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Speaker 1: of Darwin in North Australia, is thought to get its
Speaker 1: name from the term humpty dumpty, a phrase adopted in
Speaker 1: local vernacular to mean upside down. A fitting name perhaps,
Speaker 1: for like most of the country, the place sits squarely
Speaker 1: on an intersection of worlds. For, of course, it wasn't
Speaker 1: always known as hump dey Do, the country not always
Speaker 1: known as Australia. The first people to arrive here are
Speaker 1: thought to have done so over fifty thousand years ago,
Speaker 1: their descendants, the Larakia people, eventually settling in the area
Speaker 1: and living out a mostly peaceful existence in harmony with
Speaker 1: the elements of their world, taking only what they needed
Speaker 1: and fighting only to defend the territory that was crucial
Speaker 1: to their survival. Unbeknownst to the Larakia, however, there was
Speaker 1: another world occupying the exact same space as theirs, and
Speaker 1: one day it would begin to press in. Some knew
Speaker 1: of this place, already a place populated by people similar
Speaker 1: in some way but different in others. As they will discover,
Speaker 1: it is a place made not by Mangaraha or Nangan Burah,
Speaker 1: but by God Almighty. And it is a place where
Speaker 1: time and space is a very different thing. In this
Speaker 1: new world, it is the year eighteen thirty nine. Unlike
Speaker 1: that of the Larakia, its concept of land is not
Speaker 1: to see it as a shifting and breathing compatriot, but
Speaker 1: rather as something to be owned, worked and dominated. Slowly,
Speaker 1: over the years, this new world will in many ways
Speaker 1: supersede that of the Larakia. The clash of perspectives an
Speaker 1: ever continuing and controversial work in progress. But while our
Speaker 1: species battles amongst itself in its constant negotiation of worlds,
Speaker 1: it is not only each other's human worlds we encroach on,
Speaker 1: but those of things far more ancient. You need only
Speaker 1: take a short journey from the city of Darwin into
Speaker 1: the surrounding swamplands to find creatures with little concern for
Speaker 1: our conflicting stories and stories of conflict. They're camouflaged crocodile eyes,
Speaker 1: quietly observing all from as far back as two hundred
Speaker 1: million years ago. And what of the many other things
Speaker 1: hidden from view? Perhaps whoever we think we are, we
Speaker 1: will always be at the whim of unseen and unknown forces.
Speaker 1: You're listening to unexplained, and I'm Richard McClane Smith. Like
Speaker 1: most of the surrounding area of Darwin, Humpty Dew sees
Speaker 1: little rainfall in the major winter months of June, July
Speaker 1: and August, but as summer approaches, an invisible movement plays
Speaker 1: out that come the new year will bring vast changes.
Speaker 1: As the land absorbs the heat radiating from the sun,
Speaker 1: so too to the molecules in the air above it,
Speaker 1: sending them higher into the atmosphere. As they rise, Warm
Speaker 1: and humid airs over tropical oceans are drawn silently into
Speaker 1: the space, as if from nowhere. Thick dark shapes begin
Speaker 1: to materialize and swirl about in the sky, growing thicker
Speaker 1: and darker, until finally the unrelenting torrent of monsoon is unleashed.
Speaker 1: Some call it the wet others know it as the
Speaker 1: season of good joke. Come January, the rains can fall
Speaker 1: for twenty days of the month, delivering over four meters
Speaker 1: of water from the skies and with it some of
Speaker 1: the most dramatic and spine tingling thunderstorms you are ever
Speaker 1: likely to witness, much like the one being watched by
Speaker 1: five friends as they sit on their porch outside their
Speaker 1: home at ninety Mukmin's Drive, a modest but well kept
Speaker 1: four bedroom bungalow located just off the road at the
Speaker 1: end of a seventy meter gravel driveway, surrounded by a
Speaker 1: high wire fence and shrouded by trees. The property also
Speaker 1: boasted a decent sized swimming pool, as well as a
Speaker 1: large garage and outdoor bar area where the friends are
Speaker 1: currently gathered. In short, it was the perfect home for
Speaker 1: the young North Territorians. It is late January nineteen ninety
Speaker 1: eight and the friends are sipping on beer, enjoying each
Speaker 1: other's coy immersed in the spectacle unfolding before them. Sunset
Speaker 1: has colored the clouds into a wash of indigo and orange.
