In November 2011, Â Latoya Ammons Â moved her mother and three children into a quaint-looking little white house in Gary, Indiana. Immediately, Â a sense of unease swept over the family. From USA Today:
Big black flies suddenly swarmed their screened-in porch in December, despite the winter chill.
“This is not normal,” Ammons’ mother, Rosa Campbell, remembers thinking. “We killed them and killed them and killed them, but they kept coming back.”
…they occasionally heard the steady clump of footsteps climbing the basement stairs and the creak of the door opening between the basement and kitchen. No one was there.
Campbell said she awoke one night and saw a shadowy figure of a man pacing her living room. She leaped out of bed to investigate, and found large, wet bootprints.
Wet footprints? Ack.
See, I’m already creeped out. Flies have scared the hell out of me since Amityville Horror, and actually hearing footsteps in your home? Imagine actually hearing footsteps in your home? I realize that it’s not easy to just pick up and move, but the combination of these events may already have me thinking about moving. But it gets way worse.
In December 2012, the family was up late mourning a relative that had passed. They heard one of the children screaming from upstairs and found another one of the children levitating above the bed – totally unconscious. They surrounded the bed and “prayed” and eventually she came down. I probably would have just grabbed my child if she was floating over the bed – but whatever. She had no memory of it when she awoke.
The family reached out to churches for help, but they claim most refused to listen:
Eventually, after listening to Campbell and Ammons talk about the house and visiting it, officials at one church told them the Carolina Street house had spirits in it. They recommended the family clean the home with bleach and ammonia, then use oil to draw crosses on every door and window.
I had no idea Clorox got rid of ghosts. I don’t mean to make light of this incredibly creepy situation, but really? Bleach and ammonia? How about “move.” I’m going to go with, “move.” But the family was strapped for cash, so moving wasn’t an option. So Ammons took the advice of a clairvoyant, made an altar in the basement and burned sage and sulfur throughout the house while reading Psalm 91 aloud. Ammons says this made it worse.
Then Ammons turned to her family physician,Â Dr. Geoffrey OnyeukwuÂ for help. He claimedÂ ”Twenty years, and I’ve never heard anything like that in my life,” he said. “I was scared myself when I walked into the room.”
Campbell said Ammons’ sons cursed Onyeukwu in demonic voices, raging at him. Medical staff said the youngest boy was “lifted and thrown into the wall with nobody touching him,” according to a DCS report.
According to Washington’s original DCS reportâ€” an account corroborated by Walker, the nurse â€” the 9-year-old had a “weird grin” and walked backward up a wall to the ceiling. He then flipped over Campbell, landing on his feet. He never let go of his grandmother’s hand.
“He walked up the wall, flipped over her and stood there,” Walker told The Star. “There’s no way he could’ve done that.”
He walked backwards up a wall? No. NO.
DCS took the emergency step of taking custody of the children without a court order.
The strange story continues but culminates with a police chief who never believed in evil spirits claiming to have changed his mind after he visited the house.
I tend to take these stories with a grain-of-salt, but with DCS and law enforcement officials witnessing this all and also being disturbed enough to take action – I have to say I’m convinced that something is going on here. Portal to hell? I don’t know. But if my child was walking backwards up walls – I would be out of there.
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