 The poltergeist or playful spirit has been for centuries a familiar figure in the literate year of psychical research No one has ever seen him. No one has ever proved that he really exists and While sophisticated minds of the 20th century may scoff at the idea of an invisible imp who maliciously moves furniture and shatters crockery There are literally thousands of cases of such spontaneous physical phenomena, which cannot be otherwise explained There is for example the case of mr. Playfair the meller of Kent JC Playfair owner of the furnace millet lambhurst Kent was a solid and practical man Hence when the hired man informed him on a certain May morning in the year 1906 that a mysterious visitor had entered the stables during the night. Mr. Playfair was slightly annoyed Now could anyone get in the stables every door's locked and voted and you and I have the only keys He didn't need a key sir. It was one of the playful spirits. Some folks call him the poltergeist Oh for heaven's sake scoblin. How many times have I told you there are no sir, but just the sign sir I wish you'd come out to the stables and look for yourself And so mr. Playfair mumbling is discussed over the whole silly business Followed his hired hand out to the stables. Good Lord. Look at the horses. They've all been turned around in their stalls I say in the mayor. She's gone. Hi, sir. Come on. You've done it yourself There isn't room to turn those horses around like that They'd have to be led out of the stalls and led back in again through this door and the door was voted I know sir, but I haven't so much as touched them. No, here's my mayor She couldn't possibly have got out. This is ridiculous. Come on. The whole thing perfectly listen, sir Great Scott The barrel of law himself up in the loft. He pushed it downstairs The spirit still in here spirit nothing nobody but a man could have moved out to bear him You up there Come down Come down. I'll come up and get you But no one came down and when mr. Playfair Stepping over the lime barrel at the foot of the stairs climbed up to the loft He found it quite empty He was on his way back to the ground floor again when suddenly The water but sir standing right there in the corner. He just turned it over the water but good Lord ma'am You and I together wouldn't have the strength to budget Well, he did sir and that means he's right here in the room with us and that means I'm getting it probably wait a moment come back We are not leaving here to we found my mayor the a room is the only place left And she couldn't very well be in there now could she The hay room was a tiny space adjoining the stable and the doorway to it was scarcely wide enough for a man Much less a horse to squeeze through Nevertheless, mr. Playfair having no place else to look and ready by now to believe almost anything Did pull open the door and squint into the gloomy malodorous room? Golly look She is in here Now how on earth could she have gotten through this narrow little door? Of course any sensible and civilized person of the 20th century knows that there are no such creatures as Poltergeist and yet the Miller's horses were turned about in their stalls and the limebell and the water but were upset and It was necessary to remove a partition to get the mayor out of the hayroom and Though we may dismiss with a superior smile the idea of a playful spirit These remain facts facts incredible, but true