Paranormal record / 1960
Baltimore, Maryland. January 14, 1960. In a six-room brick house, fifteen miniature pottery pitchers blew up on a dining room shelf. It was only the beginning. For almost a month, bottles burst, pictures fell, a chandelier swung and a table threw itself down the stairs. The household of retired fireman Edgar G. Jones watched it happen. So did reporters, photographers, scientists and police technicians. At the centre stood 17-year-old Ted Pauls, a shy, bookish grandson who printed a newsletter in the basement. Psychical researcher Nandor Fodor came to town with a theory. A plumber came with another. Then, in early February, it all simply stopped.
A six-room brick house in a quiet residential section of Baltimore. Edgar G. Jones lived there, home for good after thirty-seven years of service in the Baltimore Fire Department. With him were his wife, their daughter and son-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Theodore Pauls, and their grandson. Ted Pauls was 17. He had left high school. He was shy, well read and very intelligent, and in the basement he printed a mimeographed newsletter called Fanjack, which he mailed to friends.