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a Most ghost stories start with something small. A sound
from another room, a step on the stairs when no
one else is there, a door moving when it should
not have moved at all. Most people do what people
always do in moments like that. They reach for an explanation.
The house settled, the pipes were knocking, the mind got
ahead of itself, anything just to keep the moment ordinary
a little longer. And oftentimes that's all it is. A
strange moment, a bad feeling, one uneasy night that passes
and never quite comes back the same way again. But
some stories don't stop there. Sometimes the strange moments start
adding up. Sleep gets interrupted, certain rooms begin to feel wrong,
The air in the place changes little by little, The
normal rhythm of life starts to give way to something else.
On this episode, we're stepping into cases where that change
kept going. What began as a few unsettling events became
something harder to live with. The disturbances grew more aggressive,
the fear got closer, and in some of these accounts,
whatever was happening did not stay at the edge of
people's lives. These are stories of places where the tension
built slowly, then stop being subtle at all, where people
found themselves dealing with something that would not leave them alone,
and where for some of them, the real fear was
no longer whether something was there, it was what it
might do next. Jack and Janet Smurrow were living in
West Pittston, Pennsylvania, raising their family in a duplex that
for years was just simply home. It was full of
the usual movement of family life, children's schedules, meals, work,
voices carrying from one room to the next. Nothing about
it suggested that the place would one day become the
center of one of the most disturbing haunting claims in America.
One of the moments that stayed with the family happened
on April ninth, nineteen eighty five, the night of their daughter,
Heather's confirmation. Janet was in the kitchen with Heather and Shannon,
peeing Heather's robe and helping her get ready. It was
a normal family moment, busy and ordinary, until the ceiling
light fixture suddenly came crashing down. It slammed onto the
table and struck Shannon in the forehead. At first, it
would have been easy to treat it as an accident,
just a fixture giving way in an aging home at
exactly the wrong moment, But the house did not settle
back into normal after that. The family said things began
happening that were harder to brush aside. Doors opened and
closed on their own, lights turned on and off. Sounds
moved through the duplex with no clear source. A foul
smell would appear without warning, thick and rotten in the air,
and then fade again. The house was still the same house,
but it no longer felt the same to the people
living in it. The disturbances just kept building. A noise
would break out somewhere in the duplex, hard enough to
stop whatever was happening in the room. A conversation would
die off, and everyone would listen. Sometimes it sounded like
something heavy had been hit. Sometimes it came from within
the walls, sometimes from another part of the house. And
then it would stop, and the family would wait in
that silence, listening for whether it would come again. And
it did.
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Speaker 2: Always in the same place, not always at the same hour.
It would come from downstairs, or somewhere further back in
the house, or from upstairs, pulling everyone's attention towards it.
Little by little, the rhythm of the home life began
to change. The same rooms were there, the same furniture,
the same routines, But now every ordinary moment carried a
chance of being interrupted by something that made no sense.
Even the family dog was caught up in it. At
one point, the Smirls said the dog suddenly began to
levitate for a moment before it was thrown into a
wall by some unseen force. Jack's experiences were growing darker too.
He described an excruciating bite to his ear one night
that left him in severe pain, and he believed that
it was demonic. He said he was physically and sexually
attacked multiple times in that house. The knights brought other
horrors with them as well, screams in the darkness, pig
like grunting somewhere inside the home, and a horrible stench
that seemed to come from nowhere. At one point, Jack
and Janet even said they saw a hooved half man
charging down the hall. By then, whatever was happening in
the duplex was no longer something the family could push
to the edges of daily life. It was in the
middle of it, in the rooms where they ate, slept, prayed,
and argued, and even tried to hold on to some
sense of normalcy while the pressure of the house kept returning.
They knew they needed to find help. Other people began
coming through the duplex after that, clergy investigators, people standing
in the same rooms where the Smirls had been trying
to eat, sleep, pray and make it through one more day.
The family was still living in the middle of it,
only now there were strangers moving through the house too,
listening for sounds, watching for movement, and trying to understand
what was happening there. Some of the people who came
in believed the family needed more than reassurance. They believed
the duplex needed prayer, It needed cleansing. It needed someone
to stand inside those rooms and confront whatever had taken
hold there. So the house that had already been filled
with fear began filling with something else too, holy water,
prayers spoken aloud, people moving from room to room, with
the sense that the thing the Smurls described was not
just active, but hostile, as those prayers were being spoken,
the Smurls said, the activity did not simply fade away.
