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It's now quarter past 11:00.

Janet appears to be in sleep

and breathing regularly.

A year ago, a number of strange coincidences

in my personal life made me feel I should try

to understand the paranormal.

"If you get a good poltergeist case,"

I said to the Society for Psychical Research.

"Let me have it."

Then one day, they phoned me up.

I had no idea when I walked into that house,

how long I would be involved.

But I did have a strong feeling

that we were in for a pretty difficult session.

Testing. One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

The time now is 7:55.

And I arrived at 284 just over half an hour ago.

I'm recording this in the kitchen.

Mrs. Hodgson is now going to tell me of events

that took place here on Friday night.

Oh, Billy, here, on here.

- Billy. - Is that mine?

- Yes, no sugar. Go on. - Yes.

It all started in the back bedroom.

I could hear this sort of rustling--

very light rustling sound as though there was some movement in the bedroom.

Not a heavy movement, but I sensed that something was there.

But I laid with my eyes shut until Janet woke up.

First of all, I thought it was the mice or rats or something.

I come out and stood in the doorway,

and there was a chest of drawers moving towards the door.

And I-- Well, at that time, I stood there,

and I was really, literally petrified.

Well, I went in, and I pushed it back once.

I stood back in the room and I watched, and I saw it moving.

And then I pushed it back again, and the third time I went to push it,

I couldn't move it.

...then I pushed it back again,

and the third time I went to push it, I couldn't move it.

Persons involved.

Mrs. Peggy Hodgson is 47.

A divorced mother of four children.

Her daughter, Janet, aged 11, is a reasonably bright child.

Rather excitable, with a strong imagination.

She shares a bedroom with her older sister, Margaret,

who is inclined to be overemotional.

She cries a lot.

Billy, the youngest, is intelligent, but he has a speech defect,

which makes him very difficult for me to understand.

The older brother, Johnny, is away at a school for troubled children.

I'm determined to study the paranormal in a purely scientific manner.

The introduction of a tape recorder is essential to be able

to analyze events in the cold light of day.

What was actually the first thing you saw?

John Burcombe, brother to Mrs. Hodgson...

Oh, God. The actual first thing I saw...

Deputy head porter in a hospital.

A down-to-earth, intelligent man who lives five doors away from the Hodgsons.

You see things that you can't explain, you've got a tendency not to believe them.

You've got a tendency to say, "I didn't really see 'em."

But you know you did.

His son, Paul, 12.

A lively boy.

You're the first person I've spoken to.

I just-- I've never discussed it.

It was a Sunday night.

Peggy came down and told my dad that there was lots of noise, banging--

And she was obviously really scared.

I don't know why, but I went with my dad down to the house.

It was dark.

We went upstairs and there's a massive oak wardrobe,

and that had been moved to the middle of the room.

I felt terrified.

And now, was it possible for her to push the cupboard?

- No way. No. - No way?

I see.

The first that I knew about it was a phone call

coming through to the news desk.

I was early 20s.

I was scared of the dark.

If I'd stopped to think about it, I would've run a mile.

Yes, this is bringing it back.

The house.

It was so many years ago, but this is weird.

This is very strange.

We arrived at the house at about midnight.

The family were next door with the neighbors.

I came through into the kitchen.

Here it is.

The family came in one by one.

As they came through, they all just stood 'round here.

I remember the Daily Mirror reporter, Doug Bence,

suit and tie on, hand in his pocket.

And the last one in was Janet.

And I'm here, ready,

and then as Janet was carried in--

Just unbelievable.

Just-- Things just started flying around the room.

The lingering memory is of those two girls screaming.

They were absolutely terrified.

Just mayhem.

LEGO bricks, marbles started flying around the house.

One of them struck me on the head.

Nobody moved their arm.

Nobody could've thrown or flicked that piece of LEGO.

There, I mean, that's the sort of force

and the speed and the impact that you'd need for that.

Now, you can't be stood in a corner with a camera,

watching everybody in the room, and not see somebody do that.

