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- My wife and I had a
hard time having children.

My wife's doctor said due
to technical circumstances,

we would never be able
to have a child.

However, one day we were
shocked to find one in the oven

and the days of hoping were over.

Shortly after,
another miracle came along

and we were blessed to now
have two healthy children

all after thinking for years,
it wouldn't be possible.

However, as fate would have it,

approximately five months after
our second child was born,

my wife passed away due
to a rare form of cancer,

leaving me to raise our
two children myself.

I lost my wife.

I lost my best friend.

Since my wife passed away,
I've been back

to the Lightfoot
House three times.

Each night, I would
patiently wait by the phone,

waiting for it to ring as it's
done so many times before.

Hoping maybe that by some chance,

I could hear your voice
on the other side.

So I could tell you
that the kids are fine,

that they miss you.

However, the phone never rang.

And you never called.

I used to take everything
at face value.

Things were always ordinary
until it was obvious

that they weren't.

Now I view nothing at face value.

Everything deserves a second look,

and sometimes even a third.

Because I'm starting
to think in life,

everything happens for a reason.

I think that's why I decided
to turn the camera back on.

And I'm so glad I did.

So I'm back.

I'm filming myself on a couple
of cameras I had in my truck

that had enough battery to get

across what I'm trying to say.

And I'm on my phone here,

which I shouldn't be
while I'm driving,

I'm being safe, I promise.

Somebody came to
my front door last night,

rang the doorbell and left
a package, and then left.

And as a father, of course
I didn't open the door

because everything about that
situation was just wrong.

So the next morning,
you know, here I am,

I'm going home from dropping
my kids off at daycare

and I find myself
somewhat intrigued

by what that person left.

And I usually don't get
excited about these things

because about once a month,
I get a piece of mail

from somebody who either
has a suggestion

or a story idea or
whatever I call 'em

pieces of creep mail because
the people who send 'em

are usually for lack of a
better word creepy .

This one is the first
one to be hand-delivered

by the creep themselves so
it's a little extra creepy

and I can't help but
find myself intrigued.

I don't know,
it could just be bored.

Creep mail.

Oh, a letter.

A long letter.

God, do I have to read
this whole thing?

Dear Mr. Turner.

Firstly, let me apologize
for disturbing you

at such a late hour, I was
honestly hesitant and scared

to deliver this package.

I'm not crazy,
at least I don't think

so and I was only doing
what I thought

might be in your best interest.

I think that it is important
for you to understand

that up until a recent point
I had never seen your movies

nor had I ever heard
of you and only learned

of your name after
what recently happened.

Great.

Our story.

One night, my husband and
I were trying to sleep

when all of a sudden we
heard a noise from our attic.

The noise continued to
the point where my husband

had to investigate where
the noise was coming from.

Lo and behold,
the noise led him to a box

of various toys that we have
purchased at secondhand storage

for our grandchildren to play with.

However, one of the toys
specifically was making the noise.

It was a small musical keyboard.

As it blared music
as though on a loop,

we brought it downstairs and
attempted to turn it off.

However, that proved to
be easier said than done.

In fact, the only way
to get it to shut off

was by removing the batteries.

That's when things took
an even stranger turn.

After that night, my
husband began to notice

that the letters on our
refrigerator were being rearranged

by themselves.

By happenstance, we thought
there might be a connection

between the keyboard making noises

and the letters on the fridge.

There was a connection.

By chance, there was
an original receipt

left in the keyboards box,

which you'll find in the envelope.

The name on the receipt we
discovered was that of your wife.

When we tried looking her
up, it led us to your movies.

That's when we made
the connection

because one morning her name
was spelled out on our fridge.

Oh, .

When we finally did end up
watching one of your movies

that's when we knew
we had to find you.

We are a religious family
and we feel strongly

as though she would want
you to have this again.

We are very sorry for your loss.

And for your...

Oh my god.

This keyboard used to be my wife's.

She had it when I first met her.

Something like eight years
ago, we got rid of this thing.

We donated it 'cause I
bought her a new piano.

Somehow this thing has made it back to me.

Why is this back?

I don't know.

I need a computer to explain this.

And no one's gonna understand
what is going on here.

No one's gonna understand this.

So here goes my attempt to
explain what is going on.