Sounds were still being heard in the duplex, and the
sense of strain inside the home did not lift just
because that help had arrived. If anything, there were times
when the effort to confront it seemed to draw the
struggle out even further, stretching it across more days, more nights,
and more exhausted attempts to force some kind of peace
back into the home. Even the silence had changed. Then
it was like holding their breath waiting for the next
terrifying events. There was no dramatic final night that brought
it all to an end. Whatever was in that duplex
had worn them down over time. Exhausted and afraid, the
Smirls knew they were facing something that was not yielding
easily to their blessings, prayers, or desperate attempts to reclaim
some peace inside the home. By then it felt like
a war for their sanity. When the house went quiet
again and the other people were gone, they were still
the ones left there, still the ones lying awake in
those rooms, still the ones listening for the next sound,
or the next movement, the next sign that whatever was
in the duplex had not gone anywhere at all. Each
night brought another opportunity for horror. They lived with the
constant uncertainty that at any moment the nightmare could come
crashing back again. Whatever was happening in that duplex did
not come as one single shock. It came in waves,
returning again and again until ordinary life inside that home
is no longer felt ordinary at all, and the Smirls
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If you're not familiar with the Black Monk of Pontrefract,
you're in for a thrill ride. Let's get to it.
There was nothing about the house itself that should have
prepared anyone for what the Pritchard family said. What happened there.
It wasn't some crumbling abbey or ancient monastery. It was
a modest family home in Pontreffract the kind of place
where people unpacked boxes, settle into routines and expect ordinary
life to take hold. On the surface, it looked like
the last place where a family would find itself living
through one of Britain's most violent haunting claims. Life in
the house began ordinarily enough. The home seemed perfect, but
then something changed. Water began appearing where it should not
have been, an icy chill could be felt in different
parts of the house. Objects seemed to move on their own,
and the strange sounds were heard both day and night.
As the incidents kept returning, it became harder to just
explain them away. Little by little, the house was turning
into something dark and foreboding, much less like a home
and much more like a nightmare. Before long, the fear
in the house seemed to settle around Diane. She was
still just a young girl, but the activity in the
home no longer felt scattered. It felt focused. The sounds,
the movement, the cold patches in the house, all of
it seemed to gather around her life in ways that
made the family feel like they were no longer dwelling
with a series of random events. Whatever was in that
house seemed to know exactly where to make itself felt,
and then the entity started to attack. What had been
moving through the house now seemed to be closing in
on Diane. The fear in the home was no longer
tied only to sounds in the night or the sudden
cold that could settle into a room without warning. One evening,
as Diane lay in bed, something unseen suddenly grabbed her
and hauled her violently from the mattress, dragging her down
onto the floor below. On another terrifying night, the family
said she was dragged by the neck up the stairs.
Whatever was in that house was no longer hiding itself
just in noises, movements, and shadows. It was reaching into
the middle of the family's life and doing it with force.
Before long, the terror in the house began taking shape.
Several times the preachers said they saw the apparition of
a dark figure moving through their home, a black robed
presence that shook them to their core. In time, this
presence would become known as the Black Monk of Pontrefract.
It seemed that seeing the figure only served to intensify
the activity. Objects were said to move on their own
loud bangs broke out throughout the house, and all of
it seemed to be tied to the same dark force
moving through it. The attacks on Diane were only part
of what the family said they were facing. The figure
did not remain some single terrible sighting fixed to one night.
It kept returning to the house, appearing often enough that
the family came to know it as part of what
they were living with. There a dark presence moving through
the same rooms where ordinary life was supposed to go on.
One night, the violence in the house took another turn.
A brass crucifix flew from the kitchen mantle and struck
Diane in the back. The figure of Jesus broke away,
but the cross itself was said to remain against her skin.
When it finally fell free, a red cross shaped mark
had been left on her back, as though she had
been branded. The family said that the mark remained visible
for days. Then the house turned on Diane again. As
she went upstairs to bed, the temperature dropped sharply around her.
A heavy oak hall stand suddenly tipped over and pinned
her against the stairs, leaving the family scrambling to pull
it off of her. Later, once she made it into bed.
The terror kept coming. The bedclothes were ripped away, the
mattress flew up, and Diane was thrown again onto the floor.
By then, what was happening in the house was no
longer staying behind closed doors. Other people were coming in
to see it for themselves, and the disturbances did not
stop for their benefit. Furniture was said to move, objects
were thrown. The same rooms where the Pritchards had been
trying to live an ordinary life were now the rooms
where the haunting was being witnessed by others as well.
Before long, the house was drawing people in. The Pritchards
were describing something violent enough to leave marks, move heavy objects,
and put their daughter in danger. Well, people wanted to
see for themselves what was happening inside that home, and
the people did come. They stood in the same rooms
where the preachers said so much of it had happened.
