I’ve been accused of lying, making things up, attention seeking, being in it for the money, etc., etc., but, lately, mostly by a self-proclaimed “Roman Catholic demonologist,” and his cronies. Honestly, that part doesn’t bother me. I could care less.
What does bother me is that even though I sent him a copy of my book, and he promised he would read it, he apparently hasn’t. Or if he has, since he can’t attack the story, he attacks me personally.
The other part that bothers me is that this same guy defends, as authentic, the subjects of this article provided to me just a few minutes ago. I’m not going to name him because he doesn’t deserve the attention, but he admitted he doesn’t have any sort of credentials or degree stating he’s a demonologist.
Now, if someone tells me they’re a theologian, they can usually provide a degree, a Masters, or Ph.D. to show that they know what they’re talking about. What I’ve learned as of late is that many of the people who are claiming to be “demonologists” are just that, self-proclaimed.
My point is simply that the burden of proof goes both ways.
I’ve always said that I wrote my book about Harold to chronicle what I learned about the doll’s true nature, and how I learned it. I wanted readers to make up their own mind. I provided what I thought was ample evidence in my book , while protecting the identity of Vincent and his family.
I have also been accused of trying to ride on the coattails of “Annabelle.” I’m going to go on the record and ask, “Where’s the evidence?” I’m simply asking because I’ve been accused of lying, by those who have never apparently read my book and, at the same time, proclaim the story of Annabelle to be real.
A few days ago I asked if anyone knows of any evidence regarding Annabelle. Well, someone who saw that (I’m not saying who, to protect his privacy, although he’s not one to back down from a fight), sent me the following in answer to my question.
I cannot thank him enough.
I’d love to hear your thoughts after you read it!
By the way, just for the record, if I took all of the money, and subtracted what I paid for Harold the Doll back in 2004, and gave it to a counter person at McDonald’s it wouldn’t change their life.
It wouldn’t change the life of a fry cook.
A chimney sweep.
Someone who cleans houses.
A panhandler by the side of a highway off ramp.
A street mime.
The guy who scrapes barnacles off the side of a boat.
A woman who…. You get the idea.