Speaker 1: From somewhere within them, a primal guttural rumble emerges, reverberating
Speaker 1: for miles around, followed by a sudden and vicious cracking.
Speaker 1: A pulsing of neon purple is followed by a crooked
Speaker 1: trail of electric blue leaping out from the clouds, scorching
Speaker 1: dendrite lines in the sky. Kirsty yelps with delight as
Speaker 1: another distant fork of lightning shoots down to the ground.
Speaker 1: Her partner, Andrew, a driller for the construction industry, sits
Speaker 1: beside her, along with their friends Jill, who worked in
Speaker 1: a local shop, and her partner Dave, a mechanic, and Murph,
Speaker 1: who worked as a commercial fisherman. Kirsty and Andrew were
Speaker 1: also proud parents to ten months old old Jasmine, who
Speaker 1: was currently lying sound asleep inside the house. As they
Speaker 1: continued to sit and enjoy the storm, the rain pelting
Speaker 1: down with ever greater intensity, Andrew gave a sudden cry
Speaker 1: of surprise. What was that? He said, as a pebble
Speaker 1: came to rest at his feet. Suddenly the whole group
Speaker 1: were being pelted by tiny stones. Some hitting their bodies,
Speaker 1: with others just clattering against the patio floor. The stones,
Speaker 1: about a centimeter in diameter, looked identical to the pieces
Speaker 1: of gravel that lined their driveway. The five looked about
Speaker 1: urgently for any sign of a culprit, suspecting that some
Speaker 1: practical jokers were playing a trick on them, with Kirsty
Speaker 1: and Andrew especially concerned since Jasmine was alone in the house.
Speaker 1: Dave and Mirth stepped out into the rain for a
Speaker 1: better look, but with its starting to get dark, there
Speaker 1: had little chance of spotting anything. A moment later, with
Speaker 1: the onslaught having stopped, the group returned to the verandah,
Speaker 1: only for it to immediately start up again. Entire fistfuls
Speaker 1: of pebbles flung into them from indiscernible directions. Tiring of
Speaker 1: whatever prank was being pulled, the group shouted into the
Speaker 1: surrounding darkness, vowing to teach the culprit's a lesson, before
Speaker 1: eventually deciding to continue their evening inside the house. Leading
Speaker 1: the group into the bungalow, Kirsty stepped into the kitchen
Speaker 1: and froze in horror. The pebbles were everywhere, scattered all
Speaker 1: over the kitchen table, the worktops, and across the floor.
Speaker 1: In a panic, she ran to check on Jasmine, but
Speaker 1: found her thankfully sound asleep, unaware of any intrusion. The
Speaker 1: others made a quick check of their home but found
Speaker 1: no sign of any one. And then it started again.
Speaker 1: Andrew saw the first one as it came to rest
Speaker 1: on the carpet at his feet, followed by another, then another,
Speaker 1: until there was a shower of pebbles dropping all about them.