I think it was Thursday, the phone rang.

The Daily Mirror.

A poltergeist in Enfield.

I was, at the time, the honorary secretary

of the Society for Psychical Research, the SPR.

We used to have calls like that at least once a week.

Sometimes, twice in a day.

Who could we send?

Maurice Grosse.

Now that's an idea.

You see, Maurice was a relatively recent member of the Society,

and he was a thorough nuisance to be honest.

He was forever plaguing us with that it was a scandal

that these things so demonstrably occurring were not investigated properly.

He was impatient. He wanted action.

He wanted to be involved in investigations.

Animals.

There is only a budgerigar and two goldfish in the house.

The budgerigar belonged to an old lady who died.

And the phenomena did start shortly after the bird came into the house.

The witnesses include the next-door neighbors,

who have heard raps and knocking for three days.

This recording is being taken at 8:30.

Your name is...

Peggy Nottingham.

And you wanna know when it first started from the--

Well, yes. You had heard all these bangs yourself.

It was banging on the side of the walls, and on the ceiling.

On the floor.

So my husband come in.

It was just a strange knock on the wall.

I went up the stairs, and as I went up the stairs,

this knock followed me.

I got three knocks. Three distinctive knocks on the wall.

I go into the front bedroom,

same thing again.

The knocks followed me.

And I didn't know what it was.

Being in the building game, I thought to myself, well,

I'll have a look around the house, I gotta be brave.

You know, and try and find out what it is. So I go through all the pipes.

No air locks or nothing like that.

Then I said to Peg-- I said to her-- I said,

"Mrs. Hodgson, there's something definitely strange in your house."

I said the best thing there is to do-- I said, "You're all coming to my house,"

and I said, "We'll phone the police."

Then when we phoned the police and they--

The police say that as they could not arrest whatever

was causing the disturbance, they can be of little help.

But WPC Carolyn Heeps has made a striking statement

about a chair in the living room.

It came off the floor nearly a half inch, I should say.

And I saw it slide off to the right, about three and a half to four feet,

before it came to rest.

I checked to see whether or not it could possibly

have slid along the floor.

I placed a marble on the floor, to see whether or not the marble

would go in the same direction as the chair did, and it didn't.

It didn't roll at all.

I checked for wires under the cushion of the chair,

and I could find no explanation at all.

For two weeks, they'd been terrorized by objects

inexplicably shooting through the air, or furniture moving

for no apparent reason.

I don't know if you read the Daily Mirror this morning,

but rather a spooky story about the family who's living in fear

of strange goings-on that are driving them from their home.

Being on the front page of any national newspaper,

not alone the bestselling one in the country, was--

I wouldn't say fame, but notoriety.

We just felt that it was such an important story.

It was just something that no one, that any of us knew,

had ever experienced anything like this before.

Relatives, friends, the police saw it.

It came off the floor nearly a half inch, I should say.

And I saw it slide off to the right, about three and a half to four feet,

before it came to rest.

I walked into the room-- As I walked into the room, the LEGO began to fly.

Marbles shooting around the living room.

Cups and saucers, books, chairs...

We was all just standing in the kitchen

all of us together.

Beds, you name it.

That's supernatural.

It's said to be Britain's most publicized haunted house.

A semi-detached in a quiet corner of Enfield.

It's all very intriguing, so we sent Rosalind Morris ghost-hunting.

Can I rearrange people, so that I can do an interview?

Is that all right? Can you sit over there?

I'll sit where Maurice is.

And I'll sit over here. And then--

I was working as a BBC Radio reporter.

We didn't have enough to fill the program on the Sunday,

and I was sort of threatened all day with

"If nothing else happens, you'll just have to go to Enfield

and cover this ghost story."

I was pretty skeptical.

I mean, I didn't expect anything to happen.

And there is a sort of rule in journalism

that the moment a reporter turns up, the ghost disappears.

It's now about half an hour since the family settled down for the night.

