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Over to there, 7 and 8?

Sold $27.

A voice said..

"I see you bought the Dybbuk Box".

A Dybbuk Box?

It's what my Grandmother called it.

I'm Jewish, and I know what a Dybbuk is.

It's they type of a thing that
you use to scare little kids.

Just pure evil.

Say, hi to our new roommate.

All of a sudden, something's
tearing inside of me.

Jason?

Don't do that, or the Dybbuk will come.

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My shop is located in downtown Portland

right at the base of the Burnside Bridge,

which is kind of the gateway to the city.

What I was looking for
were small, unique items

that I could sell, I could retail, and
the best place to find those anytime

is at yard sales, garage sales,
and estate sales, small auctions.

Hi.

So on this particular day, the family
was selling items that had belonged

to the Grandmother who had passed
away who was a Holocaust Survivor

and who had died at a ripe old age.

I believe it was 103.

They were selling things in job lots
that had all been grouped together

on these pallets.

But there was one pallet in
particular that I was interested in.

Our next lot, 29, is a unique box lot here.

All righty, how about..
Would you go $5, Sir?

Thank you. Now $7.50.

$7.50 and $10. $10, friend.

$10, now $12.50. Now we're gonna go $15.

I think it got to about 27 or 28 bucks
before finally, people got tired

and realized that I was
going to get that pallet.

Over to there, 7 and 8?

Sold $27. Number 35, thank you.

I was really happy, because I had got

several hundred dollars worth
of items that I really needed.

But along with those items,
there were three items

that were unusual to be
included in a lot like this.

One of them was a steamer trunk.

The other one was a sewing box.

And the final item was a cabinet
of sorts, a small wine cabinet.

And a voice said..

"I see you bought the Dybbuk Box".

Dybbuk Box?

The young lady being in
her late 20s, early 30s.

It didn't immediately register
that she had used the word Dybbuk.

I'm Jewish, and I know what a Dybbuk is.

It's the type of a thing that
you use to scare little kids.

You'd say, don't do that,
or the Dybbuk will come.

It's what my Grandmother called it.

And she explained to me that
whenever anybody would ask about it,

Grandmother would spit through
her fingers three times.

And say it was never to be opened.

When she told me this, it
really didn't phase me

as being anything that
was all that special.

So I loaded up the stuff that I
had bought, and away I went.

All in all, it was a good day.

So I drove back to my shop.

It was a small storefront perhaps..

25 feet wide, and the basement
down below was quite a bit larger.

It was probably 4,000, 4,500 square feet.

The way the box was locked was
that there was a brass hasp

with a small brass padlock placed on it.

So instead of cutting the lock off,
which I normally would have done,

I took a small screwdriver
and sort of bent the hasp

or the metal part that
came down and held it.

The doors opened.

I didn't expect that.

It must have had a mechanism.

It was a nice touch to a box that
really didn't look like it deserved

that kind of detail.

There were quite a few items on the inside

that really didn't make
a lot of sense to me.

There were two pennies from the 1920s.

A candlestick, kind of a
fat, pear-shaped body.

A small chalice or wine goblet.

Um, there was also a statue.

It was made out of granite,
different pieces of granite,

and it had carved into it the
word "shalom" in Hebrew.

And then there were two locks of hair.

Hair?

What crossed my mind was
that this was an old lady

who had kept it for some
sentimental reason,

not giving it any more thought
than I would normally give

a small, little wine cabinet.

I had a young lady that
worked for me at that time

named Jane who was absolutely
a fantastic salesperson.

So on this particular day, I
left her in charge of the shop,

left the box in the basement..

And went about my business
taking care of some errands.

I was down in the back of the basement
and kind of cleaning things up

and organizing his tools and everything,

and then I was gonna go
up and open the store.

All of a sudden, I just.. I kind of felt..

Like somebody was watching me.

I had been left there alone several times,

and I could walk in the dark
and down through the basement

and spend hours down there and
never felt anything until then.

There's a difference between..

Being afraid of someone or something.

I had gotten a phone call.

- Addy's market. Jane speaking.
- And it was a friend of mine.

Oh, hey. Hey, Geneva.

Yeah, no, you can come tomorrow.
That's fine.

I'll just tell Kevin.

Yeah, I know. That's fine.

Yeah, when are you planning to come in?

Okay.

Hey, um, I got to go.

I had that feeling inside..

Inside my gut that something was wrong.

Hello?

Who's there?

Hello?

We're not opened yet.

And when I turned around, the
light that I had switched off..

Turned back on.

It was glass breaking.

