Excerpt from American Medium-The Markings-November 12th 2003-2 weeks into the new house after fleeing the S. Tustin home. Deep scratches in the walls appeared and the cross was twisted at the top. The name of Sam was also scribbled into a part of the concrete ceiling in the garage which was one the main hubs of the activity. I thought this might be the dark figureWTF
This was the first time that I had seen the scratches that appeared on the walls in the house. First photos that I was able to catch. We were a month into living in the new home and this had started to manifest. I had a feeling “started” this tactic because I was actively ignoring them, which is what I was told to do. It wasn’t working so well. I knew they were here for me but I didn’t know how to get rid of them. I didn’t want to go through this, I was getting further and further into the corner I had worked so hard to get out of.
I was running out of hope here and my mind was starting to wander into the familiar dark hallways from childhood. I was not so far away from the other side as I felt threatened in this home too and thought I could be hurt again. I hated what this is doing to me, I felt like I was beyond help. We could not move and sleeping in the tent in the backyard was not going to work as it was getting colder outside and they knew it.
My eyes looked toward a slip of paper in my purse that the woman from the church had given to me. I opened the folded paper and say the name Father Will and a Los Angeles number. I promised myself to call him tomorrow. At this point I wasn’t looking for why was this happening I just wanted to stop.
God bless you Father Will. SJ.
