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I had a home that was everything to me.

We really had no idea of the things
that we would discover in the house.

We had never seen anything that violent.

Rebecca.

It was like someone
were saying, I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

There's somebody there.

As much as I wanted
her to not be there...

She was there.

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There's nothing here.

No, honey, come on.

You know, this will
be a huge move for me.

In 2005, I was given the opportunity
to interview for the deanship

of the School of Arts and Humanities at
the University of Arkansas Monticello.

Let me just hear them out.

My wife, Rebecca, was wary
of moving away from Oklahoma.

When Mark first started
applying for jobs,

I told him I would move
anywhere but Alaska or Arkansas.

And so he puts me in the
car to go to Arkansas.

I'm a city girl.

Rebecca and I turned
down North Main Street,

and immediately we were
impressed by these beautiful...

Um, circa 1900 Victorian mansions.

Well, we came to one in particular
that caused us to stop the car.

It was love at first sight.

Wow.

I just said, Mark, I will only move
to this town if you buy me that house.

I knew that I would only be happy...

In such an isolated location.

If I had a home that
was everything to me.

We really had no idea of the things
that we would discover in the house.

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We moved to Monticello
in the summer of 2005.

We really were fulfilling our desires.

Thanks. Let's go. Let's go.

And now we had the house of our dreams.

That wasn't the fairy-tale
image that I took from it.

I didn't feel so much like a
Princess as I did a scared little kid.

The house is enormous, and
you feel very vulnerable to it.

I felt mesmerized. I
felt very spellbound.

I just laid down on
the floor on my back...

And just had that moment
for myself of, wow, I own it.

Can you take these and put them over...

- Yeah.
- There?

Just rearrange them how you want, okay?

A little after we had just moved in, we
had decided to sort of rearrange the house.

Out of the corner of my eye,
I caught the record spinning.

And it was going faster and faster,
I mean, just as fast as it could go.

I hadn't cranked the record player.

Rebecca hadn't cranked it.

There was no explanation for why the
record could possibly be spinning.

Ah!

It just stopped spinning instantly.

That was very, very strange.

It didn't make any sense.

Seeing something like this really...

Set in my uneasy
feeling about the house.

One of the things that
the kids and I have

always done for recreation
on the weekends is...

To get out our metal detector...

Okay. Hey, slow down, now.

Slow down, Jake.

And to go around, seeing whether we
could find anything in the ground.

There could be some really neat
stuff here in this old yard.

I was out by the front sidewalk.
I was listening to music...

Josh, where are you? You back there?

As I approached one of
the big old rose bushes...

Oh. Wait. Hey, over here.
Guys, found something. Come on.

The metal detector started making
its high-pitched beeping sound.

Over here. Go ahead, Josh.

Get down there with
your... there you go.

The music just all of a sudden stopped.

- Ooh, found something.
- Ooh, what is that?

As we broke apart the soil, we
discovered an old penny from 1948.

See if there's something else in there.

Pull it out. What is it?

And we found an old pillbox.

Wow, this is something else.

- Oh, look at that.
- This?

Wow. What is that?

And we found an old lipstick case.

Rebecca.

I heard someone, a woman's
voice, say, "Rebecca".

I felt this strong sense
that someone was watching me,

and I turned and looked up at the house.

I thought I saw something in the
shape of a woman in the window.

And then the music started again.

I felt that the house
itself had its own...

Presence, I guess.

We had been in the house maybe a month,
and we decided to have a yard sale.

And my friend Desi said she had some
things she wanted to get rid of too.

I was just walking up the stairs.

As I got closer and closer
to the house, and I looked up.

And in the bedroom
window, I saw Rebecca.

Hey, Destiney.

There was no way that she could
have made it from upstairs in the

bedroom to the door in, you know,
a matter of just a few seconds.

I just saw you in the window.

No, it's just me in the house right now.

And I said, well, I wasn't upstairs.

I've been at the back of the house,
pricing these items for the yard sale.

There was no doubt in my
mind that I knew what I saw.

I started taking my
boxes into the foyer.

I saw Rebecca.

Hey, Rebecca, I could use your
help getting some of that stuff.

It's not a whole lot, but I could use some
help with some big boxes and everything.

And then so I just walked out.
I expected her to follow me.

She wasn't there, and I was like,
oh, I guess she maybe didn't hear me.

