Just a quick note – I cannot tell you how many issues I had trying to write this post, and then publish it. As Jane, Vincent’s mom would say, my computer “lost the plot.”
A guy I knew, Wayne, was skeptical about the doll when he first heard about it. I knew him because we lived at the same extended hotel. After witnessing several incidents for himself, including seeing a scratch appear on my arm in front of his eyes, as it happened, he became a believer. Being of Italian descent, he was, like me, a Roman Catholic.
“You know you ought to do,” he told me on more than one occasion, “you ought to take that damned thing to Mass and see what happens.” Well, last Wednesday, I did just that. I wasn’t to go talk about it but after what happened last night and this morning (Eastern Standard Time), I changed my mind.
I recently was staying in a house for a few days just minutes away from a Catholic church. I went there last Sunday and then again for daily Mass, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. While I was there, Vincent kept saying that the “red building is important,” according to his mom. I had no idea what he was talking about so I asked her to ask him to draw what he was seeing.
Before I even saw it I had a feeling as to what he was talking about. The church I’d been attending was red brick. After receiving his picture, I took a picture of the church and sent it to his mom who showed it to Vincent. “That’s it! That’s it!” he told her.
My last day in the house, Wednesday, I was inspired to take the doll to Mass with me. I tried to record what happened to see if I could catch any EVPs. Both of my digital recorders suddenly ran out of battery power. I decided to record it on my cell phone, which worked.
Daily Mass is typically quiet and subdued, so when I listened to the recording afterward and heard what sounded like screams at several points during the Mass…. Then I heard a woman loudly say, “Get out!” To be honest with you, I still haven’t listened with either headphones or speakers, but if I hear anything more, or can explain what I heard, I’ll post it on this site.
Last night Vincent’s mom said that he was saying, again, “tell Uncle Ant the red building is important.” I wasn’t sure what he meant, so I mentioned taking to doll to church and she asked him if that is what he was talking about.
Did any thing happen when you did ? I asked Dillon. At first I didn’t think he was going to answer me. He wouldn’t even look in my direction. He then said, “‘Sure made it mad,’ and is now in his bedroom with door shut.
I just simply asked if Uncle Ant taking the doll to the red building was what he was talking about.
“Tell him I’ll make it stop if he’ll tell me who it is.”
Okay… give me a min.
Sorry took so long… took me a while to get him to open door, I asked him who was angry. He wouldn’t talk to me so I gave him a piece of paper and a pencil . This is what he drew –
“Okay… I’ll take care of it NOW.”
Please be careful.
I didn’t see her last message. I was busy splashing holy water on the doll.
Less than two minutes later Jane sent me a pic of Vincent playing trains with his brother Edward.
“PLEASE tell Vincent you told me “it” upset him so I became angry and punished “it.” Tell him its afraid of God, and me. And that he can count on me and doesn’t need to be afraid.”
This morning (EST) I messaged Jane to check on them and make sure that everything was okay. She told me Vincent was asleep but asked if I was angry with him. The latest tactic of “the black thing” is to tell Vincent that his mother and I are angry at him for telling us what he has been, and that we hate him for doing it. Unfortunately, he believes it.
Was literally just now … But I told him you loved him … He fell asleep.
Jane and I began discussing what the continuing importance of the “red building” might be. She told me Vincent said I already know. As we were messaging, her iPad went from 93% power to 28% to 3% in the space of two minutes.
I’m calling the church tomorrow to schedule an appointment to talk to a priest as soon as possible.