I screamed a blood curdling scream, and I could hear my mom saying, "oh God, here we go again!" My dad again told her to "shut up", and came running to my rescue.

I think I was in a complete state of shock by the time he reached me. I remember everything that happened, but I was trembling in my dad's arms. I couldn't understand why my two older sister's didn't have anything happening to them too. To make it worse, I told my sister's about hearing a voice, coming from my fireplace, that would just keep saying "Alex" (my nickname), and they started standing outside my door whispering my name, as older sister's would, to scare me to death! My sister's were calling me a chicken, etc. Teasing me, you name it.

It was awful, all I had was my dad that believed me. Well, let's just say until later in life, when my sister's realized I really did see and hear things that were unexplainable.

Soon, my parent's divorced, and I went to live with my Mom, only to get out of that house. My sister's stayed with my Dad, and I missed all three of them so much, but I had to get away from that man in my room.

My mom and I moved and she immediately decided to get her degree in child psychology. I continued to see things. I vividly recall an oriental lady, with deep purple lines around her neck, and her eyes were blood red, where they should've been white, in our apartment. This lady tormented me, when I told her to go away, sometimes, she would go into my closet, that was a metal vented door, and she would click her fingernails on the door of my closet. I would look that direction, and I could see her still looking at me thru the vented-style, metal doors, smiling at me. It scared the h--- out of me, literally!!

I really tried to hold in my screams, for fear of being ridiculed by my mom, but it just kept escalating. I finally thought that perhaps I was crazy, and I was just dreaming. I didn't know what to think. All I knew was that I was scared and my Dad wasn't there anymore.

When I did start pleading to sleep with my mom and telling her what I was seeing, she sent me to one of her professor's, that was a psychiatrist, for "dream psychiatry." As I'm sure you all know, it did nothing. (except break my heart that my mom didn't believe me, and I knew it. It also made me realize, even more, how stupid even adults that are supposed to be professionals can be!)

My father knows that I investigate the paranormal, from time to time, as an adult. I don't do this much, mostly due to my schedule. I'd love to go more, because I have a lot of unanswered questions, but there's no time. However, one day recently, my Dad asked me something strange, out of the blue. He asked for me to describe to him what the man that bothered me on E. Adams Street, in our old house, looked like.

I told my father that it may sound corny, but he looked a lot like Ulysess S. Grant. It wasn't him, obviously, but I've seen pictures of him throughout my life, and have always thought this man looked like him. They had the same short style beard, and the same build. Also, their uniforms were similar, to those I'd see the ex-President wear, while he was bravely leading our country, while we were at war.

My dad sat in silence for a moment, taking in all that I had just described to him in vivid detail, from a memory from 30 yrs ago, and told me how sorry he was that he didn't do more to stop my mom's insane ranting about how I needed a shrink, and to quit listening to my nonsense, etc. He told me, it's been 30 years Alex, and you still remember, de to going through all of this, exactly what this man looked like. He just said that's really amazing!

I asked my father how he knew and he stated that he just decided recently, since he's retired now, to research the history of our old house. During his search, he apparently came across a photo of the man that originally built our home, and I'd described him exactly, even the uniform he wore. (He WAS indeed in the armed services, and a high ranking officer, as I had stated, and felt from the authority that this spirit exuded.)

Ok, so this is my background.......NOW FOR MY SON, SPENCER AND MY STEP-DAUGHTER, MEGAN!!!

I still see or feel things, from time to time, that other's don't. I don't think I'm nearly as "tuned in" as I was as a child, but it's definetly still there. We bought a house recently, and while we were there, I would see an old man. It didn't worry me, as I knew he was harmless, and I would just say in my head to him, whenever I saw him, "you need to go to the light sweetheart, I'm sure there are people that love you there and waiting for you." He would simply shake his head, gesturing NO, and looking sadly, through the workshop outside, and through the house for his wife. I somehow just knew she had passed too, and tried to tell him she was waiting for him too, but he never did believe me.

We lived there harmoneously, and I didn't think, for an instant, that either one of my bio-logical children had this "gift" (If you really want to call it that!) At least, not until I was bathing Spencer one night!

The old man was standing right there in the hallway, where either one of my children could see him. My daughter was on the couch and didn't see him in the hallway, so I ignored him, and just continued to bathe Spencer. Before I knew it, SPENCER POINTED RIGHT AT HIM AND SAID, "PAPA!" (He kind of looked a bit like his Grandfather, who's still living.) I LITERALLY ABOUT PASSED OUT RIGHT THERE!

Needless to say, I KNEW then! I decided not to say a word about what happened to anyone, except my husband. My husband blows everything off, and just said, ok. (I gave up on a dicussion after that, LOL!) That's just the way he is, if it's not right in front of him, where he can personally see it, it's not relavant!

