Case Files

This is the story of a family living in a beautiful, small town in the Province of Quebec Canada. The Pryn family consisted of the father James, mother Wendy and two year old son Daniel. Although the case came to light in September of 1996, the problems they encountered began years earlier. Both James and Wendy, before marriage, found themselves in a world of phenomena few people experience. When they met and eventually married, the untold number of wonderful experiences they planned turned into … hell.

James was previously married, a black belt in karate, and was training for the Olympic weightlifting team. While he was still dating his first wife, she made him aware of the fact that she was interested in Satanism and wanted to join a satanic cult. Not making much of it, he conceded to let her do it until the “fad” wore off. As time went by he married her even though he saw less and less of her. When he did see her, he began noticing changes in her, changes that scared him in a way he never felt before.

It occurred to him that one-day things just made a sudden change for the worse. He began seeing dark shadows move about the house in the dead of the night, smell putrid smells that would almost make him sick, and hear muttered voices although he was only one awake in the house.

Weeks after these activities began, while cleaning one evening, he discovered a journal his wife had been keeping. The journal contained the most horrifying information he had ever laid eyes on. Tales of events taking place in her satanic groups’ gatherings, the conjuring of demons, and more importantly to him, the fact she was planning on murdering him to prove herself to her group and her god. Shortly after that night he left her. James moved to another area of Quebec Province and opened several successful pet supply stores…

Wendy, her older sister and two older brothers were raised in a loving, catholic family. Her mother and father provided all the love and security their children could ever need. Wendy recalled that when she was five years old her parents told her they were going to someone’s house to “cast out demons” from a Satanist. Upon returning, and from that point on, Wendy’s family life was not the same, her FATHER was not the same. One night, she was lying in bed almost asleep when she heard the sounds of footsteps outside by the front door. A key entered the lock, the door opened, closed and then pots and pans began clanking. Thinking her mother had gone out and returned to do the dishes, she got out of bed to say hello. She entered the kitchen to find the cabinet doors opening and closing and drawers sliding in and out. No one was in the kitchen. She ran to her parents’ bedroom to tell them what she saw to find both her parents sleeping soundly.

 

When Wendy was fifteen, she began to realize what had been taking place in the house for the previous 8 years or so. She went into the living room one evening in an attempt to ask her father why these occurrences were happening and noticed a “black cloud” hovering over him as he lay on the couch. Shaken by the sight, she fled to her bedroom for the remainder of the night. She later discovered occult paraphernalia hidden in the basement that her father had hidden. Mentally and spiritually at the end of her rope, Wendy, now 18, left home and went to work at a local, successful pet supply store…

As fate has it, she began working for James. The first time they met, they fell in love. They began a relationship many months after their first meeting and soon found themselves talking about marriage. Since the day they announced their intentions, Wendy’s father was completely against the two seeing each other. One day her father showed up at the store consumed with anger, threatening James with bodily harm. The police were called and arrived to a small crowd in the front of the store. When Wendy’s father was confronted by the officer, he got so irate that he began shaking and, as confirmed by witnesses and the officer, his eyes began glowing red. As was stated by the witnesses: “It was not the ‘he saw red’ syndrome, his eyes actually glowed!” As the officer was escorting Wendy’s father off the premises, he cursed them both and began chanting an unknown verse in what is thought to be Latin.

January 1993, James and Wendy were now married and living in a fifteenth story condo. They had also recently discovered that Wendy’s father and James’ ex-wife had been contacting each other. James and Wendy came to the conclusion that together, they were out to destroy the marriage… one way or another. It was then that their situation went from bad to worse. Phenomena began happening to THEM now. At first glance, what was happening could be considered coincidental but when taken in light of the big picture and knowing how the forces of evil will work at making people doubt their own sanity and, over time, break down their will to resist, these “coincidences” begin to take on a whole new meaning.

At 3:00 AM, James was awakened by the sound of banging and … chirping. Looking out the window, he saw hundreds of sparrows flocking around his windows, only at his floor in the building. He thought it odd that sparrows would flock at 3:00 AM in the dead of winter but thought no more about it and went back to bed. Three nights later, the same thing happened. This time the noise of the flocking seemed to increase. Three is a common trademark for demonic or diabolical events as to mock the Trinity. A week later, one of the two family cats died, followed by the other four days later. James began losing weight at an accelerated rate, originally weighing 220lbs, he shriveled down to 130lbs. He went to a local doctor who was able to determine that along with the weight loss, James was losing an incredible amount of blood but could not find the source of blood loss. He was hospitalized for a week to no avail, the blood loss was never located, and he suddenly began healing.