I walk back into the house
with my second load of boxes.

Rebecca was still just standing there.

Could use some help, please.

I'm like, hey, did you not hear me?

Rebecca? No?

You know, I spoke to her, but
she never spoke back to me.

And I was like, okay,
whatever, you know?

Hey.

Rebecca comes in from
the back of the house.

I mean, I was so confused.

Then I'm very upset.

Rebecca, why have you been ignoring me?

I was practically begging for you to
help me come get some of this stuff out.

Desi, when did you ask me for help?

I don't know who you're talking to.

At this time, I was just like,
ugh, you know, what's going on?

Destiney.

I'm just wondering
if I'm losing my mind.

- Here, let me help you.
- I believed her.

I believed that she saw me somewhere
in the house and I wasn't really there.

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Something odd occurred.

There was a broken glass
on the kitchen counter.

It wasn't on the floor.
It wasn't in the sink.

I thought that maybe one of
the kids had broken the glass.

Did any of you break a glass
this morning, last night?

No.

But the kids said they
hadn't broken a glass.

And I really didn't have any
reason not to believe them.

The glass seemed to have broken
overnight when everybody was sleeping.

And then every day that week
when I went down to the kitchen...

There was a broken glass on the counter.

It was strange that it kept
repeating itself, just every morning.

But each day, it was the same thing.

One night, I was just
walking down the hallway...

I heard footsteps coming from the attic.

Everyone was asleep but me.

I did not dare look up into the attic.

I went back into my
bedroom and closed the door.

I heard ice cubes
clinking against glass...

As if someone were
walking down the hallway,

and had just gotten a
drink from the kitchen.

There was no way that it was my
little brothers, my dad, or my stepmom.

They were just across the
hall, asleep in their beds.

Then I felt there was
company in the room.

And the fan turns off.

And then it turns back on again.

I was petrified.

I could see the buttons being pushed
in, as if someone were pushing them.

But there was no one there.

Click.

Click.

Click.

It was like someone
were saying, I'm here.

I'm here. I'm here.

I was terrified.

I...

I knew for a fact that there
was something in the house.

Bronte didn't want to be in the house.

So we decided to go on vacation.

She told me on more than one occasion about
things that were happening in her room.

I have to admit that I wasn't
terribly worried about it.

You know, she's an
11-year-old girl,

and I thought that it was probably
just her imagination working overtime.

Okay, guys, let's go.

We never leave the house alone.

So we invited one of
Mark's students, Reagan,

to come and house-sit for us and
watch the animals while we were gone.

The Spencers are a very lovely family,
and I had grown quite close to them.

And I was approached to
house-sit for them that summer.

I wanted her to feel
comfortable to come in the

house and stay in the
house as much as possible.

I didn't tell Reagan specifically
anything that had happened in the house.

And I was trying to figure out, why
would they put this picture in there...

And then build these
two walls around it?

Rebecca calls me, and she asked me if I
wouldn't mind going upstairs to the attic.

To make sure that the roof wasn't leaking,
make sure the buckets weren't overflowing.

Okay, yeah, sure.

Okay, bye.

So I thought to myself, I really
don't want to go up there...

Sorry, Howdy.

But I would do anything
for the Spencers.

I grabbed a chair and propped
it up against the door.

It helped to leave that door
open to get more illumination.

As I walked up the stairs, it was...

I could hear that the rain
was hitting pretty hard.

There were some buckets
that were about to overflow.

I was too nervous to look too far.

Because it was just a
spooky old Victorian attic.

Howdy.

Howdy.

Howdy, come on.

Come on, boy.

Howdy, where are you?

Ah!

The door slammed shut, leaving
me and the dog in total darkness.

Come on, boy.

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Howdy, where are you?

Ah!

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I just felt this
overwhelming sense of panic.

I feel like I got to run down, you
know, try to get out of the attic,

but at the same time, I've
still got this dog up here.

Howdy.

Come here. Come on.

Come on. Howdy, come on.

Howdy!

Howdy. Come on.

Huh?

Please, Howdy.

Oh.

Oh, what are you doing here?

Come on, Mister.

I grabbed the dog, and I
just ran for the stairs.

I slipped over. I was terrified.

I needed to get out of
the attic immediately.

The chair had moved.

And I see this person go into
the doorway of Mark's study.

