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know if I was sick, tired, or what, but I was foggy and unable to concentrate. It felt like everyone was speaking in slow motion. I didn’t want to be there, but I kept telling myself to be professional and fight through it. You can Google that interview and see how out of it I was. Later, the crew told me that I was different every time we went to that place. Even if we were just putting in a smoke detector or walking around, I seemed to get meaner and more short-tempered. I’ve been around a lot of bad energy and I’ve fought with a few nasty demons, but this place was different—so much that it actually made me stop filming for a while.
    One day we were troubleshooting a camera system. No filming was going on except for the surveillance cameras, when I suddenly went off on a crew member for no reason. I was shouting at him, and things got physical. This man weighs 200 pounds, and I picked him up and pinned him against a wall, something I’m not sure I could do on my own. Later he said that I seemed to have superhuman strength and didn’t look like myself when it happened.

    So many things have happened to people in that house—workers removing mold, plumbers, the building inspector, everyone has some type of experience while they’re there or after they leave. Strange things even happened to people I interviewed for the documentary after they left the house.
    To be honest, I feared for my life a few times there. Something kept telling me that I had to do this, but I don’t want to sustain permanent damage. There’s something about the house that I’ve connected with, for better or worse. After I pinned that guy up against the wall, I wanted to leave, but I didn’t want to leave. I remember being at the front door looking back inside and seeing a tall, dark figure standing at the threshold of the kitchen leading down to the basement—the same type of figure the police officers saw. This is beyond anything I’d ever witnessed before. This is beyond the power of human spirits. This house may not be a portal to hell, but it’s a portal to something that is powerful and evil.
    At that point, I don’t think I realized what I had gotten myself into. For most investigations, I can show up, do my job, come into contact with human spirits, go home, have a lockdown hangover for a day or two, and I’m fine. This place is different. It’s indescribable. Something in this house is aware of me and uses me. An incident that occurred a few weeks later confirmed this belief.
    A woman who claims to have lived in the house in the 1980s saw me on the news and reached out to my producers. After we validated that she had in fact lived there as a teen, we agreed to meet her at the house. She wanted to go inside, but I was hesitant. It was an open investigation where bad things had happened to children, and this woman had her family with her. It was dangerous, but she was insistent. She had lived there for many years, so finally I caved, and we all went in together. At first it seemed harmless. She showed me which room was hers, and we spent some time talking about what it had been like to live there. She even revealed that she’d had nightmares as a kid, and when she had a specific nightmare, someone she knew would die the next day. I honestly wasn’t surprised given how evil this place is.
    Then we headed downstairs to the basement, but as we moved through it, something happened to the woman’s leg, like something hit her or a dog bit it. She said, “Ow!” and turned to her son to yell at him, but he was ten feet away and had nothing to do with it. She was angry. “Why the hell did you do that?” she spat. It was a strange moment, and she immediately went upstairs and left the house. The visit pretty much ended right there.
    Days later, she called to say that her daughter was possessed and hadn’t been the same since being in the house. Apparently her daughter tried to kill herself and her mom just a few days after I met