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Speaker 1: That night, Zoe was restless, lying in bed with her
Speaker 1: boyfriend's stan Fast asleep beside her. She had noticed a strange,
Speaker 1: diffuse light that appeared to be emanating from just inside
Speaker 1: the bedroom window. Nudging Stan awake, she gestured toward the
Speaker 1: far end of the room. Seeing it now too, he
Speaker 1: sat up, trying to comprehend what he was looking at.
Speaker 1: Before he had time to think, Soie was already up
Speaker 1: and flicking on the main light, nervously looking about the room,
Speaker 1: before turning it off again. With the room shrouded once
Speaker 1: more in darkness, the peculiar light appeared to have gone.
Speaker 1: Must have been something from outside, said Stan, as he
Speaker 1: rolled on to his side and closed his eyes. Soe
Speaker 1: rubbed her arms, suddenly feeling a little cold, and moved
Speaker 1: over to the window. Peering down through the curtains to
Speaker 1: the quiet street below, she could see the soft sodium
Speaker 1: of a street light illuminating the pavement on the far
Speaker 1: side of the road. That must have been it, she thought.
Speaker 1: She pulled the curtains tighter and got back into bed.
Speaker 1: Before she could get comfortable, however, she saw once again
Speaker 1: that the strange light had returned. Stan whispered Zoe. He
Speaker 1: opened his eyes for a moment before turning away again
Speaker 1: on to his side. I told you it's just something
Speaker 1: from outside, but Stan, said Zoe. It's moving. Stan paused
Speaker 1: before turning to look at Zoe, and then towards the
Speaker 1: end of the room, what at first seemed like a
Speaker 1: light was more like a misty white shadow now, and
Speaker 1: it was moving away from the window and further into
Speaker 1: the room. Stan's hands gripped tighter on the covers. The
Speaker 1: pair froze as the amorphous shadow of light continued to
Speaker 1: move around the room before stopping at the end of
Speaker 1: the bed. Stan shot under the covers in terror, but
Speaker 1: Zoe couldn't take her eyes off it. She reached out
Speaker 1: her hand, drawing closer and closer until she was near
Speaker 1: enough to touch it, and then as quickly as it
Speaker 1: had appeared, it vanished. You're listening to Unexplained and I'm
Speaker 1: Richard McClean Smith. The following morning, Zoe and Stan weren't
Speaker 1: quite sure what, if anything, they had seen. An embarrassed
Speaker 1: Stan left early for work, leaving a perplexed Zoe to
Speaker 1: explain the events to her housemate Rosemary. The two of
Speaker 1: them lived together in Flat number twenty four of Frankom House,
Speaker 1: a five story red bricked council housing block built in
Speaker 1: the late nineteen thirties. It was located on the corner
Speaker 1: of Frankam Street and Deptford Church Street in southeast London,
Speaker 1: forming part of the area's Crossfield Estate. The estate had
Speaker 1: been built over a ten year period as part of
Speaker 1: a major regeneration drive to improve housing in the local area,
Speaker 1: but had itself in recent times come under threat of demolition.
Speaker 1: In early nineteen seventy three, builders had moved in to
Speaker 1: widen the adjacent road, and now the council were considering
Speaker 1: the partial removal of some of the housing blocks on
Speaker 1: the estate to make way for it. It was shortly
Speaker 1: after builders moved in that Zoe's peculiar experience had taken
Speaker 1: place that morning. However, recounting the story to Rosemary, she
Speaker 1: couldn't help but feel a little bit stupid. Most likely,
Speaker 1: as Stan had suggested, it really was just a trick
Speaker 1: of the light. Twenty one year old Zoey had moved
Speaker 1: into the flat the previous year, shortly after giving birth
Speaker 1: to her baby Natalie. The pair shared the apartment with
Speaker 1: the twenty eight year old Rosemary, her eight and three
Speaker 1: year old daughters Donna and Jennifer, and her seven year
Speaker 1: old son Mark. Though neither was particularly superstitious. With their
Speaker 1: young children also living in the flat with them, they
Speaker 1: could be forgiven a slight sense of apprehension at the
Speaker 1: thought of something strange happening inside their home. They had
Speaker 1: soon forgotten the incident, however, until a few weeks later,
Speaker 1: when Zoey, who worked as a nurse, returned to the
Speaker 1: flat after a long shift to find a putrid smell
Speaker 1: filling the apartment. She had come across that smell before
Speaker 1: at work. It was the smell of rotting flesh. Rosemary
Speaker 1: had recently adopted a puppy. Perhaps it had brought something
Speaker 1: into the flat, thought Zoey, Yet despite scouring the place
Speaker 1: from top to bottom, she found no obvious source. When
Speaker 1: Rosemarie returned with the children later that day, they spent
Speaker 1: the evening pulling back furniture and disinfecting the property, even
Speaker 1: spraying air freshener everywhere, but it was to no avail.
