Dark Force: The Bean Family Story Synopsis
It's a cool and stormy spring night in May, May 6th to be exact. That date means quite a bit to me as it would have been my mother's birthday. I'm sitting behind my desk, working and listening to the sounds of soft piano music. A thunderstorm is raging outside, and it's adding to the mood of reflections of how bad my life was as a child. Though I don't live in the past, my story surely needed to be told in the hopes of helping others. I feel that we all have a journey in life and some of us have a tougher road to travel than others. What took place back then makes sense to me now, because of the work that I currently do in helping victims to become free from evil. It was necessary for me to have had those experiences, in order for me to be where I am today. I was once a victim and by the power of GOD, I'm now a Victor.
How did all of it really begin? Did two family members from over a hundred years ago really conjure demonic forces? Was it a family bloodline curse? Was it that house? Was it the area? Did GOD really want me to experience all of this? The answer is that I believe it to be all of the above. I'm looking at a picture album containing some old family photos, and I begin to feel myself drifting back into time. My Mom (Patricia Bean) is the first face that I see, and it brings to me both great joy and overwhelming sadness, as most of her forty-four years on this earth were so tough. Her upbringing was modest, as her family moved around quite a bit during her childhood. Her father (Edmund Harvey) was a physically abusive alcoholic, and her mother (Dora Harvey) was a wonderful wife and mother. My mother was the eldest of three children and her siblings John and Joyce were two years her junior.
Mom's pattern of abuse began in her childhood, having to witness and endure physical abuse against her mother, siblings and herself as well. I never met my grandfather Edmund Harvey. He was tragically killed during a family outing on June 17, 1957, while swimming in the waters of an area known as Point Pleasant Beach, located in Glen Burnie, Maryland. I was told that my grandfather loved the water and was an excellent swimmer. He was getting ready to enter the water, when he suddenly turned to his daughter Joyce with a somber look on his face. He said to her, "I'll see you in your dreams." With that, he slowly entered the water and began to swim out a good distance from the shore. Suddenly, a speedboat came racing by, clipping him and causing him to shoot straight up into the air and crashing down under the water to his death.
The boat never stopped and never came back, which makes it a murder at worst and gross negligence at best. It remains an unsolved mystery to this very day. I can't imagine the shock of my grandmother as she stood watching, transfixed and horrified, from the shore. My parents along with baby Patti, Aunt Joyce and Uncle John were also there. My dad, uncle, and aunt immediately got into a boat and retrieved my grandfather's body from the murky waters of Point Pleasant Beach. It must have been overwhelming for them to have to have done that. Two questions stay with me pertaining to my grandfather's death:1. The look and the message that he gave to his youngest daughter Joyce, before entering the waters. 2. Who was driving the boat and why didn't he stop after striking my grandfather?
These are answers that I will never get but would love to know just the same. Though I never met him, I love and forgive him just as I'm sure that my mother and her family did as well. After my grandfather’s untimely death, Mom-Mom (as we called her) met a man named Earl Keller in 1958, and he became her companion for many years. She met him in the bakery where they both worked. He was a fantastic guitarist and was an arranger for big bands. He also played the organ exceptionally well, practicing for hours on end. He was very good to my grandmother, and he loved her very much. His kindness and generosity made it very easy for the family to accept him. He would come to be known as "Pop Earl.”
My Dad (William Bean Sr.) was the second child of four. His father Clifford Bean senior was a tough as nails contractor, who also worked on the Pennsylvania Railroad for over 50 years. Pop Bean had his two sons Cliff and Bill (my dad) working when they were children, and they went on to become highly skilled contractors themselves. Pop Bean was also (in his younger adult years) a physically abusive alcoholic, who actually lost Bean Coal Company in a card game. My parents were married in 1956, and my sister Patti was born in 1957. Patti recalls having some wonderful childhood memories, and It always brings a smile to my face knowing that. My brother Bobby (he was born in 1969) and I do not have any such memories, as our childhood was literally robbed from us. The manifestations of evil come in many forms, and when you see repeated patterns of alcoholism and abuse, (among many other things) this leads to the fear-based / trauma-based way of living and thinking.
These types of patterns and situations are food for the devil and his demons, and they will remain there until changes are made to break the cycle. Had I known then, what I know now there would have been much less suffering for me and for my family. The story you are about to read is painfully true. It chronicles some of the nightmarish events that unfolded inside of a house that my family and I resided in from 1970 - 1980. The three-bedroom ranch-style home was located in Glen Burnie, Maryland in a community called Harundale. The houses in that area were built in the 1940s and were used for military housing. The house sat at the bottom of a downhill cul-de-sac and had a very long and deep ravine behind it. My sister Patti and I recalled the house being very eerie at first glance.
