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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Harold the Doll’s Attacking Me on Two Fronts Now

I woke up this morning around 4:20 a.m. and a couple of minutes later I received a message from Jane, Vincent’s mum. She asked me if I was okay, then sent me the following pictures.


She said that he wasn’t being himself. What he told his mum was that (and I’m paraphrasing here) I’m being attacked on two fronts. He couldn’t be more correct.

Abaddon is in the upper left. He warned me through my friend Ken, a few months ago, that he has his own “helpers,” which Vincent has drawn as an attacking dog. The three imprisoned souls are to the left of the seated figure (me).

It appears that now that the family is back home, Abaddon has decided to turn his attention back on me.

I’d like to ask for your continued prayers for Vincent and his family, and I’d also like to ask for your prayers on my behalf. Vincent had it right when he told his mum he drew me the way he did because I don’t know ‘what way’ to turn.

As he put it, ‘It’s here. It’s there. From every way.’

I thought to myself, “That explains what’s been going on with me lately.”

I so wish that this was over, but as far as I’m concerned, it won’t be until the three souls imprisoned by Abaddon are free, or I’ve done everything I can to make sure it happens.But as my new friend, Susan Louise Hensby, told me just this morning, You know it’s going to be one hell of a fight to release these souls. 

I know. It’s been a hell of a fight so far, and it’s not even close to being over yet. And Abaddon is upping the game.

Perhaps “Harold the Doll” should be “Herald the Doll.”

When Vincent was being attacked, and his family tormented, one of my goals was to find out the real name of the entity who called himself, Harold. The name Vincent, gave me Abaddon/Apollyon chilled me to the bone. It was a demon in the Bible.

Vincent is moderately to severely autistic, and isn’t familiar with the Bible. His mother and father aren’t religious either. The name he wrote would have one he either seen, heard, or both.

If he’s correct, some people would say that. according to the Bible, we are living in the end times. Is this article further evidence of that? What do you think?

Harold Makes Good on His Threat.

In my last post, “Harold Threatens Me… Again,” there was this passage –

‘hey there…. i just got another message for you from you know who…. it reads “Anthony, Anthony, Anthony…. again we dance the dance???? do you know how many there have been before you??? and how many there will be after you???? you and your helpers… they will be dealt with in time…. tell “vincent” that i will pay special attention to him soon…. tell Dustin that he can’t stop me…”

“Vincent” is the name of the young boy I wrote about in my book. He and his family were attacked to the point the Catholic Church was called in to help.

But Dustin? I couldn’t think of who that could be.

Last night I woke up from a sound sleep around 12:30 am. I was wide awake and I had no clue why. Then @ 1:01 a.m. I received the following on Facebook Messenger –

Hey buddy I got a question for you I know you probably get this a lot but can you do like online readings about health and stuff I’m in absolute pure torment tonight with with back. 

I looked to see who sent it to me. His name is Dustin. All of a sudden chills went up and down my spine. He had actually messaged me before, but I’d forgotten about it.

Here’s part of his previous messages –

Anthony may i talk to you please i have some info i think you might want to know
this happen to me about 2 days ago and haven’t really try to talk to anyone about for the simple fact It could jeopardize my job as a ******* and plus I dont want people to think im a complete fruitcake
a cpl of nights ago i had horrible dream and Harold was present in the dream
I cant remember much details from this dreams simply cause i not goot at remembering dreams but the few details i do remember was like i was on hell but hell was not on fire
I remember be chased and tormented by a lot of demons and for some reason Harold was present and was one of the ones tormenting me
That’s about all i remember from the dream cause i did wake up but the next mornings i was taking a shower and noticed that when they water and soap i was using touched my left lower leg i had a real bad burning stinging pain
I checked that out and saw i had a small burn on my leg that i can not explain
i have not injured myself in anyway lately so i no it could not have been self inflicted or done by accident
I am wondering if this could have anything to do with Harold even though i have never seen him or come in contact with him except for online ?
That was back in January of this year. Then last night he wrote –
Hey buddy I got a question for you I know you probably get this a lot but can you do like online readings about health and stuff I’m in absolute pure torment tonight with with back.
Oh… my… God… have you read my latest blog post?
Actually no I haven’t I’m sorry I do follow your page and post but they don’t always show up on my wall I’m sorry if I offended you or did something wrong
I sent him a copy of my last blog post.
I didn’t do it what ever it was just got back for the ER got 3 bulgeing discs in my back 2 shots of morphine I’m still in pure torment of pain. Just pure pain like someone is stabbing me in the back can’t bend over what so ever hurts to sit down on bend feels like I have a Mac truck sitting on my lower back and extremely tight and tense.
After he read the post, he wrote –
WTF it says my name in the first paragraph! Dude that weird as heck
Dustin and I messaged back and forth for about an hour.
Well I mean no disrespect but if you can please make this son of a gun back off I’m in tears I’m in so much pain.
I explained to him that I’m still trying to understand why some people are attacked, and others aren’t. I’m told all of the time by people how they don’t believe what I’m saying because they “provoked” the doll and nothing happened. (I’m convinced that there are people who have done just that, paid the price, and won’t talk about it.)
And then there are people who have done no such thing, like my friend Camille, who I wrote about in my book, and has been attacked just a week ago, and now Dustin.
After last night, talking to Dustin, I’m do believe I’m beginning to understand what’s going on. I know that the demon that owns the doll, and the entity that calls itself, “Harold.” want me to back off – ideally, give the doll away, or give up my search for the truth completely. They know how much anguish it causes me knowing that innocent people are being hurt.
But I also believe that the reason I have the doll is that God, in all of eternity, couldn’t find a bigger, more stubborn, bonehead, than me. The demon is strong, but God is stronger!
All of this only makes me more determined to find out the truth about what is going on with the doll, and faster… and end this whole thing….
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The Blue Stone