Speaker 1: Nothing could shake it. The following day the stench persisted.
Speaker 1: Being Saturday, the families took the opportunity to get out
Speaker 1: for the day, hoping the odor would dissipate by the
Speaker 1: time they had got back. Returning later that evening, they
Speaker 1: were somewhat disappointed to find it still very much lingering.
Speaker 1: Zoe took little convincing to stay it stands for the night,
Speaker 1: leaving the others to deal with it alone. Doing their
Speaker 1: best to ignore it, the family would eventually bed down
Speaker 1: for the night and find some sleep. It was sometime
Speaker 1: around one a m. When Rosemary awoke with a start.
Speaker 1: The room was pitch black, but as her eyes slowly adjusted,
Speaker 1: she could just make out the figure of a man
Speaker 1: standing at the foot of her bed, watching her. Assuming
Speaker 1: it to be her boyfriend Lloyd, who had mentioned possibly
Speaker 1: heading over that night, Rosemary watched in silence as the
Speaker 1: figure turned and walked straight out at the bedroom without
Speaker 1: saying a word. Lloyd whispered Rosemary into the night, but
Speaker 1: there was no reply. Feeling suddenly unsure, she stepped from
Speaker 1: the bed and peered into the darkness of the corridor,
Speaker 1: looking down to the far end. Although the living room
Speaker 1: door was closed, she could see the room's light was on,
Speaker 1: softly shining out from under the door. Lloyd she whispered again,
Speaker 1: but still there was no response. After checking to make
Speaker 1: sure that there was no one in the kitchen, Rosemary
Speaker 1: cautiously made her way toward the living room. Stopping outside
Speaker 1: the door, she could just make out an airy scratching
Speaker 1: sound coming from within. Slowly she opened the door, but
Speaker 1: there was nobody inside the room. The sound, she now realized,
Speaker 1: had been coming from the record player, which had inexplicably
Speaker 1: been turned on. She watched for a moment, mesmerized by
Speaker 1: the empty table as it spun round and round, listening
Speaker 1: to the scratch of the needle as it dragged against
Speaker 1: the empty plate. With a rising sense of panic, she
Speaker 1: hurried to check on the children in the other rooms
Speaker 1: and found them all sound asleep, with no sign of
Speaker 1: an intruder, or Lloyd, for that matter, anywhere. Finally making
Speaker 1: her way to the front door, Rosemary double checked the locks,
Speaker 1: finding them just as she had left them earlier that night.
Speaker 1: Now thoroughly spooted, Rosemary switched off the living room light
Speaker 1: and returned to bed. After eventually getting back to sleep,
Speaker 1: she was woken just before seven by an unexpected brightness,
Speaker 1: surprised to find her bedroom light had been switched on.
Speaker 1: In fact, as she would discover soon after, every light
Speaker 1: in the house had been turned on again, there was
Speaker 1: no sign of anybody else other than her children, who
Speaker 1: were still sound asleep in their beds. A few hours later,
Speaker 1: while helping her daughters get dressed, Rosemary went to the
Speaker 1: spare room to get clean clothes. She opened the door
Speaker 1: and let out a stifled cry. The room had been
Speaker 1: completely smashed up. The bed had been stripped and the
Speaker 1: mattress tossed to the bottom of the room. All her
Speaker 1: children's clothes had been wrenched from their drawers and scattered
Speaker 1: across the floor. And in the middle of the room
Speaker 1: sat a small rocking horse, which until that morning had
Speaker 1: been perched high on top of the wardrobe. Then she
Speaker 1: spotted something else lying on the floor, a golliwog doll
Speaker 1: of her daughters, its head torn off and the stuffing
Speaker 1: ripped out of it. Although quite popular with many white
Speaker 1: families at the time, the dolls designed in the image
Speaker 1: of a black face minstrel have since been broadly recognized
Speaker 1: as racist and offensive depictions of black men. All other
Speaker 1: dolls in the room had been left curiously untouched. There
Speaker 1: was something else too. The wind was wide open, However,
Speaker 1: as Rosemary looked down at the sheer drop two flights below,
Speaker 1: it was clear that nobody could have climbed in or
Speaker 1: out of it. Later that day, having confirmed that her
Speaker 1: boyfriend Lloyd had been nowhere near the flat, a deeply
Speaker 1: shaken Rosemary accompanied by her three small children, made her
Speaker 1: way up the road to Saint Paul's Church. Terrified that
Speaker 1: she was going mad, she relayed the events to Cannon
Speaker 1: David Diamond, who listened with patience and concern to her story.
