“What about giving the doll to Zak Bagan’s museum?”

Anthony, just a quick question… Have you thought about just maybe giving the doll to Zak for his haunted doll collection for his museum?

I know it won’t solve the release of the trapped souls within the doll and I know it may have serious consequences if you did. But at least the GAC “may” reinvestigate the doll properly this time. Just a thought.

Mark

Interesting you should ask. I just read about another well-known doll that will now be part of the “museum” that Bagans owns in Las Vegas. Since Harold’s appearance on Ghost Adventure’s Island of the Doll’s episode, I’ve been asked by him if I would sell Harold the Doll three different times. I turned him down all three times, so, as you can probably guess, the answer to your question is “no.” Not because I can’t use, or don’t need, the money. Keeping and trying to find out the truth about this doll and the activity has cost me thousands of dollars.

Personally speaking, an “investigation” has been on-going until recently, but as Vincent has said, “the black thing is only muddying things up.” So I’ve asked my team to stop. Not that things stopped happening. If anything they’ve gotten worse, but I think it’s because I’m close to facilitating the release of the three souls. Within the next 24 days as a matter of fact.

When that’s done, there will still be the soul of the one who calls himself “Harold” imprisoned within the doll. What I’m going to do with the doll after that, I’m not sure at this time, but I still won’t sell the doll. If I have my druthers, the Vatican will take it, and deal with it.

These are two different drawing given to me in the last three days. The first one is based on a dream one of my team members had which has apparently shown how the three souls are to be released.

The second was drawn by another team member in a “trance state.”

My original plan was to keep these pictures private, but I was just inspired to share them with you to support what I just wrote.

The inscription, “1 p.m. Bond We are timely” referred to an attack that was happening to me at that very moment in an effort to separate me from one of my closest dearest friends, and me from God, as well.

Please remember me in your prayers. It’s interesting that in the second picture there’s a man hanging, and I’ve often thought, “I’m about at the end of my rope.”

 

Blessings,

Anthony

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I Realize that I’m a Prisoner of Harold the Doll

In 2015, when I started hearing from different people about what seemed to be going on with the doll, I heard from a young girl (16 at the time) named Anna who lived in Miami, Florida. She wrote to me to tell me about a dream she had in which she saw Harold the Doll and six people.
She told me that she was confused because she thought there were only five people in the doll. She asked who the sixth one was. A man came forward and angrily told her to mind her own business. She described him as “demonic” looking. Suddenly a huge, muscular arm appeared and slammed “a green door” shut in her face.
From behind the door, she heard a voice say, “His name is Anthony.”
She had the dream a couple of months before she shared it with me. She was reluctant to do so because, according to her, she didn’t want me to think she was nuts.
At the time she contacted me through my website about Harold, what she didn’t know, and couldn’t have known, was that I was living in an extended stay hotel and that the hotel’s doors were green.
Anna is now in going to a university and still keeps in touch with me, telling me how much she worries for my safety. I didn’t know what to think of her dream the time and didn’t for a long time. I believe I do now.
In December of 2014, I was doing a “year in review” sort of thing, and thinking about a couple of HUGE opportunities that slipped through my fingers through no fault of my own. I’m talking about opportunities that would have changed my life. As I was thinking about this I heard a female voice in my head say, “I did that.”
I wondered to myself what that meant. “I need you to stay focused on the doll and freeing the souls trapped within it.” I’ll be the first to admit that if either of those two opportunities would have happened, the doll would have been the last thing on my mind. Now it’s virtually the only thing I think about.
I’ve tried several times to move forward with my own personal goals, and I keep hearing that when I’ve done everything I can to release the souls, it’ll happen, but not until then.
I cannot tell you how frustrated I am. I recently pulled cards from a couple of oracle decks, Loving Words from Jesus, and Mary, Queen of Angels. I asked what I need to do regarding this whole thing. The card I pulled from “Loving Words” was, Seek you first the Kingdom of God, and it’s righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you. 
From “Mary, Queen of Angels,”  the card simply said, Be strong.
As much as I fought the realization I finally had to admit that Anna’s dream was true. I am as much a prisoner of the doll as the three souls I’m trying to help facilitate the release of. And until I do, my life will never be my own.
I also believe now that back in April of 2004 I didn’t “win” the doll on eBay. I was chosen to have it. Why? I have a couple of theories about that, one I won’t share just yet, but I will say this – I believe that God couldn’t find a bigger bonehead stubborn enough to see this through.
I do believe that I’m close to freeing the three souls. And the recent activity I’ve been experiencing, and have been hearing about from others leads me to think that I’m right.
I’ll be honest, I’m fasting and praying, and afraid…. Please remember me in your prayers.
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I’m taking a break from Harold the Doll.

