Semana de los Muertos - Quinta Parte

Alright, so now I am sufficiently horrified by the day’s events.  I continue to safeguard the kitchen and house securing anything sharp in the drawer.  Lance comes into the kitchen telling me he’s chilly and then returns to the open bedroom.  He puts on a blue flannel shirt and buttons it up mostly.  I’m busy so I don’t realize how weird this is for him to say, as he is always hot natured, and we are the ones freezing.  I am now ready to go to Grandma’s when I see him staring out the front window.  What he says shakes me to the core.  Lance is a typical jock type of guy not fancy in words nor stance.  He is 6’ tall weighs around 220 lbs.  He is a burly man with plenty of manly hair covering his chest and face.  He is NOT formal by any stretch of the imagination.  However, as I look over to him wondering why he has stopped packing to stare out the window, I notice this; while standing and peacefully looking out our front window which oversees most of our yard, with hands folded neatly behind his back, he says this to me.  “You have a very lovely place here.”  My heart drops to the floor, my nerves tense up in panic mode again, I know 100% this is NOT my husband.  Thankfully my phone was right in front of me on the bar charging.  “Thank the Lord!” I thought.  I turned on the video on my phone to catch what would come next.

Okay so here I stand trying to act cool while this strange man is in my house and no one else is around to save me.  I am scared shitless!!!  Onward through the fog I go, aiming the camera at him, as he continues to speak to me in a very proper unfamiliar phrasing of words flowing from his mouth.  After he tells me how beautiful my property is while staring out the window he carefully turns around while remaining put in front of the window.  He looks around the room at everything on the mantle and walls and then tells me you have a very nice home.  He is now walking toward me in the kitchen where I stand at the bar recording his every word.  Thankfully he is back a few feet, or I may have pissed myself.  He walks a straight line as he joins me in the kitchen.  He asks me if he could trouble me for a cup of coffee.  I of course say of course and ask him what he would like in his coffee.  Very confused by my question he says with a curious look on his face, “I would like it in a cup please, Thank you.”  I agree and walk over to the coffee pot to get away from him.  He begins to pace slowly by the entryway to the living room admiring our decorations and walls and kitchen, looking up and down happily.  I ask him if he is here with anyone else.  He says no and tells me he likes my home.  I ask him where he is from.  Luckily the video remains of this part of the story.  He tells me the story of his life where he was born and how he came to be here now.  I am not feeling safe and suggest that we go outside.  He agrees and says, “Yes I would like that.”  and then starts walking closer into the kitchen stops and says.  “I’d like that coffee now.”  I then tell him “yes of course” as I quickly try to think of a way to get him to go outside.  “I can make you some coffee outside” he seems to be appeased by this idea and we start to head out of the kitchen when the coffee pot Beeps loudly.  He is startled and confused by this sound and looks all around turning in a circle trying to find the reason for the strange beeping noise he hears.  He then looks directly at the coffee pot.  Again says “I would like that coffee now.”  Looking as if he knows I’m stalling.  “Let’s go outside!”  I notice he is looking at the drawer that I had put all the knives in, still standing in right in front of them.  I tell him “Why don’t you come over here by me?”  “I want you to come over and stand by me!”  He walks slowly over to me but keeps his distance and tells me this.  “Oh no I would not be comfortable with that!”  I ask him why not?  “that would not be proper as you are a married lady with a man in your home and we should not be alone in the house together.”  He returns to the entry of the living room and stares at Maya, Lance’s guard dog.  He is smiling at her and she is not alarmed seemingly sprawled out on the floor with her chest showing.  I ask him if he likes my dogs.  He looks straight at Maya and says this, “I like this dog!  She is beautiful.  She has a Cross on her chest!  Her mother was killed by coyotes!”  and chuckles weirdly after his statement.    Well now I am very freaked out and tell him “I am going to go outside to get your coffee.”  As I go through the kitchen to the front door he follows me, and I am glad…that is until he reaches for the doorknob to open the door for me and then stops suddenly.  He stands completely in front of my exit and says “I don’t want to go outside anymore.  I like it better in here!”  As I feel my “fight or flight” instincts kick in, my heart skips a beat, as I look up at him and see a wicked little smile.   He stands seemingly larger and blocking the door to my escape.

I think to myself…. I’M OUT!!!!!

