The sign above the door read SMURL REALTY – “Homes with Character” in chipped gold leaf. Frank Smurl, third-generation broker, believed it. He’d sold houses with crooked floors, houses with bats, even a house where the previous owner had walled up his coin collection. But the house on Vicker’s Lane was different. It didn’t just have character. It had a cast .
“Charming fixer-upper,” Frank told the young couple, the Barlows, as they stood on the porch. The doorbell, a tarnished brass cherub, suddenly played a perfect, mournful chord of “Auld Lang Syne” by itself. “See? Original details.”
“Deal,” Frank said. He handed the Barlows a small, polished stone. “That’s the Smurl Stone. If the house starts acting up again—different kind of weird, not the fun kind—just rub it. I’ll come back with more pickled eggs.”
Smurl Hauntings //free\\ May 2026
The sign above the door read SMURL REALTY – “Homes with Character” in chipped gold leaf. Frank Smurl, third-generation broker, believed it. He’d sold houses with crooked floors, houses with bats, even a house where the previous owner had walled up his coin collection. But the house on Vicker’s Lane was different. It didn’t just have character. It had a cast .
“Charming fixer-upper,” Frank told the young couple, the Barlows, as they stood on the porch. The doorbell, a tarnished brass cherub, suddenly played a perfect, mournful chord of “Auld Lang Syne” by itself. “See? Original details.” smurl hauntings
“Deal,” Frank said. He handed the Barlows a small, polished stone. “That’s the Smurl Stone. If the house starts acting up again—different kind of weird, not the fun kind—just rub it. I’ll come back with more pickled eggs.” The sign above the door read SMURL REALTY