The house was semi-dilapidated and had an ominous look and feel about it. A rundown old shed that stood in the backyard was quite foreboding in its own right. All of the windows were broken, and the structure was totally rotted out. It had a heavy, musty smell, and my mother absolutely hated it. Entering the house from the front door, would place you in the living room, which featured a six foot by six-foot plate-glass window to the left. In between the living room and the dining room, was a built-in bookcase that served as a room divider. Right off the dining room was a small kitchen. Dad knocked out the closet wall at the beginning of the hallway and converted it into a bar. The hallway also had an eerie feel about it, and the walls were lined with dark brown paneling.
There was a hard tile floor going down the hallway that led to the bathroom and bedrooms. I shared the first bedroom on the right with my younger brother Bobby. My bed was closest to the door and Bobby's was next to the window. My parent's room was the next one down, and Patti's room was across the hall. Her room was the scene of many paranormal occurrences and looking back on the entire experience, I have come to believe it was the main portal for the entities. It was always so cold in that room, even in the blazing hot summer months. Her room was also the room where the door would open and slam for many repetitions at a time. The first paranormal incident occurred the day after we moved into the house. Dad had taken us to visit Pop and Mom-Mom Bean, to get us away from our mother while she unpacked and organized our belongings. Mom was unpacking boxes in the living room, when a strange feeling came over her.
A sudden chill invaded the living room, even though it was summer. She felt like someone was in the room with her. She thought maybe Dad came back and was trying to sneak up on her and scare her. She quickly spun around expecting to see him, but shockingly, no one was there. Although unnerved and startled, she composed herself enough to continue unpacking. Then moments later, she became downright terrified when Patti's bedroom door slammed shut by itself. That forced Mom to abandon what she was doing and go outside until we returned. Though Dad made fun of what my mother told him, he knew that something had taken place because mom was really shaken up by it. He wanted to move past it because he had his own list of things that needed to be done as well. First on the list was tearing down the old shed in the backyard. The decaying structure didn't give him much resistance as he busted it apart piece by piece. With the shed laying in pieces, he loaded it onto his truck and made several trips to the local landfill.
Next on his list was to put up a large above ground pool. He found a perfect spot on the back side of the house, just outside Patti’s room, "The Back Bedroom." He spent the entire day digging and leveling the base for the pool. The sun was scorching hot, but he was relentless in his efforts to get the pool set up. The next day he installed the liner and the white railing cap. My father was a perfectionist, due to his apprenticeship under Pop Bean. He was extremely meticulous about his work. He began his inspection, making sure the pool was erected properly and ready to withstand the gallons and gallons of water it would take to fill it up. As the evening came, Dad put the garden hose in the empty pool and let it fill up overnight. My parents rose early the next morning, with eager anticipation of us having our first family pool party.
During the night, a portion of the pool had collapsed, and many gallons of water had spilled out into the yard, completely flooding it. After turning the water off, a quick inspection revealed that the pool was, bizarrely enough, pushed in from the outside. The rail cap was bent in with such force that it should have made a tremendous noise when it happened. Strangely, not one of us had heard anything during the night. Dad had fenced in the entire yard, separating the backyard from the large ravine behind it. I heard many stories that a lot of history existed in that ravine and on the grounds of Harundale. The history stems from Native American tribes frequenting the area, and also to nearby Saunders rifle range where the militia trained regularly.
The deep ravine stretched a few miles long, and if you advanced farther south in the ravine, it would bring you to a very different looking area. The brush and grass seemed to disappear, replaced by mass quantities of heavy red clay everywhere. It definitely had the look and impression of an Indian burial ground. There weren’t many trees there, and the red clay banks jutted out to cliffs in some areas. There were also rumors of satanic worship taking place down in the ravine. One day, while in the ravine, I found what looked to be an altar and animal bones scattered around it. In the middle of the night 1970 my parents were awakened by sounds coming from the attic. It sounded as if someone was walking or pacing up there. The attic in that house was very small and nearly impossible for a person to walk around in. Mom said, "Bill, do you hear that?” Dad replied, "Maybe it's mice.”
They continued to listen intently for several more minutes. Then another sound began. It was the sound of the rocking chair in the living room. It had started rocking back and forth on its own. Several seconds passed when they began to hear footsteps coming down the hard-tile hallway. It sounded like boots or hard-soled shoes hitting the floor with each step. The sounds reverberated off of the paneled walls. The steps were advancing down the hallway and heading toward their bedroom. Dad jumped out of bed shouting, "That's it!" He was ready to confront the intruder. He ran into the dark hallway, ready for a fight, and much to his chagrin he found no one there.
Patti's Attack 1970:
Patti was thirteen years of age when we moved in, and she never liked being in her room alone. She always felt like she was being watched and followed, as if something seemed to be right there with her, just outside of her touch and sight. Her first physical encounter with an entity happened in August 1970. It was late into the night, and she was asleep in her bed. Something woke her, yet she didn't see anyone or anything there. She certainly felt a presence there with her and she became very frightened. She was attempting to get out of bed to get my parents, when an invisible entity grabbed her leg. She let out a scream that woke my parents, and they came rushing into the room to find her curled up in a fetal position. She said that as she was getting up, something grabbed her leg and she screamed. My parents did see red marks on her leg and Patti never again felt comfortable in that room or the house. She ran away from home in 1973 and married a young man in the neighborhood.