So the person who dropped off the package

claims in their letter,
that they constantly heard

the keyboard playing
itself in their attic.

At roughly the same time
letters on their fridge

were forming words and phrases.

By chance, the purchase
receipt for the keyboard

was still in the box,
which showed my wife's name

from when she used her credit card.

The same name they found one morning

spelled out on their fridge.

That's how they made the connection.

But for me, there was just
one problem with this story.

And it's the words on the fridge.

You know, I look at these pictures

of the letters on a refrigerator

and it just comes across, it's fake to me

'cause of the wording is just so cheesy.

Like it's just like,
what would a ghost say?

I'm here.

In the glass.

See me.

I mean, these are just things

that you would stereotypically spell out

if you were human, trying to be a ghost.

And that's what makes
me think this is fake.

But how could this possibly be fake

if it involves something that actually

once belonged to my wife.

It must be real, right?

And that's when it hit me

how this whole story could be faked.

I've had people do things like this

before in an attempt to
get me to make a movie.

They fool me 'cause I've thought

about how this could be hoaxed.

And I'll tell you.

My wife actually did put
receipts in all of her purchases

'cause I remember it
used to drive me nuts.

So that is something she did.

And there is no denying
that this is her keyboard.

And if this receipt was in this box,

they have a valuable piece of
information, my wife's name.

So they take my wife's name
and they know I make movies,

and then they created this
whole story with the letters.

That is possible how this is all hoaxed.

But to wrap it around
something so personal to me,

it's just really good.

Well, you guys got my attention.

Jesus Christ.

Oh my god.

So this is the keyboard I
bought her like eight years ago

to replace this little guy.

I mean, this thing's
pathetic in comparison.

But for some reason she just,

she always liked the little thing there.

That was something she
used to play on this thing.

She'd play that over and over and over.

I miss that.

- I can't yell very loud.

- Just try it.

- Hey.

- They got it.

Come here.

Your breath smells like garlic.

- Does it?
- It's awful.

Say hi.

- Hi.

- Is that you?

- Yeah.

- You wanna go home?

- Yeah.

- All right, let's go home, come on.

Give me a hug.

Hey, buddy.

You ready to go home?

Smile.

Did you have a good day today?

- Yeah.

- You had a good day?

- Yeah.
- Cool.

- Hi, baby.

No.
- Hey.

- Here my mug.

No, my mug.
- Hey, be nice.

Oh, you look just so cute, man.

I love you.

Stop.

Stop splashing, stop it.

Don't.

Don't you splash.

You okay?

- No.

- You want some of this lotion.

I'll put some lotion on you, come on.

We're gonna lotion up.

It's okay.

All right.

All right, give me a kiss.

I love ya.

I love you, Sweetie, all right.

I love ya.

Okay?

Good night.

Maggie?

Maggie?

Hey.

Good morning.

You want me to take you outta your sack?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Here, let's take this
thing off real quick.

All right, let's go downstairs.

I gotta get your brother, okay.

Good morning.

What are you saying?

Are you saying, hi, baby?

- Hi, baby.

- Please don't cry.

Please don't cry.

All right, you got your backpack?

You gonna push your brother?

- Yeah.

- I'll be back at five o'clock

to pick you guys up today, all right?

Is that okay?

- Okay.

- You know what five o'clock is?

- Yeah, clock.

- Clock , that's right.

You're smart.

So were you making all
that noise last night?

- Yeah.

- Really?

Were you banging on the door?

- Yeah.

- Well that answers that I guess.

- Daddy.
- What?

He.

- He?

All right, you ready?

- Yeah.

- All right, here take that.

And I got your water.

All right, let's go.

I love ya.

The TV just turned on by itself.

- Hello, glad you called.

- What do you mean with
me or the Lightfoot House?

- Obviously I wanna know

about the Lightfoot House
but how are you doing?

- I mean, I'm right, I guess.

Oh, I'm filming and
recording this conversation.

Is that cool?

- Why?

- It's what I do, man.

I film everything, you know that.

- What,
you making another movie?

- I don't know, it's too early to say.

But it's funny because every
ghost movie I've made up

to this point, I never actually knew

I was making it at the time.

I just shoot everything and then edit it

and hope for the best.