There's somebody there.

As much as I wanted her to
not be there, she was there.

I ran to my car for dear life.

I threw the door open and then got
out of there as fast as I could.

Reagan called me and said...

That she had had a really weird,
strange experience in the house.

Someone else in the house having
another strange experience...

Makes you feel like maybe
it's not all in your head.

With all the weird stuff
going on in the house...

I decided to go and do historical
research about the original homeowners.

They were such a wealthy family.

Right.

The Allens were a
particularly prominent family.

Joe Lee Allen was the
President of a bank.

And they had three daughters...
Lonnie, Ladell, and Lewie...

And he really built the house for them.

And this is the picture of Ladell.

Ladell was the middle daughter.

Ladell quickly emerged as a particularly
interesting figure in the Allen family.

Ladell's name kept popping up.

Ladell was a woman who had a
lot of heartache, a lot of...

A lot of tragedy sort
of surrounding her life.

Her dad died when she was little.

She found herself in a bad marriage.

She got divorced in 1927.

Look at this here.

And then her only child
died of pneumonia in his 20s.

And then we discovered that
Ladell had died in the house.

She died relatively young.

There was the mystery
as to why she had died.

Because it seemed that nobody knew why.

So I decided to go ahead and
order her death certificate.

With all the strange, unusual
things that were happening,

I wanted to see if I
could link them to Ladell.

We were both skeptics...

- Morning.
- Hey.

But I was beginning to embrace the idea
that there might be something more to it.

Than we knew or we could explain.

I'm beginning to wonder
about these things.

And she actually broached the subject
of bringing in paranormal investigators.

And I was a little flabbergasted
that she even mentioned this.

I felt that I had a professional
reputation to protect.

I was The Dean of the largest
school at a university.

Rebecca, there's nothing
going on in this house.

I mean, I was all about rational
explanations of everything.

You can never underestimate
the power of denial.

Okay.

I didn't want them to come in and tell
me that what I was seeing was real.

I wanted them to come in
and say it wasn't haunted.

A lot of people we work with

kind of want to prove their house is
haunted, but Mark and Rebecca did not.

They didn't want this
stuff to be going on.

Ooh. Wow.

We take a great deal
of equipment with us.

Digital tape recorders, electromagnetic
field meters, infrared cameras.

Up in the corner there. One there.

And we run those cameras in the dark.

We sent the children to
friends' houses for the night.

We decided that we were just
sort of in the way, and I said...

We're gonna go see a movie,
and they said, that's great.

I honestly didn't expect them

to find any evidence whatsoever
of paranormal activity.

Bye. The house is all yours.

Good luck.

We get ready to turn all the lights
out, because these are infrared cameras.

And they see better in the dark.

I said, has everybody got their stuff?

Everybody ready?

About two minutes.

I, at one point, smelled a very
distinct odor of cigar smoke.

- Peter?
- Yeah.

And we actually smelled the furniture to
see if the cigar smoke was in the fabric.

Couldn't really smell anything.

And it was gone very quickly.

Right.

On my cue, turn the lights out.

Five...

Four...

Three...

And the light went out,
and we didn't turn it out.

What the heck was that?

There was this horrible
sound in the backyard.

Could just see these blue
sparks flying everywhere.

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We could see absolutely
nothing out the window.

It was pitch black.

We all got our flashlights, and we all went
out the door to find out what's going on.

Oh, my God.

We're barely down the
street when the phone rang.

Hello.

And Rebecca said, all
right, we're coming back.

What happened?

There was this huge tree limb...

That had violently ripped one end

of the power line out
of the transformer...

And this was a big leafy limb
from a completely healthy tree.

- This is unbelievable.
- I know.

It wasn't dead.

It hadn't been cut or sawn.

It was pulled off the way you would
see a tree limb pulled off in a storm...

Although there wasn't any storm.

Something started happening to me.

I started to doubt what I believed.

I started to think...

Well, maybe there's something here.

Something in that house made that
happen to stop that investigation.

We had never seen anything that violent.

I mean, ripping a limb off of a tree, that
takes an awful lot of power and energy.

If it can do that, what else can it do?

It was the middle of the day, and
I was in the master dressing room.

I just heard these very heavy,
distinct footsteps above me.

In the attic.

I didn't think that it was a ghost.

