Ida Pell

Poltergeist classification · filed 17 July 2026 · public containment registry

All ten truths have been recovered. The reconstruction of Ida Pell is complete.

Containment dossier

CONTAINMENT DOSSIER — IDA PELL

Classification: POLTERGEIST (confirmed by capture).

The entity answers, when it answers at all, to Ida Pell. Records place it in the property across several caretakerships; the circumstances of death are listed as My friend, she drowned, but I was choked at the table, all alone., sometime in 1890s, that's when the floods came, remember?. In life the subject worked as I was the house physician. I wound the clocks Sunday and trusted none., and field inventory notes it will not be parted from No, I guard my brass stethoscope. Ask better..

Motive assessment: the haunt persists because Denied light at the end, I ache for the dark where I belong.. Prior-life records seal one further item — Secrets? Only the living know them. But... I stole the ring they buried without. — and observers describe a persistent behavioral echo: Physician. I wound the clocks Sunday and trusted none..

Attachment: the entity returns, in every recorded exchange, to Missed one, a friend, Maude, they say. But the flood washed her away.. Temporal fixations: the event occurred in Spring floods took my breath. I drowned in the rising water., at an age of 21, just like the floods that year..

Interrogation privileges granted to all case participants. Coax, do not demand. — FIELD OFFICE

Recovered truths

• HOW THEY DIED: My friend, she drowned, but I was choked at the table, all alone.
• THE DECADE IT HAPPENED: 1890s, that's when the floods came, remember?
• THEIR TRADE IN LIFE: I was the house physician. I wound the clocks Sunday and trusted none.
• THE KEEPSAKE THEY GUARD: No, I guard my brass stethoscope. Ask better.
• WHY THEY STAY: Denied light at the end, I ache for the dark where I belong.
• THE SECRET THEY KEPT: Secrets? Only the living know them. But... I stole the ring they buried without.
• THE HABIT THAT REMAINS: Physician. I wound the clocks Sunday and trusted none.
• THE ONE THEY MISS: Missed one, a friend, Maude, they say. But the flood washed her away.
• THE SEASON IT HAPPENED: Spring floods took my breath. I drowned in the rising water.
• HOW OLD THEY WERE: 21, just like the floods that year.

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