A few weeks ago it was necessary to have my Priest come over and bless the house. We’ve been hearing things seeing things and in general everything just kind of went to pot. Little victories that somehow turn into battle blows. The decline started approximately 8 months prior. Usually when things go awry, and I start hearing or seeing things I can usually trace it to something bad that I did. Now for me bad things are usually when I don’t get to mass frequently or I read something about the occult inadvertently or on purpose. Almost always that opens the door wide! But I couldn’t really pinpoint anything in particular.

NIGHTLY VISITOR

Now I close my bedroom door at night because I keep my space heater on and I like it very warm. Well when I was in that between state where you’re aware that you’re drifting off to sleep, I felt the heavy Thug of something that jumped on the bed next to me. I felt the depression in the shake of the bed now this is off to my left side. It took me a few times in my right side. It was all I could do to try to wake up and say Mary Mother of God! I woke up saying Mary Mother of God! Now I knew that this was a demon I’ve experienced it before. Sure I was concerned but I was really tired and I had to work in the morning. so I went back to sleep with the notion that I would address it in the morning.

THE SPARE BEDROOM

Yes we all have them and there’s always a room in the house that something’s not quite right and for me it’s the spare bedroom. Now this is my childhood home and it’s over 200 years old. So no matter who in the family we all have a tale about the house. We’ve all had musical bedrooms and all of this including my parents I’ve had what is now the spare bedroom as their own. Sure things have happened throughout the house but for me I’ve noticed that the spare bedroom sometimes conjures a little dread. Yes I’ve heard things: growls, yes I’ve seen things: Dark Shadows. and over the last few years I’ve amassed a lot of Statuary and Catholic – items I have a shrine in there! I think that keeps everything in check and contained, for the most part.

I BLESSED THE HOUSE

As best of my ability I bless the house with holy water and holy salt and I put it in every corner of every room in the house. or so I thought. But I still have a little uneasy.

PRAYED FOR GUIDANCE

I pray to Mary for guidance as to maybe what I missed what happened and what went wrong. Two nights later I had the dream. the stream was involved in intense and I’ll probably have to save it for another post but bear with me.
Mary answered me and reveal to me what needed to be done. What was revealed to me is I failed to bless the Attic. It was ingrained in me as a little kid never to go to the attic because it wouldn’t support us would fall through the ceiling Etc. so I just never ventured up there and I haven’t all these years.
again I’ll cover that in another post it’s a story unto itself!

EPIPHANY HOUSE BLESSING

I was a few weeks late but after telling my sister’s about what was going on it just so happens that my sister found the old blessed Epiphany chalk by our former Parish priest instructions included! These were a bunch of remnants of the chalk but it was enough. One of my sisters came over and we blessed every doorway in home outside in in basement, attic, bathrooms even garage. It took almost two hours but we did it and we both feel a lot better. It took about three days but I did notice a turn around. Still I felt that the guns on were severe enough that we needed the priest.

RETIRED PRIEST

Now I former Parish priest was actually friends with my parents. He retired due to declining health. I knew I could count on him and I knew that he would believe me. The problem was his health. My mom has a church group and all those in her church group are actually friends with the priest, too. Without giving them details the consensus was that his house just wasn’t up for any type of visit. So he waited about six weeks and I asked Mom to ask the church group again if anybody had contact with the priest in if he was well enough yet to travel. The reply was they didn’t know.

PRAYED FOR GUIDANCE ONCE MORE

So I prayed to Mary again, asking to know if the priest was well enough, Or if I should get the courage and ask our current Priest to perform the blessing.I was just a sissy and I so afraid of his responses as to why we really needed it!. I prayed for three days asking for an answer as to what to do.

THE PHONE CALL

And then it happened we had a phone call on our landline on a Thursday evening. I overheard my Dad say ” Hello, Father!” and then “No, I didn’t call, hold on, maybe (mom) called.” Well, mom didn’t call. I heard mom on the phone, “Hello, Father, no I didn’t just call. Maybe (me) called. I didnt, and I knew it was the answer to my prayers. I spoke with Father in anot her room and asked him if he was well enough to travel. he said he’s been doing very well and he was up to his old routine saying masses visiting the sick. he said he can make the trip out I asked him if he could bless the house and maybe some statues Metals Etc. He said jokingly, “Hasn’t the house been blessed enough?” so I had to tell him sheepishly that I’ve been seeing some things hearing some things that me and my sister bless the house but didn’t feel it was enough he was silent. I told him that I had picked up some old chalkware statues at the flea markets and such and I was hoping maybe he would bless them to help fortify the house. he was silent still. Then he said: “How about Sunday after 3 p.m.?”