Very soon, after this occurance, we found out that we were getting custody of his three children, through very sad circumstances. My two step-daughter's were being molested by their step-father, and believe it or not, their Mother is standing by his side. (She said because the bible says that one's husband comes first! WHATEVER WHACKO!) Personally, I would've killed the man for touching my kids, but that's just me i guess.

I love my three step-children like my very own two children, so we rented out this house, and moved to a larger NEW house. I felt nothing there, and looked forward to complete peace, and the addition to our family. Soon after, I did feel some unusual feelings, that seemed to be surrounding my 16 yr old step-daughter, Megan. (It wasn't nice either.)

I discovered, from conversations with my step-children, they were being raised in a ratically Christian home. However, underlying all of the prayers and goodness, their mother was not acting as a Christian would in many circumstances. She would talk about EVERYONE behind their back's, scream at the kids at the top of her lungs, say terrible things about their real father that were absolute lies, and lie constantly to other people, just to make herself look perfect. WORST OF ALL, THE KIDS STEP-FATHER WAS MOLESTING THE GIRLS-OUR GIRLS! I REALLY feel that this mixture of positive and negative energy, might have caused something to manifest, and attach itself to Megan. (16 yr old) I don't know much about this stuff though, so I really can't say this is a fact, at all.

I do know, once Megan lived with us for awhile, I noticed her lights were always on in her room. She would also come to me, reporting hearing breathing, growls, and also footsteps. I could go into her room and feel something, but never saw anything, or heard anything personally. (For awhile) I also noticed that light bulbs burn out, all over our house, all the time. All we do is change light bulbs, that we just changed! (I had a friend, who is an electrician even look at my house and he said there's no problem with the electical system in our home.) We were really perplexed about this occurrance, to put it mildly!

As about a month progressed, I started hearing footsteps in her room when she was sleeping and I would be checking on her. I asked whatever was there why it wouldn't show itself to me, and the footsteps would stop. I continued to keep checking on her and hearing odd things. I finally got a growl in my ear, right in the hallway, outside of her room, about a month later.

I didn't know what to do, so I asked someone, that is supposed to be one of the experts on this type of stuff. I had went with my husband to do an investigation on Ashmore Estates, and just met a gal named Carrie, and had heard of her before. Since we were on an investigation, and getting along well, I told her about the issues I was having with Megan and what I was experiencing in my house, since her arrival. She told me it sounds like something negative is attached to her, and I told her that's what I had been feeling for months!

I asked Carrie for her advise, and she told me that I don't have to even be in front of Megan, but to imagine a net, and bring it from Megan's toes, then quickly up, while thinking of catching this "being" in this net. Then, I must take this net, and tie it up, then to go to a window, and ask St. Michael to take this "being" to the farthest reaches of the spirit world or realm, and to confuse it, so it can never come back.

I did this for about a week, desperately hoping for things to get better, but they actually escalated, and got even worse. (I thought, dear Lord, what have I done???)It was getting so bad that Megan came to me, and asked me, if I had done something when I came back from that investigation!

I stopped any further "attempts" at stopping anything. I starting seeing a black shadow moving around my bed and could hear the footsteps. I couldn't see this "thing" though. To this day, I can't see it, just a black wisp, that moves out of the corner of my eye. (With the exception of the time it stood right beside me one night and wouldn't move.) I started saying the Lord's prayer. I didn't know what else to do, and it did leave, QUICKLY!

About a week ago, my son Spencer, I heard my son, alone upstairs in his room, yelling at someone. No one was there, all four of his siblings were downstairs, so I asked him who he was talking to. That's when he told me "Zack." This is how I first heard this name. I asked where his friend was now, and he raised his voice to me and said that he wasn't his friend, he annoys him, and he went back into his closet when I came into his room. I knew he had seen the old man, so I had this in the back of my mind, but decided not to get worked up, he's 6 yrs old and may have an imaginary friend, even though all my hair was standing on end, and I knew in my heart, that something was there! I just decided to tell no one and let it be.

WELL, LAST NIGHT, Spencer came into my room, and Megan just happened to be with me in there. Spencer began telling me and Megan, all that he's been experiencing at night. He did this in the best way a 6 yr old could, but some of the stuff he said, Megan and I BOTH KNEW he couldn't have just made up. It was way out of his scope of understanding or reasoning.

Spencer said that a little boy, named "Zack", keeps coming out of the closet with his "daddy" and won't leave him alone. I asked him, hoping again, that this was "made up", what the little boy was doing. He told me that his throat was all messed up, and he talked funny because of it. He said he jumps on his bed, and makes weird noises, unless he gets up and "plays." I asked him about what else "Zack" does, and he said that blood is coming out of his eyes, kind of like tears, and he is throwing up blood in front of him. I asked him what he did when Zack comes to him, and he said he tried to give him his trash can for the blood he's puking out of his mouth, so he doesn't get it on the carpet, but he won't take it from him. Megan and I thought the trash can comment was humorous, just because he is such a caring young man, but he's 6, and how could he make this up??!!!

