The house next door sat quiet for most of the day. Solemnly, I stood at my back door and watched over the house… anticipating was what about to happen later that evening. Over and over, I played out various scenarios of how the cleansing and blessing would go. As I paced the kitchen floor, I prepared myself mentally and spiritually for the task ahead of me. I was about to go into a tragic mess of open energies, trapped spirits, and a wall of violent negativity… the gravity of it all was not lost on me.
Steve, the leader of this cleansing, arrived at our house at 10:30p.m., by way of my husband. The two came in, we hugged, and began to discuss what we were about to do. As this was the first blessing I have ever done, I looked to Steve for guidance and instruction. I wanted to make it clear that I in no way consider myself an expert in this and I think Steve appreciated that. “We are about to cleanse this home, release the trapped spirits, shut down the darkness, and learn as a result.” Steve said. I was comforted by his directness and control.
“I am not one to go into a situation like this with disrespect,” he explained. “I go in with options. It is up to the energy or spirit to decide the course of action.” Steve isn’t some bouncer-turned Paranormal Investigator, with an antagonistic approach and a foul mouth. Instead, Steve is a respectful man, a trained Shaman, and an experienced Exorcist. Again, I felt comforted by all of this. We were in good hands.
Once our plan was in place, the three of us left my home and headed toward the house next door. It had rained most of the day and clouds covered the moon. The wind blew and the trees swayed, creating an unsettling rustling around us. Aside from the white candle I carried and the amber street lights, there was only darkness.
We went to the door and put in the key. And like before, the lock was resistant. “Let us in,” Steve repeated in a stern tone. “Let us in.” A second later, the lock gave way and we opened the door. And just like before, the thick air hit me directly in the face. What was in that home knew we were there and wasn’t pleased at all. We all felt it, not one of us was immune to the dense animosity.
Steve walked throughout the home, making notes to himself aloud. “This house is like an onion, there are many - many layers.” He went on to confirm several energies I had encountered nights before when Robert and I walked the home. “We have one adult woman, one child, and the dark entity that is upstairs. He already knows we’re here.” And he did, I can attest to that.
We all looked up into the cutout window that overlooked the Living Room from the Master Bedroom. The entity was there, blocking any light from penetrating into the bedroom. “I see you and I’ll deal with you in a minute.” Steve declared. Internally, I could hear maniacal laughter and could feel the tension rise. This entity meant business, nobody could deny that.
As we walked into the kitchen, Steve began to pace the kitchen floor. There was an energy there and he was picking up on it. My husband Robert went to Steve’s side and confirmed that a presence was there. That is when I saw her, the same entity I had seen in the window upstairs. “That’s her! That is the woman from the upstairs bedroom,” I muttered.
“What’s her name?” asked Steven. I kid you not, as the sentence was leaving his mouth, I heard the name Theresa in my ear. There was no way I could have known what he was about to ask and I most certainly didn’t expect the response to his question to be whispered to me. I shared this with Steve and he agreed. “She paced here, back and forth, anxiously waiting for ‘him.’” I explained.
Steve held out his hand and felt for the tale-tale temperature dip one experiences when a spirit is present. Once he locked in on her, he asked that she take his hand. At first, her spirit was reluctant. She needed ‘his’ permission. She wanted ‘him’ to let her know it was okay to leave. Whoever ‘he’ was, he had his hooks in her. As in life, he was keeping her captive.
I began a dialogue with her, explaining that this was her journey and that it was her decision to move on. In my mind’s eye, I could see her looking out into the Living Room, waiting for him to turn a corner and catch her with us. “Don’t be afraid of him anymore. This is about you,” I pleaded. “Theresa you have got to do something for yourself for a change.” Like many women in our everyday lives, Theresa had given it all to someone who used and abused her. She traded self-care for family care, ignoring her own needs and ignoring her own safety. Once she recognized this, she grasped my hand and tears filled my eyes. “It’s time to go, Theresa.” After chanting and calling upon the heavenly protectors, we passed Theresa into the light.
The very moment Theresa left the house, the temperature plummeted to a chilling 59 degrees. Paranormal cold like this happens; especially, when a negative spirit is absorbing energy to manifest. “It is freezing,” Robbie mouthed. We all shook our heads in agreement. It was bone chilling cold and about to get colder.
After developing something of a “safe-area” in the kitchen to pass these innocent spirits along, we headed to the room underneath the stairs. “Ken, when you said somebody had done something dark in this room, you were right,” Steven confirmed. “Someone played with the Ouija Board, Necromancy, something.”
Through no guidance from me or Robert, Steve went directly to the cubbyhole in the back of the room. “There is something here,” Steve said to himself. “What is here? What’s here?” Deeper and deeper he went into the cubby, and came out with 2 plastic balls. “What are these?” Steve asked.
“Those are hair tie balls that you put in a little girl’s hair. They used to have them in the 80’s and 90’s.” Rob and I explained.
Steve nodded in agreement, "There is a young girl attached to these. Like an anchor, they keep her here." He handed me the plastic pieces and explained that two things could be done. We could either burn them, or use them as a way to pass her along. We all agreed that passing her on was for the best.
We connected to the spirit and lead her to the kitchen where the safe area had been established. The white candle flickered, lighting the room just enough so that the three of us could see what we were doing. I got on my knees, held out my palm, and felt the chilling touch of an unseen hand. “Sweetheart, it is time to go,” I encouraged her. “Trust me; I am here to help you. It is time to walk into the light." Again, we called upon the heavenly protectors to lead her into light. “Heal her, make her whole, protect her, and carry our little sister into the light,” I pleaded. I took a deep breath in and as I exhaled, I could feel her tiny hand letting go. She was elated.