And Janet, who's the 11-year-old, the one you've been watching most--

She now seems to be asleep.

She's not really moving around very much.

So, what happens now? What do you do?

Do you just stand here every night and have a look?

I usually wait after these girls are asleep,

I wait about another half an hour.

If I don't see any signs of disturbance, I go.

I have to go home sometime, you know?

I think we ought to go downstairs again.

I just thought, well, I'd better record what I can.

Did you hear that thump?

Well, we've just heard a noise, having come downstairs.

We've just heard a noise upstairs.

And the chair, which was standing by Janet's bed,

appears to have moved.

Well, Janet appears to be sleeping quite peacefully.

And she was sleeping when we went down just a few seconds ago.

Now the chair was by the bed, and it's now by the door.

The chair's been thrown nine feet. It's more violently than last time.

It's just very strange.

It didn't seem likely that either of the girls could've done it.

Well, I'm hoping I'm not getting the microphone shaking in my hand,

because that was rather an unnerving experience.

I don't know what it is.

But there is something strange going on in that house.

Our little section of semi-detached

box-like houses were very basic.

We were definitely working class, and to be honest, we were quite poor.

For many Britons, these are hard times.

In the last two years, Britain has suffered

one of the highest inflation rates in Europe.

And for many Britons,

it means a real cut in living standards because...

All I can say is, whatever struggles I had,

Janet and Margaret must have been having the same,

if not worse because they didn't have their dad there either.

That green one was mine. I paid 13p for that lollipop.

Listen! Don't you think we ought to get ready for bed?

- But Mum, it's not time yet. - Margaret. Janet...

Peggy's husband was estranged. I never saw him.

And I don't remember them being a happy family or a happy environment.

For the one-and-a-half million

unemployed in Britain, the pinch is even more severe.

The '70s were quite a basic time, really.

We never went on holidays, you know,

so we just tried to amuse ourselves.

Me and Janet, I just remember we got on.

Family living close by, we were just drawn together.

You had to make your own entertainment.

At the back, there was a bit of a wasteland

and all the kids used to hang out over there.

It was just general kids' stuff, really.

Never felt like we was ever at the center of the universe.

Yeah, things always felt on the periphery.

And then I just remember seeing this E-type Jaguar parking outside their house,

and it was just like this vision of color in this black-and-white world.

I felt like he wanted to talk to you, and he didn't judge.

284 Green Street.

List of incidents commencing 31st August 1977.

One: A heavy chest of drawers reported sliding six inches from wall.

Two: LEGO pieces seen in high-speed transit

from parts of the room where no persons were standing.

Three: Marbles appearing to emanate from walls and curtains.

They stop dead without bouncing and are hot to the touch.

Four: Persistent raps and knocks

moving around the house from no obvious source.

Five: Furniture moving, chairs moving and turning over.

- Six: A lamp in the bedroom went out. - My father brought...

- Seven... - ...a determination to look at the detail.

He was a person who made his career out of detail, making things work.

I mean, understanding things.

He's the type of person that, you know, if you give him...

a radio, will take it apart, see how it works.

I mean, me, I just switch it on.

You see, I'm a professional inventor,

and when I get hold of something,

I have to dissect it because that's my business.

He was always very scientifically inclined.

His mechanical engineering was almost natural,

and he designed some extraordinary things.

This particular display, as made here, is using a 60-watt bulb

with two drums revolving in opposite directions.

His life had started from hard times and come to better times.

He'd suffered a huge emotional loss,

and yet he was a very grounded, realistic, down-to-earth person.

Many times, I'm tempted to dismiss

some of the more bizarre activity simply because it is easier

to accuse the children of cheating

than to face the necessity of accepting the impossible.

But the accumulating evidence is overwhelming.

Two theories.

One: The mind has powers over and above its normal functions

and is capable of affecting physical objects.

Two: It is a poltergeist.

It must have been early September on a Thursday,

we held a-- one of a regular series of meetings for new members.