For me, I was very clear in my mind;

I knew absolutely that
there was a man in the attic.

I'm in my office, I pick up
the phone, and Rebecca says...

There's a man in the attic.

And I said, what do you mean there's
somebody in the attic? Who's in the attic?

I heard footsteps. Please come home.

I was thinking that it
was maybe a squirrel.

No, I know what I heard.

There it is again.

At the same time, though, I am concerned,
because Rebecca seems so convinced.

Quick. Hurry.

And Rebecca's not somebody
to get scared often.

I thought that if I could possibly
lock the person in the attic,

that they would still be
there when Mark got back.

And we could confront the person
about why they were in the house.

If there was a man up
there the only way he would

have gotten out of the
attic was through the door.

Because you can't just
shimmy down this house.

Mark.

She was agitated.

I wasn't used to seeing her like that,

because Rebecca's a very
strong, secure woman.

I went up the attic
stairs with some wariness.

I was... you know, some caution.

Hello?

Anybody here?

There was absolutely
no sign of a break-in.

I found nothing. There
was nothing in the attic.

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I smelled cigar smoke, and
I could smell it very strong.

I'm just thinking, I know no one in the
house smokes anything, much less cigars.

I couldn't figure out why part of
what I was looking at wasn't there.

It was just blacked out.

I realized that what I was looking at
was a dark figure in the shape of a man.

And he had a cowboy hat
on the top of his head.

Mark.

And it was very scary. I
mean, I was frozen with shock.

Suddenly I noticed the
shadow of a person...

And I was the only person in the attic.

I couldn't believe it.

It was as though
somebody was leading me.

I see a brown piece of paper.

It was gone.

Both Reagan and Desi had
seen a woman in the house.

I thought it was very odd
that I wasn't seeing a woman;

I was seeing a man.

I wanted to know who this man was.

There scattered are all these letters.

And these letters are
addressed to Ladell.

These were letters from a man
named Prentiss Savage in 1948.

I realized that this is a love letter.

Written to Ladell a couple
of months before she died.

I thought that these letters
that I held in my hands,

were possibly the answer.

To that mystery, that question...

Why did Ladell die?

In March 1948, Prentiss
is visiting Monticello.

He and Ladell had known each other.

They had even dated.

But they ended up marrying other people.

And then they don't see
each other for 35 years.

And he writes in one of his
letters about what he's thinking.

He's wondering whether she's as
beautiful as she was when she was younger.

And he writes that he
wasn't disappointed.

So in March 1948, Ladell and
Prentiss rekindle their romance.

His letters become truly passionate.

These last five days will
live in my memory always.

As the happiest ones in my entire life.

I love you.

Don't ever forget I'm
thinking of you always.

He insists in his letters that
he's going to divorce his wife.

When I got to October of 1948...

I noticed a shift in the tone.

He was frustrated with Ladell...

Pressuring him to make progress.

Then he wrote that last letter...

And he said...

That he didn't know when, if ever...

He was going to be able to
free himself of his marriage.

And there was silence.

Ladell's death certificate arrived.

The word suicide seemed
so large on the page.

The feeling that I had when I read that on
the death certificate was just incredible.

It was just incredibly sad.

I was in the attic by myself.

I looked up, and...

I saw a woman coming toward me.

She was looking right at me.

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I was startled.

I look again...

And it's Rebecca.

You need to take a look at this.

Rebecca showed me
Ladell's death certificate.

My immediate reaction was horror.

The death certificate stated that
she died by mercury cyanide poisoning.

I noticed that it was
right at Christmas.

From doing my research, I knew her
Mother always threw a Christmas party.

On Christmas night, 1948, Ladell
attended her Mother's Christmas party.

Prentiss promised in more
than one of his letters.

That they would be
together at Christmas.

Christmas came, and
Prentiss didn't show up.

And I believe that that was the
thing that pushed her over the edge.

Late in the evening she prepared
herself a glass of punch.

She'd used the punch
to mask the taste...

Of the mercury cyanide tablets.

Ah!

I felt sad for her, I felt someone should
have reached out to her and done something.

I have personally gone from not
believing in spirits at all to...

Being completely convinced.

I think Ladell wanted me to find those
letters, I think Ladell in essence,

showed me where they were.

I think she was ready
for her story to be told.

I would like to hope that
by sharing her story...

She can finally feel at peace.

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