Speaker 1: Though he wasn't free to see the flat for himself,
Speaker 1: he gave her a crucifix to install in the apartment.
Speaker 1: A short time later, Rosemary returned home, joined by friends
Speaker 1: and neighbors Linda and the aptly named Missus Mystery. Stepping
Speaker 1: into the damaged bedroom, Mystery was immediately gripped by a
Speaker 1: profoundly unsettling sensation. Blood drained from her face, and the
Speaker 1: hairs rose on the back of her neck. Certain that
Speaker 1: whatever had been here was violently angry. Together the friends
Speaker 1: cleaned up the room and placed the crucifix on the wall.
Speaker 1: At Linda's suggestion, the nervous Rosemary also scattered garlic throughout
Speaker 1: the room to ward off any evil spirits. That night,
Speaker 1: with Lloyd staying over this time, Rosemary slept soundly with
Speaker 1: no repeat of the previous night's disturbances. The next day,
Speaker 1: Priest Diamond arrived, and, sensing something of an unquiet spirit,
Speaker 1: he offered up a solemn requiem Mass, also known as
Speaker 1: the Mass for the dead. The Mass, as the Catholic
Speaker 1: Rosemary knew well, was usually given at funerals in an
Speaker 1: effort to bring rest to the souls of the cease.
Speaker 1: But Rosemary was confused. Why would he need to say
Speaker 1: it in her apartment, she asked, as Diamond explained this
Speaker 1: wasn't the first time he had given the Mass at
Speaker 1: Frankom House. In fact, he had been hearing reports for
Speaker 1: some time that the place was haunted. As it would transpire,
Speaker 1: there had been another building here before the council knocked
Speaker 1: it down to build the estate. It was a church
Speaker 1: demolished in the nineteen thirties, and Frankom House had been
Speaker 1: built right on top of its cemetery. Perhaps the recent
Speaker 1: building work had disturbed something in the soil. But Rosemary
Speaker 1: shouldn't worry, said Diamond. The spirits wouldn't be bothering her now,
Speaker 1: and he was right. For a short time at least.
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Speaker 1: slash Unexplained podcast. Hattie Smith and husband Jim had lived
Speaker 1: at Number sixteen for twenty seven years when they accepted
Speaker 1: the council's offer to move out as part of their
Speaker 1: redevelopment plans for the area, and they couldn't have been
Speaker 1: happier for the opportunity. All six of their children had
Speaker 1: at some point grown up in the Frankeom House flat
Speaker 1: and all had strange stories to tell. The family had
Speaker 1: always kept it to themselves, not ever quite sure of
Speaker 1: what they had experienced, but also concerned with what others
Speaker 1: might think. Hattie had often sensed a presents when alone
Speaker 1: in the apartment, and at times had even felt something
Speaker 1: touching her or pulling at her clothes. Lights would frequently
Speaker 1: turn off and on of their own accord. Hattie's daughter
Speaker 1: Shirley saw shadows moving about the flat and heard odd
Speaker 1: noises late at night, as if furniture was being moved around,
Speaker 1: only to find the next morning that nothing had been touched.
Speaker 1: Another daughter, Sylvia, had spent an entire night staring with
Speaker 1: horror at her bedroom door as the handle moved up
Speaker 1: and down the door, seemingly being opened and shut by
Speaker 1: something unseen. One time, a neighbor late one evening thought
Speaker 1: she caught sight of Hattie's husband, Jim, standing at one
Speaker 1: of the windows just inside their apartment. Only the flat
Speaker 1: had been empty at the time. The strange events seemed
Speaker 1: to have abated until that final year before they moved
Speaker 1: and the workmen moved into the area. It was late
Speaker 1: one Tuesday night when Hattie returned home from playing bingo
Speaker 1: with Jim away for work, and the children having left
Speaker 1: home many years before, Hattie was completely alone when she
Speaker 1: put a pile of dirty washing in the bath to
Speaker 1: soak overnight before retiring to bed. The next morning, she
Speaker 1: was woken at seven thirty am by the sound of
Speaker 1: fast running water racing into the bathroom. She found it
Speaker 1: gushing out of the tap. With the tub almost full,
Speaker 1: Hattie hurriedly turned it off and looked down at the water.
Speaker 1: It was the strangest thing. At the very bottom were
Speaker 1: her clothes soaking in a layer of dark, dirty water,
Speaker 1: but then on top an entirely other layer, completely clear.