THE BLESSING

Here’s the good part. Father was there promptly. After his initial catching up with my parents. he gave them the anointing of the sick and me and my mom communion. Dad had been to Mass earlier. then he got out of his holy water and his prayer book and he said “Let’s start with the blessing.” he grabbed his Cane for balance and he actually stated in his prayer “I Cast out all evil spirits in the name of Jesus!” and he dunks the room with holy water as he said these things. kid just finished with the room and my dad started pointing and shouting “Tell him to bless the bedroom! Tell him to bless the bedroom! Have him blessed the bedroom!” now I imagine my dad was think this whole thing was malarkey. So I looked and Dad stunned. He’s hard of hearing. I said “Dad are you hearing things?” He looked me in the eye and said “Yes!” This was huge.
HUGE.

CASTS OUT EVIL FROM ALL ROOMS

Father blessed every room. He even managed the stairs to get the second story rooms, especially a spare room prone to activity. And he didn’t hesitate to eradicate any evil. He was the blessing, really. didn’t hesitate to bless at least 10 or so statues 40 medals Prince crucifix rosary prayer cards and he said and anything else in the house that I may have missed! my mom even asked him to bless her medication she’s been undergoing treatments. he did so promptly.

EAT PIE!

Afterwards, they ate pie. My dad asked Father “Is it unusual to hear and see evil things in houses? Do you have to do this alot?” Father replied: “It’s unusual, but I have done it many times.” (He’s been a priest for 52 years).

THE REVELATION

I took this opportunity to ask Dad what he had heard or seen. Still amazed by his experience he related: “I’ve been hearing my name called, over and over. And last night while reading (in his room) I felt a hand on my shoulder!”

THE EPILOGUE

It’s been almost three weeks since the house blessing. Mom has greatly improved. There’s been no activity. Just peace. Thank God. And thank Saint Michael the Archangel…I tacked a blessed medal of Saint Michael in every room in the house, plus the attached garage…the barn, the outbuilding, the little garage and the shed!

I’ll never forget my first time driving to the hospital with my sister to visit our uncle. Visiting hours were over and we had to find a way back to the parking lot. It was our first time on our own. We found the elevator and took it all the way down to B. When the elevator doors opened seen it was even darker than the top floor we had just left. Even so we just stepped out of the elevator look to the left and to the right and of course there was nobody and it was kind of dark. Pretty sure down the corridor we seen a gurney that was covered. I look at my sister she looks at me and we’re like where are we? Right about then an orderly comes over and says: “You girls don’t want to be down here!” He was right. He said: “I’ll show you” and directed us to the elevator and pushed M.

HOSPITALS AT NIGHT

What is with the vacant hallways? What is up with the light conservation? Didn’t that end in this early 70s? What is with the bare bones skeleton crew? Can’t they wait until after visiting hours for that stuff? I think it starts at 5 p.m.!!!

My mom was recently in a rural Hospital. I watched and not a living Soul entered or exited that place. My dad and my sisters had both warned me (they had visited prior)that it is EMPTY. These corridors run perpendicular and easy 1500 feet in both directions. And not a person not a one, not a greeter nor an orderly, not a nurse and not a visitor.

Luckily I knew where I was going this time. Hospital stories I have tons! I have a lot of acquaintances that are nurses, policeman, firemen and paramedics. and they have tons of tales.

It may run in the family. My grandmother as a nurses aid. They get all of the crappy jobs. She absolutely hated transporting amputated limbs, usually cancerous, down to the incinerator. In the basement. In the dark.

THE PSYCH WARD ON A FULL MOON

My first tale is pretty involved and really creepy I’m going to tell you the way it was recounted to me by my friend the nurse. I guess it’s very common amongst the nurses but they prep themselves for a full moon and bring on extra staff it’s true The Crazies come out! Well this was another full moon on a weekend and sure enough they had a run-in in the emergency room. And a lot of them were just sent right to the psych ward.

