I’m in transition, again, and my dog Bentley and I are staying at a friend’s apartment for a couple of days. It’s a brand new building, and I love the location, but it’s a bit too noisy for me. LOL
Earlier this morning I was commenting on a post in a paranormal group how “back in the day” things were different than they are now. At least they were for me. I didn’t “investigate” cemeteries, abandoned buildings, or reputedly haunted locations. I only went where I was asked to help with activity that couldn’t be explained. And if I agreed, it wasn’t because something happened 6 months or even 6 days before. Whatever happened would have happened 6 hours before. Better still, 6 minutes before. Ideally, 6 seconds before.
After my comments I decided to take a shower and I was thinking about Harold. I was thinking that I’m not as adept at searching the Internet as my friend Donna, but in what research I have done recently, on my own, certain stories relating to the souls “imprisoned” in the doll are conflicting. There are different stories about the same event, and different dates as well.
Because of this I recently came to the conclusion that the history about this family has been “sanitized.” The family was so wealthy, that they spun the stories about them so that no hint of scandal would ever be made public.
As I was thinking this, I heard my friend call my name. I was stunned, because I saw him leave to go to work 10 minutes before. I thought that perhaps he’d forgotten something, and since I left the bathroom door open, he was letting me know he’d come back to save us both embarrassment.
“Yes! Did you forget something?” I called out, still in the shower.
A moment later… “Steve?” I knew I’d heard his voice. Perhaps he’d already left. I got out of the shower, dressed and walked out of the bathroom. That’s when I heard someone in his bedroom.
I walked into his bedroom fully expecting to see him. No one was there.
If someone got me on the phone and told me that this happened to them just moments before, that’s the sort of thing I’d be interested in. Times have changed though. I’m no longer doing that sort of thing.
So what do I think I heard?
Vincent has been telling his mum to tell me that the black thing is “tricking.” He hides and makes people do “nasty things.” He has a new bestie, whom he draws as a woman, who pretends to be something she’s not.
I think the demon is enjoying my frustration, and was letting me know by taunting me. I think it was also letting me know it was aware of what I posted and sent it’s minion to give me a “real time” experience; like the kind I said I would only investigate in years past.
But I’m not going to keep investigating the activity involving the doll. I’m not going to keep looking for answers.
I am going to find out what I need to do to stop this bullshit from happening, and I’m going to do what needs to be done as soon as possible to end this nightmare – for the souls imprisoned within the doll.
P.S. I should mention that the doll is not here with me. I put it back in storage a couple of days ago.