I was chairing the meeting.

It was on nothing other than poltergeists.

Our speaker this evening has investigated all over the country.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I welcome on your behalf, Nicholas Clark Lowes.

So, what are poltergeists? I wish I knew.

I mean, the very name itself

is a German word meaning, "a boisterous, noisy spirit."

Well, what can poltergeists do?

Firstly, they can produce knocks

and sounds or even recognizable human voices.

They are capable of responding to requests or orders, either in code,

one rap for yes, two for no, etcetera, or directly.

I'd already read up something about poltergeists,

so I knew that this type of experience with similar things happening,

has been logged for hundreds of years.

In fact, I think the first reports we have are the Romans.

They can move objects and project them often considerable distances.

In some cases, dragging even human beings about the place.

They can alter the temperature of the place.

Normally, this is noticed as a drop in temperature,

but in extreme cases, clothes and even houses catch fire.

Furthermore, all poltergeists have a human focus.

It's notorious that they often seem to center

around some disturbed person, usually an adolescent.

Often, it's a young person at a particular time in their life.

Their emotional energy is creating this sort of force.

Can it, therefore, be the unconscious mind?

If the answer is no, then it's back to the drawing board.

And we shall have to consider seriously the possibility

of matter other than normal, sources of energy other than normal,

and perhaps even creation ex nihilo and a fourth dimension.

The time came for questions, and one of the first

to put his hand up was Maurice Grosse.

I am at the moment involved

in a very interesting poltergeist case in Enfield,

and I've been up three nights with it.

The phenomena itself has been flying marbles,

flying LEGO bricks, last night, a chair was shot across the room.

Four-foot, twice.

We have so many witnesses. We have police witnessing phenomena.

We also have four newspaper reporters who have seen it.

I mean, this is a most extraordinary case.

I think Mr. Grosse is certainly to be congratulated himself,

in that the thing still seems to be there while he watches it.

I would like somebody to come along themselves.

It's in Enfield, it's not very far.

I'm getting to the point of exhaustion.

Well, if there are any further volunteers,

perhaps have a word with Maurice Grosse afterwards.

The lecture had finished, and people were dispersing.

Guy Playfair came up to him, they had a brief conversation,

and the rest, as they say, is history.

Guy realized that my father

was probably out of his depth,

and the case needed a steady, experienced hand.

The two of them actually made rather a good team.

My father being the down-to-earth one,

and Guy probably more of a spiritualist persuasion.

They shared an ambition to fully investigate

what had been presented to them

as basically a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

This is the tape recorded on the night of Wednesday,

the 21st of September, 1977,

at 284 Green Street in Enfield.

The Enfield poltergeist case.

I'm starting at approximately 10:00 p.m.

He was a very unusual man, Guy. I'd never met anyone like him.

His book called The Flying Cow, of all things,

is a classic on Brazilian magic and the paranormal.

He seemed almost otherworldly, very pale, quietly spoken.

But when he got onto his subject, he knew about it.

You just have to record a vast amount of data

to get the really worthwhile stuff.

I'm not saying there's supernatural, there's no such thing as supernatural.

If anything happens, it's natural, we just don't understand it.

It's like filming a story here tonight, innit?

- With all the cameras. - Absolutely.

- We normally have this light on... - There's a little...

...and that one-- Is that-- Turn that light off.

This is the condition as we have it every night.

It's always light. We never operate in the dark.

They were saying that this has never

really been proven photographically.

And they wanted me to stay on.

I wanted to stay on as well

because it was such a fascinating occurrence.

All right, you can go to sleep-- go to sleep now.

We'd spend the evenings sitting down in the lounge.

We had remote-triggered cameras.

Tape recorders running with a live audio feed

to their room so we could hear what was going on and very well.

Very slight-- Any creaking of floorboards.

Time is now ten minutes past 1:00.

I'm going to lie down for a bit

and I'll leave the tape recorder running.