THE NECKLACE

On this night a man was brought in totally hysterical and of course when they’re brought in they pretty much strip them of everything. So all their belongings are in a plastic bag at the foot of the bed. Well since this man was hysterical he was strapped down. He kept crying over and over that he needed to have his necklace. They couldn’t take this necklace away from him he had to have it. Well since he had to have it he wasn’t going to get it!

My friend the nurse is actually a maternity nurse but since they needed extra staff she volunteered to help out in the psych ward. Later he was just hysterical and of course he was begging for this necklace. They had to subdue them and put them in a separate room and strap him down with what they call Leathers which are leather straps on the bed. So they can’t get free. Well he was ranting and raving still about this necklace and they could hear him on the whole floor.

As it goes after hours of listening to this, someone, no one knows who, gave in and united the guy his necklace to shut him up.
45 minutes later they started hearing things coming from his room and it wasn’t the guy screaming for it. There’s something else going on kind of Otherworldly noises. Now my friend the nurse didn’t go in because she was busy doing other things; dispensing medication.

But she was told that when the orderly went in the room it was surrounded by a fog. He’s sitting on the bed free of his leathers! He was chanting something and he had the necklace around his neck. Several doctors were called in along with security. She learned all of this after the fact because she was busy at the nurses station tending to the other patients. She seen the commotion but she didn’t get the full story until the next day. What she learned was that two doctors and one orderly had to take some time off and that they had to seek counseling.

Usually for a patient to be transported from the psych ward to the state facility takes at least 4 to 5 days, not so. That very night that man was transported to the state hospital and my friend the nurse was told not to talk about this, let alone to the doctors and orderlies who are on medical leave. She was told that whatever the doctors and the orderly witnessed terrify them so much that they had to take a medical leave and get counseling.

GET ‘EM OUTTA HERE

A friend who’s in the hospice business has told me several times that when a resident dies, the funeral home reps try their best to be discreet. They pull in a stainless steel ‘cart’ draped with a white linen, much like hotel maintenance. Once inside the room with the decedent, the body is placed IN the cart, covered and wheeled out. The idea being all is concealed from the other residents. They’re on to it though, quickly take a head count and say things like: ‘Is it so and so? Aww.’

RAPPA -TAP- TAP

This one is really good! a friend of mine’s mom worked in a nursing home the night shift. Now all the nurses talk about those who they expect to die soon or pass in the night. They expected patient number one not to make it through the night. Sometime in the wee morning hours, a rapping sound a knocking or a pounding sound Was Heard to come from patient number one’s room. A few the nurses ran into the room and there behind the wall was a loud knock rapping knock pounding as they described it. At first they thought you know it was pipes rattling but it became so loud and obnoxious that they thought for sure it would disturb the peace in the serenity which they were trying to create to allow patient number one to pass.

The knocking increased and they couldn’t stop it. It was so loud it alerted an orderly on duty and also the security guard on duty. No one can figure it out. It lingered above the headboard and then started to move. It moved through that wall in on across the hall to the next patient number 2! as soon as I left patient number ones room though they flatlined. the nurses at first let the patient go because it was their time so they were busy pronouncing.

Patient number two though was just sleeping but the knock was so loud it woke them as well. Now the orderly security guard and available nurse are in that room trying to discern what this noise is. It was scary to them to say the least and sure enough the noise rested above the headboard and then moved through the wall and down again through the hall to Patient number 3’s room. Once it left patient number two they went into arrest! The nurse started working on number two and yelling for help.

The orderly and the security guard continue to follow the noise into patient numbers threes room. Patient number 3 was just in there for rehabilitation. The noise of course I woke the dead literally. It’s moving through the walls and lingers right above the head of patient three.

Patient two dies! a nurse rushes in to tell the security guard in the orderly that patient number to has died. no sooner the sound moves the banging the rattling all moves and this time it goes up to the roof.

The security guard and orderly follow all the way up to the roof and climb and the noise ceases.

Patient number three goes into arrest and dies and they cannot revive him.

Now this nurse who worked at this nursing home the tests that they all believe that the angel of death came there and took three! this was a story she has told many times and her family as well familiar with it so I can only say that it must be true!