Harold the Doll makes good on his threat… AGAIN.

My friend, Kenneth Murray, passed along a message from “Harold” threatening to deal with Dustin, Vincent, and the other “meddlers” helping me. He also claimed he had “helpers” to assist him, so he wouldn’t have to reveal his true identity (I name this demon in my book).

Well, the demon seems to be making good on his promise.

Received this from someone who is helping me. I’m not revealing his name, and I’m changing the name of his family in order to protect their privacy. In other words, “The names have been changed to protect the innocent.”

This may seem a strange question but does the name Gail or Gale have anything to do with Harold?

It’s just that Roxanne tells me she had the strangest dream last night and the name Gail does ring a bell. Although I could be imagining it.

Although she felt it was to do with H.

She says she dreamt that there was a lady at the top of the stairs shouting ‘Gail’. She felt terrified of the woman and was too scared to investigate. She said she was also feeling furious at me for helping you and wanted to beg me to stop. I have asked her to write everything down before she forgets it.

…all Roxanne knew was that it was a woman’s voice. I have told her to write down any feelings or impressions she got.

Ok here’s what she has put down on paper for me, it sounds almost like she has had some sort of waking dream.

“My son Lonnie had woke up through the night. I got into bed with him to settle him down. I fell asleep with him as I was doing so some time later I awoke to feel a presence at the side of the bed, I felt sheer terror and turned to cuddle into my son who was sleeping soundly.

I began drifting off eventually but heard a female voice from the stairs, shouting “Gail!” I was filled with absolute fear, but at the same time rage towards my husband Sean. This happened again three more time, and each time I was terrified. I could also feel myself snarling with anger at Sean. In my thoughts I was telling him to stop helping Anthony but he had refused me.”

I’m not sure what to make of it if I am honest but the fact she heard the name Gail has me all kinds of interested!

I asked him to show her this picture which Melanie Blystra drew, and reminds me of the woman Vincent drew,

Harold's minions

who, according him, is Harold’s “new bestie.” (see below)

Harold's new bestie

It really makes me wonder if there has been something influencing her especially after her dream last night and her anger towards me.  She was acting so out of character. She is such a lovely person and it really wasn’t like her at all.

A few things have happened here that was really strange although they haven’t been occurring all the time.

One day Roxanne saw me leave the house from our front door. I had already left from the back, and drove to the supermarket. When I returned through the back door she said, “Oh, I  thought you must have gone to the store over the road since you went out the front.”

She was quite perplexed when I said I had left through the back door and [she] insisted she saw me leave from the front.

A few weeks prior we had called out for a few drinks as my friend Ron was back in town. I could see her looking worried over in the direction of the bar. I asked her what was wrong and she said that she would tell me later.

On the way home she said she could see me standing at the bar on the cctv monitor even though I was sitting next to her. Same clothes, same mannerisms, everything.

A while ago I saw Lonnie about to try and walk down the stairs alone (hes not that steady so I always accompany him). I ran towards him but he wasn’t there. He was playing in his bedroom.

The last thing to happen before Roxanne’s dream last night was when I was out running some errands. Roxanne and Lonnie both heard someone trying the front door. The front door has frosted glass on and Roxanne couldn’t see anyone. She quickly ran to the window and saw no one there, the gate was shut also so I don’t think anyone could have gotten away that quickly. Poor Lonnie got a fright and ran away from the sound of it, tripping over, bless him.

Roxanne rang me straight away and I could tell something was bothering her just by the way she said hello.

“You know, maybe you need to back away from helping me for a bit,” I wrote back to him.

Perhaps i do a little although I feel not altogether.

It’s a very clever entity. I think it likes to psyche you out, it finds where you are weakest and hits you there.


Anthony’s note – I have no idea who “Gail” is, but I do have a feeling I’m going to find out.

What is the truth about this doll, and how is it able to create such havoc? You can find out by reading my book –

Harold High Resolution Front Cover 2



Melanie’s vision of Harold the Doll Part One


Melanie Bystra, who created this artwork after seeing it in a vision

Harold cover photo

contacted me to tell me of another vision she had. Here is her account of what happened (reprinted with permission) –

September 13, 2015, I woke up because my leg hurt. I had David, my husband, rub it because the pain was so horrible it was keeping me from sleeping.

After he rubbed my leg we could not go back to sleep. David said it felt like something was going to happen, there was a heaviness in the room. We talked for a little while and as I was drifting off to sleep I started seeing faces floating before me. My eyes were wide open. I shut them and still saw the faces. I didn’t think to much of it because sometimes I see faces when I close my eyes to sleep…but I was seeing them with my eyes open and shut. No matter what I did I saw faces.

I saw a thin face of a woman, the small round face of a small child with short hair, a man’s face that had a frown on it and he was wearing a derby hat. I also saw a boy who looked about 10-12 years old. The faces appeared to me one at a time and kind of faded in and out as I saw each one, probably because I was opening and shutting my eyes.

After I saw the man in the derby hat I mentioned to David that I was seeing faces. (David was laying next to me facing my back) I asked him if he was seeing what I was seeing. He told me yes and started to describe the faces I had been seeing. He said he saw a young child , a boy, a woman, and a man in a hat. I asked him if it was a derby hat and he said yes and he saw the frown on the man’s face also and he described the clothing the man was wearing exactly as I saw them. I closed my eyes and was still seeing them. Seeing the faces over and over again was starting to freak me out. So David told them that we knew they were there, but we needed to sleep and they needed to leave and told them God Bless you.

After he did that he saw a dark mass floating near the ceiling. It moved past our bathroom door and into our living room. When I shut my eyes I no longer saw the faces. Instead I saw a calming white light and was eventually able to go back to sleep.

Neither one of us said anything to each other after this happened but I mentioned to him when i got up that afternoon that I thought that it was “Harold” that was in our room early Sunday morning. David told me he had thought the same thing.

I asked her to draw what she saw, and she did. I sent a cropped pic of the drawing with just the man’s face to Vincent’s mom in Australia. I asked her to put it somewhere that Vincent would see it, but not to mention it to him.

She found it later in the trash, crumpled up, and covered with the yogurt that she had given Vincent for breakfast.

I recently received the original drawing from Melanie.

Melanies vision