Report: Rural Property Part 2- Demonic Oppression

Initial Investigation

This was a difficult investigation. Most paranormal activity is disturbing for the owner having to live with it, but is nonthreatening to an investigator.  This investigation showed the influence of something much more dangerous than a ghost banging doors.

-Turtle

Turtle’s Account:

We made entry through the front door adjacent to the garage, and walked through the house together to get a feel for the layout where everything was, before returning to the downstairs game room where the front door we made entry through was located. The house was currently on the market, so we would not be putting any equipment in the house at this time.  Just taking baseline readings and getting a feel for the house. Pigeon was getting the baseline EMF of the room while I photographed the room from each doorway and corner, checking temperature readings at each corner and threshold. We had been in the house maybe 10 minutes, and had just moved into the upstairs doing the same through the kitchen/ dining room. Pigeon had become agitated and angry about her intense dislike of the house, the oppressive atmosphere, and frustration with the entire situation. I assumed it was due to the remote location, long drive, and the smell in the place. The house smelled like urine or old food.  She said she had to get out of the house, and went outside. Pigeon is the team leader, and the one with the most experience not only in paranormal investigations, but in actual exorcisms. I take my lead from her, and while the agitation was out of character, I thought nothing of it at the time.

I stayed inside and continued going through the attached garage and the lower-level game room to finish getting baseline sweeps for EMF and temp.  I assumed Pigeon was simply outside by the car taking a brief break outside to clear her head and regroup. I started getting worried after maybe 5 minutes when Pigeon still had not come inside.

I went through the house, calling Pigeon’s name, but she was not inside. I went outside and walked around the house and into the backyard calling her name. The property has a big Quonset hut, big enough to hold a big-rig and trailer, about 100 yards behind the house. I walked to and around the Quonset hut, calling her name loudly the whole way. Still no sign of her. I circled back to the house, checked again, not finding her.  I was getting concerned.

I sent Pigeon a text asking where she was and called her phone. No answer. But the texts would be time tagged to show when I text asking where she was.  So it served as an official time stamp for when I started looking for her.  At this point the baseline recon of the house was forgotten.

I walked the gravel road loop that went around to the gravel pit in the back, shouting her name at full volume as I went. I could hear the voices of the neighbors in the house to the south, approx. 100 yards through the tree line. After finishing the loop and not finding her, I went through the house again yelling, then back through the backyard and the trail loop one more time.

I texted again saying that I didn’t know where she was and I was going to drive up and down the road looking for her. There is only one road by the house, running north/ south. I drove about 4 miles north, thinking that was as far as she could have gone in the time that she was missing if she were on foot. Then turned around and drove back to the house and about 4 miles past the house in the southern direction.  I texted Pigeon when I left the house to go north, again when I turned back around to go the other way. I called her. There was no response. I did not see her on the road at all, drove back to the house. When I approached the house after driving in both directions and returning, I saw her walking across the front lawn toward the neighbor’s place. I pulled in fast and honked to get her attention. She turned and looked absolutely furious, demanding to know why I’d left her behind and driven off without her.

I told her I’d been searching for her for about 45 minutes. She looked acted as if I was lying. She said she’d only stepped outside for a few minutes: walked into the backyard, followed the loop trail to the gravel pit. She said she stopped to check out a hole in the ground that struck her as really out of place, paused briefly by the Quonset hut, and headed back toward the house. From her perspective, she’d returned to find me gone, and believed I’d abandoned her there. She hadn’t wanted to go back inside alone so she was heading to the neighbor’s house.  When I pulled into the driveway and honked at her, she had just returned from the backyard, saw the car was gone and started walking across the front yard to get to the neighbors house.

Only when I showed her the timestamps on the unanswered texts and calls did the objective time discrepancy sink in for both of us. We were both disturbed. As soon as we were away from the property, Pigeon’s anger completely lifted, returning her to her normal self almost instantly once we were off the land.

I had been all over the same small property yelling her name, and she’d walked the exact same areas, yet neither of us had seen or heard the other. She even mentioned hearing the neighbors talking in the distance, but nothing from me - no footsteps, no voice, nothing. There was no logical way we shouldn’t have crossed paths multiple times.  She mentioned hearing distant voices from the neighbors but nothing from me, even though I had been loudly calling her name in the exact areas she’d walked through. I had walked the same trail, the Quonset hut, the backyard, and the house multiple times without ever crossing her path.

Pigeon’s Account:

Upon entering the house, I felt a sense of unease but was determined to fulfil our purpose for being there. I have been in uncomfortable situations before and was confident that this would not affect me in a way that would negatively impact our investigations. After entering the house, I made my way up the small set of stairs to the level that the kitchen and other living spaces was on. The house was off putting to enter. There was a strange smell that I could not quite place. It smelled something like wet dog or mildewed clothing in a washing machine. The house was dark despite the presence of a multitude of windows.