Just a couple of things… if you haven’t read my latest blog post about Mair L Shotto, you might want to do so. It’s a rather unnerving turn of events.

Secondly, I just tried to do a video chat with Melanie and Simon, two members of my current research team. They’ve been helping me a great deal lately, along with Tonja who couldn’t join us because of a doctor’s appointment she had.

I say I “tried” to do a video chat with them because the video call kept cutting out on my end! It worked fine between the two of them.

I wanted to discuss the two drawings below from Vincent. I tried using holy water to stop the activity but it didn’t work, and I didn’t think it would. Usually, when “Harold” is the source of what’s going on when I go to get the doll, I can literally feel Harold’s fear. This time I couldn’t and I knew before I even tried that it was the demon who was causing the disruption.

While we were talking Simon heard his son crying and calling for him. While still on camera, he went to his son’s room and showed Melanie and me that his son was actually fast asleep. When this happened so I decided to call it a day. Before I did, however, we all agreed that taking a break from following up on the leads, clues, and evidence we’ve been uncovering, thanks to Tonja would be a good idea as one of the things Vincent said was that people are, and will be hurt.

So unless something weird happens to one of us, or someone else, you probably won’t be hearing much about the doll for the near, foreseeable future. Personally speaking, though, as I told Mel and Simon, I do expect things to become worse, at least for me, before they get better, and I asked them to stay on their toes.

If you experience something you feel might be related to the doll, please do not hesitate to let me know!

Blessings,
Anthony

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Does Harold the Doll Move like the Annabelle?”

I was asked this question just this morning, but it’s one I’m asked a lot. My typical answer is, “No. he just sits around and hurts people.” 

Then, I remembered something I received from Marianne, recently – 

“Your little buddy was here yesterday evening. Can you please ask him to leave me alone? He didn’t do anything, just scared the crap out of me. He caught me off guard. I didn’t expect to see him standing behind me.

I was getting ice out of the freezer, and as I turn to put the ice in my cup I noticed someone behind me. He came to me as a little boy dressed in coveralls. He looked just like the doll and was dressed just like him.

Then he started pacing from left to right. He appeared to me like a small boy, with dark blonde hair, and light brown eyes. He was clad in short beige coveralls. His stare, I believe, was an intimidation tactic to scare me; however, I refuse to give in to him like that and give him that power. If he wants me to relay a message to you, that’s fine, I will do that, but I will not give him the satisfaction of fear or intimidation. The little f***** is not going to get to me that way. I’m angry and frustrated with him. I’ve been nothing but respectful to him but that doesn’t seem to matter.”

I contacted her, received her permission to reprint the above and asked her what she would say to people who are skeptical about the doll, or want to experience it for themselves – 

“Anyone who has had any type of experience with him knows that he knows who knows about him and what you know of him.

He isn’t some legend. He is real and will visit you in real time if he thinks you have dangerous information about him. Some of his pranks are childish yet others are cruel physically and emotionally. I am just to my breaking point with the little bastard. If he shows himself to me again, it’s game on and I will kick his ass. I’m done with him.

