A house built on a history of war, death, and dark magic—what lurks within the walls of 63 Maple Street may be more than just restless spirits.
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Book: “The Haunting of 63 Maple Street” by Jordan Quinn Farkas: https://amzn.to/3w2Ximy
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Originally aired: April 22, 2024
Weird Darkness digs into the decades-long haunting of a single working-class home in Belišće, Croatia, tracing how war, buried cemeteries, black magick, and strange lights in the sky converge on one address. The account comes from Jordan Quinn Farkas, who moved to Belišće in 2017 and settled into a house his wife had owned since 2010 on a street locals still call Maple Street, a corner of Slavonia near the Hungarian border founded by the wealthy Jewish Gutmann family around their massive Slavonian Oak sawmill. The ground itself carries a grim record: Communist party members captured and killed the Jewish factory owner in 1945, a Yugoslav "working camp" operated on the town's edge for a single year of killings and starvation, and the Homeland War of the early 1990s drove residents into basements and bomb shelters. Farkas counts more than a dozen deaths on the street since 2017, including two suicides and a neighbor who vanished near the Drava river around Halloween and surfaced miles downstream, a landfill dumped over both an old Jewish cemetery and an even older Celtic one within a few hundred yards, and Roman and Celtic coins dating to roughly 300 AD dug from his own yard. Inside the house, the activity sorts room by room: a lobby where a wardrobe bangs from within and a strawberry-blonde female apparition — believed to be a deceased teenage friend of his wife — walks past the window until a welcoming ritual quiets her; a living room where a bathroom light switch flips itself on despite rewiring done twice, doors open and slam, and a voice recorder captured EVPs of footsteps and toggling switches; a kitchen where he and his wife heard a dragon-like screech and two heavy wingbeats overhead one night around 2 a.m., which they connect to the Croatian Zmaj or Pozoj of regional folklore; a master bedroom where a phantom smoker's residual haunting appeared as swirling smoke and laughing voices over an overnight video call, tied to the original owners' chain-smoking daughter Iva; a kid's room where his son Ivan babbles and laughs at an unseen presence an old man's ghost once shown to a girl named Stella occupied; and an attic where sounds of two creatures wrestling gave way to running "cement boots" footsteps too small to be an adult. Outside, the haunting takes on the shape of a deliberate campaign, with witch's eggs — light and hollow, a Balkan curse object — rolling from an old drainpipe more than once, black roosters and chickens left dead and scattered in feathers, three crow wings severed as cleanly as by a laser, a knotted cord of knot magick hidden in an oak cabinet, and a leather satchel of dust, a small bone, and adult teeth, all of it unfolding alongside a UFO sighting in which a solid cream-colored light outran three fighter jets over the Drava the night after Farkas dreamed of a shuttle landing in his side yard.
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