Kristin Lee - 1699 Belmont Street: A Portal to Hell

1699 Belmont
Street

A Portal to Hell

Kristin Lee

1699 Belmont Street, a Portal to Hell
Copyright 2011 by Kristin Lee

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

This is the work of nonfiction. Names have been changed. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Critique: Glynis Valenti

ISBN 978-1-4507-7090-3

Dedication

To the next home owners of 1699 Belmont Street: May the Gods bless and protect you and your family.

Special Thanks to:

Bella, John Proctor Hawley, Andra Edgar, Mike & Amanda McCallister, Chea Pugh, Nickolas Kain, James Johnston, and the Crabapple Moon Metaphysics Staff.

Blessings to the families that lost their homes and dreams due to paranormal activity.

Prologue

There is really no good place to start in sharing the details of this story because the beginning, middle and end are far from what a conformed society would consider normal. Some people will call me crazy, but they never encountered demons or paranormal activity. Other people may say it was bad luck, while I have heard others say what a shame it is to believe in something that is not truly real. Heck, if one of my behavioral science associates obtains a copy of this book, I may be passed over for future mental health employment considerations. Maybe my mental health superiors would conclude that I suffer from some sort of mental illness. The bottom line is I am really putting myself out there, and, honestly, it is very uncomfortable for me to tell this story. However, I am well aware that there are families in the world that have gone through what my family and I went through and its with that thought that I shall proceed with the events that led up to this story and every paranormal detail of this story.

After you read this book, take a good look at your home, your partner, children, and family pet and pray to whomever you spiritually believe in that something like this never happens to you, and ask for you and your loved ones protection and safety. Although, non-believers will probably question my sanity or perceive me differently, I know one thing is for sure: ghosts, spirits and demons (whatever you want to call them, depending on the entity) do exist. If you are ever face-to-face with something of the paranormal, you need to seek protection from a higher power. The paranormal teams that investigated the 1699 Belmont Street case would call every part of the investigation evil. In the summer of 2010, a wise Strega told me to, Get out of that portal to hell. I listened to her and thank the gods I did, because whatever dwells inside 1699 Belmont Street tried to claim my life.

Chapter One

Gabriels Horn

The day started like any normal day. My cell phone alarm was going off under my pillow; it was time to get up, shower and get ready to work my nine-to-five job. I unwillingly got up, opened the door to let Bella, my black and white two-year-old pit bull, outside to do her morning run, turned on the coffee pot and started the dryer to have a warm towel ready when I was through with my shower. I got dressed, let Bella back inside and left for work.

The drive to work was always my favorite time of the day. I was able to listen to songs I used to write, like my glory days when I was younger and had absolutely no responsibility. I worked as a director of a program that helped people transition off of government assisted-living and find stable employment. I monitored their working hours and, little by little, helped them regain control of their lives. I loved my job. I would drive from Quincy, Ohio, through Bellaire, Ohio, across the Veterans Memorial Bridge, into downtown Wheeling, West Virginia.

Traveling along the Ohio River every morning, I always enjoyed the suns reflection on the brown muddy water, like golden glitter. I loved the image of glitter and the anticipation I felt before I reached River Road. I felt butterflies in my stomach every time from the excitement of seeing how much of a reflection covered the river. If the surface was completely covered in glitter, it meant that the day was going to be warm and bright. However, if the glitter only covered a little bit, I knew that the day would be cloudy and maybe even rain. That morning it looked bright and golden. There seemed to be no sign of bad weather.

At work I counseled clients all day long; the day was beautiful and bright. During my lunch break, I called home to check in on my son Layne. Everything was fine, a typical day. Vinnie, my sons father, was 6-foot-2, a 150 pound artist and musician. He had long black hair and was of Cherokee descent. Vinnie was a stay-at-home dad who worked in his tattoo studio, a little back room inside our home.

When my work day was over I said goodbye to my co-workers and drove home. Entering my neighborhood, I saw people running all over the roads. Fire trucks were parked outside in front of the firehouse. I wondered what was going on and saw that the creek was quickly filling up with water. I parked the car, ran to the side of the house and up to the porch. Vinnie was in the studio, and Layne was playing on the living room floor with Bella. I told Vinnie to look outside. The water heavily raced out of the creek onto our street.

Vinnie hurried me along and told me to get some things together and leave. He called his parents and family to warn them that we were about to be under water from a flash flood. I packed what I could for Layne and myself into one suitcase. I gathered his blanket and pillow, walker, food and bottles and ran to the car carrying Layne and his things. I backed out of the driveway and started to cross the bridge, but the water was too high. I turned the car around and went back to the house. I helped Layne out of the car to our front porch. Vinnie was putting our household valuables on the tops of tables and couches. I told Vinnie there was no way out because I wasnt able to cross the bridge; the water was too high. Vinnie called on his family to help us find a way out of Quincy.

Vinnie led Layne, Bella and me behind his parents house. An old railroad track was the only way out of Quincy. We had no choice but to cross it to get to safety. Vinnies Uncle Troy drove my car over the railroad tracks as water rushed up through the ties. Vinnie screamed at me to start crossing over the railroad with Layne before it was too late and the railroad track was washed away by the raging flood waters. I was scared to death. Water was coming up very fast through the ties, and I feared that Layne and I would be overpowered and fall into the creek. Uncle Troy got my car to the other side of the creek, motioning feverishly with his hands for me to start crossing over. I rolled up my pants legs and jumped from railroad tie to railroad tie, across the cold and dirty rushing waters with Layne tightly in my arms.

When Uncle Troy made it across, Bella stood behind me shaking. The fearful look on her face confirmed that she was too scared to jump with me. I could not carry both Bella and Layne, so I yelled for Bella to come, but she paced back and forth in fear. I was torn; I turned to Vinnie and screamed, You have to carry Bella. I cant leave Bella. A panic started to enter my body; shock was moments away from taking over my existence. Vinnie grabbed Layne out of my arms and took him to the other side of the railroad. The water was so cold and dirty, piles of debris were floating and getting stuck between each railroad tie. Vinnie said, Let me get you across the bridge and I will go back for Bella. I began crying, endless tears rolled down my cold, red cheeks; the water was up to my waist; Vinnie picked me up and carried me across the ties. Bella was left standing there alone. Vinnie really had no choice, the water was getting deeper and deeper, and we had to leave Bella behind.