It doesn't hurt though
when you actually go

to a legitimate haunted house

and everything scares the outta you

and you got a camera rolling,

so that just makes my job a
lot easier when that happens.

Don't know if that's the case right now.

- Well, when
you think you're going back?

- You know, I've been back
to that house a few times,

somewhat lately, and everything
just kind of stopped.

- Really?

- You know, the phone
doesn't ring anymore.

There's no more knocking.

- Well, do you think

you'll ever go back, or?

Or do you think you're just done with it?

- With the Lightfoot House,
probably for a while.

- Really?

- You know, since my wife passed away

and now I got the kids, I
just don't have the time

or the motivation to go back.

Maybe one day.

I don't know.
- Wow.

Well, next time you're
down here hit me up.

We'll do dinner or something.

You know, something adult, if you want.

- Something adult.

What, like a strip club?

- No, I
didn't mean that adult.

- You wanna go to the strip club?

Is that what you wanna do?

- No.

- Why do you have to say adult?

meant like drink whiskey

or something like that.
- Oh, okay.

- You're
gonna get me fired.

All right, well, I gotta go, buddy.

- All right, I'll talk to you later, man.

- All right.

- See ya.

Hey, and thanks for checking
in on me, I appreciate it.

- Man, no problem.

- All right, see you, man.

- Bye.
- Bye.

You wanna brush your teeth?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Are you ready for bed?

Look at you.

I love you, buddy.

All right, let's go to bed.
- No.

- You got a different one?

I feel like we read this one every night.

You wanna read it again?

- Yeah.

- All right.

You like the pictures, don't ya?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Daddy.

- Yeah, it's a big fat guy.

All right, here we go.

Shut your eyes.

Shut your eyes, Sweetheart.

Nite-nite.

I love you.

You wanna leave this on?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Night.

Incorrect.

- Hello.

- Is that recording?

You guys turned my camera on.

Oh, we all slept in daddy's
bed last night, didn't we?

Well, I got some bad news, guys.

Something scary is going on in our house,

I'll tell you that.

I think you guys are gonna have

to stay with grandma tonight.

I didn't even watch the security
footage from last night.

I'm almost afraid to, honestly.

But stuff is definitely
starting to happen.

Come here.

I gotta make you breakfast,

we're running late.

I gotta get you ready
for daycare, come on.

So my neighbor friend
called me this morning

and he told me the security camera

was able to get that lady's license plate.

Legit, you know, allegedly.

So now I'm gonna go
see if my deputy log-in

will allow me to run her license plate,

considering she didn't leave
any contact information.

Wait, wait, what?

Oh .

Oh .

Your account has
temporarily been suspended.

Oh .

I'm in deep .

Hey, so you got a second?

- Yeah, what's up?

- So I think I messed up
on something pretty bad

and you're gonna hate me for it.

- Okay.

- So my neighbor told me
that their security camera

captured the person's
plate from the other night

that dropped that package off.

And so I logged into my
account and I ran her plate

to see who she was.

See if I couldn't get a phone number.

- Well, you
can't do that with your account.

- Yeah, I know.

- How did you do that?

- I used your account.

- Man.

- I am so sorry.

It tracked my IP and it knew I wasn't you.

So it locked me out of your account.

I don't even think you
can log in right now.

Is this gonna get you in trouble
for me using your account?

- Well, it's
not gonna get me in trouble

it's gonna get you in trouble.

- Why?

- 'Cause it's fraud.

- Fraud?

Is that bad?

So after apparently committing fraud,

I was able to obtain
this lady's phone number.

And so I've decided I'm just
gonna give her a cold call

and see what happens.

You know, I've looked at
her social media pictures,

she looks like a normal person.

So I'm just gonna give her a call.

We'll see how this goes.

All right, everything's set up.

Give her a call.

And I'm not gonna share
her name with the public,

'cause she seems like
a nice little old lady.

Please leave a message

after the tone.

- Hi, Amanda.

This is the guy that you left a package

for the other night on my front porch.

I was calling just 'cause
I had some questions.

As you might imagine,
some things are starting

to happen around my house that
I can't necessarily explain

and trying to get ahold
of you is the only thing

I can think of to do next.

So that's what I'm doing.