Just like.. It was it was.. Very loud.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I went, and I grabbed the phone.
I called Kevin.

Kevin, pick up. Kevin, pick up.

Kevin, pick up.

Kevin, pick up the phone.
Kevin, pick up the phone.

Kevin, pick up. Kevin, pick up.

Kevin, pick up. Kevin, pick up.

Hello?

- Kevin?
- Jane?

I can barely hear you.

Someone's here.

Somebody's in the store?

I was yelling. I'm like, when
are you gonna get back here?

To me, it sounded like it was a
baseball bat smashing things.

Hysterical is the only way to put it.

She was trying to tell me that there
was somebody in the basement..

Something's here, Kevin.

That sounded like they were breaking glass.
They were throwing things around.

- I said, well, who's down there?
- And she said, nobody's down there.

Jane, okay..

Call the police.
Call the police immediately.

- Jane.
- And as I said that..

- Jane!
- My phone died.

Kevin! Kevin!

And I was scared to death for her.

Could have been someone that
really had some bad intent,

either to steal something
or to harm or to rob.

It couldn't be good.

Jane?

Jane.

I approached the back of the shop.

I didn't know what to expect.

So I went to the basement door..

And I noticed that the wrought-iron gate

was locked, which was odd,
because I hadn't locked it.

Jane, it's Kevin.

I went to turn on the lights at that point.
I flipped the switch.

And the lights wouldn't go on.

So I grabbed a flashlight
and took a look around.

And it was then that I noticed that..

All the light bulbs in the
basement had been broken.

There were ten four-foot..

Fluorescent fixtures.

All of them had been broken out
and were lying on the ground.

Oh.

Jane isn't the kind of person who cries.

Well, literally, she said..

(Bleep) You.

I just had this feeling that I had to go.

Jane?

I just left, and I never came back.

There is no exit. There is no way out.
There's no crawl space.

There's nowhere for anyone to go.

Whoever had done this
had to still be there.

Because I had just unlocked the gate.
There was no way out.

I had to think at that
time that it was Jane.

I had to think that, because
there is no other explanation,

and there was nobody else there.

So it was her, and I was sorry I upset her,

but there could be no other explanation.

So my Mom's birthday is on October 28th,

and we were gonna go have
lunch and do something else.

And on that day, she came down to the
shop quite early before I was open.

- Happy Birthday, Mom.
- Oh, darling.

There was a small, little display area
of some furniture, and so she sat down.

And he said, this is an
unusual present for you.

In the past, I have gotten strange gifts.

Not a wine cabinet, but,
you know, strange gifts.

My husband used to give me plaid coats,

every single birthday.

He knew I hated plaid and
that I would return the coat

and get something that I liked.

- Kevin, there's a call for you.
- Okay.

When he went downstairs, I
looked at the box, and..

It was as though the box
was looking back at me.

Kevin speaking.

Yup. No, we still have it.

The doors opened, and it was just

like a cold breeze coming out.

I can't describe it.

Just pure..

Evil.

I couldn't run away. I couldn't get up.

I couldn't get away from it.

I knew I was having a stroke.

My mouth..

Contorted.

Just started to sag, and my eye pocketed.

Mrs. Mannis?

Kevin?

Am I gonna make it?

Is this death?

And my thought was, Kevin is downstairs.

Am I gonna die before I see my son?

Is he gonna know?

Am I gonna make it?

Mom.

I was frozen.

I couldn't leave.

Okay, they're here now.

It was only me that could tell,
because she didn't have enough..

Ability to express herself, but you
could see the terror in her eyes.

And I wanted to..
I had to communicate to him.

To protect him.

And it was almost impossible to do.

When you're having a
stroke, you can't write.

You can't talk.

All the communication was through her eyes,

and so her eyes were kind of
wandering, and yet, you could tell.

You could tell that she was
pleading to get something out.

To say something.

The one thing that I wanted to do.

Was to impress upon him..

How important it was..

That he get rid of the box.

God forbid..

It did anything to him.

If it gave me a stroke.

What would it do to him?

I probably should have
picked a better gift,

maybe taken a little bit
more time in choosing it.

It never crossed my mind that it would
be anything other than what it was..

A small box.

I knew that it was something that was evil,

because I had felt..

The coldness inside.

Everything started to fall into place now,

all hell breaking loose with the
shop, with my Mom having the stroke.

The common denominator of all
these things was this box.

So I decided to try and sell it.

And a few days later, an older
couple came in and purchased it.

And didn't think anything about it.

Glad to see it gone.
I got more stuff to do than that.

And I find the box sitting by the
front door with a note on it.

And the note read..