My Attacks began in January 1971:
(I was physically attacked by demonic entities between ages 5 and 12, suffering off-the-chart trauma)
Similar to my sister's experience, I was asleep in my bed when I was awakened by something. Though I felt a presence in the room, I couldn't see anyone. As the fear began to crawl over me, I tried to get out of bed to go and wake my parents. Suddenly a tremendous force grabbed me by my shoulders, pinning me to the bed. I was flat on my back, totally panicked and couldn't move any part of my body except for my eyes. I tried to scream out for my parents, but my mouth wouldn't work. I felt like I was on a carousel at a carnival going around in slow motion. I was so terrified by what was happening to me. Then I heard a tremendous buzzing in my ears as if I had been at a loud concert.
Suddenly, as I lay helplessly pinned to the bed, a circular ring of red neon-like light came down out of the ceiling and stopped just above my face. It was very hot and I interpreted it as a "ring of fire." It rotated once around my face counterclockwise and then went back up through the ceiling. Then I saw an eerie mist take form and it was descending from the ceiling. Some people refer to this substance as ectoplasm. To my amazement, materializing and emerging out of the mist was a beautiful angelic looking lady, and she was hovering at the foot of my bed. Upon seeing her, I felt an overwhelming rush of peace, love, and compassion from her. She had long blonde hair and a glowing white gown. Upon seeing her I noticed that the horrible things that were happening to me had stopped. She was smiling and gazing at me, and I began to calm down. I felt so comforted and protected by her. She remained there for several minutes until I calmed down, and then she turned to her left and floated up through the ceiling.
1973: Dad started going to bars after work and staying out most of the night, only to return home in a drunken stupor. The arguments between him and my mother were intensifying, and he began to stay out all night at times. (Dad finally confided in Mom-Mom Harvey, telling her that he too was seeing apparitions in the house. He described the "Angelic Lady," but also described a sinister entity that wore a black suit. The evil manifestation was tall, with chalky white skin, black hair with a black beard, black suit and even the eyes were black as coal. Dad told Mom Harvey about an encounter with the entity when he was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. Just as he'd finished brushing, he grabbed the glass that was on the sink to rinse out his mouth. He looked into the mirror to see the entity standing behind him, which caused him to drop the glass on the floor, breaking into many pieces.
He quickly spun around to see nothing there. I have no doubt that he was under spiritual attack and this led him to escape reality by immersing himself into alcohol abuse. In no way am I trying to make excuses for my father's bad behavior and terrible choices. However, I do know that when we make a bad choice, the devil will aid, abet and intensify the situation. The more he drank, the more his life was spiraling downward and out of control. He began physically abusing my mother on a regular basis from 1973-1975, nearly killing her on several occasions. I strongly feel that he was taken over by the demonic entities while under the influence of alcohol. My brother and I saw a tremendous amount of bloodshed in that house. I can recall at age eight, having to run to a neighbor's house to get the police called on my dad because he was beating my mother so badly.
In 2018, my brother told me a story that I was not aware of. It took place in the house in 1975 before my dad left us. I was staying at my grandmothers for the night, and Bobby remembered my dad coming home in a drunken stupor. As my father entered the home, an invisible force grabbed him by the throat and threw him through the wooden closet doors. This was the closet located at the front door entryway. Bobby witnessed it and could not talk about it for all of those years until he could. He holds everything in and does not like to talk about what happened back then, so for him to tell me this was incredible to say the least.
Near Fatal Accident 1974:
I recall a near fatal incident on a warm summer morning in 1974. Pop Earl (Mom's stepfather) stopped by our house every morning to deliver bread and other items from the bakery to our family. After a short visit with us, Dad and I walked him out to his car. After a brief conversation with Dad and a wave goodbye, Pop Earl started up his 1973 Chevy Impala and was preparing to put the vehicle in reverse to back up the street. Dad gave a couple pats on the hood as a farewell, and we were standing directly in front of the car waiting for him to back up. As we started to move, Pop Earl put the car in reverse, but instead it surged forward.
Dad swiftly grabbed me out of its path, and it just missed us by inches. The car then plowed through the fence next door, and through a block wall adjacent to the house that served as a barbeque area. Pop Earl was not injured, but he was really shaken up. He kept saying to Dad, "I don't know what the hell happened Bill. I put the car in reverse, and it went into drive. When I hit the gas, something was mashing my foot down on the pedal and I couldn't stop it." He continued to shake his head in disbelief and said again, "I just couldn't stop it. Thank GOD Billy and you are alright.
How in the hell did that happen?
Mom's torment 1975:
My Dad had left us in 1975 and relocated to Florida. After his departure my mother came under regular physical attack from the demonic entities. She was also in very bad health almost the entire time that we lived there. She had developed high blood pressure which led to strokes and eventually kidney failure. Unfortunately, when Dad left us, he left us broke. He'd spent all of his money in the bars, and his contracting business went bankrupt as a result. He became involved with members of organized crime and was wanted by the police. My mother, who was too ill to work, had to go on welfare. She was so humiliated by this, and it added even more stress to the situation. (Mom Mom Harvey would help my mother financially many times over the years.) (I had a burning hatred towards my dad during this time and I'm so thankful that I was able to forgive him before his untimely death in 1987. He was shot to death in Choctaw Beach, Florida at age 48.)
