February 1956 Popular Electronics
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published October 1954 - April 1985. All copyrights are hereby acknowledged.
Unlike with the Mac's Service
Shop episodes that typically were published in monthly issues that jived with the story setting,
the Carl & Jerry plots did not necessarily correspond with the month in which they appeared.
To wit, this "How to Haunt a House" story appeared in the February edition of Popular
Electronics. I saved it for Halloween. As always, author John Frye mixes technical descriptions
with the storyline to lend credibility to the teens' escapades. Modern teenagers might use
slightly different methods and materials, but the end results are the came. Enjoy the adventure.
Carl & Jerry: How to Haunt a House
By John T. Frye
Bright moonlight bathing the snow-covered landscape made
it unnecessary for the two boys to use their flashlights as they trudged up the narrow lane
toward the dark and brooding silhouette of the house set well back from the highway. The only
sound was that of the snow squeaking beneath their Arctic boots, until the tall one carrying
the tape recorder turned his head so that the moonlight glinted on his horn-rimmed glasses
as he addressed his short and puffing companion:
"Jer, I'm still a little foggy on why Mr. Arnold is paying us twenty-five dollars, plus
cost of equipment, to 'haunt' this old house."
"He wants to get even with a couple of favorite tomboy nieces who really gave him a hard
time when he visited them in Florida last spring, Carl. He says that as soon as those two
found out he was afraid of bugs and reptiles they really gave him the business. They chased
him around the house with a hairy-legged spider that he swears could straddle the mouth of
a teacup; they put little chameleon lizards in his bed; and finally, after they had coaxed
him to go swimming with them in a little lake near Orlando, one distracted his attention by
taking his picture with a movie camera while the other swam under water and clamped a couple
of barrel staves around his leg just as the one with the camera shouted, 'Alligator! Alligator.'
He vows he could feel teeth in those barrel staves, and he practically splashed the lake dry
getting to the bank as the whole thing was recorded on film."
"Say, those two sound like interesting chicks," Carl said admiringly.
All at once the whole empty house was filled with a cacophony of discordant
sound. From somewhere upstairs there was the clanking of chains mixed in with the high-pitched
squeaking of bats. A hollow, echoing laugh rolled down the open stairway. And once more the
door swung open and added its rasping groan to the other sounds. Ghostly rappings ran over
the walls, ceiling, and floor. As the door came to a stop, wide open, revealing the moonlit
snow scene outside, all of the sounds came to an abrupt halt that left the echoes still bouncing
off the bare walls. The rocking chair teetered back and forth in a lessening arc.
"Not really. They are practically old women. One is nineteen, and the other is at least
twenty-two," Jerry said disparagingly. "Anyway, they're here visiting the Arnolds, and Mr.
Arnold is going to 'con' them into betting they can spend tomorrow night in this old 'haunted
house' on his farm without seeing any ghosts. He has run a couple of light wires through the
grove that separates this old house from his home so that we can have light down in that hidden
cellar room and power to operate the house-haunting gadgets that we installed yesterday afternoon.
Tonight we'll check our whole installation to make sure everything works. Mr. Arnold is going
to sneak off and meet us if he can get away."
As Jerry finished speaking, they reached the old house and carefully picked their way across
the rotting porch to the deeply shadowed front door.
"This place looks a heck of a lot different at night than it does in daytime," Carl muttered.
"If you ask me, 'spooking' this place is sort of gilding the lily. I'd not be surprised if
there were ghosts in there."
"None of that," Jerry said briskly. "As a young scientist, you can only believe in the
ghosts you see on your TV screen when an airplane flies over. Shine your flashlight on this
keyhole while I-"
He stopped speaking abruptly, and stumbled backward into Carl as the door suddenly swung
open with a loud screeching of rusty hinges.
"What do you know! We must not have locked it yesterday afternoon," Jerry exclaimed, as
he stepped cautiously inside and probed the corners of the large, nearly empty room with his
flashlight. "Now I know how the girls will feel when we make the door do that for them tomorrow
"How do we work this again?"
"The closed door compresses a little spring in the casing up at the top. Throwing a switch
in the cellar allows current to flow through the coil of a solenoid mounted in the door casing
by the latch. The magnetic field pulls a spring-loaded soft iron plunger down into the coil.
This plunger has an extension sticking out the end of the coil so that its movement, produced
by the magnetic field, can exert either a pulling or pushing action. In this case, it pushes
back the catch, allowing the compressed spring at the top of the casing to shove the door
open as if it had been opened by unseen hands," Jerry explained, as he closed the door and
tugged at the knob to make sure that it was securely latched. "Hey," he exclaimed to Carl;
"quit walking on my heels and breathing on the back of my neck, will you?"