Then, he started talking about "the black man", he said is a black, tall shadow, that also bothers him. I froze, and so did Megan. We asked what his name was, and he said that he says his name is Robert, but he thinks that he is a liar. Again, I froze, but tried to keep a smile on my face. I asked if either one of these "PEOPLE" scare him, and he said that they both scare him, but their dead Mommy, they aren't "people" anymore. (Like I was a complete idiot for referring to them as people!)

He went into more detail, since we were listening to him, and he felt comfortable about saying more about it. He said he knows that "Zack" is nice. He said Zack is 10 yrs old, and died because someone older made him die and "choke on something." He started talking like his "friend" Zack talks, because of his throat being torn up. I asked when Zack died and he immediately said in 1083, very matter of fact. That really, on top of the voices he just made, scared Megan and I beyond belief. His voice, just sounded so scary, and how could he just name off a year so quickly! HE'S JUST 6!!!

I actually couldn't hear anymore about Zack, so I focused back on Robert. He said that he "thinks" Robert must be Zack's Daddy. I asked him what Robert looks like and he said that he's only a "black thing" most of the time, but sometimes he shows him where there is a hole in his head, but it's only halfway stitched up. (How could a 6 yr old make this up??)

I guess it's possible, but I decided to digitally record his room right away. When my husband got home last night, he immediately put a recorder in his room, without his knowledge, of course.

Last night, my husband and I spoke for quite awhile, and decided to do a search on kids that were named Zack that died at 10 yrs old in 1983, in Indiana. We got a hit almost immediately. There was a child, named Zachary Snider, from Covington, IN. He died in 1993, not 1983, but everything else fit. He was molested, then strangled with an extension cord. Finally, his body was dumped off a bridge with his bike. Because of his death, there is now a law enacted, that molester's must be put online, for public knowledge. The Law is called "Zachary's Law."

Here's another irony, I'm a Commercial Realtor, and I already know a spirit magnet. I was just in Covington, IN. I listed 75 acres of Commercial Land there recently. I wonder, in the back of my mind, if Zachary could sense that I was bothered by my step-babies being molested by their step-father, and snuck, and followed me home??

Anyway, when we uploaded the recording from Spencer's room last night, my husband and I were shocked to hear numerous opening and closing of Spencer's closet door, but you can hear him breathing heavy, as he slept. Then, I HEARD HIS BED SQUEAKING, LIKE SOMEONE WAS JUMPING ON IT! We could still hear him breathing though, between the squeaking. We heard a man's voice, not a child's voice, say "HEY!" Then, we heard a child laugh and some other odd sounds, like someone gasping intermittenly. (NOT sleeping gasps, again, we could hear Spencer's consistent sleeping breaths, between all of this stuff.)

I really feel like my son is being bothered by a little boy, drawn to him, because he can see him. (I've never seen him, just sensed him, from time to time.) I feel and see the tall dark figure a lot. I know this isn't a good thing, and I know it's linked, or attached to Megan, but I don't know how. Now I believe this "thing" is bothering Spencer, just because he can see it too.

I need to speak with someone that I truly can trust. I tried someone's advise before, and it got worse, so I don't want to do this again. I also don't want to stand around and do nothing while this "thing" reaps havic on my family, and Spencer is further harmed.

If anyone knows how I can get into contact with David Wells, I'd appreciate it greatly. Even if he called me and I placed him on speaker phone, and he could say something in both Megan's room, and Spencer's room, and possibly even to Megan, if necessary. (She's 16, and knows what's going on, and she's open to help, but not from someone that she isn't positive they know what they're doing. Remember, we both know what happened the last time we took someone's advise on this, it got worse!) She's ran away twice recently. I don't know if this was the cause or not, but I really think it's partly to blame, and her boyfriend is the other part.

Again, where she was, with all of that mixed energy, under one roof, it's amazing to me the roof didn't come off of the place! We need help, and the "real kind." I'm no expert in this, just go and investigate it for my own answers from time to time. I DON'T practice witch craft, dark anything, or do anything that would draw something into my home. I want to make this clear to all!

I can only pray that David Wells himself, or someone I KNOW was recommended by David, responds. I feel this is tearing Megan up emotionally. Spencer's hell is just starting and I want it all STOPPED! I went through this at 5, and I know how hard it is. As I've got older, I can handle it, but it was hell at that age. I FEEL AWFUL AND FEAR for both of my children!

I appreciate any assistance THAT WILL HELP! Thanks so much......

This message has been edited. Last edited by: mod_ivy,

Oh wow this is crazy! Have you been praying to your chosen God? Me I shield my family every week in protective bubbles of glowing blue light.
I suggest you burn some sage smudge sticks in the house, get your family out and go through each room, corners, windows closets go everywhere with the sage sticks. Tell whatever is in the house to leave. After you tell it to leave do the lord's prayer and do it until the entity is gone.
Should you need anything else, advice wise feel free to contact me at MidnightGds@yahoo.com.