Microphone close to Janet's bed.

Mr. Grosse!

Mr. Grosse!

What's happening?

I found this curtain round her neck and it jumped out.

The curtain jumped at her? Did you see it go?

Come on, get out.

- Janet. - I nearly suffocated.

- What wrapped round your neck? - Go to bed, Bill.

She slid under the bed, and the sheet went over her like that.

As though it was holding her down.

Come on. Get up, Janet. You'll catch a cold.

You know, I'm sure there's something in this house

trying to kill her.

I swear it.

Leave them alone.

I'm watching you.

Leave the curtains alone.

I'm watching ya.

It's something about this girl.

There was something happening around Janet at this time.

She's an intelligent girl who was terrified.

There was something going on in that house that involved energies

that I didn't understand, and, actually,

the population at large doesn't understand.

One theory is that the focus person

is piercing the veil between us and the spirit world,

and they become like a radio for ghosts.

It seemed there must be something that is coming into the house,

which is what Mrs. Hodgson said.

She felt there was something invisible watching them.

If there was an external force, it was-- Seemed to be out to get Janet.

My dad and I, we used to spend quite a lot

of nights upstairs supporting them.

Just being there.

I did feel there was something in that house that wasn't good.

I'm sitting on the stairways, on the wall there is a...

I don't know how to describe this.

Never seen anything like it.

A light.

It looks like an illumination.

It's about 12 inches long and...

like a light.

Bloody hell.

Well, the temperature's... dropped.

It's a very weird sensation.

Like somebody's just walked over my grave.

The best I can describe is...

I'm not alone.

Some of the incidents have been

more suggestive of a haunting than of a poltergeist.

Such as the laughing, moaning and cries of a small child

that have been heard from the top of the stairs.

The time, 6:35.

Janet told me of an indentation

of a human body on the bed.

Well, I can tell you that no one's been upstairs since half past two.

I've said all the way along it's a child.

I've just got that feeling.

Listen. Guess what?

You know that little girl was killed over the road

she was buried in Durants graveyard.

One minute... Remember it's being recorded,

only speak one at a time please.

- Mrs. Hodgson is now speaking. - Be quiet then.

There's a long, tall, brutal story behind that.

But he was a man that lived at Hunt's Mead across the way,

that murdered his own daughter.

And she was only five or six years of age,

and she was apparently found on the landing.

He strangled her.

- The father killed the... - I thought

- it might have some connection, you see? - Yes, well, not necessarily

- has any connection, but... - No.

...I'm interested in this particular story.

- It was in the Gazette. - How did he kill her?

- I think he suffocated her. - Yeah,

he put a cover over her when she was asleep.

- She was in bed. - I see.

And my ex-husband, he knew him.

He bought some stuff from the house and brought it over here.

And it wasn't until after he came into the house,

I realized what the man had done.

I was in the house the day after she was buried.

And you've had these in the house the whole time?

Yes.

And what were the articles you brought in?

- Curtaining. - Curtaining.

- Pelmets. - Pelmets.

There was a chair.

Glass cabinet.

This glass cabinet here and curtains?

- Now, how long ago did you put them up? - Yes.

About a week before all this trouble started.

A week before this trouble started.

Right.

Wednesday, September the 28th.

Some of the furniture and curtains in 284 originally

came from a house where a small child of five was murdered.

I suggested that the house be redecorated, new furniture brought in

and the family all sleep together in the same room.

We are just measuring the rearranged bedroom,

which now has all the beds put in the same room

and the rest of the furniture put in the backroom.

Most throwable objects removed from the room, except one radio,

two books, a lamp, two dolls,

one teddy bear and a cardboard box.

A much better arrangement.

Where's Billy sleeping?

- With Margaret? - He won't go in there.

You wanna go with Margaret?

Let him go over the far side.

The only thing is if he starts any activity.

That's what I'm saying, right? You go in the small bed, Margaret.

Trust you to say that.