Speaker 1: Yelling for whoever it was to cut it out, The
Speaker 1: tenants soon realized, with all the doors and windows closed,
Speaker 1: that they were the only people inside the building. The stones,
Speaker 1: which could only have come from outside, were bone dry,
Speaker 1: despite the torrential downpour, and they appeared to be materializing
Speaker 1: out of thin air. Thinking they might somehow be coming
Speaker 1: from the loft, Dave removed the cover to the attic
Speaker 1: and poked his head into the space, only to be
Speaker 1: showered again by pebbles tumbling down from somewhere above. But
Speaker 1: yet again there was nobody there. Ducking for cover, Andrew
Speaker 1: and Kirsty retreated to their bedroom, gasping in surprise when
Speaker 1: they saw the bed. It was also covered in pebbles,
Speaker 1: but that was only the beginning. Over the next few days,
Speaker 1: the housemates were terrorized, with a number of implements seemingly
Speaker 1: being thrown around the house by an unseen force. A
Speaker 1: CD player was wrenched from the wall and smashed on
Speaker 1: the floor. Ashtrays were sent shooting through the rooms, smashing
Speaker 1: into pieces against the walls. By the following week, the
Speaker 1: housemaids agreed that something must be done. None of them
Speaker 1: were particularly religious, but rather than risk ridicule by alerting
Speaker 1: the authorities, they turned first to the local church for help,
Speaker 1: who agreed to send some one out to the house
Speaker 1: the following day. That night, Kirsty and Andrew lay in bed,
Speaker 1: keeping an eye on their daughter, Jasmine, asleep in a
Speaker 1: nearby cot. Moments later, with the lights off and Andrew
Speaker 1: now snoring softly beside her, Kirsty heard a strange noise
Speaker 1: emanating from out of the dark of the room. It
Speaker 1: was the sound of something scratching, perhaps a critter outside,
Speaker 1: she thought, until slowly it grew louder and closer, sounding
Speaker 1: for all the world like it was creeping along the
Speaker 1: wall towards her. Now, who scared to move, Kirsty could
Speaker 1: only listen with terror as the source of the noise
Speaker 1: continued to draw near, the sound getting louder. The movement
Speaker 1: of it was unmistakable. It was as if somebody was
Speaker 1: crawling through the wall, and then it stopped. Kirsty hurriedly
Speaker 1: switched on the light, but found only her partner and
Speaker 1: daughter in there with her. The only sound the gentle
Speaker 1: breathing of baby Jasmine and the softly snoring Andrew. When father,
Speaker 1: Stephen Desza arrived the following day, he found the tenants
Speaker 1: severely sleep deprived and deeply upset. After being welcomed into
Speaker 1: the house, Desuza had only just turned to walk out
Speaker 1: of the kitchen when someone shouted for him to duck.
Speaker 1: Turning back, he was horrified to see a stake knife
Speaker 1: being straight toward him. He threw his hands up to
Speaker 1: protect himself, only to see the knife stop in mid
Speaker 1: air and fall straight to the floor without a bounce.
Speaker 1: It was as if it had connected with something invisible
Speaker 1: standing right in front of him. After witnessing a number
Speaker 1: of similar incidents that morning, to Suzer was convinced that
Speaker 1: a restless spirit had been unleashed in the house, perhaps
Speaker 1: drawn there by one of the tenants. It was to
Speaker 1: Salz's opinion that, unbeknownst to themselves, this tenant was a
Speaker 1: natural medium, unable to offer much more than prayer. The
Speaker 1: priest assured the housemates that whatever it was would leave
Speaker 1: them soon. The next day, as if de Soza's reassuring
Speaker 1: presence had been enough, the bizarre activity ceased. Three days later, however,
Speaker 1: it was back. Are you always taking care of your family?
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Speaker 1: slash unexplained podcast now thoroughly spooted by Dosza's conclusion. At
Speaker 1: the first sign of further activity, the tenants wasted little
Speaker 1: time in contacting the church again, but this time local
Speaker 1: parish priest Tom English agreed to assist them. Like Desoza,
Speaker 1: Within moments of his arrival, English was treated to a
Speaker 1: barrage of flying objects sent whizzing about his head. As
Speaker 1: English would later remark, each object came flying across rooms
Speaker 1: or through doorways, with no one remotely near wherever they
Speaker 1: must have come from. Things took a more ominous turn
Speaker 1: when English felt something flop onto his foot and looked
Speaker 1: down to find a pistol cartridge coming to rest on
Speaker 1: the carpet. English instinctively reached for his Bible and began
Speaker 1: to read from the Book of Psalms. Then, as he
Speaker 1: gently intoned the words, he reached with his free hand
Speaker 1: into his pocket and pulled out a vial of holy water.
