On April 9, 1985, Janet Smurl was helping her daughter Heather prepare for her confirmation when a ceiling light suddenly came crashing down. It had been secured to a beam with chains and hooks, yet somehow came loose and crashed into the kitchen table, narrowly missing the family. The Smurls lived in a duplex on … Read more
A fine white powder was falling through the air, but it wasn’t coming from the ceiling. Phillip Pritchard and his grandmother watched it settle over the furniture, unable to work out where it was coming from. Soon, water was appearing on the kitchen floor. Every time someone mopped it up, more seemed to arrive. It … Read more
The first rocks came flying out of the darkness while everyone was sitting outside. Someone was obviously throwing them, so the people at the house shouted into the yard and told whoever was doing it to come out. Nobody answered. They searched around the property but couldn’t find anyone, so they finally went back inside. … Read more
Alvin Laubheim had finally had enough of the broken glasses. On January 12, 1967, he took his two shipping clerks into the warehouse and carefully showed them how to stack the merchandise. He placed drinking glasses at least eight inches from the edge of a shelf, far enough back that they couldn’t simply slide off. … Read more
On February 2, 1834, Major Edward Moor returned from church to his home in Great Bealings, Suffolk, and heard an odd report from his servants.
Allen and Deborah Tallman were raising three children in a modest ranch house in Horicon, Wisconsin. The home sat in a relatively new subdivision, with none of the crumbling staircases, forgotten attics or century-old legends usually attached to a haunting.
In December 1716, the Wesley family’s rectory in Epworth began making sounds that did not belong to the house. A maid first heard deep groans outside the dining-room door, followed by knocks that seemed to travel from room to room.
Late in 2005, a young couple living in South Shields, England, began noticing small things around their home that made no sense. Objects appeared where nobody remembered leaving them, noises came from empty rooms, and household items seemed to shift without explanation.
For years, Gerard and Laura Goodin had heard unexplained pounding around their small house on Lindley Street in Bridgeport, Connecticut.
In 1989, Bill and Liz Rich traded town life for an isolated farmhouse beneath the mountains of the Brecon Beacons in Wales. Bill was an artist, Liz was pregnant, and Heol Fanog seemed almost designed for the life they wanted: open countryside, room for animals,…