I turn and walk as quickly as I can to my back door and get the hell out of there!  My cell phone in hand and my fingers calling 911 Emergency to call the cops to come protect me as now I feel I am in danger.  My fear remains although I feel safer because in my house is still a rifle and the knives that could potentially kill my husband who currently is nowhere to be found in his normal state.  As I stand by my front gate calling the police I hear a voice.  The 911 operator ask the typical questions for a traumatized woman.   “911 what is your emergency?”  I explain I need the police to come to my house because my husband is in danger.  “Where is your husband?”  “What is going on?”  I try to explain that he is not himself and that we have a rifle and knifes in my home and I am afraid he could get killed.  “Are you okay Ma’am?  Did he hurt you?  NO!!!  Are you safe?”  Yes!!!  Please just hurry before he gets hurt!!!!  Please hurry!!!!”  By this time, he has walked out the back door and is walking to the pond.  I am more afraid now, so I flag down the first man I see coming out of the neighborhood across from ud.  He sees my horrified face, tears rolling down my face and quickly comes to my aid.  I tell him my fears and beg him to run into the house to retrieve the rifle before Lance returns inside the house.  He runs to grab it and returns safely.  I beg him to stay with me until the police arrive because I am shaking and trembling barely able to stand at this point.  I am bawling uncontrollably loudly fearing my husband will be hurt or killed by whatever is controlling him.  Finally, the police arrive and I call Lance’s mother to return.  I tell the police he is in the back somewhere walking around.  I tell them what has happened today bits and pieces.  They think I’m crazy and asks me the typical questions.  “Has your husband started new medication?”  NO!!  “Has he ever hurt you?”  NO!!!  “Has he ever hurt himself?”  NO!!!  Please just go get him and make sure he’s safe!!!   Okay Ma’am.”  Some police go to find him, and another takes me outside the gate to safety.  By this time Lance shows up walking to the front yard and the cops stop him and handcuff him.   Poor Lance is totally alarmed as he “woke up”/returned to his body, standing in front of our pond with Maya in the water jumping on him and barking loudly trying to stop him from walking into our pond.   The police took Lance to the ambulance and they checked him out medically.  He was fine, but they wanted to take him to the hospital for an evaluation.  Knowing what that meant I refused and promised to drive him myself as he was now coherent and was not happy they were of course not believing anything he or I said to them about our day.   To prove I wasn’t lying to the police I showed them the knife in the wall and the words written all over it.  I also told them about the larger knife that had cut him previously as it flew and stabbed into the same place lower on the wall.  Most likely due to the weight of the bigger knife.  I pulled it out to show the police and they both stepped back quickly and told me put the knife down.  I did of course and apologized saying I was just telling them the facts.  They were scared but now wanted to return outside for their own safety.   I assured them I would take Lance to the hospital and they left.  Out of all who showed up to help, only one ambulance guy listened to Lance’s story and believed him.  We did not go to the hospital.  We went inside and got our stuff while Mother in Law waited for us and we drove across the street to see the girls and thank or wonderful neighbors for coming to our aid during this horrific, awfully scary, life threatening day.  They were so gracious and offered their home to us for all our safety.  They knew I would not be able to leave all my precious dogs in that horribly scary home we could no longer stay in.  After a few days Lance and I returned home allowing the girls to remain with the neighbors as they were far too afraid to return home.  We went through our home and collected all impending dangerous items that could potentially hurt our family.  Took them over to our neighbors’ house until after we felt we were safe from harm.  That would be several weeks to months later, after The Dead Files helped us and after we were able to remove the dangerous spirits who were intent on harming our family.

At the end of the rope with nowhere to fall

If you have been an reader of our blog, you realize that our slow demise mentally & physically is an ongoing up to this point.  Now it's beginning to hit a climatic breaking point.   Jennifer's health continued to deteriorate.   She experienced stomach issues and had to have her gallbladder removed   She's tired and beginning to show signs of depression.  The younger girls, Heidi & Emi, have illnesses on a daily basis.  Despite constantly going to the doctor they have no answers on why they are sick or what could be causing it.  They prescribe antibiotics & other medicines but those only seem to slow it down but not cure it.  Chloe has become distant and less involved with the family.   We are slowly being torn apart, one thread at a time.    Bad days far out number good days now.

Our only recourse now seems to be to try to distant ourselves from the activity.   We feel we have a good idea of the hot spots so we make them off limits.   The back bedroom is now vacant.   No one is allowed in the basement.  Jennifer sleeps with the girls in the living room.  I sleep with Maya in what is now an open bedroom.  Everyone knows where everyone else is at all times.  Finally, under no circumstances is anyone allowed to stay home alone.

The holidays arrive but it means nothing to us.  Everything seemed to pile on top of us pushing us down.  It was a feeling that someone was slowly eating away at us; keeping us under their control. Nothing brought us happiness regardless of what we tried.  Compounding our problem was a strain of Canine parvovirus that ran through our kennel.  It killed 16 puppies in less than 10 days.  The virus was planted in our home but a careless individual who dropped off her sick dog in our kennel area in the middle of the night without telling us.  This does nothing but adds to Jennifer depression and makes her more vulnerable to attacks.  I feel as if she is slowly drifting away.