- Yes. - Now, you two have been arguing ever since

you come back from the shops this afternoon.

Right, Mum.

I don't really mind where I sleep as long as I get--

Well, you won't get no disturbance, will ya?

Hope you know the tape recorder's on.

London funeral workers were pleased

with the turnout on the picket lines today.

Their week-old work-to-rule has already led to delays

of up to two weeks of burials in some London areas,

and there are fears for health where bodies have to be left in the home.

That's the news tonight. Good night.

It's 10:30.

News at Ten has just ended.

And I think I'll turn the tape over now.

My father and Guy spent endless hours there,

day in, day out.

I would come home, and he'd be going out

at two or three o'clock in the morning to go to Enfield.

Every day there would be a tape recording.

Every moment, every hour was different.

Ten minutes past two.

Mr. Grosse, come here.

The camera wire's moving

and there's handle moving round on that drawer.

- See that top drawer-- - Yeah, have a look.

- Yeah. - That knob thing this side.

- Yes. - I saw the wire move,

and I saw that handle move slightly.

- Did you? - Yeah.

I can see the wire moving now myself.

- You see it? - Yes.

The wire coming down from the camera...

is vibrating on its own.

Very vigorously.

That's very strange.

As I'm watching it, it's vibrating.

Keep perfectly still, Margaret.

Mr. Grosse, there's knocking on the wall.

Where is it coming from?

- Where? - From the chimney.

- Coming from the chimney? - Yes, I heard it.

Mr. Grosse.

Lay down. Keep quite still.

- Oh, my God! - Oh, no!

Hurry up, Mr. Grosse!

Janet, hold my hand.

What happened? Go on, tell me what happened.

Wednesday, October the 26th.

Margaret said a metal part from the fireplace moved slowly

across the room before it dropped,

to hit the camp bed occupied by Billy.

The entire gas fireplace was wrenched out of the wall.

Bending the half-inch brass pipe 33 degrees.

I heard that and I recorded it.

It landed on the bed, just by the head of the boy.

If this thing had hit him, he would have been killed.

That must have been a what-- 10 kilos-- 15 kilos of ironware?

Now where's that energy coming from?

What worried me and unsettled me was the fact that it was uncontrolled.

It appears that high stress triggers the phenomena.

I think the lack of sleep has been the hardest thing to contend with.

Mrs. Hodgson is regularly taking sleeping pills.

And Janet is so exhausted that she appears to be in a complete daze.

What?

Nothing.

- There must have been something. - My mum.

I keep on thinking about Mum.

In what way?

Nothing will happen to your mum. Perfectly all right.

It gets on my mind here.

If I was far away, it would be much better.

As tough as Janet was-- and she was a tough little girl--

you know, things got on top of her.

And he was very aware of that and very upset about it.

I'm convinced that the only way to stop the activity

is to reduce the tension existing in the Hodgson family.

And to get them away from Green Street.

I asked for a meeting with officials

from Enfield Council, Welfare and Social Services,

together with the teachers at Janet's new school.

Can I ask, please, whether the family are aware that we're having

- this case conference? - Yes.

- You did ring the headmaster... - Yes.

- ...and express your wish to attend. - Yeah.

Well, I have spoken to the headmaster at length.

But you must accept what I'm saying to you in good faith.

Everything is happening there,

furniture is turning over,

marbles are being thrown.

It seems to draw its power from tensions created

and there's certainly plenty of tension in that family.

Yeah. Well, Janet has been our new first year.

And she comes here very worn out.

She has a bad night, and she's too tired to work very often

at 9 o'clock in the morning.

So we allow her to sleep in the medical room.

I think she gets three or four hours' sleep.

And that's our side of it.

Well, as I say, it breeds on this particular type of tension.

In poltergeist phenomena, it is very common

for the thing to get on top of them.

And I hate to think what the next thing's gonna be.

You know, I would say a priority is to get the people out of the environment.

A holiday may be the answer.

Well, we have no holidays available.

We don't have the funds for it.