I’ve asked Anthony to drown the little asshole in holy water. I’ve also had him hold the phone to the doll to tell the little mother****** how angry and pissed I am at him.”

Whether it was the holy water or her cursing the spirit who calls himself “Harold”  and telling him what was on her mind, it seems to have worked. She hasn’t been visited since. But, there’s no telling how long that will last.

 

Searching for the Truth about Harold the Doll. Part One.

I want to start this off by saying that the original listing of the auction of this doll on eBay was a hoax. But there is something going on with the doll I can’t explain – at least not yet.

It’s because of these two facts that I decided, in 2013, to go public and let people know that I’ve had the doll since 2004, after winning it from Kathy Radzvilla, who won the original auction of the doll on eBay. I also decided to try to find out what the truth is behind the activity no matter where it might lead, and share what I discovered with you.

I asked Erica Goodson, a Clairvoyant, to do a reading on the doll. She eventually did three altogether. Each one became more bizarre and detailed than the one before.  She talked about a young girl owning the doll.

She described where the girl lived, and how she died. She said that the young girl’s brother was unjustly accused of the girl’s death, murdered, and his soul was “tethered” to the doll by use of ritual magic. I did not make these details of her reading public.

Within days after her reading a woman named Fiona (not her real name) contacted me and told things that Erica told me but I hadn’t made public. She said she had dreams in which she owned “Harold” and how she died at a young age. After she died, her half-brother was blamed for her death, killed, and his soul was confined in the doll.

She also told me the name she heard herself called in her dreams. What she said so corroborated what Erica said that I began to believe that she might be the reincarnated soul of the young girl Erica told me about in her reading of the doll.

Fiona also told me that she believed she died in the early 1800’s. Which made no sense to me whatsoever (I’ll explain why in a later post).

Many people, going back to 2004 suggested that there was a demon involved, or that the activity was “demonic.” I dismissed it since I didn’t believe in the existence of “demons.” This is why I did not take the doll to be looked at by people such as Lorraine Warren, John Zaffis, or any “demonologist” whatsoever. As recently as 2014, if I was asked in an interview if I thought a demon was involved, I would say, “No, because I don’t believe in demons.”

All that changed when Vincent (not his real name), a young autistic boy in Australia came into the picture. Then a man named Larry, in Baltimore, Maryland, and Melanie in New Mexico, had visions in which they described similar things as Vincent did without knowing what the other had told me.

Several series of events convinced me that demons do, in fact, exist. I wrote about those events in my book, “Harold the Haunted Doll.”

In this series of posts, I’ll share with you what has happened in the past year and a half in my search for the truth, where it stands today, and why I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever find it.

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A Huge Piece of the Puzzle and a Threat from the Demon.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – if I weren’t living this nightmare, I’m not sure I’d believe it myself. This story just got a bit weirder. 

“Ok, I’m not really sure how to go about this so I will do the best I can. I have had several dreams involving a house and dolls and also a word, ‘Derry’ in one of my dreams. I kept seeing this house in my dreams and got the feeling (I know, I know) that it was far fetched and unbelievable.

When I get cold, and its been cold here, I tend to fall asleep and I am not much of a sleeper. Well, it was no different yesterday, I wrapped up and started watching sappy girly movies and fell asleep. I woke up with a sense of dread and tightness in my chest, and sense of someone choking or not being able to breathe properly. I wasn’t going to say a word about anything, I was ready to let this all go until last night.

I’m a chronic insomniac and have been since birth (my poor mother). I usually watch something on YouTube to bore myself to sleep but last night was a bit different. Usually, I will watch Urban Explorers on YouTube, people that explore abandoned homes, malls, tunnels, what have you and that knocks me out.

Last night, call it a hunch if you want, I got to thinking about the house in my dreams and wondering if the reason I could not find it was because it had been abandoned or torn down. Well, again, following a hunch, I put in my search, “urban explorers Pennsylvania” and I saw the house!

