Debra's Thoughts (continued - page 3)
Report by: Debra Pickman
In replaying those moments I came to realized that I had witness something other than Tony speaking to me. Possession came to mind, but seemed easily dismissed because that sort of thing only happens in the horror movies. I ultimately ignored it and simply filed the experience in the back of my mind.
It seemed as time went on things were getting worse. It was reinforced over the course of several months as Tony’s, normally sweet and gentle, disposition began to become argumentative and often hateful. I again, figured this was due to his lack of sleep or the fact that with each visit by the television group, Sightings, he felt he was under the microscope and all he wanted was to be left alone.
At one time, it was made known by an intuitive individual, that there was another spirit in our home; that of a woman and that she was fond of my husband. So, I began entertaining the idea that there were two spirits in the house. In fact, as I looked closer, the activity we had more recently experienced had seemed to represent just that; two separate personalities.
The final straw opening my eyes to the danger our family might be in, was when he was pushed so hard on the second floor landing that he almost went over the railing and down the stairs.
It is a rather daunting feeling when you realize that your original assessment of a situation or of a person was very wrong, and that had you seen it for what it really was you could have helped or somehow saved that person from the further experiences. I simply can’t imagine the silent suffering that Tony had to endure because I didn’t believe what he felt he was going through.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think we had a demonic force in the house; just one that was playful, a little ornery and mischievous and another that was seemingly jealous or somewhat vengeful or resentful.
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