We started asking for things to be returned if they've been taken.   Sometimes things come back and sometimes they don't.   Case in point, it was our anniversary and Jennifer had laid an envelope full of cash on the bar for us to use on our night out.   It was in plain site and I remember seeing it setting there.   As we about to walk out the door, she goes to get it and it's gone.  We searched everywhere but it's nowhere to be found.   Finally Jennifer says, "It's our anniversary, please give my money back so we can celebrate."  Within in minutes it appears back on the bar like it had never been touched.

Things continue to happen despite our efforts to contain it.   Doors open and close, we hear voices, things disappear, and the screaming man and woman seem to be screaming at each other now with us being caught in the middle.  The smell of pipe and cigarette smoke continues to fill our house.   It's difficult for us to decipher what's good versus what has harmful intentions so we treat everything as hostile.  We have stopped talking to others about our issues because we feel it's counterproductive and doesn't serve a purpose but to make us some sort of novelty; like a freak show at a carnival.   We've become withdrawn and only venture out out of necessity.  We too tired to fight at this point.  We're helpless, lost, and have no one & nowhere to turn.  We're at the end of our rope but there's nowhere safe to fall.

Hi, I'm Maya & I'm here to protect you.

It's now winter at Mis Mas Tejas Ranch and the activity is pounding on us like a hammer.  The cold dreary days just add to our fear and anxiety.

The girls no longer sleep in their bedrooms because they're too afraid.   Jennifer sleeps with them on the couch.  The girls are sick most days and are starting to miss a lot of school.  Jennifer's health is also trending downward.

The activity is running at full throttle now.  So much so that's it's hard to single one thing out versus something else.

A woman screaming
Children laughing
Things flying through the air
A man laughing and yelling
footsteps
Doors slamming
Spoon traveling to who knows where and then returning.
Light bulbs having to be replaced weekly.

It appears that some of the activity is now targeting and trying to cause harm.   We have knives that disappear then we will find them stuck in the ceiling.   We will find our silverware scattered all over the kitchen floor.  However, the scariest things happen in the basement.

I went into the basement late one afternoon, while there the door slammed shut.  It slammed so hard that it knocked off some of the pictures off the wall upstairs.  I was terrified and I ran as quickly as I could to the door however, I couldn't open it.  Jennifer and Chloe were on the other side trying to push it open but when we would get it opened just a little, it would slam back shut.  Finally without warning, it just flew open.  I got out of there as fast as I could.   We decide that the basement is off limits-no one is to go down there.

One day Chloe tells us that her boyfriend found a stray dog and he wants to keep it but he has to ask his parents.  Until he can do that, he want's to keep the dog out our place.  The last thing I wanted was another dog at the house.   My answer is "negative Ghostrider, the kennel is full."  However, at my house, I'm like the Queen of England;  I'm the Head of State yet I have no authority.  My no vote on the dog is overruled by Jennifer.  Just as I thought, his parents say no.

She's a unique looking dog.  She appears to be part Husky and German Shepard.  She has one brown eye and one blue eye.  She's well behaved and we quickly learn she's been trained to be some sort of service dog.  I find it very strange that a dog like this would just be wondering the streets. She obviously belongs to someone.  I post everywhere but no one knows who's dog it is and no one claims her.   She becomes a member of our family.   We name her Maya.

Hi, I'm Maya.  I here to protect you.

One thing I noticed right away about Maya was that she likes me a lot.  She stays by my side and always wants to be around me.  I get the sense that she wants to protect me.  She sleeps in the room with me, she lays next to me when I'm sitting down, she'll follow me around when I'm outside.  She stays within eye sight of me nearly all the time.  Also, she can sense where I am when she's not with me.  If I would go down in the basement, she would figure it out and would run down there to be with me.  She was protecting me.

If something was around me, she would perk up.  Look around and sometimes have a low growl.  She would do this until whatever was around me was gone.   One time, in the middle of the night, I was awoken by a door shutting.  I didn't think much of it as I thought it was just one of the girls.  I soon heard heavy, slow foot steps.  It was someone who was wearing boots and the steps & strides made me think it was a man.  Maya jumped on the bed and laid across my chest  I was petrified with fear but I watched as Maya's head followed every step.  When the footsteps stopped she jumped down and ran to the place where they stopped.

The front of Maya's tag

The back of Maya's tag.  Blessed are those who protect.

I always thought this dog was sent to protect us, now I know it's true.  Her tag reflects what she does for us.