"This has an odd darkness about it".

This is hard to get rid of.

Nobody seems to like it.

I had a storage unit out
in back of my house

that I decided I would put it there..

And hopefully forget about it until I
could figure out what to do with it.

I started to have dreams.

Terrible dreams.

I would be with somebody
who I knew and I trusted.

I would be in a very pleasant setting with
this person, and we would be walking.

And at that point, immediately,
whoever I was with in the dream..

Would change from that person.

Into the most gruesome,

horrible, evil-looking hag..

I'd ever seen.

And that hag would proceed to just
beat the living crap out of me.

When I woke up..

I know that this sounds unbelievable,
because I didn't believe it myself.

I found bruises.

Something is happening where I'm
getting injured in the night.

And it got to the point
where every single night,

I knew that I would be having this dream.

No matter what I thought of, no matter
how I tried, this was going to happen.

At that moment, I knew
that the box was cursed,

that there was something
wrong with that box.

But I decided I had to get rid of it.

And it turns out the quickest way to be
rid of it would be to put it on eBay.

And it called it the Dybbuk
Box in the main heading.

And then described it as a
haunted Jewish wine cabinet.

And I certainly wasn't going to sell
it without disclosing everything

that I thought had been happening.

My hope was that somebody
who dealt with the occult.

Would see this and buy it and
dispose of it the way that they..

The way that they knew it
should be disposed of.

When I first learned about the
Dybbuk Box, I was a student

at Truman State University
in Kirksville, Missouri.

- What are you looking at?
- eBay.

My roommate Sam had seen this
posting for this haunted box.

- What is that?
- The Dybbuk Box.

And he was telling me about how the owner

was experiencing very terrible nightmares..

- Haunted?
- Mm-hmm.

That his Mother, I believe,
had become really sick.

It was this really long description
of what had transpired,

and it really captured our imagination.

You want in? Come on.

- Really?
- I'm okay.

All right.

I didn't really want to spend money
on something that could be a hoax,

and that was really the end of it.

We didn't really talk about
it after that at all.

During the course of the week,
it finally got up to a number

of about 7,500 people that had seen this,
and I've sold a lot of stuff on eBay

and never had that kind of a response,

so I thought, maybe there are a lot
of people involved in the occult.

7,500 is a lot of people to watch
a little wine cabinet sell.

About three weeks later
in the middle of June.

I had come home for lunch,

and I opened up our front door,
which entered into our living room,

and I was instantly hit by this
overwhelming stench of urine.

There was newspaper and packing peanuts

strewn throughout.. All over our
floor, and my instant thoughts were,

who made this mess, and where did
somebody urinate in my living room?

And it was just sitting there
staring at me and me staring at it.

And I was thinking, I can't
believe he bought it.

Say hi to our new roommate.

After I got over that initial
shock that he bought it,

I laughed, because I couldn't
believe he spent his money on this.

Once, though, the Dybbuk
Box was in my house,

I really wanted to go into
this with an open mind.

I didn't want to think that this
thing was actually haunted.

Well, what are we gonna do with this?

And he said..

I'm gonna sleep with it.

Well, I think Sam was really curious.

If there was any spirit trapped in the box,

maybe antagonize it a little bit saying,
are you gonna come out and play?

Ooh!

It had a very prominent
spot in the living room.

We didn't ever hide the box.

Yeah, I bought it on eBay for, like,
really cheap too for an antique.

It was only 140 bucks.

Once everybody got done
checking out the Dybbuk Box,

we would say just kind of off-the-cuff,
by the way, this is cursed,

and you might have nightmares
for the rest of the semester

or possibly your life.

Yo, guys.

It was a big novelty, and people were

kind of laughing around and joking around.

Time has come to open..

The box.

Some of the girls got
quite upset and disturbed

by the fact that this was a
potentially haunted artifact.

Ooh.

Whoa.

Come on, it's funny.

She got upset that her
hand was put in the box,

that she potentially exposed
herself to this possessed spirit.

She was definitely freaked out, and she was

concerned for her safety and ours.

But we were just having fun.

We were just having pranks on people.

But there came a point whenever..

We realized that things
were about to change.

- Hey, what's up?
- Oh, you know..

We experienced some really
unusual things with electronics.

How was last night?

- Oh, you know..
- Studying the..

Whoa! Jeez!

Whoa.

- Okay, this is..
- What the hell, man?

What the hell just happened?

He was telling me that
his laptop just crashed.

Whoa.

It was a critical failure
with the hard drive.

Well, I woke up one morning
and was getting ready to go,

and one of my roommates came out of
his bedroom, which was next to mine,

and he looked awful.

