when suddenly both blinds flew up at the same time! Scared the dickens out of me I must say and I leapt off the couch clear across the room in a split second. I found myself looking at the windows in shock, then it hit me that it was a joke and I laughed. This entity also would also play hide and seek with things like my address book. I would lay it down and the entity would pick it up and hide it so I would have to go find it again. That was a particularly favorite game. I never felt any threat from this entity and it appeared to have a mind to hang around so I decided it needed a name. For whatever reason it felt male to me and the name "Harvey" just popped into my head, so that has been his name since. Anyway, like I was saying, "Harvey" and the reoccurring dreams seemed to come at the same time. But they were not connected exactly. Meaning, I did not sense that "Harvey" was causing the dreams. There was a different quality to each. I never felt anything oppressive or threatening inside my house. I had lived there for several years with my son before my husband moved in and it had always been a peaceful home. The basement of the house was accessible only from outside. I would go out the back door, off the porch, turn right to a set of steps then down into the basement (had it's own outside door at the bottom of the steps). My laundry things were in the basement and with a young son I was down there often throughtout the years. Just after the dreams started the basement or the feel of the basement changed. When I would go down there I would feel watched. I found myself always always looking over my shoulder or hurrying up to get back up the steps. It really began to bother me a lot to go down there alone. So I would have my son or my husband go with me when I had to go do laundry. Although I wasn't alone then I still was very uneasy and didn't like being there. So I convinced my husband to buy a small portable washer that I could use upstairs in the kitchen, that way I would have less reason to go into the basement. On several occasions when I would go down stairs, I would find the basement door open. Now I know for a fact that I always locked that door when I would leave because it was a rural area and the woods were so close. My own careful ways told me that any weirdo could wander out of the woods and I didn't want them in the basement. So habit just took hold and I always secured the basement door and then would double check to make sure it was locked solidly. I was very grateful to get the washer for the upstairs. I didn't even mind hanging the clothes on the line to dry as long as I didn't have to go down to the basement. Then I began to notice I was beginning to become uncomfortable leaving my back porch. Almost as if the porch were a haven but once I left it, I was "fair game". And through all this time I kept having the dream of the crying lady. There were no problems of bad feelings inside the house or on the porches, or even in the front yard. But the feeling from the basement had worked it's way up those basement steps and found it's way up to the base of my back porch. I could feel it there. My husband was getting a little irritated with me because he bought me the little washer for upstairs and then I started having problems goign to hang the clothes in the backyard. He would grudgingly go with me in the backyard when I had to do things. But then I just couldn't do it anymore even with someone with me. The dread stepping off that porch was more than I could stand anymore. Since my husband wasn't working at the time, I delegated hanging laundry outside to him. He didn't like it much but he did it.
One late night I had to do a load of laundry but the spinner broke for some reason and it wouldn't push the water up with enough force to drain the tub, so I decided to push it over to the back door and lay the hose down out the door and let it drain by gravity. I opened the back door and it was pitch dark outside. When I opened the door there "SHE" was, the blonde haired lady from my reoccurring dream. She was kneeling at the outside all of the little shed about 20 feet from the house in the same position as in the dream, seeming to be crying. I recall seeing her and taking in the situation in a millisecond. Then she turned so fast and FLEW at me! I mean seriously FLEW right at me. She had no face and her was flying all around her head wildly and there was a scream coming from her like I've never heard before. My husband was standing next to me as this happened. All in a brief instant. That's when I heard the voice which told me to "SHUT THE DOOR NOW". I didn't have to be told twice. I shut the door fast, before she go to me. I looked at my husband and he appeared shaken. I never asked him if he saw her too, but he never doubted what I said I saw, or what I said I'd heard.
I don't know how I know, but I know, that the voice that told me to shut the door was "Harvey". He was keeping her outside and away from us. He was doing his best to keep us safe from her. After this incident I never has that reoccuring dream again. However, "Harvey" has stayed with us everywhere we have moved since. He's still a prankster, he still likes to make me jump from time to tim but he's been nice to have around. I feel safe knowing he's with us. I know for sure that he spoke to me. I haven't had him speak to me since then (audibly). He came to us right when we needed him and has remained with us since. I'd love to know his role. It's been 22 years now that he's been with us and he has kept several unpleasant entities from getting too close to us in that time. He is part of our family now it seems and we enjoy him a lot.
As you know from my previous email, I have quite a history of deep religious beliefs and values. Through my study of evangelism I read a lot of the bible and memorized many passages that would help me in my own life and in my evangelical work. This is what this next experience is about...
Still living in the same rural area with my still new-ish husband and 5 years old son. My husband and I were real night owls. We liked staying up late to watch the late, late, show and corny old movies. It wasn't unusual for our lights to be on at all hours. We rarely got visitors so any knocks at the door were usually welcomed. But one night in the late fall (so it was cold in MI but no snow on the ground) and around 2am there was a knock on the door. My husband and I just looked at each other for a minute becauseit was extremely odd. Then we went together to answer the door. When we opened it we found a middle aged couple with a small dog on a leash standing on our front porch. They were nobody we had ever seen before and in a rural area you know everyone or at least seen them a dozen times. These people were nobody we knew. They told us that they had been walking from Lansing MI, on their way North of us a bit to visit someone ( I have forgotten who but it was someone important to them). They were tired and cold. They asked if they could stay with us for the night......(keep reading this story and more>>>>) |
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