Paranormal Nightmare

Get out.

Come out.

John, hit "method."

There's a charger.

He is coming. He's okay.

He's just going to grab my shoulder.

My brothers and I were recently contacted

by a mother and daughter from Bloomington, Indiana.

Family claims they are under attack

by multiple spirits inside their home.

We are concerned that some of these encounters

have become sexual.

Now that it is actually showing

some kind of aggression towards us, it scares me.

Like, I don't want it to follow me.

We've all had some kind of marks on our bodies from the-

I have been bothered by it sexually.

Where we live now is part of the farmhouse property,

I would be doing dishes, and the rocking chair

in the living room would be rocking,

and it scared me to death, but then it turned over.

The water faucets would turn on by theirself.

I'd have to turn 'em off.

I was in the family room, laying on the couch,

and I was asleep, and when I opened my eyes,

I seen a young man with no shirt on,

and he was standing in front of me where I was laying,

and he knelt down and he started

physically touching me and stuff,

kissing me passionately and everything.

I was scared, and I tried to move, but I couldn't.

I could not move, I could not holler for help, nothing.

I will feel something next to my leg

or something will play with my hair.

I mean, it physically done something, and I was so scared,

And whenever I got up and went in there to tell Ron,

he had blood dripping down his face,

and there were three scratch marks down his face,

and blood was dripping down it.

It looked like a image of a man, but just a hoodie,

black hoodie on and black-

Just solid black, couldn't see no face or anything,

walking toward my bed, and then it turned around,

and so I seen that just here lately.

One night I was in bed asleep. I heard talking.

Like, people talking back and forth in the family room.

I could faintly hear it, but I could hear people talking.

Huge, huge snake.

It looked like it was coming from my bathroom,

and then it crawled in my bedroom at the end of the bed,

and then it was going out the bedroom door.

Scared me to death, and I opened my eyes,

and there's a little girl that was like this,

looking just about this far away from my face looking at me.

And I went like that, because she was so close to me,

and she had curly hair.

She looked to be maybe about eight or nine years old.

I can't tell what it is,

but I know what I see and I know what I feel.

I feel it touching me.

I hear that all night long when I'm awake, I-

just like somebody's in here walking around.

My husband was asleep on the couch,

me and one of the girls come home,

and it was so filled with gas fumes,

and we hurried up in the kitchen,

and every one of the burners were turned on,

but they wasn't lit.

And we had to open windows.

We had to shut 'em off.

I swear if he had have lit his cigarette,

he wouldn't be here.

It was so full of fumes.

I won't stay here at night by myself.

No. If he's gone for some reason I go elsewhere.

I will not stay in this house alone.

I've got a CPAP machine, And this happened twice,

where my machine has been actually turned off.

Like I said, I don't wanna be here alone,

especially at night.

I won't be here alone.

I've lived with mom the last two years.

Little things were happening then,

but now it's progressively gotten worse.

It's getting more close to us, it's affecting my kids,

but it's constantly doing something

to let me know it's there.

several instances where the doors shut and open.

I heard arguing, yelling, like a man yelling,

items being thrown across, like, banging,

all kinds of stuff.

And I thought we were being robbed, Honestly.

The next morning I got up and her bedroom door was shut.

There were two footprints right in front of the door

that stopped right there.

Here, lately, it's been tugging at my blankets.

Tugged the blankets where I actually have to fight

for them to stay on.

I rolled over and something grabbed my arm in mid-air,

and I started hitting it constantly,

like, just trying to get it to release me,

'cause it was holding grip.

I could feel it, and whenever I touched, it felt like flesh.

It was a small arm but it was ice, ice cold.

I hear a man constantly.

I hear a woman now too, which is new for me.

I haven't ever heard a woman's voice.

There is a little girl that runs

past my bedroom window outside

like something's chasing her,

and the screaming will get louder as it goes

right by my window and then it fades off.

We hear banging on the back door

from the utility room where stuff also happens.

She heard three knocks on her window the other night

when all of this was happening to me.

He's wearing a hood and he has a skinny, long face.

He has thin lips, but has, like, his cheeks closer down here

instead of higher or where they normally are.

The first time I saw him, I didn't notice this,

but as I saw him several days later,

'cause it's been there about three weeks now,

I saw a hole in his head right above here.

So I'm wondering if he was trying to tell me

that he got shot or something.

I felt something up against me too.

I feel it putting its hand on me.

I feel it laying close to me.

I feel it pushing my back and the pressure.

my hair actually will stand out,

and I will see it be out,

and I'll have to go like this to get it to go down.

My blankets were suspended in front of me the other night,

to where they were in air and I had to grab them back.

It could be a sunny day out, no water anywhere,

and all of a sudden water just starts dripping down

in a steady stream on my windshield,

but then it turns into dots right in front of you.

Whenever I watch the video back,

my dash lights are going crazy when the water's dripping,

but when the water stops, my dash is fine.

Something that was child abuse, sexually related,

and that she had just so much depression from that,

that she took too much of it,

and she decided to commit suicide,

and that she was alone.

I have not slept hardly at all.

I will not stay here. Period.

You couldn't pay me any amount of money, honestly,

to stay here.

It's getting physical, like I said.

I have felt it physically touch me, too,

to where it's abuse,

and have had bad dreams of the person in the hoodie

that was raping me.

Making her presence known here is what she's meant to do,

so that it can't hurt us any more than it already has,

and that she won't leave until we find peace

with getting this resolved.

And I honestly believe that,

because this has gotten outta control.

It's leaving physical bruises on us,

It's keeping me from sleeping,

It's making me feel like I'm crazy or paranoid,

but I know what I see.

I know what other people see.

Hearing a man's voice say, "hello."

Everybody here has encountered something.

She woke up and saw scratches

down her wall behind her couch.

The second we opened that door,

the water turned on in front of us, full blast.

Whenever she came out,

she had the stuff all over her hands that looked like blood,

And this stuff was so hard on the hands,

that it wouldn't come off for two days.

Anytime I talk about these things,

it's like it's there to let me know that I shouldn't.

Before you got here, I was fine,

and I'm even nervous to talk,

is that I feel nervous, anxious.

I'm glad that you're here, but yet I'm afraid-

I don't know.

You're-

I don't know how to describe it,

but I've been fine all day,

but right now I'm nervous.

I think I'm probably afraid of what you'll find.

It's getting worse.

It's getting more personal,

and it's coming closer and closer,

More comfortable with actually touching us,

and physically leaving evidence of something.

At least three or four times

that something here's tried to...

I guess kill you guys.

Yeah.

We know that somewhere along the way

one of us has had to accept it being around,

but I think it's just more