Speaker 1: Unscrewing the bottle with his fingers, He proceeded to flick
Speaker 1: it into the corners of the room. A loud crash
Speaker 1: was heard as another ashtray smashed and splintered against the wall,
Speaker 1: fragments of glass littering the floor. On he continued throughout
Speaker 1: the house, making sure to bless every room. At each
Speaker 1: flick of the water, another crash would be heard, followed
Speaker 1: by the appearance of random objects on the floor, spanners, batteries,
Speaker 1: spark plugs, and more bullets. Reverent English left the flatmates
Speaker 1: with a cruise affix and a bible, completely dumb struck
Speaker 1: by what he had seen. Some days they would be
Speaker 1: treated to a single incident, sometimes nothing at all. Other
Speaker 1: days the tenants would be forced to endure a bombardment
Speaker 1: of articles for hours at a time. Strangely, they were
Speaker 1: never hurt by any of the objects, and any that
Speaker 1: did hit them would only ever do so with the
Speaker 1: lightest of touches. As the end of March approaches, the
Speaker 1: rains are beginning to lighten, the floodwaters beginning to recede,
Speaker 1: and the skies starting to clear. What follows is the
Speaker 1: season of bangar Rang, the time of great storms before
Speaker 1: the relative calm of the coming winter months. Since everything
Speaker 1: had begun The tenants had been cautious, only to talk
Speaker 1: to close friends about their experiences, weary of what others
Speaker 1: might think. In late March, they invite a couple, Annette
Speaker 1: and Lloyd, over to the house to witness the events
Speaker 1: for themselves. They will not be disappointed. Almost immediately, they
Speaker 1: are bombarded by objects that ricochet through the house. Then
Speaker 1: a strange rustling noise alerts the group to movement in
Speaker 1: the hallway. Stepping through to investigate, they find a large
Speaker 1: cross and what looks like a trident made from a
Speaker 1: pile of pebbles on the floor. Dave approaches it, noticing
Speaker 1: something especially peculiar. The pebbles are stacked in rows on
Speaker 1: top of each other, as if something were holding them
Speaker 1: in place. Slowly he bends down to touch them, but
Speaker 1: at the moment of contact, something extraordinary occurs. The stones
Speaker 1: scatter in every direction, flying off against the walls and
Speaker 1: down the hallway. Though all of this was undoubtedly strange,
Speaker 1: the housemates had by now become accustomed to the peculiar events,
Speaker 1: and although unnerved at times, they had never felt truly
Speaker 1: threatened by what they had seen. But all that was
Speaker 1: about to change. One morning in early April, with storm
Speaker 1: winds swirling and battering against the outside of the house.
Speaker 1: Andrew has just made his way into the shower when
Speaker 1: he notices something unexpected on the floor, a pile of
Speaker 1: pebbles fashioned with some precision into the word car, and
Speaker 1: next to it another word made from an assemblance of
Speaker 1: scrabble block that spelt out skin. Unsure what the two
Speaker 1: words could mean, Andrew heads off to inform the others,
Speaker 1: wandering into the living room to find Kirsty staring aghast
Speaker 1: at something recently scrawled onto the wall. Fire and help.
Speaker 1: And there is one final word, but Mirth hadn't needed
Speaker 1: to see it to know what it all meant, and
Speaker 1: when the others saw it, they understood too. There on
Speaker 1: the wall, scrawled in dark blue ink, was a name Troy.
Speaker 1: Earlier that year, on the seventeenth of January nineteen ninety eight,
Speaker 1: shortly before the strange events began, Mirth's best friend, Troy Radats,
Speaker 1: had been driving with another friend in a loaded with
Speaker 1: paint thinner barely two kilometers from ninety mcminn's drive. The
Speaker 1: vehicle was involved in a crash, resulting in a catastrophic explosion,
Speaker 1: immersing the car in a ball of flame. The twenty
Speaker 1: four year old Troy and his passenger were burned alive,
Speaker 1: but as Murth was quick to spot, something about the
Speaker 1: name was off. Troy spelt his name with an O
Speaker 1: U and a Y. Whoever wrote this message had left
Speaker 1: out the U. Deeply troubled by the latest turn in events,
Speaker 1: the friends discussed everything that night. Could it really be
Speaker 1: the spirit of their deceased friend, concluding that surely Troy
Speaker 1: would know how to spell his name. Their relief at
Speaker 1: realizing it wasn't their friend was only a temporary one.
