||Oct 23, 2007
Bill Bean painfully describes in terrifying detail the events that tormented his family. As disturbing as some of the content in Dark Force is, there’s a very powerful message of hope and faith that has affected many readers in a positive way.
"Every now and then a book comes along that you just can’t put down. Dark Force is among those books. I have read many true- life stories, but not since reading Jay Anson’s, Amityville Horror has a story stayed in my mind. Hour after hour and day after day".
The Official Site of Bill Bean
Dark Force is not for children or those who get upset easily. This is a very terrifying, tragic and disturbing story. Dark Force is not just a haunted house story, it's so much more than that. It's a story of a family being divided and conquered by demonic forces. My mother began having strokes in her late thirties. She struggled with high blood pressure which resulted in kidney failure.
The torment from the demonic force inside that house was relentless. It's also a story of a young boy being pushed over the edge by the demons. I challenged them one day in 1979, resulting in an unforgettable experience.
I have many witnesses to corroborate what I've stated in this book, including surviving family members and close friends. My reason for coming forward with this information is to help other experiencers out there who have nobody to turn to.
I truly have witnessed the awesome power of GOD, and the vulgar power of Satan.
This book is dedicated to the loving memory of my parents, William and Patricia Bean.
The story you are about to read is painfully true. It chronicles the details of the nightmarish events that unfolded in a house that my family resided in from 1970-1980.
After talking with my siblings and other surviving family members, I have written this account to the best of our recollections.
This story is not for children or the faint of heart, as the content is very disturbing. I know my story will be very hard for skeptics to accept, maybe even some believers as well. I knew before I set forth to write this book, that I would most likely meet with opposition, disbelief and ridicule. It's hard for me to believe myself that our family endured the hell we did for so long.
Unfortunately, I lived it and I can't imagine anybody just sitting around making up a story of this magnitude. My siblings and I have been forever affected by the events that took place in that house, and we really don't discuss that era of our lives too often.
I think each of us deals with it in our own way. As for me, I've thought about it a lot more through the years, and I still do.
What compelled me to write this book was my belief that there are probably hundreds of people out there who can relate to our family's experiences. Hopefully, not to the degree we did. In any event, most people choose not to discuss it for the obvious reason.
Who would believe you?
Do you carry it around with you all your life?
Some people are a lot stronger emotionally than others. If you are unable to deal with an experience such as this, it can scar you for life.
For those of you who feel this way, I want you to know that there are people like me who can relate and who would be willing to talk with you.
I have spoken with numerous people over the years, and in every case, they all seem to have the same questions.
"Why does this only happen to certain people?"
"Why does it happen at all?"
"How can a person possibly live a normal life when they're going through something they can tell no one about?”
Better yet, would they ever be treated the same if they finally did speak about it?
Even though they'd listen, sometimes seemingly interested, behind you're back they're calling you "Crazy" or "Out there". Then, they seem to find reasons not to be in your company anymore. Most people don't want to risk that.
I'd really like to know the number of people who go to their graves with their experiences because they just can't face the outcome of telling someone.
Furthermore, I'd like to know the actual number of people who have been experiencers of paranormal phenomena over the years.
The house in which we had our experiences was located in Glen Burnie, Maryland. It is situated in a little community called Harundale. It's still there today.
It sits at the bottom of a cul-de-sac that can be seen from the highway above. Every now and then, when I'm in the area, I pass by there and look down to see the same ominous structure that contributed to the destruction of my family.
As I write this, I get chills as I think of the staggering amount of paranormal activity that went on there.
On several occasions I noticed that the house was unoccupied as I rode by over the years. There's no doubt in my mind that the activity was demonic, with the exception of one entity that I believed to be an angel.
Some people who are aware of my story have told me they believe my family must have been cursed, due to all the hardships we had been plagued with over the years.
It's only by the grace of GOD that I'm here to tell this story. Unfortunately, several of my family members are not. Some of them, on both sides, have met tragic and untimely deaths.
I've had spirited discussions with those who will say that evil is nothing more than a creation by man, and that there's no "Devil" with horns and a pitchfork.
I totally disagree with that philosophy. I have seen evil up close and personal, closer than I ever want to again.
I can surely tell you that there really is a "Dark Force" among us that was cast down here by GOD. The mission of the supreme evil one seems to be bent on the destruction of mankind.
I believe that darkness loses its power when exposed to the light, and that JESUS is the light, the truth, and the way.
TNW's Review by Tim Kelly
Every now and then a book comes along that you
just can’t put down. Bill Bean’s (William J. Bean, Jr.)
Dark Force book is one of them. After I finished the
last page, I read his harrowing experiences from start
to finish again.
It is painfully unimaginable what his mother, Patricia Bean, went through
during her struggles with demonic forces, her health issues and
supernatural attacks on her husband, William Bean, that pushed the family
to the brink. During the years from 1970 to 1980, Bill’s family became
splintered with his father driven away and his sister leaving at the age of 16
by finding an exit from the terror she endured at their house. This left only
his mother, his younger brother and himself to endure the physical and
mental attacks the entities had in store for them.
