Harold the Haunted Doll, was that you?

Twice this morning I walked in front of Harold and heard the faint sound of a baby crying. That’s the first time this has happened on all of the years I’ve owned him.

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Haunted Harold’s Top Ten Signs that You’re a Ghosthunter!

10. You have more photos of ghosts than you do of family members.

9. You invite friends over to watch home movies and they see your last three investigations (three hours of film of an empty room).

8. At parties and events, you’re filming ceilings, walls, and other places where there aren’t any people.

7. Your idea of a family reunion is a trip to the family plot.

6. UPS now delivers your new equipment to your office rather than your home so you don’t have to explain to your spouse why you need another ghost detector.

5. You’re the only one at Uncle Bob’s funeral with an EMF meter, digital recorder, and IR thermometer.

4.You sleep with your camera next to your bed, just in case.

3. You take a picture of your entire family and ask any deceased relatives to join in the picture.

2. Your company stops and stares at the Sony Night cam aimed at the bed in the spare bedroom and you have to tell them it’s not what they think!

And now the NUMBER ONE way people can tell that you’re a ghost hunter ~

A child says that they have an imaginary friend and out comes the camera, tape recorder, cam corder, EMF, and IR thermometer!

Haunted Harold and the housekeeper, my Blue Tooth, and phone.

I was talking to a woman on the phone yesterday for the first time and she brought up Harold. I was telling her that I stay in a hotel and had to complain to the front desk about the housekeeper. “It’s like she does the bare minimum in order to get out of my room as soon as possible,” I said.

Even though I didn’t say this to the hotel manager, I wondered if Harold was the reason. After all he is in my room with me. I even put him in an out of the way place, behind a chair. It still didn’t help. That’s when I decided to take Harold out of the spot he was in, with the flap of the bag open.

Anyway, as I was talking to (I’ll call her Sharon), I suddenly realized that I was talking to myself. I looked and the call was still active, but I couldn’t hear anything. I looked at my “Blue Parrot” (a type of Blue Tooth over the road truckers use) and it was turned off. “Odd, I thought I had a lot of hours of charge left on this.”

I called her back, and apologized. A little later I asked if she’d mind if I called back in a few minutes.

When I was able to call her back I looked at my Blue Parrot, again thinking I should have plenty of power on it, so I tried turning it on. That’s when I realized, it hadn’t run out of power. It was turned off.

When I’m not using the device I turn it off. Last night when I turned it off I decided to see how long it took to power down while I was holding the button. Between two to three seconds and, again, I have to hold the button down for it to turn off!

This happens quite frequently actually, I’ll be talking to someone who’ll ask me about Harold. We’ll be talking and my phone will disconnect. I’ll call back and we’ll resume the conversation, and the call will disconnect again. I’ll call back, suggest that we change the subject, and the phone call will be fine.

Another time my phone will disconnect on it’s own is if I’m talking to someone about moving to another state, without talking about going to the state where Harold is apparently from, first.

Recently, I thought I’d do a video of Harold when the video on the phone was malfunctioning after talking to Fiona, the woman who believes that the spirit inside the doll and she were brother and sister in a previous life. That’s when I found out that Harold can do more than just disconnect my phone calls.

Here’s the link – http://youtu.be/0dBL90YMZpU

Who doesn’t love a face like that? Well … me.

A friend of mine’s son has been ill lately. She took him to see his doctor, who couldn’t diagnose what was wrong.

My friend Camille has had a headache for the last couple of days, which is unusual for her.

I scolded Harold last night and splashed him with holy water this morning, telling him to knock it off.

Linda, Camille, and my other friend, all chided me for it.

Linda said Harold sees me as a father figure, so I should just scold him from now on.

Camille is blaming her headache on stress, and that I shouldn’t use the holy water. “Poor Harold.”

My other friend told me she thinks her son has a virus. “I’m trying to defend him!” she told me.

I told her a lot of women have been lately. “It’s his doll face,” she told me.

Instead of Haunted Harold, maybe he should be called, “Doll Face Harold.”

Oh brother.

LOL!

Harold the Haunted Doll – and Wingman

My friend Colleen introduced to the two paranormal investigators who did an informal investigation of Harold. One of them was apparently attacked by Harold while he was investigating the evidence they gathered.

Ever since then Colleen has had a fascination with Harold, but a healthy fear and respect as well. Still she wanted to meet the doll in person. Today she got her chance.

I could tell she was afraid, even though she says she wasn’t. So I decided to have a little fun with her, Anthony Quinata style. Here’s the video.