My family, friends and I recall seeing five different entities over the years while living there. I believe one to have been an angel and the others to have been demonic entities. I recall foul odors similar to rotted meat, rotten eggs, along with Sulphur smells manifesting out of nowhere. Tapping and rapping sounds were coming from the walls, doors opened and slammed shut by themselves. My sister's bedroom door would open and shut for many repetitions at a time. Water faucets turned on with such force that it would saturate areas in the kitchen and bathroom. The TV would turn on by itself, and something would effortlessly turn the heavy channel dial. Cabinet doors would open and shut by themselves, walking could be heard in the small attic above us, and footsteps in the hallway were heard often as well.
The rocking chair would rock by itself and a planter rope in the wooden room divider would often swing from side to side, as if someone had pushed on it. Mom and I began hearing chanting in the hallway late at night, along with muffled voices and giggling in the daytime. Sometimes it seemed as though the muffled chanting were coming from inside the walls. We were also physically attacked, as were some of our pets over the years. Also, each and every one of us suffered a form of demonic oppression while living there. Each day after getting us off to school, her routine was to make all of the beds and then straighten up the house.
There were several incidents of her returning to the bedrooms to find that the bed clothes had been torn back off of the beds. The bathroom and kitchen faucets would turn on by themselves with such force that it would saturate the rugs with overflowing water. In the mornings mom would sit at the dining room table to drink a cup of tea. She was seeking peace and solitude through this daily ritual, but many days her peace was shattered by Patti's bedroom door opening and slamming shut several times. At times Mom was pushed over her emotional edge and would end up shouting something like, "Stop it, you bastards, leave my family alone.” She was always exhausted from lack of sleep, along with the heavy stress she was under. She'd try to take a nap in the afternoons on the aged green sofa in the living room, and on several occasions the couch would violently shake and actually levitated off the floor with her on it. The sofa would slam back down on the floor, and she'd jump off of it and run out of the house. She would go to a neighbor's house until we got home from school.
1976 Window shattering:
My brother Bobby was not feeling well and stayed home from school that day. He was lying down in our bedroom, and Mom was ironing clothes in her bedroom when suddenly, the bathroom sink faucet turned on by itself and water was spraying out of the sink. They both headed for the bathroom to turn it off and they were startled by the sound of glass shattering. They swiftly moved up the hallway, in the direction of the commotion to find that the glass storm door in the back of the house had been completely shattered. Mom was stunned by this, and even more stunned when she realized that the glass had been blown out from the inside. Glass was everywhere, with most of it settling on the back step. While still standing there still in stunned disbelief, Patti's bedroom door began opening and shutting furiously. Mom felt like she was going to have a breakdown as she shouted, "Stop it, you bastards. Leave us alone! GOD, make it stop!”
(It seemed that every time she would get to the breaking point and shout at the entities, the activity would temporarily stop.)
Attack from the man in the black suit:
Late one night Mom was awakened by the presence of the evil "Man in the black suit" entity. He was standing in the doorway of her bedroom glaring at her. The sinister entity quickly advanced toward her and began choking her. She could feel the ice-cold hands and fingers of the demon, as they wrapped tightly around her throat. She thought for certain that she would die that night, at the hands of that thing from hell. Then as quickly as it had begun, the demonic entity simply vanished. Mom jumped out of bed gasping for air and was staggering up the hallway into the kitchen. She needed water to ease the trauma that had just taken place to her throat. As she opened the cabinet door, an unseen force shot a glass out from inside of the cabinet, striking her directly into her face, causing a large gash above her right eye. She was knocked unconscious and had to be taken to the emergency room for stitches. She had suffered a concussion as well.
Mom's stroke and Mom Mom Harvey's attack:
My mother had suffered a mild stroke in 1976, and it happened as she was serving dinner to my brother and me. She looked pale and was sweating and was dazed to the point that she called me Bobby. I knew that something really bad was happening to her. I called my sister and she came over and got her to the hospital right away. Mom Mom Harvey came to stay and took care of us while Mom was in the hospital. She also took care of Mom when she came home from the hospital. Then one day during her stay with us, my grandmother would become the next victim to the dark force. I recall Mom being in bed and my aunt Joyce (mom's sister) was in the bedroom with her. I was in the living room with my grandmother at the time. I was sitting on the sofa, and she was seated in the rocking chair to my right. The room was dimly lit and quiet. We were just sitting there, silently collecting our thoughts when the chair Mom Mom was sitting in started violently shaking.
