Paranormal Activity ain’t just for the movies!

I had hoped it stopped!

I had hoped it stayed behind us!

I had hoped it just left us alone!

I had hoped my ceasing looking for answers to it changed everything!

I had hopes … but they vanished FOREVER after last night!

Unlike the movie, paranormal activity within your home — you know, the place where you are to feel most safe — isn’t entertaining, to say the least!

RECAPPING THE EVENT:

I was lying in bed playing around on my laptop with the tv lowly humming in the background while my husband was just dozing off as both kids were in their respective rooms having difficulty falling to sleep due to the recent time change. I looked up to see a shadow of our gaming table on my entertainment room’s wall. Something had caught my eye so I was staring at the shadow being cast upon the wall wondering if a car passing-by caused the capturing of my sight yet I heard no car. I sat up in bed still staring at this shadow; still appeared normal — as I felt it was just the gaming table reflecting off onto the wall, a reflection from the nearby night light’s glow. At least 20-seconds passed by and I was still sitting up and staring at the shadow. I had PLENTY of time to measure it. Stood about 7″ tall and it was symmetric with squared edges, from what I could gather. All of a sudden it TURNED to ‘look’ at me; ‘we’ made visual contact for a nice while despite I saw no eyes, no face, just a tall block of shadow nothingness … as if it knew I saw it and it wanted me to watch. It turned again and I watched legs appear from no where walking this ‘figure’ toward my sons’ bedrooms! I was stunned as this was DEFINITELY a ‘Top 10 Paranormal Moment’ for me despite my YEARS of experience, I was able to immediately react! I leapt out of bed and rushed to my sons’ rooms all the while saying loudly, “I don’t flippin’ think so!” so the ENTIRE house awakened.

I tried to get both of my sons into OUR master bedroom for the night but both were adament they were fine with simply bunking-up in the same room afterward. So I helped my oldest make a pallet on the floor of my youngest’s bedroom all the while thinking how HAPPY I am we adopted a puppy. The puppy loves my youngest insanely so they cuddle together at night; and as many know tis believed animals ‘sense’ things we normally do not. Knowing the animal was in the room with them for the night gave me a HUGE peace-of-mind as to return to
sleep … however my adding the Bible to the door way as well as blessing their room (& them) helped me cope some too so the rest of the night was uneventful.

Now, those are the FACTS in this ‘case’, time for MY feelings!

I was scared yet madder than hell! I will NEVER forget seeing ‘it’!!!!! EVER! And the BEST visual I can give you, my reader, is that ‘it’ was a LOT like the predator … yea, that’s a good simile. Just like in the movie and it paused, made eye contact & turned.

What do I think shadow ‘people’ are? Well, frankly I’m on the fence as I’m not fully sure what we’re picking-up with our paranormal studying is truly remenants of past humans; sometimes I’m curious if they aren’t aliens living peacefully amongst us yet knowing we truly are a violent animal, humans that is. We react with anger first so I don’t blame ‘them’ for hiding, if true. Or, what if it never was human.? (that reality frightens me so much, I don’t even want to go there in dialogue)

Let me add that I’m NOT stating it threatened me in any way as with ANY para-experience fear is emitted by the person who witnesses the event. However, I just didn’t like how it ARROGANTLY paused to look in MY direction (it KNEW I was watching & wondering). And then, taking a QUICK jaunt toward my children’s bedrooms … leaves room for worry.

Although I’ve heard a sobbing when we FIRST moved into our new home in 2008 coming from downstairs LATE one night as well as my son AND his friend seeing my sister in his (new) bedroom, this home is a quiet one; so unlike the prior home we lived in. I thought my staying away from ‘seeking-out the paranormal’ was the reason for our peacefulness — guess that’s not the case afterall. I’m a ‘magnet’ nonetheless!

Hoping this was an isolated event. If not, rest assured I’ll blog!

Hugs & happy hunting …

Mellen

Creepy ol’ Farmhouse

T’was One Creepy Old Farmhouse
Written & Experienced By: Mary Ellen Kolvet-Hammack

*A COMPLETELY TRUE STORY*

At age three my dad died abruptly from a heart attack. Since he died at home, my mom immediately sold our house and relocated my family from Michigan to Florida. Then, a few years later we moved again but to Kentucky; right near where my mother was born and raised.

Being an unemployed widow at 37 with four kids to feed, money had become very scarce for my mother so life was a constant struggle. When we lived in Kentucky we were living poverty stricken. We took root in a small 2-bedroom house on my family’s property in what some commoners still refer to as a “holler”. It was during this brief stay that I was told by my mom to me a young child that members of a ‘bad’ family had done some pretty terrible things to my sister! As a result, in the middle of the night, my mom whisked my youngest brother, Brad and me off to live safely with her sister & husband all the way in Avon, Indiana. She along with my other brother, Robbie, and sister, Roxanne, had to stay a bit longer in Kentucky with the intent of joining Brad and me in Indiana before summer. I was DEVASTATED and scared to be without my only parent!