Speaker 1: Whatever it was, it was back. A few weeks later,
Speaker 1: Hattie was cleaning the bathroom when the door suddenly closed
Speaker 1: behind her. Turning to pull it open, she found it
Speaker 1: had stuck fast, as if it had been locked from
Speaker 1: the outside side. Hattie called out to Jim for help,
Speaker 1: pulling furiously at the handle. Looking down, she screamed in
Speaker 1: terror at the sight of a hand sticking out from
Speaker 1: under the door. Jim arrived moments later, opening the door
Speaker 1: with ease. It had been unlocked the whole time. The
Speaker 1: Smiths left their apartment. In February of nineteen seventy four.
Speaker 1: It was around the same time that Hattie's friend and neighbor,
Speaker 1: Beatrice Goringe, first experienced her own peculiar happenings. Beatrice lived
Speaker 1: next door at number seventeen, and things had never been
Speaker 1: quite the same since her husband died the year before.
Speaker 1: It started with the knocking, short quiet taps that seemed
Speaker 1: to come from within the walls. Then other sounds were heard,
Speaker 1: like something being dragged across the floor. One night, early
Speaker 1: in the new year, the fifty six year old Beatrice
Speaker 1: had just said goodbye to her daughter, who had come
Speaker 1: to visit, when she turned back into the flat and
Speaker 1: noticed the bathroom door swing closed. She called out, but
Speaker 1: received no reply, hearing only voices coming from the radio
Speaker 1: in the living room. Tiptoeing down toward the bathroom, she
Speaker 1: felt the temperature drop suddenly. She pushed open the bathroom door,
Speaker 1: but found nobody inside. Now feeling very cold, she listened
Speaker 1: with alarm as the volume on the radio in the
Speaker 1: other room was suddenly turned down. Hello, she said, but
Speaker 1: again there was no reply. Moving slowly into the living room,
Speaker 1: she headed to the radio and turned the dial back up,
Speaker 1: but the volume wouldn't shift. When Beatrice stepped out of
Speaker 1: the room. A moment later, the radio blared out at
Speaker 1: full volume, rushing back in. She wrenched the cord from
Speaker 1: the wall and stood for a moment in the silence.
Speaker 1: That night, Beatrice awoke in the dim light of the
Speaker 1: late evening to find what appeared to be the faint
Speaker 1: outline of a figure standing at the end of her bed.
Speaker 1: Too terrified to move, Beatrice waited until morning before packing
Speaker 1: a bag and racing to her mother's, where she would
Speaker 1: spend the night for the next few weeks. Friends suggested
Speaker 1: the figure she had seen was her recently deceased husband,
Speaker 1: but she insisted it wasn't. Her husband had been quite short,
Speaker 1: but this figure was something else, entirely tall and oddly shaped.
Speaker 1: Back inside number twenty four. A few nights later, Rosemary
Speaker 1: was woken by the sound of the baby crying. With
Speaker 1: Zoe out for the evening. She was just getting up
Speaker 1: to see to her when she heard the cry of
Speaker 1: leave me alone coming from her daughter's bedroom, But when
Speaker 1: she entered there was no one there except for Donna
Speaker 1: and her sister, Jennifer. I'm frightened, said Donna, as her
Speaker 1: mother tried to comfort her. For the next few days,
Speaker 1: the family are plagued by doors in the property that
Speaker 1: continually open and close on their own. When a friend
Speaker 1: hears of the latest events, she convinces Rosemary and Zoe
Speaker 1: to try out a wijiboard in an attempt to communicate
Speaker 1: with whatever is haunting their home. One night in early March,
Speaker 1: with the children fast asleep, Rosemary, Zoe, and her boyfriend
Speaker 1: Stan set themselves around the kitchen table, having crudely constructed
Speaker 1: their own numbers and lettering, and place them in a
Speaker 1: circle around a glass with their fingers on the vessel.
Speaker 1: Rosemary asks quietly if anybody is there. Slowly, the glass
Speaker 1: begins to move, stopping next to the word yes. Are
Speaker 1: you a good or bad? Spirit cuts in Zoe. Rosemary
Speaker 1: gasps as the glass makes its way across the table,
Speaker 1: first to the letter B, then to the A, and
Speaker 1: finally to the D. Cut it out stand, says Zoe.
Speaker 1: But I'm not doing anything, he says. To prove it,
Speaker 1: he takes his finger from the glass and asks a
Speaker 1: question that neither of the others could possibly know. What's
Speaker 1: the first initial of my brother's name, he says, with
Speaker 1: a deep breath. Slowly, again, the glass begins to move.