One night, a couple of weeks after his return from the hospital, between the hours of 2:30 to 3:30 AM, James’ condo building and the surrounding community lost electrical service. They hadn’t noticed because, of course, they were sleeping. Simultaneously they awoke with a start, hair standing on end in the darkness. Feeling as if something were in the house with them, James got up. The only light entering the house was the ambient light from the moon and stars coming through the many windows. As soon as he stood up, they both felt the temperature in the room drop drastically and a black cloud began to form in the doorway of their bedroom. The psychic cold is always a telltale sign of the presence of an entity, the cold actually is the draining of a person’s own energy by a spirit to supply it with what it needs to manifest. James picked up a baseball bat in his attempt to defend himself and Wendy, futile as it may be. The black cloud began taking on a more distinct form as it started entering the bedroom and coming to within five feet from where James was standing. Sensing a feeling of utter doom, James took a step backwards just as an intense white flash light up his whole house. The light was not generated from a particular area or spot, it seemed to be everywhere. Now dark again, they noticed the black form had retreated back beyond the doorway of the bedroom and began to diminish, but suddenly started reforming. It again approached the entrance to the bedroom when a second brilliant flash of white light struck. At that, the entity disappeared for good.

Several weeks later, Wendy, only twelve hours before the birth of Daniel, was in the bath tub when she noticed psychic slashes begin to appear on her abdomen. As they began forming she called for James, he ran in to the bathroom and they both watched, helplessly. They painlessly formed a large “V” that started at the top of her abdomen and ran down to below the naval. Within 10 seconds of fully forming, they simply vanished without a trace. Wendy claims to have felt no pain during the whole process, as is common with psychic slashes, and would have never even know they were there had she not looked down. She went into labor that night and when the baby was born, the entire delivery staff turned away, gasping and choking. Daniel was immediately taken away and neither James nor Wendy were allowed to see him for over two hours afterwards. James was understandably upset and frustrated and when he confronted the doctors and nurses about why they had reacted in such a manner, they just explained that there were complications and said no more. To this day, no one except the delivery staff knows exactly what happened or what they saw that night.

James and Wendy decided to move to another location now that baby Daniel was part of the family, so they bought a fairly large farmhouse in the woods. They hadn’t even finished unpacking before the activities again began to arise. James entered the house one day to find the entire first floor covered with bugs. A layer of bugs an inch think covered every inch of the floor, couches, chairs, pillows, etc. He left the house frantically, trying to find a way to rid the house of the bugs but upon returning found there was not one bug anywhere in the house. Despite the fact that the house had recently been renovated with all the latest insulation techniques and new windows, James was always frozen to the bone. In the course of one winter James had managed to burn 10 tons of firewood and several thousand dollars in propane and oil in an attempt to warm himself. He still could never get warm enough.

By now James and Wendy began piecing the puzzle together. His ex-wife, her father, together, they placed a cursed on them and they had no idea how to break the curse and rid themselves from the hell they were experiencing. It was then that the evil they were dealing with began to show its true power. James and Wendy were in the kitchen eating one night when they heard banging noises coming from Daniel’s bedroom. James ran to the door and swung it open to find the baby’s crib moving across the bedroom floor as if it were walking. Daniel was still in the crib. That night, Daniel slept with them. The following day, James tied 100 lb. weights to the legs of the crib to keep it from moving, also to settle his slight skeptic thoughts about “maybe I just overreacted.” They later put Daniel to bed and shortly afterwards a loud banging was again heard from Daniel’s bedroom. Entering the room he again saw the crib walking across the floor WITH the weight on each leg!

Shortly after these incidents, the Pryn’s decided that they really needed help. Again they moved, hoping these occurrences dealt with the HOUSE and not THEM. They moved into a smaller house in a quaint suburban community and the day after they moved in, again, activity picked up. It was then that they realized that no matter how much they ran, the demons that were attacking them would continue to do so, regardless of where they live.

In September of 1996, an associate and I made our first visit to Canada to begin our investigation. We were met by the family, entered the house and immediately felt the pressure and intensity of a powerful negative spirit in the house. We conducted an in-depth interview which was being recorded on both audio and video tape, during the course of the interview, poundings were continuously occurring beneath my feet. If I moved, the pounding would move along with me. Within thirty minutes, even if I had decided to stop the interview, I knew that the Pryn’s were dealing with something demonic… or worse. After completing the interview I asked the couple to go about business as usual while we conducted our investigation. Daniel was already in bed, but would wake up in fits of terror which would last ten minutes or so they he’d fall back asleep. He never got more than one hour of sleep in a stretch while we were there. Several shadow ghosts were seen throughout the course of the night, mainly between 2:00- 4:00 AM, although they never approached anyone that night, the utter feeling of terror was overwhelming at times. I felt myself, on several occasions, being psychologically attacked but never outright. Most predominant in the house, though, was the COLD. Although the thermostat was set for 68 degrees and displayed the same temperature reading, as was verified by my thermometer, I had never been so frozen to the bone!