She was thrown backwards in the chair, and I will never forget the look on her face. She had the look of being absolutely terrified, and she looked so helpless against this invisible attacker. I jumped up to help her, but I couldn't get her out of the chair. It appeared that she was being held, choked and or suffocated by the entity. Now in a panic myself, I shouted out for my Aunt Joyce, and she came running up the hallway to help. Aunt Joyce and I grabbed Mom Mom, pulling on her with all of our might, finally freeing her from the clutches of the entity in the chair. We got her outside and Joyce wanted to take her to the hospital. Mom Mom was gasping for air, trying to catch her breath and from that moment on, realized the severity of what we were going through (especially my mother) on a regular basis. Aunt Joyce cautiously went back inside, got my mother and we all went to her house for the night.
1978 Mom had a new man in her life:
Richard Tyson was very much like my father. He was a rugged 'man's man.' He was a former boxer and was not afraid of anyone or anything. He loved my mother very much, and he too suffered quite a bit while being there with us. Richard once told me that his impressions of the house were very negative from the very first time he saw it. He said, "I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew something wasn't right about that house. I never believed in ghosts or that kind of stuff, but that house gave me the creeps right from the start." Having Richard there with her made Mom feel more safe and secure than she'd felt since Dad left.
But not even the presence of Richard would be enough to stop the next attack. He recalled an encounter one night as they laid in bed asleep. They both seemed to wake up at the same time. It was dark in the room and very chilly too. As Richard gradually became more awake and alert, he began to scan the room, and a terrifying sight caught his eye. By now, Mom was seeing what Richard was seeing too. They both became frozen with fear as a large black hooded figure with glowing red eyes was standing at the foot of the bed. He tried to get up and suddenly, they were both helplessly pinned to the bed flat on their backs by the entity. Richard was a strong man, and he desperately tried to break free, but to no avail. This was the strongest force he'd ever been up against, and he was clearly no match for it. The next thing that happened was the bed sheet and covers were ripped off of them. (Even the mattress sheet they were laying on, was ripped out from under them) It was a vulgar display of power, demonstrating how easy it was to render all of us powerless against them. The hooded entity suddenly vanished and the incident ended as quickly as it began. Richard was panic-stricken and vowed never to come back to the house again. It was only his love for my mother that kept him coming back.
Red Orb incident, June 1979:
Mom, Richard, Bobby, our little dog Fuzzy and I were all together in the living room watching television. It was early evening at approximately 8pm. Things were unusually calm in the house, as no paranormal activity of any kind seemed to be present. It was a very hot and humid night, and Mom had the window air conditioner on. All of the windows were closed, and the air conditioner was located in the dining room. We were enjoying some real family time for a change, and it was rare to have that. However, something sinister would quickly change our night. We gradually began noticing a foul odor in the room, and the air seemed to have gotten thicker, like a heaviness around us. Suddenly, Fuzzy jumped up and headed toward the 6x6 plate glass window. He was barking and growling at something we couldn't see. The feeling of fear, dread and anticipation of something bad getting ready to happen came over us. Like Fuzzy, we were locked onto that plate glass window looking for any sign of disturbance.
Then, a tremendous force of energy in the form of a small red orb came hurtling through the window, ripping down the draperies and the two heavy curtain rods that were bolted into the wall. Despite the damage to the drapes, rod and brackets, the glass was not broken at all. Fuzzy never took his eyes off of it, (nor did we) watching it go down the hallway and disappear into the closet at the end of the hallway.
(A Catholic Priest that was involved with us, and was a frequent visitor to our home over the last 16 months that we lived there)
The beginning of my Faith:
In July 1979 I had a visit in Florida with my uncle Clifford Bean. This discussion would change my life and help to shape me into who I am today. My uncle was and is still a devout Christian. During this discussion he shared with me that if we have strong faith, then we can take power and authority over demonic forces, binding and casting them out in Jesus name. He was doing all of the talking, with me nodding my head once in a while. I was taking in everything that he was saying to me and for once in my life, I felt empowered.
"Son, this is not a game. This is spiritual warfare, and the greatest weapon you have is your faith in GOD. I know how young you are, but you are older than your age. You have a maturity that makes you seem older than thirteen. If you feel like this is too much for you, then forget everything I just said to you." I replied, "No sir, I have faith in GOD, and I'm ready for this." Little did I know that GOD was preparing me for battle once I returned home.
The Disappearance of Fuzzy:
It was now the Fourth of July 1979. Richard was taking Mom to a fireworks show in downtown Baltimore at the Inner Harbor. Aunt Joyce met them at the house and went along with them. Mom left Fuzzy in the fenced-in backyard along with Aunt Joyce's dog, a Keeshond named "Shaner." He was a beautiful dog with the look of a Husky breed and was much bigger than Fuzzy.
The yard was completely fenced in, and the fence was four feet high. The two dogs had always gotten along well and played together many times. Fuzzy had never gotten out of the yard, and he was far too small to jump the fence. After returning, they noticed that all of the lights were out in the house (even the porchlight that was on when they left). Aunt Joyce just wanted to get her dog and leave. She knew that just about anything was possible in that house and wanted no part of it. As they entered, Mom turned the lights back on and everything seemed alright. Aunt Joyce headed right for the back door to call for Shaner. She called for him, but he didn't respond.