So and then no way am I a threat,

so you can just gimme a callback

and we'll just talk the poop and...

I am so sorry, I just said that.

That was really un...

I can't talk, I'm sorry, I'm nervous.

Please, just gimme a
callback and I appreciate it.

Thank you, bye.

She's gonna think I'm psycho.

I am a moron.

Hold on one second.

Hold on, I gotta pull over real quick.

I'm not sure if you can hear me.

Could you, I'm so I'm so sorry to ask,

could you call me right back?

I'm so sorry.

I'm just in my truck right now.

Thank you so much.

I can't believe she's
calling me back .

All right, this could be awesome.

All right.

So I just pulled over,
she's calling me back

here in a second and I
gotta get my cameras.

Where are my cameras?

There's one.

Please have enough battery.

Hello?

- Hello, this is Amanda.

- Hey, thanks, Amanda,
for calling me back.

Sorry about the creepy message earlier.

Well, it's nice to finally meet you.

- It's nice to meet you too.

I'm really sorry I scared you that night.

- Well, I'm not gonna
lie, it was pretty creepy

to see you on my security
camera at such a late hour.

But I totally understand why even you came

by at such a late hour
to drop that thing off.

Probably 'cause you were scared

and you just didn't
wanna interface with me

but I'm so glad you made the trip

because I do think something's happening.

And you could've easily
just thrown that thing away.

- We didn't.

We never considered that.

That would be really wrong.

- Well, I appreciate it.

- We were so scared
at what was happening.

We just wanted things
back to the way they were.

- So after you dropped that keyboard off

did you notice anything else happening

around your house or was that it?

- Since we gave you that keyboard

things stopped happening in our house.

- Wow.

- You said in your message

that things were happening
that you could not explain.

- Right.

- And we are very curious.

- Well, I mean, as you might expect,

I've heard the keyboard play itself.

I've heard noises around my house.

Things I can't explain, like...

So for the next 28 minutes,
we talked about everything.

About who she was, her
beliefs, how she was raised.

We talked a lot about my wife
and at one point I realized

that this lady has been nothing but honest

with me since the beginning,
which meant one thing.

My house was now officially haunted.

Well, thank you so much for your time

and I'm sorry I violated your privacy

by finding your phone number.

- It's okay.

- I've been meaning to ask you.

Did you notice anything else in your house

that maybe you didn't mention

because maybe you didn't
think it was significant

or I don't know.

Was there anything like that?

- Um.

There actually was one
thing that we didn't mention

in the letter because
we couldn't determine

if it was something that we did.

- And what was that?

- Well, every
night we close our drapes

so people can't see into our house.

And one morning we found the drapes

in the living room wide open.

We just can't remember
if we did it or not.

I don't know if that's relevant?

- Um.

It could be.

All right, so I got it pulled up.

Here is my camera angle from last night.

As you can see, the curtains are closed

and here is my living room security camera

from this morning.

Never even noticed that they'd opened.

Wow.

So it's moments of confusion like this

that make me start from the beginning

and relay everything I
know that has happened

up to this point.

The lady who dropped off the
keyboard on my front porch

has been telling the
truth the entire time.

The keyboard she dropped off

has already played itself
once in my presence.

But what if that was a
glitch in the keyboard?

Doesn't mean it's a ghost, right?

However, since it's
arrived, strange things

have been happening around my house

that I can't explain at all.

Loud banging, my son's door opening,

the metronome in the
closet, and not to mention

my word machine, spelling
out these letters.

- A word that's conveniently

in one of these pictures.

But as I wrap my head around the question,

is there any connection to any of this

or is it all merely random?

That's when I noticed something.

I looked back at these phrases.

Then I looked back at this picture

and it quickly became
obvious where I needed

to start looking.

And just when I thought
things couldn't get

any more complicated, I got a random

bombshell phone call from Roger.

Hey, Roger, can you hear me?

- Hey buddy.

- How's it going, man?

It's been a while.

- I'm good.

You got a second?

- Yeah, you caught me in
the middle of filming.

Can I call you right back?

Actually, can I just
film this conversation?

- Hell, you know I don't care.

- Cool, let me grab a camera real quick.

All right, so I got my camera set up.

What's up?

- So I hate to be calling so late

but I got some bad news.

- And what's that?