The following morning, after our all night investigation, we left for our twelve hour trip back into the US. Now having time to think about the events of the previous night and reviewing the tapes of the interview and investigation, I came to the conclusion that, the Pryn’s did, in fact, have a serious problem on their hands. James was correct in the assumption that he had been cursed but it wasn’t just a mere curse of bad luck that was following the family. The ex-wife and father, together, conjured at least two entities to attack the helpless family. One of which, I believed, was a devil which was taking the leading role of playing out the destruction of not only the family unit but the people themselves.

Over the next month or so, I was in contact with the Pryn’s on almost a daily basis and each time, they would have a new experience to share. One day it was pig grunting, then it was knockings under the bathtub while Wendy was bathing, or objects moving on their own. The point is, it was getting even worse, and the phenomena was getting personal now. James was being slashed and cut and Wendy was being psychologically attacked. It was showing the trademarks of being well into the oppression stage, one step before its ultimate goal… possession. I decided another trip was needed due to the upscale events taking place, so four days before Halloween, 1996, I took journey number two to Canada, alone.

After another uneventful drive, I arrived at their house and they immediately told me that in a half an hour a priest was going to arrive to perform a blessing on the house and family. He did. Father Montgomery arrived, took his shoes off before entering and said hello. He was not aware of any strange occurrences going on in the house… until he arrived. I noticed that within minutes after his arrival he began to break out in a sweat and started getting fidgety. He finally asked what the real reason for his visit was. Wendy looked at me and without saying a word asked me. I said yes. She then proceeded to tell him what events were taking place in the house. He knew anyway. After telling her condensed story, Father Montgomery blessed the family and preceded to bless the house. When he started to bless the house, knockings could be heard at the far ends of the house. He never left the living room. His blessing lasted a total of about 6 minutes before he was out the door, he never even tied his shoes. I have seen priests in situations like this before, some may not believe the family, some do, but THIS priest was scared and could not leave the house soon enough.

That night, all hell broke loose in the house. A clear, watery substance began dripping from overhead joists in the basement. I tried to trace the source of this but found it to be coming from the wood itself. Possible water leak? Maybe, that’s what I thought until it turned into V8 juice. As the liquid continued to drip from the joists, it began turning into V8 until there was a puddle of it on the concrete floor. As soon as James smelled the juice, he turned green in color and told me that tomato products make him violently ill. That made sense, what better way to get to someone than to continuously bombard them with what is the most repulsive to them? I walked back up to the main floor of the house and returned five minutes later to find the joist was now bone dry. I stood in the basement for several minutes to absorb what was happening when I suddenly realized a pack of cigarettes I had been keeping in my back pocket were now gone. After searching for a while, I gave up on them and pulled out a fresh pack. Shortly afterwards I heard James call my name. I went to one of the bedrooms to where he was and noticed my cigarettes were propped up on a lamp in the room with the lighter I had kept IN the pack now laying on the bed.

At about midnight, one of Daniel’s toy airplanes suddenly came to life and started flying around in circles as it was suspended in the air by a fishing string. Wendy took the batteries out, placed them on a cedar chest in the living room and we all went into the kitchen to talk. Shortly afterwards, I heard a soft whooshing sound followed by a loud bang. The batteries had been thrown around a corner, down the hall and hit the door at the end of the hall before rolling to the left, ending up in the same bedroom where my cigarettes were found earlier. Then at about 1 AM Wendy was standing at the top of the stairs leading to the basement, she noticed an apple which had rolled from beyond her view from the far end of the basement, around a corner where it came into view and then to a stop at the base of the stairs. I went down to the basement, looked at the apple, and then took a photo. I then placed the apple atop a box in the basement, came back up and closed the door behind me. No one but me went back down to the basement after that point. Twenty minutes later, Wendy and I were talking in the living room and James was in the kitchen. He walked into the living room to join us and as he passed through the threshold of the open doorway, I heard that familiar whooshing sound as the apple came crashing into the back of James’ head so hard, it almost knocked him off his feet. Scared and shaken, James quietly asked me to dispose of the apple, which I did. I decided it was time to walk throughout the house and sprinkle holy water throughout it while commanding whatever was there to leave. After I finished I walked into the bathroom to freshen up. As soon as I closed the door behind me I heard a loud crash against the bathroom door. I opened the door to find my holy water bottle laying on the floor in front of the door. Again, as was prevalent on our first visit, I was frozen to the bone the whole night.