She turned the back porch light on, stepping out into the dimly lit backyard to find her dog curled up near the pool. He was trembling and seemed very frightened by something. Mom and Richard had now joined her to see the traumatized dog. As they were attempting to comfort Shaner, Mom said, "Hey, where's Fuzzy?" There was no trace of the dog anywhere in our yard.
A feeling of panic came over mom, and she sensed the urgency to find Fuzzy right away. They went out and searched all around the area and Fuzzy was nowhere to be found. They continued the search late into the night and Mom and Richard decided to come back to the house and try to sleep for a few hours. The plan was to resume the search for our beloved little dog at daybreak.
Sinister attack on Mom & Richard:
As the bright morning sunshine crept through the dark bedroom, Richard woke up first. He turned to his left and when he looked over at Mom, the sight around her filled him with horror! "What the hell! Pat, Pat, get up!"
She jumped up saying, "What’s wrong?"
As they lay sleeping in the bed, something had placed hunks of curly black hair around her. The hair was placed around her upper body in a semicircle. They discovered hair under the bed covers, and a trail of it leading from the bed into the hallway. Thick hunks of black hair were in the bathroom and kitchen sinks as well.
Mom shouted out, "GOD, what have I done to deserve this? (she then began shouting at the entities) You lousy, rotten, evil bastards! All I want is to live here with my family, but you won't let us live in peace.” It was assumed that the curly black hair was in fact the hair from our beloved little poodle. Fuzzy was gone and we never saw him again.
Ouija board & Seance:
Mom had a friend that recommended a seance. Mom was not particularly happy about having a séance, but she was hoping that contact would be made with our tormentors to find out what they wanted, and why they were out to harm us. The day and time were scheduled and on a very hot and humid evening in early July, Mom's friend (Medium)arrived for the ceremony. Richard was also present, and he was very apprehensive about the whole thing. He absolutely hated spending time in that house and didn't want to do anything that could make things even worse.
After a few minutes of pleasantries and small talk, the Medium requested the lights be turned off. She then lit several candles she brought with her and instructed Mom and Richard to sit around a Ouija Board in a circle. Before she began, she gave a brief description about the board, saying its origins are from Baltimore in the late 1800s. She also told them that they would have to be very careful with using this board, because different entities could travel through it. Then with candles and incense burning, the medium instructed Mom and Richard to place their fingers lightly on the planchette. She called out to the entities saying, "I'm speaking to the spirits in this house. Please make yourselves known." In response, a loud rap on one of the living room walls was heard by them.
Then the planchette began to move. She said to Mom and Richard, "Now it's time to ask your questions." The first question they asked was, "What is your name?" The planchette began to move once again spelling out the words
“THERE ARE FOUR HERE!” The planchette began moving once again spelling out “JOIN US OR DIE!”
As the last letter appeared through the planchette window, a gust of wind came from nowhere and blew out all of the candles. Richard got up and quickly turned the lights back on and said, "That's it. I can't take any more of this." The Medium was unnerved as well saying, "These spirits are evil. I'm sorry, Pat, but I have to leave now. I can't stay here any longer. I'll pray for all of you.
(This type of invocation ceremony will actually invite and empower evil spirits. The devil and demons will have legal right to be there because the person freely chose to invoke and invite them in.)
Painting of Patti comes to life:
There was a large painting of my sister that my parents hung on the wall in 1970. Patti was only three years old when it was painted, and it depicted her as a beautiful little girl in a white dress. She looked like a little angel, with her curly locks and bright smile. However, Mom noticed one day that it had been drastically altered. The painting seemed to have come to life and the eyes not only looked evil but seemed to be staring right back at you. The mouth had a demonic look as well, with a down-turned, evil sneer. Mom took the painting down and put it in her bedroom closet.
My first battle against demonic forces:
My brother and I had returned from our visit to Florida and Mom had informed us about the disappearance of Fuzzy. I recall being devastated by it, but anger came over me that was more intense than ever before. After getting home, Mom, Richard and Mom Mom were waiting for Aunt Joyce and her boyfriend to come over. Mom wanted to show them how the painting of Patti had been altered. Shortly after their arrival my mother went down the hall and into her bedroom to get the painting. We suddenly heard a loud crash, and we all went running down the hallway to find Mom on the floor. She had been picked up by the back of her neck by an invisible entity and thrown through the air, landing onto her make-up table, crashing to the floor.
Mom was pale white and trembling. Glass was broken from the mirror, along with several perfume bottles that were on her make-up table. She had a small cut on her forehead and bright red marks around the back of her neck. Richard and I gently helped her to her feet, and she was wobbly and disoriented. She was nearly knocked unconscious, and it took several seconds before she was fully alert. I saw a large bruise forming on her right arm as she continued to tell us what happened.
