This is an excerpt from my book “American Medium” “Hickson” which chronicles one of the most frightening residential haunting investigations that I was ever involved in. It took place in 2014 in the locality of Hickson, CA in Los Angeles County. This haunting involved two paranormal investigators, a priest and Native American shaman and me along with the family we were helping. It was the first time I had ever encountered objects and people spontaneously combusting. After this experience I truly believe some homes should be burned and salted. Who would have thought all this power could come from one evil little house.
Summer- 2014 Los Angeles
The call came in the middle of the night. I’m a light sleeper so I pick up my phone. All I heard were sobs and crying. A woman’s voice. I kept saying sweetheart what’s wrong? I hear the name Christine in between the crying. Then a hang up. I called back and then another hang up and then another. I finally called back and was able to maintain a connection. She said her family had fled their home and were at a hotel because things were catching fire and objects were moving around on their own. They had just rented the house and within the first few days they started to notice activity. She said that they were hearing growls and smelling something like rotten eggs. I stayed on the phone with her for a few hours, until she calmed down. We made arrangements to meet the next day at Coco’s (it all happens at Coco’s) to try and see if we could find a solution for her family. I told her to call me back if she needed to before our meeting. I knew this was going to be a bad situation. I didn’t want to go but I knew I had to. I always have to.
I rode with Eddie, a paranormal investigator that I have worked with on several other cases. Our friend Garith would be meeting us there. He is a practicing shaman and has experience in extreme hauntings. I asked him to come along with me because I was uneasy showing up without someone who has worked on Demonic cases. As we pulled up to the house I could feel and sense what I called an inversion. It is almost like an internal pressure that hits me in my gut when I am near primary evil. This is a feeling I get when a home or piece of property has an integrated negative presence within it. Neighborhoods do have entity systems and not all of them are positive. It was just us three the first night. We exited the car and walked up a windy paved entry and I started to feel like I was being burned on my lower back. As we stood on the porch I began to smell sulfur on and around the property. This was not a good sign. We knocked on the door and Gary, Christine’s husband answered. He was still in the house after Christine and the kids had fled to the hotel. He looked disheveled and dark circles appeared under his eyes. We entered the home and from somewhere in the back of the house we heard a loud crash. We all quickly went to the back to see what had fallen or moved but everything was in its place. It was too still.
We then heard loud scratching sounds. I recognized these sounds from my own haunting experience. They seemed to be coming from the inside the walls and the floor and for that matter everywhere. There was a very pungent smell of sulfur that would seem to move about the home but you could never pinpoint where it was coming from. I knew what was there. I knew what would have to be done.
As we walked toward the laundry room I noticed what looked like burn marks on the carpet. There were patches of individual burn marks all around this area by the dryer. Gary then said” This is where I pray”. I noticed his arms had what looked like burn marks on them too. Mainly on his forearms and the top of his hands. We made our way back to the front area of the home and in my mind I was thinking we need to get this guy out of here. Now! I started to smell something burning, like a fire. I looked back at the laundry area which was carpeted and there was a small fire that had appeared out of nowhere. We three ran towards the flames and put it out with a blanket. Gary said that the fires had started a week after they had moved in. He told us that he didn’t feel that he would be “allowed” to leave the house. What the heck? But I could understand as I felt he was being oppressed. Inside that home I felt like I was daydreaming and not wanting to leave but at the same time wanting to get the hell out of there. I felt as though I was moving through different dimensional fields almost in a trance-like state. I knew we needed to get Gary out of the house. All of the sudden another fire had started. We ran over to the kitchen area to put that one out. Gary said this was why he had to stay also because if he left “they” would burn the place down if he wasn’t there to stand guard. Somehow I believed him. I don’t scare easily but in this home I was scared. I felt like my skin was burning and thought I might catch fire. I was worried that what was there would follow me home and I must have been half out of my mind to get involved in another Demonic case. After visiting the house for the first time I did not return to my home, I went straight to the beach, immersed myself in the ocean and allowed the salt and sea water discharge the energy. Attachments and possible possession were my main concerns while involved in this case.