 

After what seemed like an eternal (and sleepless) night, morning arrived so it was time to depart. I now knew for sure what I was dealing with, a diabolical entity. This being had a very high intellect as well as a well devised plan of attack for everyone in the house, it knew what would scare us the most and used that knowledge in an attempt to defeat us. I arrived back in the States and passed on my evidence and testimony through a colleague, and we began setting up the details to have the Pryn’s come to a local Connecticut church where a wonderful and very holy priest would bless the family. This was the last step before having to have an exorcist go to the house in Canada. We all hoped this would cure the family.

 

In May of 1997, the Pryn’s did come to Connecticut where the priest performed the blessing on the entire family. The rites were said with little disruption and they returned to Canada the following day. As soon as they walked in the house there was a strange peace present that had eluded them for so long. Both James and Wendy have stated that the oppressive feelings they have been feeling for the last 10 years were now gone and Daniel sleeps quietly through the night with no disturbances. The curse was broken. I contacted the Pryn’s again in the middle of December 1997 and again in November of 1998 and numerous times since then and they are still … finally… alone.

“Ghost Alert!” was the first thing I heard when I picked up the phone. A case had come in, from a family living in Long Island that had all the signs of being a tough case. A brief summary of the situation was this; The people involved were Kevin and his girlfriend Anna, Kevin’s mother Maria and her boyfriend Jack… all victims. Kevin’s father Roberto and Grandmother Cecilia are the people causing the problem. Both Roberto and Cecilia were active in Santeria. Due to a family fallout, they were seeking vengeance on the rest of the family.

Santeria is a form of religion similar to Voodoo. If a person or family is on the receiving end of a Santerian curse, expect trouble; Expect a long, uphill battle. That’s what this case turned out to be. This case proved to be a trial of patience and frustration not only for the family but also for the investigators involved.

The main problem with a case dealing with Santeria is that unless you can get to the root of the problem, in this case by talking to the individuals that invoked the curse, very little can be done to help the victims. Due to the fact that neither the father, Roberto, nor grandmother, Cecilia were willing to sit down and try to resolve this issue. All the information obtained from the victims indicated this could potentially turn out to be extremely violent and possibly life threatening, it was decided the best form of resolution for the family was immediate church intervention. Look for more on that a little later.

Because two separate couples, living in two separate locations were the victims in this case, I’ll explain what each couple experienced separately, then tie in all the similarities afterwards. Keep in mind the family makeup in this case… Kevin, Maria (mother), Roberto (father), and Cecilia (grandmother) are all blood relatives and Anna and Jack were significant others to Kevin and Maria. This will come into play as the two couple’s stories are unraveled.

Kevin and Anna’s story is this:

Kevin and Anna had been dating for quite some time while Kevin, an artist, was living at home with his father and grandmother. Roberto was an alcoholic and often became violent and abusive, which played a large role in the divorce of Roberto and Maria. Kevin knew that is Roberto and Cecilia were active in Santeria but, like any other religion, had no reason to fear. What Kevin did know was that after the divorce, Roberto became more and more spiteful and hostile towards Maria and himself.

Cecilia was, as most mothers are towards their sons, fully supportive of Roberto… the stage was now set. All was well until one night when Roberto again became violent and began physically abusing Kevin who, in self-defense, did everything in his power to stop Roberto from hurting him. Within a day or two after that incident, Kevin moved out of his father’s house and moved in with Anna. Anna, a cook in a local restaurant, was living in a very small apartment in a nice residential neighborhood consisting of houses all refurbished as multifamily dwellings.

Almost immediately after Kevin moved in with Anna, strange occurrences began. The activity started off low key but quickly grew to be very ominous, threatening, and dangerous. Little did Kevin and Anna know that when THEY started experiencing unnatural activities, Maria and Jack ALSO began experiencing unexplainable and terrifying occurrences? Kevin and Anna began having very heated and enraged arguments which in itself is not uncommon with anyone from time to time, but they soon began realizing that these arguments, and the internal feelings of pure rage, would only take place when they were IN the house. Moments after walking outside, they would look at each other in a way as if to wonder “What just happened?” They did what any normal person would do, rationalized these experiences away as cabin fever or something similar. Cabin fever could not explain what began happening next.

