I Have also created terrible things by accident.

 

So, here we are, in our new home in Londonderry (early 90's not today). To be one hundred percent honest, I prayed for this house and to get out of the last house in Derry for obvious reasons. I prayed to Saint Jude for our new house. Let me explain...

My husband came from a very Catholic family. So Catholic in fact that his mother (my dear mother-in law) always hoped that my husband would become a priest when he was growing up.

He became a father, but not the kind that she had hoped for, LOL.

Putting that aside, she had always tried to keep us close to Jesus and active in our religion and when shit was happening in our old house, she would give me prayer cards, she would have a priest come to our house and he would walk through blessing everything and he would even perform actual masses in my living room, in attempt to make whatever was in our house, leave.

So it should be no surprise that I was familiar with St. Jude. The saint of hopeless cases and who was the Saint I prayed to for nine straight days for my house in Londonderry.

I prayed for a 3 bedroom home, in a very nice area not too far from my mom, with a fenced in yard and a pool for the kids. In my prayer, I also included a family dog.

I shit you not, within a week, my husband and I were on our way to view a 3 bedroom home in Londonderry, which had a fenced in yard, was in a sought after area and had an in-ground pool and jacuzzi.

We moved in one month later. Six months later I gave birth to our fourth little girl, and eight weeks later, we got a puppy!!

Sounds great right? Almost too good to be true. My prayers were literally answered.

I now know that I was creating and it had absolutely nothing to do with praying to a saint, but I did not know that then.

Well, that aside, shits about to get real.

About two years after we moved into our new home in Londonderry, my oldest daughter would come home from school and she started noticing red writing on her white desk that she insisted she did not write. The red writing consisted of disturbing statements, name calling etc. and was quite sloppily written.

Within a couple of days or it seemed, my daughter came home and she yelled for me to come to her bedroom. When I went into her bedroom, her tape player was playing her music backwards and neither one of us could make it stop.

The next few nights would result in my daughter hearing a tapping in her bedroom. It was to the point that she refused to sleep with her light off.

From here, we would live in fear for a very long time.

It was summer time because my husband and I were running our air conditioner in our bedroom when it had to be about 11pm one night and we heard a knock on our bedroom door. We knew the kids had been in bed since 7:30pm so we believed that one of the little ones may have been having a nightmare, especially since the knock on the door was at a low level on the door.

Expecting to see one of the little ones, I opened the door and there was my oldest daughter standing there with a terrified look on her face.

She tried so hard, but not much was coming out, but what she did struggle to say was; “mom help me, he's in me”.

Just as the words left her mouth, I witnessed my poor baby being slammed against the hallway wall by an invisible force, and being stuck to the wall in a very unnatural, non human position as she tried so hard to cry for help, but the words just would not come out.

My husband literally grabbed the holy water that we had, thanks to my mother in law and he sprayed my poor baby with it. Initially, my poor baby, who was for this instance, was not my poor baby, just looked at me, sneered at me, took her finger which was pointing at me and stated; “youuuoooo”, but not in my baby's voice. No, this was a deep, hollow voice that sounded nothing like my daughter.

Whatever had hold of my daughter made it clear that it did not like me at all and would not remove its hollow, glaring eyes away from me.

At this point all of our kids are awake and in the hallway crying and asking what is happening.

Just as quickly as it happened, it ended and my daughter slumped to the floor in the hallway.

My husband and I were very shaken up.

I think we both had a hard time processing what had just happened. We had all of the kids sleep in our bedroom that night because they were rightfully scared, but also, we were too.

The next morning, my husband wanted to leave to go to a store because he wanted to get me a crucifix and get it blessed by a priest. For the first time in my life, I did not want to be left alone with my oldest daughter. Honest to God, I was afraid. I have never in my life seen or experienced anything like we had experienced the night before. It wasn't so much that I was afraid of whatever it was, I was afraid of not being able to help my daughter if it happened again.

At that time, I didn't think I was strong enough.

We all left together to buy a crucifix. My husband believed that whatever had taken hold of my daughter was directing its anger at me due to what we had experienced and he wanted me protected.

During this time, my husband called our family priest who came to the house the same night, he blessed my crucifix, he blessed the entire house and he performed a Mass.

Our family priest was a professor, had performed several exorcisms, had married us and had baptized all of our children. When he had completed everything, he reassured us that whatever was in my house, was in fact gone. And it was, for a time.

I will say this, at this point in time, the phrase; “In the name of Jesus, I command you to leave this house” had become the phrase that my kids would grow up to rely on. Keep reading more short, but true stories to find out why.

My mother in law always insisted that we were “chosen”, as if by God.

If you would like to read more of these short stories, I wrote a book about them.

It's called “No One Would Believe It: A Collection of Short Unbelievable True Stories”

The book ties into the time when I thought I had psychic abilities, not realizing that I was creating / manifesting everything that was going on. Turns out, some of my adult kids who I believed were “Indigo” (can see ghosts) can actually create / manifest easily too!

How did I create / manifest all of these awful things? Read this