I made my way back to the bedrooms and entered the first bedroom that I found on the left. It was painted very strangely, white with red splotches, which bothered me for some reason I couldn’t figure out. The owner had not finished painting the room. It was left half finished. The door was also half painted. Despite the fact the house was inhabited until three weeks prior, there were dead flies in the corner of the room and clustered on the window sill. There were also cobwebs in the corner of the room. We had been told this was a guest room in an active house where the previous owner’s mother had stayed for several months just before we were there. It was very strange that it was so dirty. You would think it was abandoned if you didn’t know better.

Upon staying in the room for a few minutes, I started to feel myself getting very angry about an issue that was going on in my personal life. I kept running thoughts and memories regarding this issue through my head repeatedly. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. My anger was focused intensely on my romantic partner. After a relatively short amount of time, I was filled with rage. I walked outside to encounter Turtle in the garage. He showed me something that he found in the garage. For whatever reason, that object reminded me of what was making me angry and that pushed me farther than I could handle. I had to get out. I told Turtle I was going for a walk. I walked around the back of the house to the airplane hanger type building in the backyard. I walked by it up a gravel pathway and found a gravel pit at the end. When I was at the gravel pit, I was drawn to a hole there that unnerved me. I was afraid of it for some reason I couldn’t place. It felt wrong, like it shouldn’t be there. I was terrified to look into it. I did, mostly just to prove that I was being silly. There was nothing in there, but it made my skin prickle. I walked by towards the structure at the back of the house along the gravel road and stood beside it for a moment with my eyes closed, just listening to the world around me. I heard the neighbors to the west outside. It sounded like they were having a conversation about fixing a car. After a few minutes, I walked back to the house and found the car gone. I was shocked. I had no phone, no purse. I looked for Turtle in the house but he was nowhere to be found. I panicked. There was no landline in the house. I had no way to call out. I felt a sense of deep sadness like I had been abandoned there and wasn’t sure what to do. The nearest neighbor was a bit of a walk and they were the only ones close. The thought of going back in the house terrified me, so I decided to walk to the neighbor’s house to see if I could use their cellphone. I was halfway across the yard when I saw Turtle pull in the driveway. I was furious. I ran at him, so upset about why he would abandon me at that house and that is when he told me what had been occurring to him for the last hour.

Important Notes:

The owner suffered significant health issues while living in the house - hair falling out, teeth becoming loose, bleeding around his finger and toe nails, coin sized pieces of flesh falling out of his mouth, and bouts of nausea that lasted weeks.  All these health issues resolved weeks after leaving the house.  Later, medical checks showed he did not suffer from heavy metal poisoning, radiation, or any other chemical toxin, and his doctors gave him a clean bill of health.

The water of the well was tested before listing with a realtor, and showed no contamination or heavy metals.

The house did not have carbon-monoxide or other gas leaks. 

The house was inspected for mold prior to listing. There was no significant mold in the house, and the house was professionally cleaned prior to listing.  The owner has a mold allergy and a history of asthma, stating he would have had breathing difficulties if he was in a house with mold.

Conclusion:

There was more to this investigation, but in the end, we were forced to conclude that this house had a demonic presence.  “Demonic” is a word that is thrown around far far too much in the paranormal community.  I have said before, that the influencer need for more engagement has retired the word “ghost” and replaced it with “demon” in the paranormal community.  The entity in the house had the ability to effect people even from a quarter mile outside the house. Pigeon’s perception of time was severely warped.  Her emotional reaction to the house mirrored statements made by the owner of his perception being altered from what the people around him saw.  The mold, insects, signs of decay that seemed to be greater than the actual amount of time the house had sat unoccupied are signs of demonic presence.

This was also, from our perspective, a failure.  We were unable to cleanse the house.  The area is very rural.  The Catholic Dioecies is small and spread out over a large rural area. The owner is not an active member of the Catholic Church.  Because of these factors, the Church was unable to investigate the possibility of demonic possession on the property. 

While most priests and ministers are happy to take the time to bless a house, that would not be enough.  Such blessings can in fact increase hostile activity.  Poking a dangerous creature doesn’t lessen its threat, it just irritates it and makes it mad.  We had first-hand experience with the entity in the house, and could say without trying it that wards and blessings would not drive out the entity or protect the house.  The house needed an exorcism. 

Pigeon has led and assisted in dozens of exorcisms, but the entity seemed to target her very quickly.  We needed additional people experienced in exorcisms to help Pigeon through the ritual, and we were unfortunately unable to find anyone willing to come to this remote area.  In fact, we reached out to TAPs and several other active groups in New England, hoping to get a referral of someone who could help, with a disappointing result.  We kept trying.  But in the end, exorcising the house was not the owner’s priority- it was selling the house and moving on.  

It is frustrating knowing that something is there.  That it is dangerous with such a powerful ability to attack people and cause harm.  But in the end, the owner is away from it.  So is his daughter.  May the house stay empty until it collapses into rubble.