Speaker 1: After all. If it wasn't Troy, then who or what
Speaker 1: was it. Despite the housemate's best efforts to keep the
Speaker 1: strange events to themselves, it wasn't long before the local
Speaker 1: media got wind of the apparent poltergeist terrorizing the occupants
Speaker 1: of ninety Mukmen's Drive. Two reporters from the local paper,
Speaker 1: The Litchfield Times arrived to interview the residence and within
Speaker 1: minutes were showered in pebbles raining down on them from
Speaker 1: inside the house. However, when they published their article, Kirsty Andrew, Dave,
Speaker 1: Jill and Mirth's worst fears were realized. Not only were
Speaker 1: they ridiculed, for their troubles, but few were willing to
Speaker 1: believe they hadn't staged the whole thing for publicity. Worst
Speaker 1: for Kirsty were those who criticized her as a stay
Speaker 1: at home mother for allowing such a charade to continue.
Speaker 1: The article had also attracted the attention of their landlords,
Speaker 1: who soon after turned up at the property. Horrified to
Speaker 1: find the place in such a state of disarray. With
Speaker 1: little patience for their tenants outlandish explanation for the mess,
Speaker 1: their landlords demanded they vacate the premises immediately. The magistrate's
Speaker 1: court were similarly unsympathetic, but luckily for the tenants, upheld
Speaker 1: their right to stay after it was established that the
Speaker 1: house itself hadn't been damaged, only the private property of
Speaker 1: the residence. When producers of the pill Sydney based Channel
Speaker 1: seven show Today to Night contacted the housemates around the
Speaker 1: same time, it seemed the perfect opportunity to prove the
Speaker 1: skeptics wrong. Though some suggested that two thousand dollar fee
Speaker 1: they received in return had been more of a motivating factor,
Speaker 1: four hundred dollars apiece seemed scant consolation for putting themselves
Speaker 1: out there once more. Over the course of five days,
Speaker 1: a two person camera crew, along with program presenter Greg Quayle,
Speaker 1: two Darwin based camera operators Danny simm and Jared City,
Speaker 1: and Sydney journalist Max Anderson, kept a constant vigil at
Speaker 1: the property. Their initial intention had been to expose what
Speaker 1: they assumed to be a hoax, but would soon be
Speaker 1: forced to change their approach. Like other visitors before them,
Speaker 1: they were treated to a host of strange phenomen from
Speaker 1: falling pebbles to flying cutlery and smashed glass. Not once
Speaker 1: did they see any of the house's residence initiating it. However,
Speaker 1: despite the hours of footage they recorded, neither did they
Speaker 1: manage to catch the phenomena in action, but they did
Speaker 1: find something intriguing. A building maintenance expert was flown in
Speaker 1: to conduct thermal imaging of the objects in the moment
Speaker 1: after they were thrown. Ordinarily, an object thrown by human
Speaker 1: hands would show residual heat marks where the fingers had been.
Speaker 1: What they found instead, time after time was a uniform
Speaker 1: heat that covered the entirety of the object. After a
Speaker 1: week of filming, Sym and Sootie stayed on to capture
Speaker 1: more footage while the best of the team went home.
Speaker 1: When the Channel seven crew returned to their offices, chief
Speaker 1: editor Jimmy Hamilton found them spooked and unsettled by the experience.
Speaker 1: A few days later, the first part of the show aired.
Speaker 1: It portrayed an every day bunch of flatmates seemingly besieged
Speaker 1: by a series of strange happenings, with Quail vowing to
Speaker 1: find the ultimate proof of it. In the following episode.