I have a feeling it's not gonna be good.

- Are you done using my house?

- I don't think I could ever
be done filming at your house.

If that makes sense?

Why?

- Because I
have to sell the place.

- Oh, that's bad news, isn't it?

That is bad news.

- I'm calling to give
you first right of refusal.

- Are you serious?

Is it the...

Are you asking the same
figure as that one time?

- Yes.

- Yes, sign me up.

- Now, can you
come up with that money

by next week is my question?

- I will get you the money next week.

I don't know how yet.

But I will get you your money.

When you almost sold it
last time I was like,

please let me know.

So thank you so much for
letting me know first.

- You know I would.

- Such a nice guy, man.

And that's how it happened.

The next day I called the banks.

I used my house as collateral
and I got the loan.

The following morning, I
dropped my children off

at their grandmother's and
headed straight to Florida

to close on my new house.

Something I had secretly been hoping

for since my first night there.

And as I walked the halls
to survey my new purchase,

I knew I did the right thing

by not letting it end up
in someone else's hands.

And even though the knocking
and phone calls had stopped,

I knew it would still
find a way to surprise me.

Hello?

- Hey, it's mom.

- Mom?

What's going on?

Why you calling?

- I just got a
call from your neighbor.

And he said he tried
calling your cell phone

but it kept going straight to voicemail.

- I don't have good reception out here.

Mom, why are you calling, what's going on?

- He called me

because something happened at your house.

- What happened at my house?

- He said that all
the lights in your house

were turning on and off by themselves.

And that your security
alarm kept sounding off.

- Okay.

- When he went
to bet a closer look,

he kept seeing a shadow of
somebody walking around inside.

He said he even got it on camera.

- Mom, listen to me,

you have to keep the kids
out of the house, okay?

I'm heading home, I'll
be home tomorrow night.

Please keep them at your place, okay?

I'll see you tomorrow night.

Okay, bye.

So I'm back home.

It's been two weeks
since my trip to Florida.

It's been two weeks since my house

went completely bat
crazy and all the lights

in here started flickering
on and off by themselves.

Not to mention my
neighbor's camera was able

to capture something
walking around upstairs.

I have no idea what the that was.

Apparently, the whole thing was kind

of a spectacle in my neighborhood too

'cause I got this on my
front door this morning.

It's an HOA violation.

Halloween decorations, out of
season, i.e. lighting effects.

They thought the whole thing
was Halloween decorations.

That's hilarious.

But anyway, no, I got bigger fish to fry

than an HOA violation and an $8 fine.

No, tonight's the first night

that my kids will be back in
this house spending the night

since that whole thing happened.

So I'm curious as to what's gonna happen.

This is a bad idea.

So I've sat down, I
started to look through

some of the footage I've
been shooting here recently

and I found a couple of disturbing things.

One was this shot which was the night

I noticed my son's door had opened itself.

And I reacted just because of that.

That's all I saw.

I never saw this.

What the hell is that?

Then I started to ask myself, you know,

why didn't I see that?

And it's because my son's
baby cam in the corner,

casting infrared light kind
of like a security camera.

So that's why I didn't see it.

And it doesn't end there,
it gets a little bit better.

So I came across this shot right here

which was filmed by a security camera

in the corner of my dining room.

And you can see that my
daughter's baby monitor

is on the dining table.

Take a listen.

So yeah, probably not the best
thing for kids to be around.

Great parenting.

Cut all these cameras.

Cut.

Oh .

So I just put the kids to bed

and considering tonight's
their first night back,

I figured I'd sleep upstairs on the couch

just in case anything did happen.

And I went around the house
and thought a whole bunch

of new cameras, formatted
cards, the usual.

So now my favorite part.

I wait.

I am recording, whenever you're ready.

- Do you want me to go ahead?

- Yeah, whenever you're ready.

- Well, I love you guys.

I'm gonna miss you.

And you both made me so happy.

Happiest I've ever been is
waking up to see your faces.

I just want you guys to know
that I love you so much.

And I'll always be looking over you.

- Hello?

- Hello, it's me.

- You scared
the outta me, man.

- I'm sorry.

- What do you want?

- I'm just calling...

I called the

- I totally
forgot to call, I'm sorry.

Um .