Speaker 1: Sliding across to the letter j Zoe looks to stand,
Speaker 1: whose face has already gone white. Another session ends with
Speaker 1: the glass repeatedly spelling out goodbye and shooting off the
Speaker 1: table into Rosemary's lap. One evening, after a particularly fraught session,
Speaker 1: Zoe was too scared to sleep alone and spent the
Speaker 1: night with Rosemary. The following morning, she returned to her
Speaker 1: room to find it completely trashed, with everything from the
Speaker 1: top of her dresser swept onto the floor, including a crucifix,
Speaker 1: bottles of perfume, and her nurse's book. The chair in
Speaker 1: her room had been moved next to the book, as
Speaker 1: if some one had just recently been sitting in it.
Speaker 1: Zoe moved out the following month. Shortly before Zoe left,
Speaker 1: a local journalist caught wind of the strange events taking
Speaker 1: place at Frankom House. A series of short articles printed
Speaker 1: in the Southeast London Mercury, in turn caught the attention
Speaker 1: of Society of Psychical Research member Hugh Pincot, who promptly
Speaker 1: made arrangements to speak with some of the residents. Pincot
Speaker 1: found Rosemary and her family deeply traumatized by the recent events. However,
Speaker 1: despite holding a number of further seances. Together with Rosemary
Speaker 1: and Zoe, Pincot was unable to gleam any substantial information
Speaker 1: about what exactly had been taking place. One night, soon
Speaker 1: after Rosemary is woken by her daughter Donna's screams, there
Speaker 1: had been a tall man with a large beard standing
Speaker 1: at the back of her room, she said between sobs,
Speaker 1: as her mother looked on aghast. Not long after, the
Speaker 1: building works taken place around the property finally came to
Speaker 1: an end, and so too did the strange occurrences within
Speaker 1: the walls of Frankem House. Despite everything that had happened,
Speaker 1: there seemed no trace of the apparent haunting that had
Speaker 1: taken place at the property, except for one thing. When
Speaker 1: Hugh Pincot eventually managed to track down Hattie Smith, she
Speaker 1: was keen to finally be able to share her experiences.
Speaker 1: Taking a picture from a family photo album, she passed
Speaker 1: it to mister Pincot. It had been taken by one
Speaker 1: of her grandchildren, a portrait of Hattie and one of
Speaker 1: her daughters standing side by side, and there in the background,
Speaker 1: to the left of the door stood the dark, shadowy
Speaker 1: shape of a tall figure lurking just behind them. In
Speaker 1: two thousand and fifteen, the Population Reference Bureau estimated that
Speaker 1: since the appearance of modern Homo sapiens sometime around fifty
Speaker 1: thousand BCE, just over a hundred billion of us have
Speaker 1: lived and died on this planet. London, like all major
Speaker 1: cities of the world, has buried its fair few. Considering
Speaker 1: that humans have lived in the area for over five
Speaker 1: thousand years, it's a wonder that there is any space
Speaker 1: there at all that doesn't somewhere adjacent or directly below
Speaker 1: it contain remnants of those who have come before us.
Speaker 1: And considering the frequency with which even those who are
Speaker 1: still living here will be ripped from their communities and
Speaker 1: involuntarily resettled as if they were mere ghosts themselves, perhaps
Speaker 1: we should not worry or feign surprise when we find
Speaker 1: bones amid the foundations. In some ways, it is strange
Speaker 1: to think for those lucky enough to have a place
Speaker 1: to call their own, or a piece of land, perhaps,
Speaker 1: how desperately we cling to the notion that it is ours,
Speaker 1: the thought of it being invaded the ultimate violation. But
Speaker 1: this ownership, of course, can only ever be a legal fiction,
Speaker 1: a reality only as long as there are enough people
Speaker 1: to believe it, so, in truth, land belongs to no one.
Speaker 1: The idea that ghosts remain attached to the land long
Speaker 1: after their bodies have gone has also always seemed problematic
Speaker 1: to me. Much like the question played out to wonderful
Speaker 1: and mournful effect in David Lowery's two and seventeen film
Speaker 1: A Ghost Story. I find myself wondering just where with
Speaker 1: these ghosts go when the earth is swallowed by the
Speaker 1: massive giant our sun is destined to become it too
Speaker 1: fated to die and perhaps one day vanish from existence.
Speaker 1: But perhaps one way or another, as long as it
Speaker 1: and people are here to keep it so, the land
Speaker 1: will always be haunted, something of it, always to be
Speaker 1: trespassed upon, or, in the words of the poet Philip Freneau,
Speaker 1: thou stranger that shalt come this way, no fraud upon
Speaker 1: the dead. Commit observe the swelling turf, and say they
Speaker 1: do not lie, but here they sit. If you enjoy
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