Was Theresa on the other side to pull the child through? I don’t know. All I know is that she was gone and she would no longer be prisoner in that house.
At this point, there was little more to do on the 1st floor. With angst and trepidation, the three of us went to the staircase. I was interested to see if Steve would feel the resistant force on the stairs. Would he be able to pick up on the swirling energy and darkness that pressed against me nights before?
Halfway up the staircase, Steve stopped dead in his tracks. The force of the energy was so strong, Steve swayed backward. I heard the bones in his wrists and in his back pop. “Let us pass,” Steven demanded. When he did, Rob took protective oils and anointed the staircase wall. “This will prohibit his darkness from escaping back down the stairs.” Steve expounded.
At the top of the stairs, Steve asked us if we could feel the heat. The upstairs almost felt like a separate building unto itself. The air was much thicker, almost stagnant and much warmer. Which is shocking, considering that the upstairs windows were all cracked open.
We went into the children’s bedroom, the place where I had first encountered Theresa. I expected that nothing would be in this room, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. In the corner, hunched over with her head lowered, sat a young girl. I couldn’t see her face… all I could see was her dark and tangled hair. She was weeping, frightened and alone.
Steve extended his hand to this spirit and quickly realized that she was petrified, unable to move. “This is where she was told to hide,” Steve expounded. “She is scared and we need to help her.” As he spoke, I could hear a wheezing in his lungs. “I can’t breathe; I’m having an asthma attack. But it isn’t me, it’s her.” Through the gasps of air, Steve instructed us on how to pass this spirit along and so we did.
In the corner of this room was yet another cubbyhole. In that cubbyhole was a swirling of energy and air. There was a naturally occurring vortex there that needed to be closed off. We each took turns placing our hands into the cubbyhole. You could feel the movement of air within it and Rob experienced the static electricity that he had in our initial visitation. Rob went into the cubby, braver than I had ever seen him. He knelt to his knees, felt the energy and spun it in reverse; effectively shutting off this energy flow. After he finished, the air in the space was no longer moving and the static electricity had dissipated. However, we were far from finished... we still had the overwhelming dark energy to deal with and he wasn’t alone.
“He is holding one last child captive. He is threatening that if we go into the Master Bedroom after him, he will hurt the child.” Steve warned us. “We’re gonna have to go in there and pull the child out. I will hold back the negative spirit while the two of you take out the child and pass it along.” Steve instructed.
We busted into the Master Bedroom and it felt like we were walking into a sauna. The air was heavy and made it hard to breathe. Steve forced his way toward the closet and then toward a back wall. “Grab the kid, Ken. Grab him now and take him downstairs.” Quickly, I went toward the closet. I connected with the spirit of the youngest child, a little boy. I lead this child’s spirit into the kitchen and began to pass him into the light.
“It is time for you to go, little buddy. You need to move on from here,” I whispered.
“Ken, if you want to reach this child, you are gonna have to be tough. He has been held down by this negative energy for far too long. You have to get stern!” Steve shouted.
“Little man, it is time to go! You have to leave this house and you have to leave right now!” I shouted. “The angels are here for you, they are going to watch over you, so you have to leave! Leave right now!” All of the sudden, peace filled my heart. I knew the child was finally free. Overwhelming joy came over me, this little fella was finally at rest.
And then, the time had finally come… we needed to deal with the angry, resentful, and nasty spirit that had been holding this household hostage for so long. The time had come to deal with the darkness. We began by blocking off the exits. Using various blessed oils, Rob anointed the windows, and door frame; essentially, sealing in this nasty force.
“I told you I was coming for you,” Steve quipped. “Now I am here and there is nowhere to go. There is no one to hold captive and there is nothing else you can do. You have to face me.” Rob and I chanted in the background. We were surrounding Steve and ourselves in protective white light. “Tell him to leave, guys. Push him out of this house.”
“You have got to go!” I shouted.
“There is nothing and nobody left for you here!” Rob affirmed.
“No more games, no more haunting, no more you!” I could feel my throat tighten and the room grow hot.
Steve continued to wrestle with the darkness in front of him. The house moaned and the floor almost seemed to shake. I kid you not, the room rumbled. We were in the midst of a spiritual clash and I have never witnessed anything quite like this before. “Leave!” we shouted in unison. “Leave!!!!” Once again, the wind blew and the trees swayed, and just like that… the malevolent entity had been removed.
To further secure the home, Rob and Steve smudged the house. I followed close behind them, clutching my prayer beads in one hand and holding a light with the other. We walked from room to room, smudged corner to corner, and even smudged the perimeter of the property line.
When we were finished, you could tell a major difference in the home. The temperature became steady, the house stopped rumbling, and we could all breathe again. Most interesting though, was that light seemed to penetrate more of those once dark places. The darkness had been dispelled and the home was accepting the light in again. Our work was done.
I left the house next door a changed man. This had been my first cleansing and I was slightly worse for wear. I was exhausted, tired, and quite hungry. But all of this meant very little in comparison to what we accomplished. The entities that had plagued the owners of that house were gone. The house that had haunted me for more than a year had been cleansed and the woman who cried out for my help all those months ago was finally at rest.
I slept easy last night. I felt secure in the work we did and hopeful for the new family about to move into the house. I spoke to the mother just this morning and gave her all of the instructions she would need to maintain this peaceful home. I told her to clear away clutter, let the light in, laugh often, and to live in love.
The house next door is haunted no longer.
All My Love,