They listened, they watched, and inside that house the family said,
the violence and disturbance did not stop simply because there
were others there to witness it. The haunting had already
gone too far for that. Some of the people who
entered that house would leave with stories of their own.
One night, Joe and Jean woke to found the figure
there in the bedroom with them, tall, dark shape standing
over the bed. It did not belong to a corner
of the house anymore. It was in there with them,
close enough to be seen, in the room where they
were supposed to be safest. And after that, other people
said they began seeing it too. The haunting did not
burn itself out quickly. It kept coming back to that
house again and again, until fear became such a part
of daily life for the Prichards. The sounds, the attacks,
the sightings, the violence against Diane, all of it left
the family living in a home where the next terrifying
incident could break out at any time. For the preachers,
there was no way to know when the house would
turn on them again. A room could be still one
moment and filled with terror the next. The Black Monk
had become more than a figure glimpsed in passing in
the family's eyes. It was the force behind the attacks,
the cold, the violence, and the dread that had settled
over the house. For the Pritchards, the house had become
a place where the next terrifying incidents could come without warning,
and where the figure they called the Black Monks, seemed
to remain tied to it. All. The haunting had already
gone far beyond strange events in the home. It had
become violent. Something the family said had laid hands on
their daughter, marked her, and turned their daily lives into
a cycle of fear and endurance. Then the house showed
them something even stranger. On Easter Sunday, the family found
gold crosses painted upside down on every door in the house.
They had not put them there, and the sight of
them appeared all at once, just like that, And it
made a home feel even more overtaken by whatever had
already been tormenting them. And it was not only Joe
and Jean. Other people began having experiences of their own
in the house. Joe's sister, Renee, said she woke one
night feeling a hand touched the back of her head.
When she turned, she said she saw the lower half
of a black robed figure leaving the room. It seemed
the phenomena was expanding. One neighbor was in her kitchen
when she suddenly found herself face to face with the
same kind of figure the Pritchards had been describing, a tall,
dark presence dressed in a black robe that resembled a
monk's habit. The house kept finding new ways to disturb them.
At one point, green foam began coming out of the taps.
On another occasion, family photographs were slashed. It was no
longer just the rooms themselves that felt under attack. Even
the ordinary things inside the home seemed to be touched
by the dark presence. The disturbances in the house went
on for years. What had started as strange activity had
grown into something the family said could attack, mark and
even show itself. By the time the worst of it
finally began to ease, the Pritchards had already spent too
long living with the black Monk in their minds and
in their home. There was no single night where the
nightmare was broken for good. The attacks, sightings, and disturbances
kept returning over a period of years, and then, little
by little, the worst of it began to ease. So
what happened to the black Monk we can only speculate.
Maybe a haunting that intent simply could not sustain itself forever.
Maybe whatever had taken hold in the house was somehow
to hide to Diane and faded as the years passed.
Whatever the answer may be, the Black Monk Haunting remains
one of the darkest and most violent cases in the
history of the United Kingdom. Whatever the truth behind the
Black Monk may have been, the fear it left behind
was real enough for the family who lived through it,
and decades later, in a very different home, another family
would find themselves facing a haunting that seemed just as
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into a rental house in Gary, Indiana, there was no
reason to believe they were stepping into the center of
one of the most disturbing modern haunting claims in America.
It was just a house, a place to live, a
place where a mother could try to build some stability
for her children and begin settling into the routines of
ordinary life. But it did not stay ordinary for long.
One night, something happened that made it impossible to feel
entirely at ease there. Ever, again, a large black fly
appeared in the house. That alone might not have meant
very much if it had happened in summer, with doors
opening and people moving in and out, But this was
December in Indiana. The fly should not have been there
at all, and when the family killed it, Moore appeared
they were not coming in from outside in any ordinary way.