"This place gives me the creeps tonight," Carl admitted in a half-whisper, as he nervously
twitched the beam of his flashlight over the dusty floor, the cracked and cobwebbed windows,
the peeling wallpaper, and the warped and sagging open staircase.
"You're just letting your imagination run away with you," Jerry said firmly. "Apparently
Mr. Arnold couldn't get away; so we may as well get started. You stay here and observe while
I go down in the cellar and operate things. Try to imagine you're seeing what goes on through
the eyes of a frightened girl."
"That 'frightened' part will be easy," Carl said through teeth kept tightly closed to prevent
their chattering. "What all are you going to do?"
"First I'll make the door come open. Then I'll turn the knob on that multiple contact wafer
switch so that it activates, one after another, the solenoids fastened to the bottom of the
stair treads. As the rubber-covered ends of the solenoid plungers bump their respective steps,
it should sound very much as if an unseen person were walking up the stairs."
"Next I'll make this rocking chair rock all by itself," Jerry said, as he carefully checked
the position of the old-fashioned chair. "By sending pulses of current through the coil of
the electromagnet mounted just below the surface of the floor, I'll give magnetic tugs to
the piece of soft iron concealed in the chair rocker just ahead of the point where its curve
now contacts the floor. Timing the pulses of current properly should make the chair rock harder
and harder. And all this time I'll be working the solenoids we have hidden under the floor
and in the walls and ceiling so as to produce a wide variety of plain and fancy 'spiritual
"Remembering how we mounted this stuff and ran wires to it, I'm glad Mr. Arnold intends
to tear down this old house in the spring," Carl said.
"That's right. Having his permission to saw and bore and chisel wherever we pleased made
things a lot easier. Now, after the chair-rocking act, I'll run the tape recorder into the
concealed speakers and play some of those spooky recordings we made of chains rattling, bats
squeaking, and hollow groans."
"My favorite is that echoing-crazy-laughter recording we made in the empty main hall of
the fair grounds last Sunday afternoon," Carl remarked.
"That is a doozy," Jerry agreed. "First I'll play it through the speaker in the back bedroom
upstairs, then I'll move it into the speaker at the head of the stairs, and finally I'll feed
the recording into one of the speakers in this room. That ought to give the impression of
the madman moving in on you. And don't forget, I'll be able to switch any of those speakers
into the input of our intercom unit so that they'll serve as microphones and let me hear what's
going on in any part of the house. You can keep in touch with me all the time through them.
Well, here I go."
Carl stood in the middle of the empty room and watched the rotund figure of his chum move
off down the hall with the tape recorder, preceded by the bobbing pool of light furnished
by the flashlight. It seemed that this had scarcely disappeared from view when Carl felt a
cold draught on the back of his neck and turned around to see the door swinging open to the
sound of its grating hinges.
"Man, you surely got things warmed up in a hurry," Carl said nervously, as he closed the
door with a bang. "You can check off the door business as operating perfectly .... You hear
me, Jer?" he called anxiously, after waiting several seconds for an answer that did not come.
"What are you babbling about?" Jerry's voice suddenly boomed from the ceiling. "Just as
the intercom warmed up, I heard you say something about the door's working all right, but
I haven't even tried it yet. If you're ready, I'll try it now."
"Somebody or something beat you to it!" Carl said hoarsely, "but go ahead."
As he said this, the door once more swung open with its "Inner Sanctum" sound effect.
"You don't need to tell me it worked," Jerry called cheerfully. "I could hear it. Now let's
walk the ghost up the stairs."
Immediately there was a muffled thump at the bottom of the stairs; then came another and
another and another, each sound emanating from a higher step. The sound was so much like that
of the footsteps of a heavy man climbing the stairs that Carl imagined he could see a ghostly
figure ascending the worn steps. Suddenly the sound stopped for a few seconds; and then, as
Jerry started turning the switch knob backwards a position at a time, the sounds started all
over again; but this time the ghostly feet were coming down the stairs, toward Carl!
"Stop it!" Carl called sharply in a shrill voice. "That's a little too realistic."
"Fine, fine!" Jerry's voice came from the speaker concealed in the ceiling. "Now watch
the rocking chair. I think I can time the switching by the sound of the rocker if you don't
QRM me with those knocking knees of yours."
As if by magic, the rocking chair began swaying back and forth, gently at first and then
harder and harder. As Carl stared in fascination at the chair rocking crazily away in the
circle of light from his flashlight, it looked exactly as though some ghostly sitter were
vigorously entertaining himself.
"Quit opening the door; it's getting cold in here," Carl shouted at the ceiling.
"Who's opening the door?" Jerry demanded.