Many of you have probably seen Bill’s story on Discovery’s A Haunting. His
story segment is called “House of the Dead.” I can’t emphasize enough for
one to read his written story as compared to the one on A Haunting.
Dark Force is not a lengthy drawn-out story. It is rather a straight-in-your-
face recollection of his youth being torn apart by demons and what he and
his family encountered. This isn’t a story such as The Amityville Horror
where there is only the family and a local parish priest to verify the story;
rather those from his extended family to friends verified what had happened
in his childhood home outside of Baltimore, MD.
Through the power of faith in God his Uncle Cliff bestowed upon him, he
gained the strength to face the evil at a time when he was just entering his
teenage years. Bill Bean shows his God-fearing strength to call upon the
demons and fight them face-to-face.
I have read numerous true-life and fiction stories with the subject being of
the paranormal, but not since reading Jay Anson’s The Amityville Horror
book or seeing Steven Spielberg’s Poltergeist at the movie theater, has a
story stayed in my mind - hour after hour and day after day.
Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc Twisted Dreams Magazine
In 1970, Bill and his family had their dream come true…they moved to Glen Burnie, Maryland after purchasing a house located in a community called Harundale.
But as for good news…that is about as far as it goes. What the family could not have known…what they could not have imagined, was that the house was already occupied by demonic forces literally hell-bent on ripping them apart.
In Bill’s own words he states, "My family was literally torn apart by an evil force that co-existed among us in that house. The activity began as subtle noises and gradually escalated into violent physical attacks on us by the entities."
Bill makes it no secret that his faith in God is what rescued him from the evil that ripped his once idyllic world to shreds and after facing off the horror one day in 1979 that had engulfed him for so long, the family finally moved…but it was not without a price.
Bill’s mother became very sick while in the house, and began having strokes in her late thirties. Due to high blood pressure she succumbed to kidney failure as well.
What was left of Bill’s family moved in December 1980, resulting in two very sad tragedies that occurred only months after they left.
The passing of Bill’s grandmother Dora A. Harvey on August 3, 1981 left a void in his mother‘s life that she never got over and due to what she‘d already endured, she lost her will to live, and her health rapidly declined. She died on October 5, 1981.
Patricia D. Bean was dead…two months and two days after the passing of her own mother.
It is Bill’s belief that due to the abuse she sustained from the evil entity that swallowed their family in darkness, greatly contributed to her death and I can tell you…after watching this movie, I believe it too.House of The Dead nor the book Dark Force are for children or for those easily upset.
This book will take everything you think you know about the supernatural and turn it upside down.
If you call yourself a true believe in the paranormal…this is one book and movie in particular that you do not wish to miss…
John de Saram Retired UN Diplomat and International Lawyer
It was my wife - a very discerning and selective reader, so "committed to the truth" that novels are not on her list of "must- reads" - who having read the book by Bill Bean which has just been released said emphatically to me " This is a must- read, I was unable to put it down." A few days later, to my own great surprise, as my own "reading-interests" are even more restrictive than my wife’s , I found myself, as I began to glance through and then begin to seriously read the book, even more engaged by the amazing story that was unfolding. It tells of the extraordinarily vivid, unfortunately violent and unwelcome autobiographical experiences, of a young boy (Bill Bean) in a home in the vicinity of Baltimore in the nineteen-seventies; and, most intriguingly, of his experiences of a realm that lies beyond the living. As we know, the eternal human uncertainty is whether after the decease of our "physical selves", there lies "nothingness" or a continuity in some form, in "after-lives", of some aspects of our selves. A subject since the very beginnings of recorded human history appears to have preoccupied the human race, and lies , of course, at the heart of its great religions. And here is Bill Bean who tells us of his experiences of such "after-life" in startingly first-hand vividly descriptive terms. Of course, the essential preconditions for anyone who makes so bold as to tell us of an "after-life experience" and to be regarded with seriousness, are total honesty and total truthfulness. Yet these are preconditions that Bill Bean, who I know to be one of those few, one of those very few, individuals who cannot but speak the truth - obviously fulfils. And it is the telling of his experiences as a child and through the eyes of a child comes a direct and simple and compelling clarity. To turn to other aspects, I found the manner and flow of Bill Bean’s direct and seemingly simple and unentangled, almost at times Hemingwayesque, prose refreshing - inundated as we are with so much of what passes for good writing these days. And amidst his busy schedule, I hope that Bill Bean will find the time to continue his writings perhaps of semi-autobiographical short stories of the various stages of his life and thus to make contribution to the record of the ups and downs of life of an American family in his time. As a final note, I should add that I had noticed, on the few occasions I had the pleasure of meeting Bill Bean, that he is one of those blessed with a remarkably clear, strong and mellow, and well-articulating, "speaking-voice"; and nd it seemed to me that if he could be persuaded to give radio-listeners some " readings" from his book, I for one would find it very pleasantly absorbing at the end of a day.
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