The Raging Spirit

It started in Jan 2006. The first "sign" was a jar of peanut butter, found on the rim of the kitchen sink, on its side with a big glop of peanut butter on the counter, and a dripping pool of melted peanut butter on the floor. I thought it was the kids being messy. That was the beginning of a year of dumping, spraying, spilling, slashing, cutting, bashing doors, leaving slippery traps, playing with the electricity.

The first 2 months of 2007 were the worst. It moved furniture. It threw everything it could at my daughter's door, including knives, cans, pots and pans, dishes. It wrote on the walls, it hid things in the vents. We couldn't keep toilet paper, paper towels, soap, shampoo or any kind of personal need in the house. Every time we bought toilet paper, it would dump it in the toilet. It took cell phones, the first was put in the toilet. The second, mine, was dumped in my coffee cup when I fell asleep.

It put the third in the peanut butter jar. It banged on the walls, killed kittens, made us sick with fear and frustration. It punched holes in the bedroom doors using an 8lb mallet, bent the doorknobs. It put fingernail polish inside the lock mechanism of the door knobs. We would go out a door, it would lock it behind us. It destroyed my dishwasher, plugged up the sink and flooded the house.

It would take things and stick them all over the house. It especially enjoyed taking my daughters tampons. Somehow, it knew when she needed them. She would go out and buy them, and 1/2 hour later they were taken, spread out all over the house, stuck in vents, in the stove, stuck to the walls with vasoline. It toyed with us. It was vile, and evil.

Every day was some attack in one way or another. We would set the air conditioner at 81 degrees, it would set it at 79. I would turn off the AC at night before bed, in the morning it would be turned on and set at 79 degrees. There were so many things that it did, vile, vicious attempts to interfere with every aspect of our lives. It took every can or jar of flour, salt, coffee, tea, spices, sugar and piled it on the floor, over and over again. It took packaged cake icing and flung it around the living room, on the walls, ceilings, floors, next would be the goodies it found in the cat boxes, anything it could find in the pantry, was dumped, spread or flung about the house. It poured oil on my computer. It would set traps, such as balancing an egg on the bathroom door, that would fall when moved, or piling cinnamon and sugar on the ceiling fan, and when we walked into the room, would start the fan. It would put a lighter in the coffee pot (twice) which would explode. The second time, it blew the coffee pot apart.

We never knew what we would find when we opened a door, picked up trash or walked down the hall. In the beginning, some of the outrageous things it did made us laugh. We stopped laughing very soon. It started to attack our electronics. My brand new flat panel computer monitor was slashed several times. My daughter's brand new Dell computer had shaving cream sprayed inside it, and other things we have yet to identify. Several times, in a matter of 10 minutes of leaving the keyboard of the computer, we would return to find piles of cat feces placed in perfect round piles on the keyboards. We would find my daughter's bikini underwear up in the branches of the big pepper tree in our front yard.

It would toy with our cats. Every single time my daughter left the house she would return to find the window open, the cat out. One time, it tied the dog to a stool with her leash. It poured honey all over our crippled cat. It dunked one of them in a bucket of water. It poured oil on them.

It would lock the door behind us. It took my daughter's car keys. It took shoes, phones. My son in law's brand new steel toed boots are still missing.

We have over 500 digital photos, videos of the vicious attacks at my daughter's bedroom door. We reached out, we contacted people. We had an investigative team come up from the San Diego area 5 times with all of the latest equipment. Their conclusions were vague, but informative. There was no solution to our "manifestations", only advices. We had a cleansing, it didn't work. Our family dynamics didn't permit the unity needed to make this thing go away.

In March 2007, when my daughter was asleep, it spread toilet paper and paper towels all through the house and set 2 fires underneath them. That was the final straw.
We could no longer put off our fear. We moved out. It tried to kill us. And, by the way, we had a 14 year old girl living with us, and after awhile I started seeing similarities between the things that the "thing" did and her personality. I was told by some very trusted friends with abilities, that she is a sociopath. I'll never know for sure. We had to move, we feared for our lives. We are trying to heal. We'll never forget.

I've been back to the house since I moved. I walk in and look at the walls and the ceiling. It wrote on the walls. It spread cat feces,spaghetti sauce, chocolate,vasoline, grease, oil on the ceiling.It looks so terrible. I remembered sadly,
how I had repainted the walls after one of it's attacks, and it attacked them again. I resanded and restained my cabinets, and it attacked them again. The tiles on the floor are marred, stained.
The walls in my daughter's room still have the eggs and grease and craft sealer on them. It got hold of a craft glaze, which dries hard and clear, and sprayed it all over her walls, on my stove, my fridge. It poured something down into the door on the dishwasher which caused it to burn out. It's all still there and it brings back nightmares.
My house is in foreclosure now, and I have filed for personal bankruptcy. I lost everything. I have separated from the man I love. He is convinced my daughter caused all this, but she would not do this to the house she grew up in. It didnt matter how much she disagreed with him, she would never have called this thing. His daughter, however, at 13, displayed traits that were odd and disconcerting. I've watched her curl up in a fetal ball in frustration. There were things that this "thing" did, almost like a personality, that were very similar to hers. I was told by the investigators that she was involved, most likely sub-conciencely and without knowledge.
We prayed and prayed, other people prayed for us. Nothing worked. It won. I lost. I had to move myself and my daughter away. I had to get away..I was afraid for mine and my daughter's life. The fires were a message. I could no longer leave the house without fearing that it would do something else. I had to work, my daughter was being kept a prisoner in her own room. She couldn't leave her room without something happening the minute she turned her back. She would wait till I got home just to take a shower, or feed her dog, or do her laundry. This thing was insidious, and it got dangerous.
After the fires, it became clear to me that my need to be with a man I love was not as important as my daughter's life or mine. She was becoming sick. These things do that in the final stages. They cause sickness. People die because of these things. I saw the beginnings of that.
There was only one person in the family that I believe would have gone to such extremes as to call something like this or to open the door for it, and I can't talk about it with her father. But he doesnt see. The investigators tried to tell him., He would hear none of it. I don't blame him. It would be very hard to believe that his young dtr would be any way connected to what happened, but this is what all the people i reached out to, explained to me, was that she didnt know she was connected. It is said that poltergueist activity is heavy when there is a young girl approaching puberty. Most families get thru it ok, and once the monthly cycles are attained, the activity usually decreases or goes away entirely. This attack was in the extreme. We were told that it was an "elemental" and intelligent. There is much more to tell, but, way too much to put here. We lost track of the order of the events, things happened so quickly and over and over again. My daughter and I both suffer nightmares, and some of the events come back, some that we'd forgotten about, come back clear.
The love of my life, is alone and doesnt understand why. He wants to help, to solve the problem, to fix things. But i had to tell him he didnt do enough to fix things when they were bad,
he just got angry and argumentative. He fed the thing. I will lose him soon, but there's nothing I can do. If i go back to him, it might come back. I can't take that chance.
I've prayed and prayed for answers.
I am again, alone, and he and I are apart.
I wanted a new life so badly with him, but something came. Something evil came.