As we continue to get questions regarding our experiences, we've decided we're going to answer some of them as a blog entry. Our thoughts are that if the answer requires more than a couple of quick sentences then we should share it here.
Don't worry...we will continue to tell our story and Semana del los Muertos - la segunda parte will be finished soon.
I got this question recently. "Early on, you talked about not accepting things were happening. When did you start believing that something was happening?"
It's true that when we first moved here, I didn't accept the fact that things were happening as well as how they were effecting us. I was raised very conservatively with, what I like to call, "single mindset thinking." I always tried to find logically explanation for everything that occurred and I repressed my experiences from my childhood that could have help me realized what was happening. So it took something that obviously couldn't be explained logically and the experience would have to involve me.
My belief started with the scream. I was home alone and working in the basement. It was winter and was cold & dark. Some odd things started to happen while I was down there. I dismissed them until the crazy women scream so loudly it hurt my ears. It scared me to death and I got out of the basement as fast as I could. I was so terrified that I waited outside in the cold until Jennifer and the girls got home.
At that point I couldn't deny that something was indeed here. That's when I began to believe. I unintentionally opened myself up after that experience too and I didn't even realize that I was doing so.
"Can You Hear Me Now!"
I wrote about this experience in more detail in blog entry "Can You Hear Me Now!" Just click on the text to read it.
I hope that everyone likes the Q&A part of the blog. If you have a question, we encourage you to ask. Our goal in sharing our story continues to be to help those who are suffering and just need some courage to get the help they need. No one should suffer in silence.
We've made it easier to submit questions too! Just Fill out the "Contact Us" Form on upper right.
If your question is for one of us in particular, please say who it's directed to. Also, we won't publish your name unless you specifically ask us to do so.
This is our ghost story from the beginning to where we are now. Thanks to help of Amy Allan and Steve DiSchiavi, along with the rest of The Dead Files, we are able to live a somewhat normal life.
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