His eyes were all bloodshot.

Um, bloody.. Almost.. Looking.

Um, and it looked really, really bad.

And then there was these bugs
that were crawling all over.

We found them in our living room.

They were crawling up the
walls in our bedroom.

Um, they were in our
kitchen and our bathrooms.

They would be in the sink, or they would
be on the walls or in the mirror,

or around the toilet, or wherever it
may be, They got into everywhere.

Over the summer and into the fall,

Sam started to become a
little bit more reclusive.

So we got to see him less and less.

I felt really bad for Sam.

I felt that there was despair and
that he was really just done

and hopefully that getting rid of the box

would be a turning point for him
where he could start to recover.

I'm the Director in a medical museum.
I've always had a love of history

and the artifacts that tell
the stories of history,

so we're always looking at objects
as puzzles to be unraveled.

Sam was keeping online in a personal blog

all the things that had happened to him.

So I could actually follow
week-by-week all of the things

that were going on with this box.

If I could get this box, I could
rationalize pretty much through

what I would consider a scientific basis,
is it what it was supposed to be?

Looking back at the words he
wrote, there was a warning

that I probably should
have heeded and I didn't.

When Sam listed the Dybbuk Box
on eBay, I followed the sale.

No bid had been taken
place, so I just threw

in a bid of uh, I think it was 50 bucks.

You could see the bid price jumping
up by different dollar amounts.

It would start off with $30, and then
it jumped to $45, and then maybe $50.

The difference was, I had now made the
commitment that not only would I bid,

I would buy this box.

All of a sudden, it would be a large
jump, and it would go up to $108

and then $150 and then $200.

When Sam had bought it, he'd spent $140,
and so I put in a bid for double.

Finally, within the last
second, it jumped to $280.

Yes!

Basically, I won the bid,
and so I was very excited

once I knew the Dybbuk
Box could not escape me.

I was taken back by it at first, thinking,

well, why would someone
spend that kind of money

on something that would
potentially ruin their lives?

So that night, I decided to
actually examine the Dybbuk Box.

It was dark.

Everything was closed down on campus,
and I'd had to unlock and go through,

and all of the minimal lights were on.

I was already aware that both Kevin's
family and the college students

had had spontaneous illnesses and what
appeared to be, like, infections.

It seemed good practice to
put on the white gloves

to basically examine this item just
in case there are any contaminants.

So I dimmed the lights and
turned on the black light.

There was a little bit of glow.

It was wax, but it did indicate to
me that someone had lit a candle,

and it had dripped on
the outside of the box.

It made me think, this actually
could have been used ritually.

So the next thing was to see
what was contained inside.

The moment just before opening the doors,

I kind of just wondered what would happen.

Like, I guess I kind of expected that
if this thing really was haunted,

it would happen immediately,
and so in opening it up

and seeing all these
other pieces, and yet..

The stillness, there was no
strange things happening.

It was like, okay, well, maybe
it's just a historical piece.

But I didn't realize how wrong I
was and what was yet to come.

Within days of it being in the
museum, the computers were crashing.

Yes, I've tried turning
the computer on and off.

We were losing valuable
information, weeks of work.

Yeah, well, my colleague's going through
the exact same thing right now.

And then the light bulbs.

And what was odd about it, it was the
bulbs all around where the Dybbuk Box..

Where they were all going out.

And just.. Then things seemed
to get a whole lot worse.

Okay, well, I guess we've explored
every option from A to Z.

The staff felt a depletion
of energy, illness.

They made it clear that this
artifact was an unwelcome guest.

Listen, I'm losing my whole office here.
I got to go.

And then I knew I had to take it out
of the museum. I had no choice.

I have a lockable back part of my
truck, and it was secured in there.

But just driving home, you know, I just
felt that I was forced against the wall.

I really didn't want to take it home,
but I thought I had no option.

And that night was completely restless.

I kept having dreams of these sunken-eyed..

Old women.

And then their face would literally just

dissolve into the most ghastly injuries

as if the flesh was being torn and ripped.

I'd wake from these in shock
only to go back into sleep,

and it started all over again, the
same women with gray, flyaway hair

and sunken eyes, and it just
happened all night long.

When I woke that morning, I
was just glad just to be up.

And I was thinking, could I
have done this to myself?

What's wrong with your eyes?

I don't know.

Things in my life had gotten really bad.
I mean, things had gotten really bad.

Health issues, family concerned and upset.

It wasn't long after um,
that, my son and I uh..

Were.. It was an evening hour together
uh, down in where the TV was on.

And all of a sudden, he calls over to me..