The thoughts of Fuzzy, along with the incident that had just taken place, were all too much for me and I finally snapped. When a person is pushed to the limit, they come out fighting, and that's exactly what I did. Never mind the fact that I was thirteen at the time and had been a victim for most of my life up to that point. Uncle Cliff's words and instructions were coming back into my mind. I grabbed a Bible, and I also grabbed one of the jars of holy water that the priest left for us.
All hell was about to break loose!
I stood alone in the gloomy living room while I yelled out, "I'm calling out the demons in this house. Show yourselves!" The five adults became frozen with fear, and none of them said a word. I had an anger and ferocity that I never had before, and I was ready for those bastards to show themselves. I yelled out again, "In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to show yourselves!" It was eerily quiet for a few moments, but the battle began with a loud blow on the wall behind the bar. It was the loudest one we had heard so far, and I had no doubt that things were going to quickly escalate.
I also noticed that the temperature in the living room had dropped significantly. It was silent for a few minutes until Patti's bedroom door began to open and shut repeatedly. I headed for the hallway and down to where the activity was occurring. The adults cautiously followed behind me, and the slamming door stopped as I approached. I yelled out again, "I command you to show yourself in the name of Jesus.” I threw the holy water at the door. Then I entered the cold bedroom and repeated my commands. I went into every room saying the same thing, throwing the Holy water, as the adults silently followed behind me. As we advanced up the hallway into the living room, all of the bedroom doors slammed shut and the house started shaking like an earthquake. Objects, memorabilia, photos, paintings fell off the walls while a foul stench filled the house.
I was not going to be denied in my efforts to battle these evil entities as I forcefully shouted out, "Show yourselves, foul demons. I command it in Jesus’ name. SHOW YOURSELVES!" All of this was like a scene from a Hollywood horror film, only this was happening for real. While standing in the living room, I shouted one last time for the demons to show themselves.
Then they began to appear in greenish beams of light, just a few feet in front of me. Four entities appeared in those eerie green beams, including the sinister looking “Undertaker,” another male looking red-haired entity, the black hooded figure with the red eyes, and a female entity, who had the look of a witch. She had long, straight, dark hair with sharp facial features and a long black gown.
We saw them clearly for several seconds before they dematerialized. It was not a quick vanishing this time, but a slower pace, more of a dissipating. Everyone was in total shock at what had just taken place. I must admit that actually seeing them manifest together for the first time unnerved me. I was shaking, the adrenaline was no longer pumping and I felt really drained. After they dematerialized, things calmed down in the house. We then left and went to Richard's house for the night.
The Dallas Kopp Attack:
My friend, 17-year-old Bruce would have his views about the paranormal forever changed the first time that he came to the house. Bruce, his sister Donna and a few of their friends all worked together at a nearby fast-food place located in front of the Harundale Mall. I visited them there quite a bit when they were working, and one day Bruce was telling everyone, "Bill claims to have a haunted house. "Donna asked, "Is that true, Billy?" My reply was "Yeah, it's true."
Bruce said, "I don't believe in that stuff. It's all in your head." I looked at him squarely in the eyes and said, "Why don't you come and see it for yourself?"
Bruce angrily replied, "All right, I'm going to come down there and prove to you that there is no such thing as ghosts." I asked him, "When?" His agitated response was, "I get off at ten o’clock, and I'm coming down there to prove my point."
Donna and two other co-workers asked if they could come along and I said yes. Mom was staying at Richard's house for the weekend, and Bobby was staying at Mom-Mom's.
I went back to the restaurant to meet them when they got off work. We arrived at the house around 10:30 PM. Three of the four were laughing and joking about the house, but not Donna. She could feel the evil as soon as she looked at the house. She knew that I was telling the truth about our experiences there.
We entered and nothing seemed out of place. The four of them sat on the sofa, while I dared to sit in the rocking chair. Everyone was quiet, waiting for something to happen. They wanted entertainment, and I wanted to prove that I was telling the truth. About thirty minutes passed and nothing happened. No noises, manifestations, or any of the numerous activities the entities had become infamous for.
The two others present were named John and Dallas. They not only worked with Bruce, but they were very good friends with Donna and him. Finally, John jumped up and said, "This is a bunch of bullshit. Bruce, you let him con us into coming down here. "Dallas yelled, "Hey ghosts, come out and play."
As if on cue, the activity began right after Dallas' remark. Loud tapping noises began on the walls as if someone was flicking their finger against the paneling. Loud raps were also heard, like someone taking their fist and pounding the wall. It suddenly got extremely cold in the house, and the looks on their faces were drastically changing into sheer terror. The back bedroom door slammed shut, and the cabinets and refrigerator doors opened.
John gathered his composure for one final attempt to rationalize all of this. He said, "Alright Bean, who else is here? You have someone else here to scare us, don't you? Is someone in the kitchen? There's somebody in the bedroom too isn't there?” I shouted at him, "No!"
He decided to go into the kitchen to confront the supposed participant in this perceived charade he believed that I concocted. John suddenly got a sinking feeling in his stomach as he entered the kitchen and of course found no one there. All of the cabinets were gaping open as well as the refrigerator door. But no one was in there that could have opened them. He was now becoming unnerved as he gently and methodically closed all of the doors. He turned then to walk out of the kitchen, and as he did all of the doors opened again.
