Well, man, we'll let you pick it back. Up all right. Things had escalvated pretty quickly from there. The pounding and threats had continued every night. She had been too scared to sleep in her bedroom and had started sleeping in the living room couch. Then one night the pounding had begun not just on her bedroom closet, but all the closet doors in the house, all at the same time, like there were people and all of them trying to get all at once. She told us it was the same voice in every closet, that same horrible voice. In fear, she nailed all the closet doors shut to keep the thing, whatever it was, from going out to get her. Then, about two weeks ago, something even more terrifying had happened. She had been in her bathroom and was washing her hands in a sink when she looked up into the medicine cabinet mirror. She popped. What'd you see your asked her. I saw it, she said, in a choked whimper. I saw his face instead of my own. He was wearing a black robe with a hood and its face. His face was just a grinning skull, a skull with horns. His eyes were red the eyes of the devil himself. I don't mean I saw it standing behind me in the mirror. It was in the mirror itself. I felt to shiver crawl up my spine. It reached out of the mirror. It didn't have hands, it was like claws, and it tried to grab me in horror. She had thrown a bottle of lotion at the mirror, shattering glass. Then, to be safe, had done the same to all the other mirrors in the house. How could you stay in his house with all that has happened to you, asked her. She shrugged sadly. I don't have anywhere else to go, and no one will take me in. The nights were awful. It was always better during the days. At least then I could get some sleep. It always stopped by morning and never happened during the day, She suddenly shuddered. Until three days ago. Then it started happening all the time, day and night. I was safe no matter what time it was. It all come to a head late this morning. Pounding had gradually gotten more violent and forceful, until all the closet doors were rattling in their frames. SCAREDY knew that you went boards nailed over them. It's only a matter of time till that thing broke through. In desperation, she was gained praying and reading from the Bible, which had only caused the entity in the closet to laugh at her mockingly. Finally, she had gotten out Bill's shotgun and fired it through the closet door. For a minute or so, there wasn't a sound. She told us, I sort of think it was finally over. Then I saw those red eyes burning in the dark and the hole the shotgun had made. It chuckled and it said one word to me. Well, what to say? I asked her? Tonight, she said, began to tremble. She lowered her head into her hands and began to sob again. Jerry and I were silent for some time, trying to absorb what she had just told us. We looked at each other, deeply troubled by her story. Neither of us actually believed it, of course, but it was obvious the poor woman was deeply disturbed. If she was having some kind of nervous breakdown, maybe her afraid grip on reality had finally snapped. Maybe it was old age was taking a toll on her. Mind. One thing was clear. It wasn't safe for her to be alone anymore, especially not here. It was not healthy for her. Hell, for all we knew, maybe her paranoid delusions were her result of some dangerous form a mold that had formed in the house. Jerry and I excused ourselves for a moment, then stepped outside and talking brightly, we both agreed she needed help, she needed to be institutionalized, but for now it was she stays somewhere else. Went back in and told missus Garrett she was coming with us. She was going to spend the night in a hotel room in town and tomorrow, Jerry added, we were going to find it. He so it come exercises free evil spirit. They've been bothering her, Getting rid of it once and for all. She broke down again, this time crying and relief, and hugged me and my partner, thankingness over and over again. Well she's finally getting the help that she needs. Sounds like, Yeah, it sounds like they're they're really trying to get her, like can some sort of institution. They're going to try to hold her someplace overnight. That's what it seems like to me. That they're not really believing this story, but her story is terrifying, and if it's you are remotely true, this is a night Mercenari. Yeah, it sounds like this is actually later in the day. All this is transpiring, All this is happening, and like you said, get her to a hotel and excuse me, get her to a motel until the next day when they can get her help wherever that may be. I think it's a previous section that you read when he said what the fuck happened here? You really start to like put all the puzzle pieces together as far as how crazy of a state this house is in. Yeah, the disarray and like all these boards up dw worse, Like that's something that would be crazy to walk into. She looks in the mirror. She sees a I don't know how to describing a monster. Yeah, it looks like a skeletal monster of some sort and reaching out to or from the mirror, not so much its behind her. She describes it as being within the mirror. We've all seen that in a movie or had that fear, like we're gonna look in the mirror and like something else is like not even behind you, but it's like they're in the mirror, you know. Yeah, and so she breaks the mirror that she goes around and she destroys all the other mirrors in the house. Yeah, she breaks them all that day. And so like there's all these broken mirrors, there's glass something around, and so, like I said, he has definitely started to see like, ah, this is we got ourselves a problem here. It's very much she is in you know, she could be endangering herself. She needs to be taken care of. And it's a really scary moment if there was nothing supernatural going on. Because this old woman who you've been like kind of taking care of sort of by going and visiting her during her calls and you know, just like calming down every time, and then you see her in this state. It's a scary moment for you, right because you got to be like thinking, how are we going to take care of her? Now? You know, we got to something's gonna happen. Just that alone, you can you can imagine there their way they felt in this moment. But the way she's feeling with all that she's claiming to see, that's that's the craziest thing ever. Yeah, So what began is calling at the closet door. Is now pass in every closet door throughout the house. She's actually concerned that the pounding is so hard it's gonna break through the boards. She began praying and reading the Bible. I guess this made this entity is We're gonna call it laugh. It was mocking her. Finally she got the shotgun and fired it through the closet door. This entity was mocking her. Yes, so after it started making forever, she shot at it and then saw those eyes within the darkness. So like she walked up to the door, she was seeing these eyes in there through the holes. I'm going sure how close she got, but she definitely kind of appeerid. So through the shotgun holes she could see these red eyes. Yeah, yes, that's absolutely terrifying. Wow. And then it said tonight. It said tonight. So they relieve her of this tress and said we're gonna get you help. They have a sidebark conversation. Hey, she she's no longer able to say care of herself. This is that she's a huge risk to herself. This situation is a bad situation. They're going to remove her from the situation and like we when we just started this discussion right here, They're going to get her help. Man, you still feel so sorry for being all alone, you know? Oh yeah, definitely. Jeff Townsend media sees you good night. And the question is do I stay here? Will you be back? Are you gonna come back? Will you be back? Are you coming back
