My Favorite Case

June 9, 2011 by katrina in Paranormal State
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My favorite case was, hands down, “Pet Cemetery”, which we filmed in season 1.  Before we got to the location I remember sitting in the hotel room with Eilfie telling her “something doesn’t want us there”.  Subjective, but it was a very overwhelming feeling that I couldn’t shake.  That feeling seemed to be shared with everyone on our team (cast and crew) when we arrived on location.  It was a constant feeling of “I shouldn’t be here”.

The case at first didn’t seem to be anything to worry about, we honestly thought there would be nothing going on or that, at best, it was a “mom and pop” haunting.  We were wrong.

The clients went on to explain that their dogs would act “funny” while in the house.  Barking, chasing things that weren’t there, and being anxious about something.  Both of their dogs some how got out of their house, ran into the road and were hit by a car.

Okay, dogs get hit by cars all the time.  The odd thing is, it’s a small road that, at most, ten cars travel on a day.  The odds of both dogs being hit by a car were slim to none.

The client’s had a young daughter who started talking about her “friend” named Deppy-Zo.  When I asked her who Deppy-Zo was she replied, “A dog”.  I asked her, “What does Deppy-Zo say to you?”  Her response was very creepy.  She went from this sweet little girl voice to a raspy male voice and said, “I want to die.  I don’t want to die. I want to die.”  Probably one of the creepiest interviews I’ve ever done. If you ever watch this interview during the show, may face pretty much sums up what I was thinking at the time.

The team stayed over that night, all sleeping in one room upstairs, and although we all felt like something was there, we had no concrete evidence.

Ryan, however, woke up about three hours after we had fallen asleep.  He was hearing laughter and talking.  Thinking it was us, he woke up to ask us to keep it down.  To his surprise we were all fast asleep.

Ryan started hearing noises coming from downstairs.  When he seemed to “corner” the noise it would move to the other side of the house.  Again, he would follow, corner it and again it would move to the opposite side of the house.

During the investigation, we brought in the client’s dog, who refused to go anywhere in the house and was quick to bark when Ryan started to walk up the stairs.  Almost as if warning him.

We started looking through deeds of the house to see if any of the previous owners had experiences.  To our surprise every owner since the 1960s said their dogs started acting crazy while living in the house, some how escaped the home and was hit by a car.

We were stunned, but we still needed more information.

We tracked down a previous neighbor who told us a gruesome tale.  Apparently, during the 60s, there was a single woman who lived alone in the small house.  She had a male friend that visited her quite often.  The neighbor remembered this male friend would always ride his bike down the street to the house in question.

The neighbor also remembered this man had a vicious temper.  According to our witness, this man took a 2×4 with a nail in it and beat her dog with the handmade weapon until the dog died in a bloody mess.

We were floored!

Not only did we find this horrible piece of information to match up with what people were experiencing in the house, but Eilfie found a rather curious rock formation in the back woods.

We started to dig.

About two feet down we found a piece of rope.  Another inch we found a blue tarp.  We all knew that this was something, we all knew something or someone had been buried here and we were about to uncover their grave.

The smell was awful! Most of PRS put on medical masks because it was becoming increasingly hard to breathe.  We pulled up the tarp and set it down.  Already we could see blood start to drip out of the open sides of the tarp.

As we opened the tarp we found a ripped black trash bag and lying in the middle of that trash bag, a dog.  The head looked as though it had been cut off (which was probably just from the deterioration) and although it had started to decay, it still had it’s fur, skin and mussel intact.  This dog could have only been in the ground a few weeks at best.

We checked with the clients, it wasn’t their dog, and they had been living there for the last few years.  So how could this dog have ended up in their backyard, still fresh?

Lorraine Warren came on the case and firmly believed that the buried dog was from some kind of animal ritual.  “How else could something that’s been in the ground that long stay so fresh?” she asked.

I personally am not sure if it was ritualistic, just because it was covered and cared for like it was loved by someone.  However, we never could find who the dog belonged to.

On a side note, Serge and I were sent to a Catholic gift shop to buy some medals to place around the property.  The nearest one we could find was an hour away and it closed in one hour.

Since this was our last day at the location Serge and I hurriedly jumped in our car with the director and a producer.  We must have hit rush hour because we kept getting stuck in traffic.  Serge and I watched as our GPS’s arrival time counted up by the minute.  We thought we were going to miss the gift shop and disappoint our clients.

Somehow we made it there with five minutes to spare.  The man behind the counter was very nice and said he would stay open a few extra minutes if we needed it.  Serge and I picked out multiple medals and religious objects to bring back to our clients, as they were Catholic.

The man behind the counter gave us a total of 60 some dollars.  Serge, with a smile, handed him his credit card.  The man looked at him and said, “I’m sorry, we only accept cash or check”.  We were heartbroken.  We had failed our clients and our team.

Serge asked if there was an ATM anywhere around, the man said yes, but that it was driving distance and he couldn’t keep the shop open.

I guess we both looked pretty pathetic because the man drew in a breath and said, “I’ll tell you what.  You look like an honest kid.  Why don’t you mail me a check when you get home.”


This is stuff Serge and I had only read about in books or watched in movies.  We thanked the man endlessly and told him we were going to head over to the monastery to have the medals blessed, as we had called earlier to tell them we need some objects blessed by a monk.

The man looked at us and said, “You might have missed them already. They all leave at 4:30”


Serge and I were so close, we couldn’t fail now!

We walked into the castle like monastery and immediately a monk appeared, as we started to explain what we needed he told us he had been informed of our call and had waited for us.  He passionately blessed our medals and walked off.

Serge and I were blown away by the kindness we had just been met with.  Coming from New York City and Philadelphia, we rarely saw such generosity.

Unfortunately, everything we did wasn’t enough.  The clients still had problems in their house and ended up moving.  However, they now rent the house out for anyone who wishes to investigate.  I’ve spoken with many investigators who have come out with pictures of shadows, EVPs and some pretty interesting video evidence. Not to mention personal experiences of touching and pushing.

Coincidentally, our director of Paranormal State was freighted so badly by this case that he quit after returning home.

Why is this my favorite case?

This is something PRS would have turned down in a heartbeat.  I hate to say it, but it’s true.  We get thousands of cases and we only respond to the most severe.  The description of this case was anything but.

This case was amazing to be a part of and it reminded me that we should look into every case equally (as much as we can, sometimes time doesn’t give us that privilege) and keep an open mind.  Never assume anything in this field.

The kind men at the monastery was a treat.  It reminded me that kindness from a stranger really does exist.  I’ll never forget those two men.

Overall, this case changed the way I think and the way I approach cases…and strangers.

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