My aunt’s & uncle’s house wasn’t very big. It was just a simple old white farm house with hardwood floors, old brass doorknobs that took one skeleton key throughout, with a brick front porch which was built as one of the VERY first homes in our small county back in the mid-1800s – as well as was used as a place-of-worship until the neighboring church was completed. The home wasn’t creepy to look at so who would have thought?! Even Brad & I smiled when we saw the cool treehouse that was built in the most awesome tree. And, just to the left of the old house was a pasture with horses grazing in it. And, my aunt’s garden only took-up a small portion of the beautifully trimmed green lawn. Behind the house was an endless cornfield. And, less than a block down the gravel drive was a little church with a cemetery all fenced in. Other than those attributes to entertain, there was not much else besides a creek. Back then this area was VERY rural, and peaceful – so we thought!

Then SCARY things started to happen in the old house. I began to hear the footsteps and noises inside the old house. Every single night they’d pound up those basement stairs, stop, and then start going back up again yet never going down. It was horribly frightening for me and I can still vividly recall hiding my head under the covers. My Aunt was a firm & strict disciplinarian, not one you’d approach with such stories so I kept my mouth shut. [Note, it wasn’t until years later that I finally spoke up about what I had experienced. To my surprise, my brother Brad also admitted to hearing the same footsteps every night!!!]

Four months later and fourth grade now behind me my mom and siblings moved to Indianapolis as promised! My mom rented us a small double and we were rescued from living in that creepy old house. The double was in a neighborhood stuffed full of kids! Life was good for it was here that I experienced an epiphany, I met my (now-ex) best friend Sherry. I was so happy! That is ….until the bad news came! My aunt and uncle had bought property, they were moving out of that ol’ farm house so my mom decided to rent it for us! We were moving back!

It was in that creepy house that I endured endless footsteps, our animals growling at thin air, the blizzard of 1978, levitating objects, noises, pictures flying off walls, you name it. I remember once being in the bathroom and physically watching from the inside of the room the latch-hook lock lift up all on its own, the knob turn and the door open! Most startling was when from down in the dank, wet, smelly basement you’d hear a loud sound like all of the shelves that were filled with empty Mason jars suddenly breaking and all of the glass crashing on the ground yet nothing broke. It must have thrived on scaring little kids because I can assure you it made me petrified! [MANY WITNESSED THESE EVENTS!]

Imagine my delight when I was told that my mom had been given a grant and we were moving to a house we were going to own! God had finally answered my prayers!! Yippee we were moving! That is ….until the bad news came! Now Sherry and her family had decided to rent the home. Our friendship was true and we were dedicatedly best friends, so it was with no regret that I frequently returned to the old house to spend time with her.

Within a year, Sherry’s family had purchased a home and they were moving from the house. I was elated! It was over! I was never ever going back there, ever!

That is ….until more bad news came. My eldest brother, his wife and toddler daughter had decided to rent the home (as I’ve grown older I’ve deduced that this house must have rented at a very economical rate). This was beginning to feel like a curse! Of course, I had to go back for most of the time I was their babysitter. In that creepy old farmhouse there I sat, now much older, all alone, and still very afraid all the while listening to a two-year old little girl telling stories about a little green man with red eyes who visited her during the night. How he asked to be her friend and that he played with her often. She even called him by name, Dobby Dobb. Thankfully it wasn’t much longer that word came, they too were moving! Luckily this time no one I knew decided to rent the house.

Life was good and it stayed that way for over 25-years with the memories of the house ever-fading as a result. That is …. as an adult I was watching a movie and I was literally stunned when it was revealed that one of Satan’s most trusted angels is called Dobby Dobb!

Now I’m positive… that’s just one really, really creepy house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ADDED INFORMATION OBTAINED AFTER THIS STORY WAS PENNED:
I spoke to clergy in regard to this “Dobby Dobb” being and was told to be careful, it was one of Satan’s top minions bent on suicide. He explained that ‘even the Pope’ would be of little help to me, for me to remain strong, and to refrain from speaking its name (as that is supposed to empower it). As many of you know … since penning this story about 8-years ago ….. my sister has passed-on from self-inflicted causes I also consider a form-of-suicide as well as my oldest brother blatantly committed suicide recently by hanging himself.

I wasn’t posting this just as a ‘creepy’ tale for Halloween but also a warning. Although this ‘thing’ has been with me (& my family) a lifetime, when you venture into the paranormal/unknown you NEVER know what you’re going to face. I BEG each & every one of you who ghosthunt to PROTECT yourself via prayer (or however you spiritually worship); as you surely do NOT want a life like MY family’s!

**SOME NAMES WERE CHANGED OUT OF RESPECT

HUGS & HAPPY HUNTING …

Mellen

THIS STORY WAS FEATURED IN THE BOOK, ‘A GHOSTHUNTERS GUIDE TO INDIANAPOLIS’. DURING THE INTERVIEW PROCESS WITH THE FEMALE AUTHORS AN EVP (disembodied voice captured on audio) WAS OBTAINED OF A MAN SAYING, yea you guessed it, “DOBBY DOBB”! *eek*