He raced for the sofa, white as a sheet, joining the others. These curious, once skeptical young people were now getting a small dose of what my family had been enduring for ten years. Bruce looked over at me and said," I'm really sorry that I didn't believe you."
I replied, “That’s alright Bruce, but you haven't seen anything yet."
The four apprehensive kids decided they had seen enough and were ready to leave, but Donna had to use the bathroom first. So the five of us joined hands in a chain to escort her down the hallway to the bathroom. Dallas was leading the way and had just stepped into the hallway when he was suddenly stopped in his tracks. An unseen force grabbed him by his throat and lifted him from the floor. He was pinned to the wall, very much like I'd been pinned to my bed so many times, and just as Mom and Richard were as well. I will never forget the look of sheer terror on his face as this was happening to him.
Bruce was grabbing at him, trying to pull him down, but the evil force holding him was much too strong. His feet were a good six inches off of the floor. I'm certain that he was regretting ever challenging the entities to "come out and play" as he said it. Finally, after what must have seemed like an eternity, Dallas was released from the entity's grip and dropped to the floor in a crumpled heap. He was semi-coherent, sweating profusely, and shaking very badly. He was gasping for air as we grabbed him and helped him to his feet.
We all ran for the front door and Bruce was the last one out. He looked back towards the dining room and saw the dark hooded entity, with the glowing red eyes glaring at him. Many years later he would tell me, "I've never been so scared, as I was that night in your house."
The last incident occurred in December 1980:
Richard was working overnight at his job and wasn't home yet. Mom slept in our room with us when Richard wasn't there with her. She woke up early that morning to the smell of burning wires. It was a strong, pungent odor that seemed to be all over the house. She woke us up, and we began to search for the source. During our search, we discovered that every electrical appliance in our possession had been burned up. This affected all of the major appliances such as the television, washer, dryer, refrigerator and smaller appliances as well.
Then mom discovered my brother’s pet guinea pig dead in its cage. She began to think that one of us might be the next to die, and that was finally enough to break whatever stronghold the demons seemed to have over her. She called Richard and told him about what had happened, saying to him, "We are ready to come live at your house now."
Less than an hour after his conversation with Mom, Richard arrived with a truck ready to get us out of that GOD forsaken house. We didn't take much with us, only clothes and personal items. All of the furniture and most of the decor was left behind. Sadly, in a little more than 10 months after leaving that house, two tragedies took place.
My grandmother Dora Harvey died on August 3rd, 1981, from a sudden series of heart attacks at age 64. Two months later, my mother Patricia Bean died on October 5, 1981, from a cerebral hemorrhage at 44 years of age. I have no doubt that those evil forces assigned to us, played a role in their sudden and tragic deaths. Both of their passings left a void in my life that cannot be explained in words. I was so devastated that I had actually became numb to everything and began to live my life on the edge.
I had to quit school in the 8th grade and go to work. I started out washing dishes at the Maryland Yacht club and then took a job as a construction laborer for A construction company. It was brutally tough work, as I was a skinny young boy, who was working among some very tough and hardcore men. It eventually made me a very tough and very powerful young man as well.
I was paying $40.00 a week room and board to Pop Earl, and I began drinking, using drugs and growing up on the streets. I hung out with some of the worst people and most of them are either dead or in prison. I could have very easily ended up that way as well. I'm so thankful that I turned to GOD instead and allowed HIM to transform my life.
Meanwhile, I was still in so much pain from the loss of my mom and grandmother that I was actually seeking death. I couldn't get close to anyone, and I couldn't open up and express my grief, my pain or my suffering. It was only by the power, love, favor, grace and mercy of GOD that I made it through all of it. Through my faith and my commitment to GOD, the great void in my life was filled, and I can never thank HIM enough.
I still miss them, along with all of the other family members that have passed. You never really get over it, but GOD can ease our pain with blessed assurance that we will see and be with our lost loved ones in HIS Heavenly Kingdom when our time comes to leave the Earth.
I currently travel all over America, helping people to become free from a variety of issues. Whether it be grief, depression, suicidal thoughts or attempts, relationship problems, anger and emotional issues, trauma issues, curses, drug, alcohol and porn addictions, demonic attachment and demonic oppression to demonic possession. I have encountered all of it and then some.
This has been quite a journey to say the least, and It's the greatest thing when you know what your purpose in life is. During my travels, I have helped many high-profile people who live in mansions. Those who live in some of the most exclusive and up-scale communities in the United States.
I have been to the homes of many of the middle class as well, and I have also helped people who live in some of the worst places imaginable. Places that most would avoid at all costs. I have stated many times that by the power of GOD, I go into places that most people would run out of. Again, it's not my power, it's the power of GOD that is working through me. I have been in many life-threatening situations, including several since I became a spiritual warrior. However, GOD Is always there, and HE has protected me from harm each and every time throughout my entire life.