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[01:38] Hey, everybody, and welcome to The Paranormal Portal. I'm your host, Brent Thomas. Thank you so much for joining us today. We've got an epic show ahead, but just remember, if any of you have experiences you'd like to share, I'd love to hear from you. You can either email me at paranormalportalradio.gmail.com or head over to paranormalportal.net and scroll down and find the button that says Interview Me, and that'll allow you to look at a calendar of possible times and dates and find a date that works for you. Love to hear your stories, so definitely get in touch with me. 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 and 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 stopped 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 9th, 1985, the night of their daughter Heather's confirmation. Janet was in the kitchen with Heather and Shannon, pinning 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. Not 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 smurls 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 nights 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 Well, 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 Smurls 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 by then. It was like holding their breath, waiting for the next terrifying event. 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 Smurls 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 was no longer felt ordinary at all. And the Smurls were not alone in that kind of fear. 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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. 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 Pritchards 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 Gene woke to found the figure there in the bedroom with them, a 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 Pritchards. 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 Pritchards, 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 incident could come without warning, and where the figure they called the Black Monk seemed to remain tied to at all. The haunting had already gone far beyond strange events in the home. It had become violence, 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 the 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 touch 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 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 intense simply could not sustain itself forever. Maybe whatever had taken hold in the house was somehow tied 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 determined to break its way into every part of their lives. And now I'd like to take a moment to thank our second sponsor of tonight's show. 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[29:03] When Latoya Ammons moved her family 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, more 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 in 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 in 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 night, 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, rest 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 home could be forced to let go. And as the family told their story, the haunting in Gary 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. But 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 light-headed, 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 Maginot 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 on 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 Ammons 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 1974, Doris Bither was living with her 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 distances. 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-shaped 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 Barry Taft and Kerry Gaynor in 1974, Doris was no longer looking for someone to tell her the house made strange noises. She was looking for someone who might believe that she was under attack. When Taft and Gaynor 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' 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' 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' bedroom, while the people gathered inside that house tried to make sense of what they were seeing. The people in that house were not just watching anymore. They were trying to catch whatever was happening before it vanished once again. Cameras were brought into Doris' bedroom. Photographer Dick Thompson took position there while Doris challenged the presence to show itself. Well, 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 overtaking by something dark. And that's what makes violent hauntings so disturbing. And thank you again so much for all your love and support. And remember, if you want to follow the Paranormal Portal, probably the easiest way is to head over to ParanormalPortal.net. And that's the homepage for the Paranormal Portal. And you'll find links to all of our different social media and sites and information about the shows, including our YouTube channel, which is YouTube.com slash Paranormal Portal. Or just look for Paranormal Portal on Google or whatever search engine, and you'll find links to our social media such as Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, and Twitter. So we're kind of all over the place and we're spreading as well as we can. But anyway, thank you so much for the love and support. You all take care and remember, we love you all. Be good, be kind, be nice. Take care of each other, help each other out, find the magic in every day and remember to laugh as much as you can. Until next time.