On the second visit to the home we managed to convince Gary to come with us and leave the home for a few hours. We turned off the gas and decided to go back to the hotel where his wife was staying to talk things through and to devise a plan. His demeanor began to change. He started to relax and calm down. But after about two hours away from the home he became very agitated and wanted to go back to the house. He screamed” I want to go back to the F***ing house now!!”. We got back into the car and headed back to the house. As we drove back from the hotel Gary was so angry he started punching the passenger side door and began to scream “Let me out of the car now!!!”. I tried calming him down but his anxiety was through the roof. At one point he tried to open the car door while we were on the highway and jump out. Thank God we had the child locks. I backed up a little and put my feet against his legs to kind of pin him in the corner of the back seat. This dude was strong for a skinny guy. When we pulled up to his street he began yelling “release the locks now” and he started to grab Garith by the neck. He started to squeeze his neck tightly. Garith didn’t want to be choked so he released the child locks and Gary broke free of my legs and jumped out of the car while it was still moving and took off running towards the house. He turned around and looked at me and I swear his eyes were jet black. Gary had very blue eyes but they looked black when he made eye contact with me. He was running to the home like a bat out of hell. We pulled up to the house and saw that Gary was already inside. I could hear him screaming at the top of his lungs saying over and over “Jesus Christ help me!!!”. We began knocking on the door as he had locked himself inside. He would not come to the door. I guess one of the neighbors called the police because they showed up next. They came to the front door and started banging on the door saying “Police department, open the front door”. I was calling Gary on his cell phone but I got no answer. Finally he came to the door. He said “they are here!!! and there is another fire”. I saw smoke coming from the laundry area again. The police rushed in and we followed. A small fire had again broken out by the dryer. Gary began to cry and said “I’m coming apart”, “please help me!”. I was worried sick about him and said we needed to transport him to the hospital to be evaluated and possibly admitted. I was worried he might become violent towards someone else or himself. Whatever was in the house was affecting his mental health. The police said they were calling the fire department. Okay. Great. Not really going to solve what we have going on here. Suddenly, a small table from the living room lifted up in mid-air and was suspended and then smashed against the wall where one of the police officers was standing. I have never seen a cop move so fast and look so terrified. He ducked outside and did not come back in the home. Chickenshit. One of the other police officers said “What is going on here?”. I said “The family is going through a demonic haunting and we are trying to get the Catholic Church to help them”. I told them about the fires, the attacks and Gary’s alarming behavior change. We then heard the front door open and slam shut on its own with such force the entire house shook. The windows rattled. This sent chills down my spine. I wanted to leave, I was terrified but I knew I needed to see this one through. There seemed to be an army of demons in this home. The cop looked at me like I was insane. Stone-faced, he shook his head in confusion. The table moving on its own did not phase him one iota. He walked away whistling like he was above all of it kind of like Barney Rubble. This particular officer would later communicate with me that he experienced activity in his home that night and could I come by and help. Demons love people like that. Served him right.
The fire department showed up next but I don’t think they were expecting to see what was taking place in this home for the last several weeks. As they entered the home we heard another very loud crash in the laundry area. The police took the lead and walked over to see what had happened and another fire had started behind the washer. One of the firemen used the fire extinguisher to put it out and then disconnected the washer and the dryer. One of the police officers said to Gary “Why don’t you tell me what kind of “hocus-pocus” is going on here”. I thought to myself “Oh my God we are in a spiritual battle and we have ourselves a good-old-boy here giving us a hard time”. Then another loud crash came from the kitchen. It sounded like pots and pans being thrown around. We all ran to the kitchen to see what had happened but everything was intact. Until we looked towards the top of the stove which is when we saw that the steak knives were laid out meticulously on the counter in the kitchen in the same direction by an unseen force. They were not there before. (This was something that I have seen before in two of my homes and I know it to be of a negative origin). They were actually still vibrating and moving a bit. Gary screamed” Who the F*#*k did that Kate??” “FIX IT!!!”. A feeling of strong evil permeated the room and I steeled myself as much as possible. I wasn’t sure how I was going to fix demonic entities though. I wondered why they were at the house?