Dad.

- Dad.
- Yeah, buddy?

- What is it?
- What?

Look.

It looked like flames, this black mass,

and he's looking and going, what is that?

And I see the true fear in my son's eyes.

I was worried about my family.

Now it's taking over my life.

I'd explored the scientific side,
and there was no explanation

for what was going on
in science, not to me.

I was thinking, if this box truly
had something trapped in it

and I'd released it that I
needed to do something..

To seal it again.

We have this rental
property that had a cellar.

It wasn't being used, and so I decided

that I would take the
Dybbuk Box over there,

and that is where I felt would be
the best place to isolate the box.

As I'm finishing up this process,

the sound as if wind is
building in the space..

And yet there is nothing
that could create this.

We're completely entombed.

Then I locked the door to the basement.

Then I was done with it. It was gone.

I now needed to finish it,
which was to wash myself free

of any attachment of
anything that was connected

to me being in the presence of this evil.

The steam and the heat, it's invigorating.

It's really powerful.

Jason?

All of a sudden, something's
tearing inside of me.

Jason?

And then it just comes out,
this gelluous mucus.

Something I've never had out
of my body was in my hands.

There's no way to explain it.

It just happened, and I was in disbelief.

Jason?

And yet I also knew that
something came out of me.

- Jason?
- What?

Open the door.

I got to show you something.
You got to see this.

Okay. And outside the door, I
hear my wife yelling to me

about something about Poison Ivy and jeans.

- Jason, open the door.
- What?

What is this?

Have you ever seen anything like it?
Look at it.

And what I'm seeing are watery blisters
that have broken out with blood,

and they're all over, and it's swelling.

I needed to kind of get
this thing taken care of.

I needed to finish it.

I needed to find Kevin Mannis, the
original owner of this Dybbuk Box.

I got a call in the middle of the night.

Hello?

And I hung up on him.

I was frightened that
somebody had a problem

that I was going to have to try and solve

or I was gonna have to take that box back.

The phone rang again, and Jason
said, please don't hang up on me.

Talk with me about this.
It's very, very important.

Within a few minutes of the
conversation with Kevin,

I knew that I was no longer
alone with this problem,

that he was going to work with me

and help me come to some way of
getting this out of my life.

I went looking for the house.

And had a hard time finding it at first.

Couldn't remember exactly where it
was, and it took me a little bit,

to finally locate it.

Hi, um..

I told her that I was trying to get
some information about the box.

- I bought this box.
- I think you should leave.

I wasn't gonna get anywhere,
so I started to take off.

And I had made it maybe 10 or 15
steps when I thought she said..

I know exactly why you're here.

There was a little old lady
drilling me with her eyes.

The woman introduced herself as Sophie.

And said she was the cousin of the
woman who had passed away, Havola.

And so I listened.

She said that she had lived
with Havola in Poland.

Prior to World War II.

At that time, it was kind of the
rage in Europe to have seances,

to contact the other side, to
play with games like that.

And Havola had made what
looked like a Ouija Board.

That was made out of a tablecloth.

And on the tablecloth, she had
embroidered letters of the alphabet.

And they would take a little pendant.

And as they would ask questions,
the pendant would swing and

either spell out a word or answer
a question that they asked.

During the course of doing this, they
felt like they had contacted a spirit..

That started asking them to bring
it over from the dark side,

and they became suspicious that what they
had actually contacted was a Dybbuk.

A dark, evil entity that would try
to grab on to one of their souls.

So they devised a ritual
where they would be able

to bring this thing over
and trap it in a box.

That's why Havola,

the Grandmother, had been so emphatic.

Don't open the box..

- Because what was inside is so dark..
- Because what was inside is so dark..

And so terrible.

Apparently, when I bought it and
brought it back down to my shop

and opened it up for the
first time, I released it.

The story that Kevin told me was
like nothing I'd ever heard.

It seemed almost too impossible to make up.

It seemed very real, he was
very earnest about it,

and it started to make some sense.

I contacted rabbis and got the information

on the best means to seal this spirit away.

Some people may think this is a hoax,

but every person that has come
in contact with this box..

Has suffered sickness..

Calamity..

Misfortune.

I know that when I owned
this box, terrible,

awful, rotten things happened to me.

When I got rid of it, they
stopped happening to me.

Everything that happened that
was bad was because of the box.

People have asked me, what
would it take to buy the box?

I wouldn't sell it to anyone.

It weighs on my mind, because
eventually, something will change.

I'm not gonna be here forever.

The one dilemma is having this thing
and not knowing what to do with it.

For now, it is safe.

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