They were showing up inside the home, gathering around the
porch and at the windows, as if something in the
house itself was drawing them there. At first, it might
have been tempting to write it off as strange, but
explainable an old house, a random insect, a fluke, But
the family said the house kept giving them reasons not
to let it go that easy. The flies kept reappearing,
and before long the feeling in the home was no
longer just that something odd had happened there. It was
that something had arrived. Not long after, the family said
they began hearing footsteps in the basement. It was the
kind of sound that makes the house feel occupied in
the wrong way, heavy enough to be noticed, clear enough
to make people stop and listen. And when someone went
to check, there was no one there, no person, no animal,
just the basement waiting in the dark, like it had
never made a sound at all. Soon members of the
family began seeing shadows moving throughout the home. At first,
it might have been no more than a shape slipping
past a doorway, or a dark form caught in the
corner of somebody's eye. But those sightings kept happening. A
shadow crossing a hallway, a figure where no one was standing,
movement in the house that seemed to have no living
source behind it. The activity the house was beginning to
feel personal. It was no longer just the home itself
that seemed disturbed. The family said the presence there was
starting to focus on them, especially the children. What had
begun with flies, footsteps and shadows was moving closer, now
pressing ian on the people living there, as if whatever
had entered that house was no longer content to remain
in the background. One of the children said an unseen
presence would speak to him. The voice was described as
a whisper, close enough to feel as though something had
leaned in near him just to be heard, And when
it spoke, the family said, the words were chilling. It's
time to die and I will kill you. Then came
one of the moments that would stay with the family forever.
Late at nights, Latoya's daughter was in bed when something
impossible began to happen. The girl slowly rose above the mattress,
lifting into the air, while the people around her looked
on in shock. And when it was all over, the
family said she had no memory of it at all.
That was the point where the fear in the house
spilled beyond the walls of the home itself. The family
was no longer dealing with only footsteps in the basement,
shadows in the rooms, and whispers in the dark. Now
they were watching their children at the center of it,
and as the activity kept building around them, the house
was becoming a place where sleep, rests, and any sense
of normal family life were being swallowed up by something
they could neither understand nor control. As the children's behavior
grew more disturbing, the family was eventually drawn into hospitals, churches,
and the attention of people outside the home who were
now hearing what they said was happening. And even there,
the fear did not seem to loosen its grip. One
of the most shocking moments came at the hospital. According
to the family's account, Latoya's young son suddenly walked backward
up a wall in front of medical staff and others
who were there to witness it. It was the kind
of sight no one in the room should ever have
had to process, a child moving in a way that
seemed to tear straight through every ordinary expectation of what
the body should be able to do. By then, the
family was reaching for help anywhere they could find it.
The house in Gary was no longer just a place
where strange things had happened. It had become the center
of a crisis that was touching every part of their lives,
and the deeper they moved into it, the more the
haunting seemed to follow. Eventually, that search for help led
them to the church. What had begun inside the house
was now being carried into conversations with clergy, into prayers,
into the hope that whatever had taken hold of that
Rome could be forced to let go. And as the
family told their story, the haunting in Geary was no
longer just being described as strange or frightening. It was
being spoken about as something darker, something that seemed to
have fixed itself on the family and was not giving
them any peace. If the house had been the place
where the fear first took hold, prayer became the place
where the family hoped it might finally break. Whatever they
said was with them did not disappear easily. The struggle
was stretching across the home the church, and every attempt
to reclaim some kind of peace the church did not
bring a quick end to it. LaToya was told to
clean the house, mark the doors and windows with oil crosses,
pray over the children, and she even set up an
altar in the basements, hoping to push back whatever had
taken hold there. But the prayers did not bring peace
to the house. According to the family, the children began
showing signs that something in the home was getting closer
to them. Their voices no longer sounded like their own.
Threats were being spoken that no child should have been making,
And for LaToya, the fear was no longer only that
something dark was in the house. It had begun affecting
the children as well. LaToya said she began feeling it
in herself too. At times, she felt lightheaded, overheated, and
as though something inside her was shifting out of her control.
By then, the fear in that house was no longer
limited to what the family was seeing or hearing around them.
It was beginning to feel as though whatever had taken
hold there was pressing directly into them. An intense blessing
was performed on the house, and later Reverend Michael Magineo
carried out three exorcisms on LaToya. The family said the
struggle had already gone too far for a simple prayer
to break it. Whatever had settled into that home had
to be fought again and again before the worst of
it finally began loosening its grip. The fight to get
the children back became part of the nightmare too. While
the house was being blessed and exorcisms were being carried out,
the family was also being pulled into custody hearings, evaluations,
and questions about whether what they said was happening could
possibly be real. LaToya was no longer only trying to
survive the haunting itself. She was trying to hold her
family together while the whole ordeal was being judged from
the outside. Little by little, the worst of it began
to ease. After the exorcisms, LaToya said, the pressure that
had been hanging over the family finally started to lift.