Another fireman came into the house and said that he saw smoke coming out of the garage. We walked over to the door that led to the garage and opened it. Another fire had started in the upper corner of the garage. All the Christmas decorations and cardboard boxes were in flames. The firemen pulled out the hoses and opened the garage and soaked everything. Everything was soaking wet. What a bloody mess.
I pulled one of the police officers aside and attempted to explain what had been happening and what we were trying to do. This cop seemed to be a believer. He was very empathetic and said that they would keep a tight watch on the house. I was really afraid to leave the house, to leave Gary. I felt like these entities were trying to burn the house down. I then did something that I would later regret but at the time needed to be done, I called the diocese and threatened a priest and told him to get out of his comfortable quarters and get someone over here now!!!! We had waited long enough while they did their “investigation”. A priest arrived later that day. I was shocked. My meltdown on the phone seemed to work. A stern, older priest showed up and told me very firmly that I can’t just threaten people and get my way. I thought to myself “This guy obviously doesn’t know me very well“. I apologized but I wasn’t really sorry. With the exception of maybe two priests the rest of the clergy I have encountered in these situations either never return phone calls, are afraid when and if they do show up and are quite admonishing when they find out that I am a clairvoyant. Don’t you just love the Catholic Church in times of real crisis? They don’t really want to get involved. Performing baptisms and weddings are enough for them They just want to appear to be close to God. It is all very bizarre to me. A lot of cowardice that isn’t needed when these families are under attack.
After the stern priest said mass and blessed the home the activity seemed to stop. The feelings of evil in the house seem to dissipate and it was at this time that we finally convinced Gary to leave the house with us. He agreed and the priest also did a blessing over him before running back to the rectory. Gary started to stabilize and he joined his family at the hotel. They had decided not to return to the home and would later have friends move their things out to a local storage area.
What took place in that home when we were present was very frightening. What we did not witness I believe was even more terrifying. I know there was more that occurred in the home than what we witnessed.
Deep scratches would appear on the concrete and the wood floors and walls. This family had no pets nor did the prior owners. Loud pounding sounds and deep growls could be heard throughout the home, especially at night. On the last night in this house an upside down cross appeared on my neck and I was physically pushed forward down a hallway so hard that I fell forward against a wall to my feet. I felt physically and spiritually threatened while inside this home. The sense of danger in this home was very strong. It was palpable. You could feel it. Entity systems in homes can lie dormant until someone who is sensitive or vulnerable with whatever is there becomes involved with the home and they take an interest in them. This was one of those instances. It was almost as if the entities in the house didn’t want you to leave. And even worse it would draw you back to the property when you were away from the home. We were the mice and the demonic were the cat.
To my knowledge there were no further supernatural events that took place inside this home once a Catholic mass was said. Several families have come and gone and although I have no way of record keeping or documenting I believe the home was exorcised and has stayed that way. To my knowledge there were no further outbreaks of fires. What was the genesis of this haunting? I believe it was a group of entities that were already there that were energized by the family that had moved in. How were these entities able to generate fires? Probably telepathically by manipulating the materials in our world and through intention. Gary and his family moved to another town shortly after the minor exorcism and did not remain in contact with me. This demonic case stands out to me because these demons seem to have gone to great lengths to instill fear and try to establish dominance and take control of the family and the house, mainly targeting Gary due to his sensitivities. The keyword being “sensitivities”. These creatures do exploit sensitive souls and the weaknesses of the psyche. It really does demonstrate to what lengths evil will go to manifest. Those demons could have burned the place down but they didn’t. They just wanted us to think they could.