Speaker 1: When the editor reviewed the next batch of footage, however,
Speaker 1: everything changed. Jim Sootie had finally captured some action on camera,
Speaker 1: a plastic pot lid that had flown across the family
Speaker 1: room and collided with the far wall. Only Kirsty had
Speaker 1: been present in the room at the time, standing to
Speaker 1: the side quietly folding clothes. Looking back at the footage
Speaker 1: at the moment lid appeared, the editor had caught sight
Speaker 1: of something reflected in a mirror at the far side
Speaker 1: of the shot. It was Kirsty, who had almost imperceptibly
Speaker 1: flinched just before the lid came into view, fearing they
Speaker 1: had been made to look like fools. When the second
Speaker 1: show aired, it was a somewhat different piece that claimed
Speaker 1: Kirsty as the orchestrator of a hoax. Later, Quail, admittedly
Speaker 1: exasperated by the revelation, called Kirsty and demanded to know,
Speaker 1: in no uncertain terms if she had been responsible. Quail
Speaker 1: will later say that she eventually confessed that she was.
Speaker 1: Although after the airing of To Day to Night's second episode,
Speaker 1: he were quick to draw a line under the events
Speaker 1: alleged to have occurred at ninety mcminn's drive, a few
Speaker 1: more details had yet to come to light. Channel seven
Speaker 1: may have washed their hands of the tenants, but it
Speaker 1: seemed whatever was plague in them had little intention of
Speaker 1: doing the same. According to researchers Tony Healy and Paul Cropper,
Speaker 1: the apparent poltergeist activity continued for some time after the
Speaker 1: film crew had left. When they spoke to Kirsty about
Speaker 1: her conversation with Quail, she maintained that she never once
Speaker 1: admitted to being responsible for the activity. Healy and Cropper
Speaker 1: would themselves go on to witness an assortment of strange things,
Speaker 1: along with a number of journalists who also visited the property.
Speaker 1: Nicky Voss, chief of staff at the Northern Territory News,
Speaker 1: together with her camera operator, had been hit by pebbles
Speaker 1: in the back of their neck, despite both standing against
Speaker 1: the wall at the time. While interviewing Kirsty, ABC reporter
Speaker 1: Tracy Ferrar, a trained technician, claimed to have received electric
Speaker 1: shocks from the microphone and even described witnessing a TV
Speaker 1: remote being lifted unaided into the air. I know what
Speaker 1: I saw, she would later tell fellow journalist Frank Robson
Speaker 1: of the Sydney Morning Herald, and it wasn't a hoax.
Speaker 1: Jim Soutie, who had been in the room with Kirsty
Speaker 1: when he caught the footage of the controversial flying lid
Speaker 1: slamming into a wall, maintained that she hadn't thrown anything
Speaker 1: at all. Journalist Frank Robson would also witness the same
Speaker 1: extraordinary goings on, finding no evidence that it had been
Speaker 1: perpetrated by the house it's residence, and there was one
Speaker 1: final revelation. Although it is true that nothing peculiar had
Speaker 1: occurred at the house before Troy Raddatz's death in early January,
Speaker 1: if you were looking at that for an explanation, it
Speaker 1: was also about this time that Kirsty, Jasmine and Andrew
Speaker 1: moved into the property. It wouldn't be until some time
Speaker 1: after the escalation of events at mcminn's drive that Andrew
Speaker 1: had ever given it much thought, though the flatmates maintained
Speaker 1: Kirsty was not deliberately responsible. It had happened before, back
Speaker 1: when Kirsty and Andrew had lived in Bachelor, a town
Speaker 1: sixty od kilometers south of Humpty. The pair had then
Speaker 1: also been plagued by hailing stones, but had put it
Speaker 1: down to local kids messing about. Some time after, Andrew
Speaker 1: took a job working a drill on a construction site
Speaker 1: in the coastal suburb of Gosford in New South Wales.
Speaker 1: At some point one of the workers had entered the
Speaker 1: mess to grab a coffee mug, only to find that
Speaker 1: they had mysteriously all vanished. The cups later appeared dotted
Speaker 1: about the site in odd and hard to reach places,
Speaker 1: sometimes perched high on top of tall posts or the
Speaker 1: roofs of surrounding buildings. The strange event had coincided with
Speaker 1: the arrival of a new member of staff in the mess, Kirsty.
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