Because their apartment was so small, and the only bedroom was being used as storage, they slept on a sleeper-sofa in the tiny living room that was just big enough to accommodate the bed, one reclining chair, and a television. Even though it was only the month of May, it was very hot in the apartment and with no air conditioning, getting to sleep was difficult at times. They did, however, often fall asleep to the TV in bed… when one night it suddenly occurred to her… she wondered how these strange, moving black shadows could be caused by the TV. Well, the black shadows weren’t being made by the TV, she discovered that when she continued seeing them after she’d turn the TV off. They were there, she didn’t know how or why, but what she found out was they were after HER.

Kevin lay next to her in bed, asleep, unaware of what she was seeing. She would try to wake him up to show him and he simply could not be awakened. After several relatively uneventful nights, things took a turn for the worse. One night, it was about 2 AM, both Kevin and Anna were sound asleep. Once again, it was a warn night and they were both lying face down on the bed, one of her arms was hanging off the side of the bed, her hand near the floor. Suddenly, Anna awoke to a slight stinging feeling on her fingers, she sat up and turned the lights on to find her fingers were bleeding, but could find no cuts or scrapes to explain where the blood was coming from. Feeling very shaken and uneasy, she got out of bed cleaned herself up and then went back to bed, trying to fall back asleep… Kevin was still sound asleep. This was just the start of it.

Several nights came and went with fairly typical activity such as Anna being “bitten”, as she referred to it, on her fingers and toes. She would describe the events of the night before with Kevin, who was becoming increasingly concerned but also a little skeptical. Kevin, not knowing who to talk to about this, decided to talk to his mother in hopes that she could make some sense of it. Maria then told Kevin what was taking place at her house… but she wasn’t experiencing anything, Jack was the one taking the brunt of it all. As they traded stories, they realized the only “rational” explanation, Roberto. Roberto was extremely hostile towards both Kevin and Maria and had the ability, through Santeria, to make them as miserable as he was. Both Kevin and Maria confronted Roberto about this (which, in fact, was a big mistake) and ended up, once again fighting and arguing with him.

The following night, Kevin and Anna were asleep in bed when all of a sudden, Anna felt the force of an invisible weight on her body that completely immobilized her. Unable to move or speak, she then started to be dragged to the head of the bed, towards the back couch cushions. Struggling to make some kind of noise, she was being pulled under the bed BETWEEN the bed and the back sofa cushions, basically into the box of the sofa. It really didn’t seem physically possible but it was happening. Finally, Anna was able to let out a scream, waking Kevin up to find her waist down into the bed. No sooner did Kevin wake up than the attack ceased and neither of them slept the rest of the night. He told Anna that while all that was happening to her, he was actually aware of it, in a semiconscious way but was “dreaming that two creatures were holding me down”, face down into the bed, unable to move. What they both encountered was phantomania, or psychic paralysis, which commonly occurs during attacks of this nature.

Totally out of answers and trying to figure out what to do, Kevin began looking for help. A week later, after the church had denied getting involved and still looking for someone to help them, they were both at wits end. One day Kevin and Anna got in an argument, not a bad one, but they had stopped talking to each other. The following morning, Kevin got up at his usual 4:30 AM to go to work and noticed that Anna was not in bed. When he walked towards the bathroom, he noticed the door was closed, he thought that Anna had spent the night there because of the argument. He turned the handle and started to open the door but the door stopped, as if blocked by something. Pushing hard on the door, it opened revealing Anna slumped on the floor with one end of her bra wrapped around her neck and the other end wrapped around the inside doorknob. In a sheer panic, Kevin untangled her from the mess and, luckily, was able to wake her up. Helping her into the kitchen, he asked Anna what happened. She described to him what she remembered.

She got up at some point during the night to go to the bathroom and after sitting down, was picked up by an unseen force and thrown head first into the door. Her next recollection was Kevin trying to waking her up and pulling her off the bathroom floor. That was it! Kevin WAS going to find someone to help. Activity had started only about a month before all this and became so serious, so quickly, further delay could be too dangerous.

“Ghost Alert!” Kevin was finally in contact with us and after giving the initial interview and hearing these incredible details, we asked him to have his mother and Jack write a testimonial statement of what they were experiencing. It didn’t take long to determine these poor people were the victims of a Santerían curse and unless action was taken quickly, matters could become MUCH worse. The statement of what Maria and Jack were experiencing would only help provide further reasoning for getting the church intervention necessary. The following is a condensed version of a report submitted by Kevin during the initial interview. This report, written by Maria, states what has been taking place to her and her boyfriend Jack.

“Shortly after Jack and I met, he started seeing black shadows and would tell me that they would beat him up during the night. He used to tell me this but I didn’t think anything of it, I would find it strange. I moved into another apartment and he used to come over and the minute he would get there, he would say that he felt uncomfortable and that he wanted to leave. He would leave and come back a while later. He would say that he didn’t know what was wrong, because once he got back to my apartment, he wanted to leave again.”

