Under Attack

My recently widowed mother of four was financially trapped in a dangerously haunted house. When Dad died, she used the last of our money to purchase a home, not knowing it had been cursed by the former residents. Mom should have known something was wrong. She was a psychic. But distracted by the death of my father and being suddenly thrown into single motherhood, she just didn’t notice what was in the house until we’d already moved in. By then it was too late to do anything but hunker down and survive. This is my firsthand account of living and surviving in that place when I was a young boy. We did battle with demons in that house, both physically and mentally. Mother instructed us and stood guard many a night, not letting them pass….. to get to us, her sleeping children. But there were a few times they did get past her. Those are the nightmares I still have today, more than fifty years later.

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When I was a kid growing up, we were forced to move because we were in the path of freeway construction. We had a wonderful little farm in an idyllic country neighborhood where life was great. We moved to the city into what we thought was a nice home in a nice neighborhood. The trauma of moving was too much for my dad and he passed away. That left my mother a widow, to raise us four children, the oldest 16 and youngest, 5, by herself. To make matters worse the home turned out to be haunted, perhaps a better term to use is "possessed" by some very dangerous entities.This story is a firsthand account of how we survived living in this house for a little more than three years. We did have one advantage that was key to our survival. Mom was psychic or clairvoyant or whatever you want to call it. She understood early on what we were dealing with and knew how to protect us and taught us how to survive.Some very frightening things happened in that house, some very dangerous things as well.I learned that spooks, ghosts, demons or whatever you want to call them are very real and come in several different flavors, from the curious to the dangerous killers, they range the spectrum.This is my story of what happened to us and how we dealt with it until at long last we were able to move out of that place and finally live in peace once again.

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