This is a controversial and chilling blog which subject matter might be upsetting or overwhelming for certain individuals. Please read with caution and at your own discretion. The below writing is an excerpt from a chapter in my book “Devil in California”, American Medium” which chronicles our 6 year haunting in Orange County, California.
Fall 2003
Saturday’s are usually my favorite days but since the activity had started to present itself in our new home I was walking on eggshells and faking it everyday praying and hoping that this stuff would leave and our lives would return to normal. For some unknown reason these entities seemed to hover around the garage. They had started playing games the previous week opening and closing the garage door over and over again. They would wait until Caspar went to work (yes I married someone named Caspar) and I had dropped off Meredith at her country day school and I came home from my classes to engage. I worried that they would do this when we weren’t home and the busy-body neighbor would again call the police. We had only been in the house for three weeks and had already had a visit from the police department. One night all the doors in the house were opened and the stereo was blasting when we came home from dinner. We already had a reputation in the neighborhood and we hadn’t even been there a month.
This photograph was taken at the height of our haunting in my backyard…something was definitely trying to intervene on our behalf spiritually. Good verses evil captured in a photograph. You can see many ghosts and other entities behind the angels. At the time we were caring for a baby possum who was orphaned and the angelic appeared in one of the photos that I took.
That morning I was still trying to unpack slowly. I knew the activity had followed us. I wasn’t going to completely move in if the activity was going to be like it was in the old house. The feeling of uneasiness was very strong in the new house, just like the previous home. It was upstairs mainly, especially in the den. It seemed to come and go and was never in the same place for very long. The pungent smell of sulfur drifted around the house intermittently and this told me most of what I needed to know. The house we had moved into was so beautiful. We had been searching since moving down from the Bay Area. I thought that it might be something that would dissipate and that it would go back to the woman who carried these entities. I thought that whatever had attached itself to our family would leave. We had the new home blessed and I had gotten rid of so many of my unneeded possessions and I felt I was moving in the right direction.
But my instincts knew better and what we had experienced in our other home had followed us here and ignoring it wasn’t going to frustrate it and make it leave. I was trying to not give it any recognition. That had worked for me in the past, although I had never encountered anything like this before. Unfortunately the blessing seemed to provoke what had followed us from the original property.
This shadow figure I felt was the ringleader in our haunting. It would walk through walls and appear in the neighbors yard. It made its final appearance the day we left walking down the stairs and I have not seen it since.
I was in the kitchen unpacking some pots and pans and I heard the garage door open. I knew that Caspar and Meredith had gone to the hardware store to pick up some supplies. I knew “they” were back. This seemed to be the place where they were congregating-in the garage. They would somehow open and close the garage over and over again. Caspar had put a lock on it and even disabled it and it stopped for a few days. But as soon as we hooked everything back up it started up again. I walked towards the door that led to the garage and slowly opened it. I peeked in. The garage door was open. I saw Caspar and Meredith pull into the garage. They pulled all the way in and then the garage door slammed down hard. They both jumped out of the car and ran towards me. We stood in the doorway and watched the garage door slam up and slam down repeatedly. I pushed my daughter back into the house and we closed the door. We ran outside to the front of the house to see if it was still happening. By this time the neighbors had come outside and were watching this from their lawns. The Queen Bee was there and she was on her phone, calling the police again, smirking. One other neighbor who was a landscaper came over with a shovel as if to gesture to help us. Then the activity suddenly stopped.
We stood there for what seemed to be a thousand years. The police showed up as expected, two squad cars. I could already feel the tightness in my chest. Meredith was sitting on the porch, I didn’t want her to be in the house alone. She actually thought this was funny. She was on the porch in her little cowgirl outfit playing with her dolls, laughing. She was three years old so thank goodness for that childlike wonder. The officers approached us and before they could even ask us what was going on the activity started again. This time the garage door slammed down with such force the bottom began to sliver and break apart. I ran back into the house to get my ID to show the police. While I was in the house I walked into the garage just to see if I could see if something was there that I might be able to identify. I opened the door and saw a huge swirling black mass circling the car. I heard hundreds of voices screaming and crying out within the mass. It looked like a cyclone. I was scared out of my mind but I decided to try and intervene and pushed the garage door button. It opened but then stopped midway, pausing for a few minutes and then with such force started slamming up and down again. I ran back outside and told my husband what I had seen. He seemed terrified but also angry. He looked at me and said “This is your fault”. I looked down. Hot tears welled up in my eyes. In my heart my marriage ended that day. I hated myself that day. I wanted to be anyone but Kate the fucking medium that day. But this had nothing to do with me. It had everything to do with us coming into contact with that neighbor from the previous house. I held my daughter tight. The police looked terrified. Later, they would come by the house during the height of our haunting and and flash their lights and patrol our home which made me feel safe somehow. They promised me that they would do this and it meant the world to me during our ordeal.
This cross appeared on my neck one evening when I was home alone.
The fire department showed up and they approached the garage. They tried wedging an ax into the side of the garage. I couldn’t believe they had the courage to get that close to what was going on. As you got closer to the garage you could see the black mass circling the car and you could hear the screaming and howling coming from within the mass. Just then the garage door closed and opened and then with a very strong force was literally ripped off the tracking system and then hung suspended in midair.
I knew this was some kind of intimidation tactic. I was in shock, we were all in shock. We all stood there and just stared at the garage in disbelief as to what we had just witnessed, not even wanting to move a muscle.
To this day I do not understand how God allowed our family to experience something so horrifying but in my soul I felt it was partially because of my sensitivities to the supernatural. This event galvanized my purpose on this earth. It left no doubt. This experience changed my whole world view and brought something that I thought was just a concept into a very profound reality. The fairy tale is true. The war on earth is a reality. We saw only a glimpse of it and we survived it. Although we lost our battle and fled our home my daughter and I have made it our life’s mission to help others undergoing their own hauntings. The woman who was the genesis for our haunting and subsequently our flanking neighbors’ haunting ( we were not the only home that she affected) still resides in the Orange County area and currently works as a maid going into people’s homes to clean. This I believe is not an accident. I cannot imagine how many families she has exposed her attachments to. I also believe she is a victim.
Doorway in the Laundry Room
I also know this was a force beyond my control. I do believe there is such a thing as primary evil and I think it can manifest itself in any way, shape or form that it chooses at will and my family was a victim to that. This experience evoked the only thing in my life that truly frightens me. The only thing that really scares me are the things that are just beyond my control. I am not talking about man made situations, I am talking about the invisible forces that oppose humanity. Those that represent the absence of God’s presence. A home is supposed to be where you are safe and a haunting destroys all of that safe thinking. Just imagine what is holding all of that back. This experience did show me the lengths to which evil will go to manifest. People often ask me why I knowingly and willingly go into haunted homes knowing the dangers. It is because of this experience, someone has to help. This is what it means to be a medium in the deepest sense of the word as there are armies of these beings here on earth. To all my readers out there take care of yourself and your family, this is a very real phenomena and eventually everyone on the Earth will experience some version of this realm. These are very sophisticated spirits and they are here to harm us. And they are real. If you are reading this, thank you. I understand some people may be frightened by the experiences that I have written about in my book and for that I understand and never mean to cause any harm. I still believe though that everyone grows when you share a story.
Many thanks,
Kate
