This is Joe Tozzi, the Nassau County detective who was assigned to the 1958 poltergeist case I’m writing about.
I am having so much fun with the poltergeist chapter. I’m really surprised, because for whatever reason, I’ve never really found the subject of poltergeists interesting. I’m dying to post some of what I’ve written to show why it’s fun, but my publisher would not be pleased.
Bottomline, no one who investigated the case came away thinking it was some sort of fraud or hoax, even if that’s what they initially thought. Not the police, the reporters, the neighbors, the Duke guys. That made me look at it differently. When I go through the police reports that describe every occurrence, I imagine it differently. What would it be like to be there, and see something go flying through the air and there really wasn’t anyone around who could have thrown it. You’re sitting there, a grown person, you don’t believe in ghosts, where do you put that?
Even if there’s a natural explanation for it, one that we just don’t know yet, the unknown of it is fun. Not for the family though. The mother was completely freaked out by the whole thing.
I’m still trying to find James Herrmann, the son of the house who was 12 at the time. Most of the events centered about him. He’d be 61 or 62-ish now. Or his sister Lucille, who was 13.