For a year, the Smurls lived upstairs, terrified of the door at the bottom of the stairs. The activity died down significantly. But the curiosity was too much. Jack, wanting to retrieve Christmas decorations, eventually opened the door. According to his testimony, as soon as he stepped onto the top stair, the lights exploded, and he was hurled backward into the kitchen, landing with a broken wrist. The Smurls eventually moved out in 1988. They sold the house at a massive loss. The new owners? They reported absolutely nothing unusual for decades. The house on Pennsylvania Avenue stands today, quiet and unassuming, with a basement that is now a finished game room.
Janet was the first to notice it: the smell. A foul, sickly sweet odor of rotting meat mixed with sulfur that would waft through the house, then vanish. Soon after, the furniture started moving. Not the subtle, "did-I-leave-the-window-open?" kind of movement. This was a heavy armchair sliding across the living room floor while the family watched TV . The haunting didn’t come all at once. It escalated in three terrifying waves, as documented by renowned demonologists Ed and Lorraine Warren (yes, those Warrens). the smurl family
Ed Warren was blunt: "You don't have a ghost. You have a demonic infestation." For a year, the Smurls lived upstairs, terrified