“Once he was sitting down at the dinner table and before my eyes and the kids, it looked like someone pushed him off the chair. He landed on the floor. He looked like they were choking him. His hands were at his throat, he was gagging. I felt helpless, I couldn’t help him. Finally, I was desperate, I started praying. I got Holy Water and sprinkled it all over him. All of a sudden I heard him say, ‘Don’t pray, I don’t like it when you do that.’ But it was a weird kind of voice. Finally he came back to himself. I asked him what happened, he said all he remembered was that someone pushed him off the chair. Twice more or less, the same thing happened where he was thrown off the chair.”

“He was scared to go into my apartment because of all the things that were happening to him. Once I was at work and he came to my job to tell me he was hungry. He asked did I cook at home and I told him yes, to go home and eat. He said he was scared to go by himself but he did it anyway. Later on I said to myself, I shouldn’t have let him go. About an hour later he came back to my job. I was shocked, he looked like a madman, and his face was all distorted. He was scared. When I saw him I couldn’t believe it, his shirt was in shreds. It looked like he had a bad fight with someone. I asked him what happened. He said that when he served his food, he was eating standing up because he was scared and nervous that something would happen to him. He says a while later his plate flew off. He felt someone pushed him. He says that when he came to his senses, he was on the floor all beat up, aching. The cat we had was next to him, licking his arm.”

“This problem got so bad I started looking for some help. I would go to psychics and fortune tellers, they would clean him, he would get better for a few days and a few days later the same things would happen. I guess by trying to get help from so many places and so many people it seems we have been able to help ourselves a little. At least I learned a few things. By sprinkling Holy Water on him and praying, he does better. But now they bother him when I am not around”

“Once he felt sick to his stomach, he said he was very uncomfortable. He says he went home in the middle of the night, he got up and threw up. He said when he looked there were a lot of big flies in his throw up, some of them still alive.

“A lot of times he understands clearly what they tell him, ‘leave her alone’, ‘don’t help her, if you do we are going to kill you’. They talk to him in Spanish. Every time they come, they always say the same thing, or they’ll say ‘You don’t understand’, they will curse and they will tell him ‘we told you to leave her alone, we don’t want you here, leave’

“About a week ago we had an argument, I told him to leave and I was pretty mean with him. He always gets beat up when he’s with me. For two days we were arguing. The day I told him to leave he says that those shadows that usually beat him up were singing and dancing and celebrating. They left and didn’t beat him up. Another time we had an argument. He was on the way home in the car when he heard someone say ‘what we wanted was accomplished’ he heard the car door open. When he looked, his back door was open. He had to park the car to close his door.”

“One day he was in the basement and I went down, he asked me “were you here all the along?’ I said no, I just got here. He said, but I was talking to you. As I started to move this wood you said ‘don’t put it there, it looks better on that side.’ I told him I wasn’t even in the basement. He got scared and said ‘let’s get out of here’ He is scared of going down to the basement himself, of going outside in the dark”

“Once I was doing dishes and he was reading the paper at the table. All of a sudden I saw him put his hands to his face. I thought something went into his eye. I kept asking him what was wrong. Finally he said to me “why did you slap my face?’ I said ‘Oh my God, are you crazy? I didn’t slap you.’ It was hard convincing him that it wasn’t me.”

“There’s more to this story, things I cannot remember now, but eventually they all come back. Is just so strange and incredible. I wish I could lead a normal life like some many people. What I find even stranger is the fact that more or less the same things are happening to my son Kevin and his girlfriend Anna.”

After obtaining the testimony from all the individuals concerned, coming up with a concrete conclusion was fairly simple. Roberto, being the bitter, spiteful man he is, and Cecilia, there to help him, placed a curse on their family to bring them as much misery and solitude as possible. The means to achieve this was to not, in fact, directly influence or affect his immediate family, but to direct the attacks at their significant others in hopes of pulling them apart. Both Jack and Anna were violently attacked numerous times in this attempt.

Once a firm understanding was held, all the evidence and testimony was gathered, and reports and summarizations were completed, it was time to attempt to bring closure, as quickly as possible due to the nature of the case. The family was instructed on who to contact within the church, a priest who handles these types of affairs in their area. All the accumulated paperwork was deliver to the priest and we were told that he would take the case and help the family. Elated, we contacted Kevin to relay the news and give them the point of contact information, this is when the investigator’s role switches from investigator to more the mediator and support structure for the family should any need arise. Also at his point in time, the investigator should stop actively contacting the family, unless of a crisis arises, allowing the family to talk directly to the priest handling their case.