The night of my attack last week, Vincent’s mom told me he was half asleep saying I needed to find the “blue stone.” Well, I did happen to see one a couple of days before, and told her so. She was shocked.

A couple of days later, Jane messaged me saying he asked her again, if I had found the blue stone. I sent her a picture of the blue stone I was talking about, and she showed it to him. He looked at it and asked if I found the blue stone.

I sent her another pic of another blue stone (turquoise actually). He again said I needed to find the blue stone.

I went to the local metaphysical store and took pictures of blue crystals. Nope.

I took pictures of a local diner, “The Blue Moon Cafe.” Uh… no.

He asked again, a couple of more times this past week. “He’s really focused on you finding the blue stone,” Jane told me.

Vincent said that before I move on I need to find the blue stone and make a movie about my book. Sent Jane the book trailer. (“Scared the shit out of me to be honest with you.”) She told Vincent I had done it. He smiled and said, “He’ll hear good news soon. Did he find the blue stone?”

“I have an idea,” I told Jane. “Ask him to draw what the blue stone looks like.”

Around 3:30 this morning (6:30 pm, Australia) I received a messaged. “Your blue stone.”

Guess, what I’m looking for today.Harold and the blue stone

Haunted Harold doesn’t want Vincent interfering anymore!

A few days ago I received a message from Jane, Vincent’s mom (not their real names for purposes of privacy). She told me he said, I know Uncle Ant is sad. He needs to tell the story. 

It’s true… I’ve been upset. I went through so much to get the book published, feeling as though the entity in the doll has been fighting tooth and nail to stop me. I knew what he was talking about when he said I’m “sad.” (It does freak me out that he knew that, but it’s not unusual. He’s typically aware of my moods.) I had no idea what story he was referring to as far as the “story” so I wrote back and asked her to ask him.

I received these messages from Vincent’s mom this morning –

Ok was having a chat to [Vincent] … he says the story you need to tell is about the people you are helping. I asked who,he said the one’s Uncle Ant is helping get back home to the sunshine with the biggest smile.

I then asked another question, I can’t even remember what I asked as his answer throw me …he said,’It doesn’t want me to see mummy. It keeps showing darkness so I can’t do it. It doesn’t want me to get in the way!’

I left it at that as he seemed to be getting a bit restless.

That threw me too as Vincent can only draw what he sees, and drawing is the way he communicates best as to what’s going on as far as how I need to be aware of with the doll. Well, I’ll follow his advice. Since I revealed the identity of the entity in my book, I’ll start working on writing, and telling, what I know about three of the four spirits in the doll. The one who calls himself, “Harold,” and two of the three held captive with him.

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Haunted Harold – “This is too weird!”

Scratching head

Vincent, my young friend in Australia, told me earlier this week that I would receive “good news” about what I’m supposed to do next on Friday (yesterday). He said it would come from a “nice lady.”

Thursday I received an email that I didn’t read until yesterday from someone named Robin (my ex-wife’s name, but I didn’t think it was her). I called the number given in the email, and left my own number for her to call back.

Robin called back, and boy was I surprised! She was a “HE.” He was a very pleasant to talk to. What we talked about I can’t reveal just yet because we’re still negotiating everything, but I can tell you it has to do with Harold.

Anyway, we were talking about the doll, and our connection started going whacky. Even Robin commented about how strange it was that it happened after we started talking about the doll. I told him it happens all of the time.

I was saying how the story of Harold did start out as a hoax, created the Greg, who originally sold the doll on eBay. This came as a surprise to Robin. I also told him that the truth is scarier than anything made up for the movies or television because it’s real. As I’m sharing stories with him about the doll, suddenly I hear a WOMAN’S voice saying, “What are you talking about?”

I almost crapped  my pants when I realized that somehow, in the middle of my story, I lost Robin and had my friend Donna​ on the phone! I have no idea how this happened as I didn’t switch the phone calls. I asked her if I could call her back, called Robin and told him what happened, saying, “Welcome to my world.”

He was so excited he said, “I need to go. I need to call my office. This is too weird!”

It didn’t hit me until after we hung up that this is what Vincent was predicting. I hate to leave you hanging, but that’s all I can say for right now. When the time is right, you will know all about it though!