Episode 25
The House That Threw Chairs at the Police
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- In August 1977, Peggy Hodgson called police to 284 Green Street, Enfield, London, after furniture moved; WPC Carolyn Heeps signed a statement she could not determine the cause.
- Investigators Maurice Grosse and Guy Lyon Playfair spent over 400 hours in the house across 18 months, logging thousands of incidents.
- They recorded a harsh voice claiming to be Bill, a man who died in the house; a 2024 BBC caller identified it as his father William Charles Wilkins.
- More than 30 adult witnesses gave statements; skeptics and the girls' own retracted confession dispute the case, and activity stopped in May 1979.
The Draugr does not invent. He documents.
The Enfield Poltergeist, 1977-1979
The facts
- August 1977Peggy Hodgson calls police to 284 Green Street, Enfield, London, after furniture moves. WPC Carolyn Heeps signs a statement saying she cannot determine the cause.
- 1977-1978Investigators Maurice Grosse and Guy Lyon Playfair spend over 400 hours in the house across 18 months, logging thousands of incidents.
- 1977-1978They record a harsh voice claiming to be Bill, a man who died in the house. A 2024 BBC caller identifies it as his father William Charles Wilkins.
- May 1979The activity stops.
The evidence
- More than 30 adult witnesses gave statements, including a police officer who signed that she could not explain what she saw.
- Skeptics and the girls' own retracted confession dispute the case. The file holds both sides.
Sources
The words, as I spoke them.
Transcript
A police officer watched a chair slide across a kitchen floor. All by itself. London. August, nineteen seventy-seven.
The Hodgson family begged for help after furniture began moving on its own. Doors slammed. Knocks answered knocks.
I stood in that house and heard the voice myself. Low. Rough. Inhuman. It called itself Bill, and said it had died there years before.
Stitch this if you would spend a night there. Chairs flew past the cameras. A sofa flipped with no hands on it. For eighteen months, nobody slept.
The sceptics called it a trick. The investigators called it the strangest case in London's history. Then the voice spoke my own name in the dark.
No hoax was ever proven. No spirit ever explained. The file is still open, and the chairs are still there. Would you sleep in that house? Follow for tomorrow's true nightmare.
Dramatized for the telling. The facts above are documented; the narration is the Draugr’s retelling of them.
Wear the nightmare
The Dreaded wear the mark.
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