About a month without hearing from the family, after the case was handed over to the church, the family contact us again. Normally that’s not a good sign, meaning activity has started back up again or something similar has gone wrong… this call was par for the course. The family stated that they had been in contact, numerous times. With the priest and after reading the information given to him, he traveled to their house, talked with them all face to face and agreed with the fact that they were in trouble. He performed a blessing on the house and everyone involved, the first step the church usually takes in the process of resolution, and soon afterwards, left. Unfortunately, the blessing did not work. The family called the priest about a week later and was informed that he was out of the country. When he returned, he contacted the family and discussed further options… options that never were acted on. That’s when they called us back.

We contacted the priest and discussed what would be done and why there was a delay and were told that, basically, it was held up in red tape. Unfortunately, there was, at that point in time, not much more we could do aside from instructing them on different methods of protecting themselves… our hands were tied. The family required church intervention and we were as much at its mercy as they were. We contacted Kevin and told him what was taking place, or not taking place, and assured him that he should call if any crisis arose or if he just need to talk… to understand. After several months of calling the family, calling the priest, and waiting, Kevin called, saying he found a priest in his immediate area that agreed to help and thanked us for our help. We were relieved that someone else was willing to help and told him that should he, for any reason, need to call again to do so.

Regretfully, no outcome of the family’s situation has ever been known. What I do know is this: No contact from a family is sometimes a good thing, it means that there is no NEED to call. It is extremely frustrating from not only the family’s point of view but also from a demonology point of view, that such a outright evil and destructive force such as what Kevin, Anna, Maria, and Jack were dealing with was not acted upon more quickly as was shown necessary. I think of this family often, wishing them the best, and trusting that the forces that we did the right thing is assisting them.

To briefly discuss the background of this case, Sandy is a fairly wealthy 80-year-old widow who lives in a small house situated on a very large lot of land in an old town in central Connecticut. She was raised and avid Catholic and through the years has become an extremely religious woman who has lived by the ways of the bible. Her husband, Harold, died on a hospital bed inside the house in early 1994 and since then, Sandy has lived by herself and occasionally goes to visit her sisters in a nearby town. What started the events that changed her life is still a mystery. There are rumors concerning her being prompted to attempt a psychomanthium after her husband’s death but these rumors cannot be confirmed. Regardless of how events started, they escalated quite quickly, to the point where she was being physically, mentally, and sexually attacked. Before investigators actually got involved, she had been in contact with Ed Warren, who assessed her situation and decided to send in investigative teams to document the activity that was occurring. Over the course of a year and a half, two dozen or so investigators had repeatedly spent many overnight investigations at Sandy’s house and as far as I am aware, the problem has still not been satisfactorily resolved.

The first overnight investigation I spent in this house, with a fellow researcher, would not be my last. Aside from the standard ghost lights, there were many forms of shadow ghosts moving throughout the house, but worse yet was the intense feeling of dread that filled the air of the house. When we first entered Sandy’s home, the air was so heavy, it seemed hard to move. Sandy had gone to stay at her sister’s house during this investigation, relieved to be away from the house. We decided to hold up in Sandy’s bedroom, where much of the negative activity takes place. She had been sexually attacked in her bed after feeling the bed indent next to her as if someone had just lain down next to her, she looked over, no one was there, and then the attack began. My counterpart lay on her bed and I came to rest on her husband’s hospital bed, tape recorder and camera in hand. Almost immediately we began to see ghost lights near the ceiling above his head and after about twenty minutes I was “punched” in the stomach hard enough to cause my tape recorder, which was on it, to jump. Besides the physical touches and jabs, the overwhelming feeling of terror was very thick. That night, very little activity occurred other than the ghost lights, shadow ghosts and few physical jabs.

This evil spirit that occupied the house was not alone, Sandy’s husband was also there, in spirit form, but seemed confined to one room (possibly because of the incubus that was there). There was also another man who, the sensitives believed, remained in the cellar. We believe he had committed some kind of sin in the cellar, such as adultery, and for some unknown reason, remained in the house ever since. The main, harmful entity in the house was the incubus. It did not like men being present in the house but even worse was that previous female investigators that had stayed in the house were subjected to much more serious physical attacks. On several occasions prior to our becoming involved, these women, who also took turns laying on the hospital bed, found their legs being shaken beyond their control or sometimes their whole lower body being shaken as if something were bouncing up and down on their thighs. This spirit was playing hardball with both Sandy and any investigator that walked through the door. It didn’t stop there either. On a few occasions, on my drive back home, I’ve had my legs attacked (pinched, grabbed, squeezed etc.) all the way back.