It had everything from my dream in it from the columns, the French doors, the wallpaper, wainscoting (or what I call wainscotting), the back stairs, and the main stairs with the loft. The house was dilapidated and in near ruin inside with peeling paint, debris on the floors from where pieces of ceiling fell, broken windows and doors but, everything was there from my dream.

I now know who owned the house, the name of the mansion and a little of its history. I even found a picture of the house and the outside was just as it was in my dream.

I shared all this with Anthony along with the information I collected. I won’t say anything more till we can tie some of this together, but it appears (not saying it does, definitely without more research) that some of this may tie together.

Tonja Tate

Anthony’s note – Tonja has done more research into this and the house she saw in her dreams AND found on YouTube, does appear to seem to confirm Erica Cunningham’s reading of the doll, and Fiona’s dreams (too long to go into here, but I talk about it in my book)!

I’m sorry I can’t say more at this time, but the dots are connected. At this point, I’m trying to figure out the details. But, just as it has been for the past two years, the answers that are discovered only lead to more questions.

At the same time she was sharing with me about seeing the video, I received a message from Jane saying that Vincent was upset and saying that “… people will be hurt.” Because of this, I’ve asked my current team to stop their research for the time being. 

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Shortly after I posted this, just moments ago, in fact,  I received this from Tonja on Facebook Messenger  –

“I was in the kitchen washing my glass and I heard, ‘You know, now stop.’

[I] looked at [my husband] and said, ‘Stop what?’ He gave me a funny look and said, ‘I didn’t say anything.’

I said, ‘Yes you did. What am I supposed to stop?’

He didn’t say a word to me but I heard plain as day, ‘You know now stop.’

… don’t know what I know or you know, but I am taking heed.”

“You better be careful. You know too much!”

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It’s been so cold here that it seems I wrap in a quilt and get warm and cozy then fall asleep. I am not one that readily falls asleep at night and never have been. I don’t mean to fall asleep when I get cold but, I do.

I had another dream and this was no typical dream for me, it literally scared me so bad I woke up and cried. I am not a crier either, well not over a dream usually. I had to message Anthony in order to make sure he was ok. Was relieved when he said he was and I mean relieved, you will understand after I relay my dream.

I dreamed I saw a black figure standing in “someone’s” hallway but there was nothing remarkable about the said hallway except the black figure. In my dream, this black figure started to shimmer a bit intensifying in its glittery appearance. This black thing metamorphosized into something I can only call a smirking woman.

As I looking at her in my dream I heard a noise elsewhere and when I say elsewhere I mean a near distant elsewhere. It sounded like laughter at which point the black metamorphosized woman “floated towards” the noise. I timidly in my dream followed it, almost hypnotized by it. I could hear more laughter in my dream as we neared wherever the noise was coming from. I was being pulled towards it like I had no control but to follow this thing.

When the thing stopped in what appeared to be a foyer of a type (I had seen this in previous dreams) with stairs leading up to what appeared to be a loft where if you climbed the stairs you could look over and see downstairs. This black woman thing started shimmering again and went back to this black figure and I mean inky black with a form but no features just as one I had seen before.

As I came out of whatever had a hold on me, I slowly looked around and all the dolls I had previously dreamed of were STANDING lined up against the wall near the front door. I could hear a demonic maniacal laugh as I had heard before in my dreams when dreaming of these dolls. I could hear something say, “You better be careful, you know too much!”

I bolted out the front door and turned around to make sure nothing was following me. I have no clue where I was going in my dream but when I turned around, I again saw the house I had seen in a previous dream.

The warning was alarming to me in my dream and I woke up crying and very afraid. I immediately asked Anthony if he was ok to which he replied, ‘I am why did you have another dream?’

I told Anthony I was writing it up for him.

Tonja Tate

Anthony’s note – I want to thank Tonja for her concern for my well-being, for sharing her dream with me, and for allowing me to share it with you. Again, I welcome any thoughts or suggestions.