For Janet-- the anxiety-- the worry must have been tremendous.

And I think there's only a few people who were aware of that.

I think Maurice.

And I think he must have helped out with the holiday, definitely.

It was so suffocating,

so they went there for-- Just to get away from it all.

Today, November the first,

I received a card from Mrs. Hodgson,

saying that there had been no incidents since they arrived in Clacton.

But the next-door neighbor, Mrs. Nottingham,

says they were awakened at 2:00 a.m.

with many raps and bangs.

The house was empty.

Bonfires were lit throughout the length and breadth of the country.

A 30-foot-high bonfire

had been built by local scout groups and in the evening it was lit

by the mayor of Harrow.

Saturday, November the fifth.

The family have arrived back from their week in Clacton.

They enjoyed their holiday very much and were reluctant to return.

- See here. - There's clean clothes on there.

I'll have to put those away tomorrow.

Saturday, November the fifth. 9:50.

Good night, Peggy.

- Good night, Peggy. - Night night.

Don't faff about now because the tape's on.

- Peggy's coming. - Janet.

Oh, no.

Five minutes to ten.

Family have just gone to bed.

Apparently we've already had knocks.

Maurice is up there with Mrs. Hodgson and the two girls all in the front room.

Maurice is going to attempt communication with the entity.

What? What, you heard it knocking?

The knocking's on the wall, is something quite extraordinary.

I went back there several times and heard it.

It was very insistent.

Like someone's knocking to come in.

It is November the fifth and there's a lot of noise going on outside.

It gets a little confusing.

Will you knock back?

Did you hear what I was saying?

I'm knocking now.

There's now a knocking back. It's very weak knocking.

Can you knock louder? One for 'no,' two for 'yes.'

That's two.

Why are you here?

Is it because you want to give us a special message?

Two knocks for 'yes'-- Do it again, please.

Do you want to give me a special message?

You do?

I can feel the vibrations from the knocking

on the floor very, very clearly indeed.

Vibration is quite heavy.

The knocking is actually moving backwards and forwards,

underneath the bed, across the room and back again.

This is quite extraordinary.

Here, obviously, is a soul who is lost.

And she really probably doesn't know how to go.

This is something I've got to find out.

Did you die in this house?

One for 'no,' and two for 'yes.'

What's going on?

Was that three?

Are you having a game with me?

- Crikey! - Mr. Grosse.

As I asked the question, "Are you having a game with me?"

it threw the cardboard box right at my face.

What's a ghost?

I don't know.

Is it physical?

I don't know.

Who'd you go to for help?

We pray that those in darkness may be made to see the light.

We ask your blessing upon this, our meeting together.

In the name of the Lord Jesus, amen.

Maisie Besant and Edwin Butler at 284 Green Street, Enfield.

- I'll just put this a little nearer. - Yeah.

I don't want to miss anything.

Right.

Guy, through his experiences in Brazil,

wanted to bring in a medium

because he believed the medium could ameliorate the situation.

My father was more skeptical

but because so many things had opened up to him,

he was never going to dismiss anything.

Maybe there are people who are gifted.

Maybe so much is out there and it's always out there,

it's just very few people can reach out and see it or feel it or experience it.

Be still, quiet.

We have got...

some entities here.

Speak, entity.

Take a look in the mirror.

We want to straighten you out.

You try coming in here again and you'll feel that burn again.

Stay away from this place.

I'll kill you. I'll kill all of you. I'll kill you.

Your predominant desire is to get rid of them.

Cast them out.

That's it.

Out.

If we go there,

we shall have a war on our hands.

It is centered so much round this one.

The child is highly sensitive.

And she needs help.

Mr. Grosse!

- What do you want, Janet? - Mr. Grosse!

- Help! - What do you want?

Mr. Grosse!

Yes? What do you want, Janet?

She's written on the paper,

"The ghost is in the bedroom...

this time no warning."

Mr. Grosse!

Mr. Grosse!