As time went on, more and more investigations began to take place, becoming almost a weekly event. Many investigators had taken pictures, video and audio recordings covering several hundred hours and numerous photos revealed psychic events and many unexplained audible sounds. My partner and I, along with three other female investigators returned to Sandy’s house several weeks after our initial visit. That’s when all hell broke loose. Everyone, by this point, was being physically attacked. The women were getting their hair pulled, legs pinched and private areas touched as if to challenge us. Stress levels were beginning to grow and we all could feel a growing sensation of evil as people started throwing more energy into the air. All five of us were now sitting in Sandy’s bedroom when all of a sudden one of the researchers just lurched from the bed, startling everyone in the room, he had been grabbed from around the waist by unseen arms.

In the course of the chaos, someone snapped a picture and caught the researcher in midair (Very amusing picture, after the fact of course). He ran into the hallway to turn the light on and as he did so, the light lit up three times the normal brightness then went dark. It had blown out. After a brief break outside, we all returned to various locations of the house. Two of the female investigators and myself decided to spend some time in one of the unused upstairs bedrooms. Within minutes, we all began seeing red ghost light start manifesting in the open closet.

As these ghost lights got brighter and more densely grouped, a clear devilish face began to appear. The three of us saw this face, which now encompassed the entire closet doorway, then while sprinkling holy water, we commanded it to leave. It did, closely followed by the ruckus sounds from the remaining investigators in Sandy’s bedroom. It had moved downstairs. After an hour or so of fighting to temporarily rid us of its presence, it left. As did we, by this time it was five in the morning and knowing it would be dawn soon and therefore the spirit would be gone until dusk, we agreed to call it a night.

After the course of that night, and now realizing this evil spirit was getting very dangerous, it was decided to attempt to rid Sandy of its presence. About one month after the last overnight investigation ended, a local priest was called into the house to perform a blessing of both the dwelling and Sandy. Father Bishop did perform the blessing and all was quiet in the house… until after everyone left. Then the incubus came back with a vengeance. It did not like what was attempted in the house and certainly made its disapproval known to Sandy. She spent the next several nights sleeping in the bath tub, the only place where the spirit would not attack her. A week or so later it was decided to again try to get rid of the spirit. This time, in the presence of a Japanese camera crew and Sandy, Ed and Lorraine Warren, Tony Spera and Mike Roberge performed a suffimunigation in her house. Suffimunigation is a religious cleansing process using Holy incense, beeswax candles, and prayers. This took about an hour and after completing the rites, Sandy had no further attacks occur.

A month after the suffimunigation and there was still no sign of the evil spirit, until one night when Sandy was awakened at three in the morning by unseen hands under her shirt. Once again it had returned. This was proving to be a very strong and defiant spirit. Shortly after the unsuccessful suffimunigation, I left the group. I have not been to Sandy’s house since that last event but had received reports of her status from the Warrens on occasions. As far as I have been able to determine, Sandy is still experiencing phenomena though not as severe as she had previously.

One of the many things I learned while investigating this case is that in Incubus is NOT a male evil spirit, there is no gender among inhuman spirits. One minute an evil spirit can sexually attack a female (incubus) then turn around minutes later and sexually attack a male (succubus). I found this out first hand. While on the Incubus Attack case, I was attacked in bed one night, after being put into a spell of phantomania. It was one of the scariest moments of my life, one I will never forget. It was only then that I fully realized the danger a ghost hunter or psychic investigator could face dealing with any paranormal case.

One final word, to Sandy, I know you will never see this but we wish you all God’s love and strength. Love from all of those who have had the pleasure of meeting you.

As you read through the case files, you will notice that they all have one common factor, they are all negative in nature. Although human hauntings, which are typically good or neutral in nature, are far more common than hauntings of a negative nature, I want to tell the true stories about what other sites don’t. People ARE affected, every day, by demonic and diabolical infestations, the public just doesn’t hear about these nearly as often. The Warren’s cases  give a small insight as to how other people and families are tormented by these types of spirits, and may provide additional clues as to what these spirits are capable of doing.

Many people have written in to inquire as to why there is very little on this site regarding stories, cases, or other instructional references of a good or human spirit nature. There are a few main reasons:

One. That type of information can be found in so many other locations, so that …

Two. The Warrens’ can focus on what they knew best and where they could lend the best assistance, helping others combat the more sinister and negative forces… and

Three. Someone has to talk about the reality of the darker side of the supernatural. Unfortunately, people are effected by more negative forces in the world and typically much more so than those who encounter human spirits. Nothing can be more dangerous emotionally, physically, or spiritually to a person than an encounter with a truly evil being… and that’s where the Warrens could help.