Episode 67
The Poltergeist of Battersea
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- Disturbances began in January 1956 at 63 Wycliffe Road, Battersea, London, in a quiet terraced house.
- Knocks rolled through the walls and under the floors, loud enough to wake the neighbours, while pots and furniture moved untouched.
- Letters began to arrive, written in a shaky hand and signed by the voice that called itself Donald, and investigator Harold Chibbett kept every page.
- For twelve years the disturbances came and went, fires flared, objects flew, and no explanation ever fit.
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Episode 67 case file
The facts
- Disturbances began in January 1956 at 63 Wycliffe Road, Battersea, London, in a quiet terraced house.
- Knocks rolled through the walls and under the floors, loud enough to wake the neighbours, while pots and furniture moved untouched.
- Letters began to arrive, written in a shaky hand and signed by the voice that called itself Donald, and investigator Harold Chibbett kept every page.
- For twelve years the disturbances came and went, fires flared, objects flew, and no explanation ever fit.
The evidence
- Knocks rolled through the walls and under the floors, loud enough to wake the neighbours, while pots and furniture moved untouched.
- Letters began to arrive, written in a shaky hand and signed by the voice that called itself Donald, and investigator Harold Chibbett kept every page.
- For twelve years the disturbances came and went, fires flared, objects flew, and no explanation ever fit.
Sources
- Sources are being gathered for this file. The facts above are documented.
The words, as I spoke them.
Transcript
EP67: The Poltergeist of Battersea (136 words, 6 beats)
In nineteen fifty six, a quiet terraced house in Battersea began to shake after dark.
Knocks rolled through the walls and under the floors, loud enough to wake the neighbours, while pots and furniture moved untouched.
The adults kept watch through the night, while police and reporters came and went, and still the banging answered questions with knocks.
Then letters began to arrive, written in a shaky hand, signed by the voice that called itself Donald, and investigator Harold Chibbett kept every page.
For twelve years the disturbances came and went, fires flared, objects flew, and no explanation ever fit.
The knocks never stopped.
Leave a comment in the comment section if you would spend one night in that house. Follow for a new true nightmare every day. Sleep with the lights on, if you can.
Dramatized for the telling. The facts above are documented; the narration is the Draugr’s retelling of them.
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