The day I received Harold in the mail from Kathy, the first thing I did, after waiting a while wondering what the hell I was doing with the doll, was to take an Tri Field EMF meter and see if I could get any readings off of the doll. No such luck.
Then I took pictures. Nothing there either. I quickly decided that there really wasn’t much to the stories.
As the auction was going on, Kathy and I emailed each other frequently and Kathy shared a number of stories with me, that I thought she sincerely believed. She also told me about Stephen, her boarder, and incidents involving him, including him becoming suddenly, and terminally ill. So just to be on the safe side, I put a crucifix that was blessed by Pope John Paul II, along with bottle of holy water, in the Duane Reade bag Harold came in.
April, a friend of mine, is a gifted psychometrist. She can hold an object and tell you about it’s history. I called her and asked if she would read a number of objects I had, but I didn’t tell her what they were. She agreed.
I brought several things with me, including Harold, which I saved for her to read last. I recorded her readings to listen to later.
When I pulled the doll out of the Duane Reade bag he was in. I also took out the crucifix and holy water.
“Is that Harold?” she asked.
“Yes. How did you know?”
“I’ve seen him on the Internet,” she told me.
I was disappointed. I wanted her to do the reading not knowing his reputation. I began splashing the water on the doll. April laughed, which may have been a mistake on her part.
Despite the fact she knew about him, and the stories, she took him from me. She started to give me her impressions, and then wanted to hand him back to him. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Why?” I asked.
“He just said he’s going to kill me. I have a heart murmur, and he’s messing with my heart.” She wasn’t only distressed, she started to cry.
I had known April for a few years by that time, and I knew she was prone to dramatics, so I didn’t know whether or not to believe her. I took the doll and put it back in the back. The entire reading of the doll was about a minute long.
I listened to the recording I made later. There weren’t any EVPs on the recorder until I got to Harold’s reading. As I started splashing the holy water on Harold I heard what sounded like a man screaming in agony, as though he were being burned. When April laughed and asked if it was “holy water” I had, I heard the same voice yell, “F*ck you!”
Then a few seconds later, while April was talking, I heard, “I’m going to kill you, bitch!”
“Could the stories about Harold be true?” I wondered. For the first time, I began to think that Kathy wasn’t crazy, or lying about Harold, after all. I also began to think that this doll was worth investigating after all.
For years after that April wouldn’t call the doll “Harold,” but “H boy,” “H” standing for “Hell.” She thought the doll was possessed by a demon, and to this day refuses to be around, or have anything to do with, him. She also claimed that the spirit possessing Harold continued to harass her for months afterwards, often appearing to her and waking her up while she slept.