"I've not touched that switch but once since I came down here." /p>
He broke off as a deep bass chuckle suddenly swelled through the house.
"I didn't know you had a recording like that," Carl said with surprise. /p>
"I haven't," Jerry finally said, in a small scared voice. "That didn't come from me."
All at once the rocking chair began to rock again, wilder than before.
"Are you rocking the chair?" Carl asked in a croaking voice.
"No. I've pulled out all the plugs except that of the intercom unit. Something odd is going
on. I'm coming up."
In nothing flat, Jerry came charging down the hall, and the two boys huddled together at
one end of the room and watched the chair swaying crazily back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth.
"I'm getting out of here," Carl shouted as he bolted for the door, with Jerry right at
"Wait, boys!" the deep bass voice boomed from upstairs. Carl stopped in the open doorway,
and the two boys shined their flashlights up the staircase. There at the top loomed a familiar
"It's Mr. Arnold!" Jerry exclaimed.
"That's right," Mr. Arnold said as he came down the creaking steps, still chuckling aloud.
"I hope you boys won't hold it against me, but I simply HAD to find out how effective the
little entertainment we have planned for my smart-aleck nieces is going to be. If I could
scare you two with your own electronic goblins, I knew that we would have a sure-fire bet
to straighten out those gals' permanents; and now I'm convinced that we've got what it takes."
"But how did you do it?" Jerry wanted to know.
"Very simply. I just connected switches in parallel with those operating the door-opening
mechanism and the rocking chair. I was careful to splice in at a point where you would not
notice. My switches are in a clothes closet near the top of the stairs. With them, I was able
to take over a couple of your ghosts. For good measure, I stuck my head out of the closet
door once and gave that corny laugh. Your imagination did the rest."
"Well, let me tell you," Carl said earnestly, "it gives you a very funny feeling when one
of your own ghosts suddenly goes berserk."
"That I can believe," Mr. Arnold said with another chuckle. "If I live to be a hundred,
I'll never forget the way you two were staring pop eyed at that rocking chair when I tip-toed
to the top of the stairs. I've already got my money's worth out of this prank right now, and
we still have tomorrow night to go!"
Posted October 31, 2017
Carl Anderson and Jerry Bishop were two teenage boys whose
love of electronics, Ham radio, and all things technical afforded them ample opportunities
to satisfy their own curiosities, assist law enforcement and neighbors with solving
problems, and impressing – and sometimes toying with - friends based on their proclivity
for serious undertakings as well as fun.
Vox Electronik, September 1958
- Pi in
the Sky and Big Twist, February 1964
Bell Bull Session, December 1961
Boogie, August 1958
- TV Picture,
Electronic Eraser, August 1962
Trap, March 1956
at Work, June 1956
Aweigh, July 1956
Bosco Has His Day, August 1956
Hand of Selene, November 1960
or Not?, October 1956
Electronic Beach Buggy, September 1956
Extra Sensory Perception, December 1956
in a Chimney, January 1956
Performance, November 1958
of Judas, July 1961
- The Sucker,
New Year, January 1963
Snow Machine, December 1960
Extracurricular Education, July 1963
Slow Motion for Quick Action, April 1963
Sleuthing, August 1963
- TV Antennas,
a Soroban, March 1963
Fair --", September 1963
Worm Warming, May 1961
Santa's Little Helpers - December 1955
Two Tough Customers - June 1960
Pocket Radio, TV Receivers
Yagi Antennas, May 1955
Stomping, March 1962
Blubber Banisher, July 1959
- The Sparkling
Light, May 1962
Research Rewarded, June 1962
- A Hot Idea, March
- The Hot
Dog Case, December 1954
A New Company is Launched, October 1956
Under the Mistletoe, December 1958
Electronic Eraser, August 1962
- "BBI", May 1959
Sound Waves, July 1955
- The River
Sniffer, July 1962
- Ham Radio,
Torero Electronico, April 1960
Wireless, January 1962
Electronic Shadow, September 1957
Elementary Induction, June 1963
- He Went
Electronic Detective, February 1958
Aiding an Instinct, December 1962
- Two Detectors,
with a Tachometer, July 1960
and the Pirates, April 1961
The Crazy Clock Caper, October 1960
Carl & Jerry: Their Complete Adventures is
now available. "From 1954 through 1964, Popular Electronics published 119 adventures
of Carl Anderson and Jerry Bishop, two teen boys with a passion for electronics
and a knack for getting into and out of trouble with haywire lash-ups built in Jerry's
basement. Better still, the boys explained how it all worked, and in doing so, launched
countless young people into careers in science and technology. Now, for the first
time ever, the full run of Carl and Jerry yarns by John T. Frye are available again,
in five authorized anthologies that include the full text and all illustrations."