The house in Gary no longer seemed to hold the
same force that it once had, and over time, the
family was able to begin stepping out from under what
they believed had taken hold of their lives. In time,
the children were returned to LaToya, and the family began
trying to rebuild some sense of normal life. Whatever they
believed had taken hold of that house no longer seemed
to follow them with the same force. The fear that
had once filled every room, every night, and every hour
of uncertainty had finally loosened, leaving the family to sort
through what they had survived. Years later, the house in
Gary would draw national attention all over again when Zach
Baggins bought the property and turned its story into the
documentary Demon House. But long before the cameras arrived, LaToya
Ammon's and her family had already said they lived through
the nightmare for themselves. Some cases left an entire family
living in fear. Others seemed to close in on one
person so directly that the haunting became something far more intimate.
In the summer of nineteen seventy four, Doris bi Her
was living with their children in a condemned house in
Culver City, California. Inside that house, Doris said she was
not dealing with the kind of haunting people whisper about
from safe distance. She said she was being attacked. Doris
said the attacks were physical, violent, and deeply invasive. She
said the unseen entities left bruises all over her body,
and in her account, some of the assaults involved being
held down as the assaults continued and bruises appeared on
her body. The fear in the house was not something
she described as lingering in another room or making itself
known through a strange sound in the night. It was
getting close to her, touching her, hurting her, and as
it kept happening, Doris became convinced that whatever was in
that house was not just there, it wanted her. The
attacks were not described as rare or fleeting. Doris said
they kept coming back, violent enough to leave bruises on
her body, and convincing enough to make her believe whatever
was in that house was not only there, but it
was absolutely focused on her. She also described strange lights
in human shape forms appearing in the home, as though
the thing tormenting her was no longer content to stay unseen.
By the time she finally reached paranormal investigators Berry Taff
and Carrie Gainer in nineteen seventy four, Doris was no
longer looking for someone to tell her the housemade strange nose.
She was looking for someone who might believe that she
was under attack. When Taff and Gainer entered the house,
Doris showed them the bruises. She was not talking about
a bad feeling in the home or a sound that
she just couldn't explain. She was saying something in that
house was hurting her, and the marks on her body
were there for them to see. Well. They stayed. They
brought cameras, instruments, and the kind of attention people bring
when they think they may be standing in the middle
of something impossible, And before long, the house began giving
them things they said they could not explain away. A
frying pan was reported to fly across the kitchen, Strange
lights appeared in Doris's bedroom, cold pockets formed on the house,
Foul orders drifted through the rooms. What Doris had been
describing as violence and presence in that home was now
becoming part of what the investigators said they were witnessing
as well. Then came one of the moments that stayed
with the investigators. In Doris's bedroom, a strange glow began
to build. As it grew brighter, the light no longer
seemed shapeless. It began forming into something more defined, a
human like figure taking shape in the room while the
people there watched it happen. As the investigators watched, the
room seemed to come alive around that light. It did
not hold steady like a lamp or just a passing reflection.
It swelled, shifted, and took on the outline of something
human hanging there in Doris's bedroom while the people gathered
inside that house tried to make sense of what they
were seeing. The people in that the house were not
just watching anymore. They were trying to catch whatever was
happening before it vanished. Once again, cameras were brought into
Doris's bedroom. Photographer Dick Thompson took position there while Doris
challenged the presence to show itself, while as the room
tensed around them, the investigators said lights began moving along
the wall, flaring in and out while the camera clicked
in the dark. Later, some of those photographs would become
the only physical evidence ever tied to that case. The
investigation went on for weeks, but it never ended with
one clean answer. The strange lights, orders, cold spots, and
movement in the house were said to lessen over time,
but the case never resolved into anything simple or satisfying.
Doris would carry the story with her for the rest
of her life, and the haunting she said had attacked
her in that condemned house would go on to inspire
the entity one of the most unsettling paranormal stories ever
brought to film. These cases all unfolded in different places,
around different families, around different circumstances, but they all carried
the same kind of damage with them. Homes became places
of dread, sleep became uncertain. Ordinary life was slowly replaced
by fear, confusion, and the constant strain of waiting for
whatever came next. The real tragedy is that these people
were not chasing the paranormal. They were just trying to
live their lives when something terrible found them. And that
may be the part that stays with people the longest.
Not just the apparitions, not just the violence, not just
the impossible moments, but the fact that in every one
of these accounts, the people at the center of it
were simply trying to live ordinary lives when those lives
were suddenly overtaken by something dark. And that's what makes
violent hauntings so disturbing. Is not only what is seen
or heard, it's what these families said. It did to
the places that they were supposed to feel the safest.
It turned homes into battlegrounds, It turned bedrooms into places
of fear, and it left people trying to survive something
they never asked for and couldn't easily escape. All right, everybody,
that's going to wrap it up for us today, So
I hope you guys enjoyed the show, and thank you
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