The Smurl Family [TESTED]

The family began sleeping in the same room. The television would turn on to static at 3:00 AM—the "Devil’s Hour." Janet developed scratches on her arms, three parallel lines, the classic calling card of a malevolent force.

The entity found its voice. It started as a low growl emanating from the basement stairs. Then, it whispered names. One night, Jack was thrown from his bed by an invisible force. When he hit the floor, he heard a gravelly voice say, "This is my house. Get out."

This is the story of 1754 Pennsylvania Avenue. Jack and Janet Smurl moved into the duplex in 1973. It was a modest home, but it was theirs. For the first 12 years, life was normal. The only oddity was the basement—a dark, damp pit that gave visitors an unexplained sense of dread. But the Smurls weren't the type to believe in boogeymen.