- Is everything okay?

- Can I just,
I'm fine, I mean it.

I'll call you tomorrow.

- Yeah, that's fine.

You sound a little stressed out though.

- This place
is okay during the day,

it's like bearable but during,
you know, when it's dark

it starts to get a little scary.

- Well, you
brought this on yourself.

- I just took my blood pressure,

it's 190 over, I don't know, whatever.

160 over 95.

- That's really high.

- I know.

I wish I could.

- Something
happen that scared you?

- I think mostly it's just my imagination

'cause sometimes I don't hear anything...

Which I totally understand
'cause I wouldn't wanna

be buried next to that guy either.

But you know, a topic of discussion

I'm kind of avoiding at the moment

is what happened last night.

Some of the most epic stuff
I've caught on camera thus far

and I don't really know
what to make of it.

I noticed that the curtain opened.

But then I had to go back
and review the footage

and that's when I saw the reflection.

So I remember at the Blackwell House,

I thought I saw something
in the TV reflection once

but I didn't get it on camera
so I never mentioned it.

- Daddy.

- It's okay.

So I just dropped the kids off at my mom

and they're gonna stay over there

until I figure out what to do next.

It's a great question.

Right now, the only option I see

is that I get rid of the keyboard

and just somehow hope
that everything goes back

to the way it was but...

But my dilemma is that as a parent

that totally feels like what I should do.

But as a husband,

how can I do that?

Hello?

- Hey, it's Officer Ramey.

- Hey, man.

- How you doing, man?

- Not so hot.

Can I call you back
tomorrow, is that cool?

- Sure, I was just calling

to tell you what I found
in that picture you sent.

- Um, what picture?

- The picture
you sent this morning.

- I'm sorry, I'm confused.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Did I butt-text you or something?

- No, you emailed it.

- I didn't email you anything.

What's it a picture of?

picture of a refrigerator

with letters on it.

- I haven't shown anybody that
picture, how'd you get it?

- You sent it to my email.

- I'm gonna have to call you back.

I'm in my garage, I'm gonna
go check my email real quick.

I'll call you right back, all right?

Okay, so this is really weird, man.

I did not send you this email.

- Well, then who did?

- I don't know.

I mean, I can't explain it.

This just doesn't make any sense.

I wouldn't have sent you this picture.

I haven't sent anybody this picture.

Why...

- Well,
do you at least wanna know

what my wife noticed about it?

I mean, you're pretty smart,
you probably noticed already

but I thought you were asking
for help so I took a look.

- Well, what did she notice?

- The
letters are backwards.

The ones towards the
top of the photograph.

- I gotta call you back.

I gotta go, bye.

Hey, Mom, can you hear me?

Hey, hey, I need you to get me
Mr. Crockett's phone number.

- Why?

- When he handled Terri's
estate we had to provide him

with Terri's death certificate, right?

- We did.

I remember giving it to him.

- Well, do you know if he still has it

'cause I can't find it anywhere.

- Yes, he told me he was planning

on mailing it back to you soon.

- Mom, I need you to get me
his phone number, please.

- Are you gonna call him now?

- Mom?

- Hello.
- Hi, is this Mr. Crockett?

- Yes it is.

- Hi, Mr. Crockett, this is Kathy's son.

I'm so sorry to be calling you so late

but I'm in a situation here.

I can't find my wife's death certificate

and I was hoping you still had it.

- We do,
but it's at the office.

- Is there anyone I can entice
you to go get that for me?

- Tonight?

- Yes, sir.

- Er, not tonight,

but I can get it your
first thing in the morning.

Does that work?

- Um.

- I have a digital scan

that I could email you.

- Yes.

A digital scan would work.

Yes, please.

Thank you.

- All right, hold on.

I'm gonna grab my computer.

All right, I found it here.

- Okay.

- Now is
there something specific

you were looking for?

- Not to sound sinister, but I was looking

for my wife's time of death.

I can't remember what it said on there.

Do you see it? Does it say it?

- It actually does.

- And what does it say?

- 2:47 A.M.

- I'm trying my best to make sense of this

and I just can't do it.

What are the chances that all
those late-night phone calls

happened at the exact same
time my wife passed away?

It's just, it's too much
to be a coincidence.

But my question is if there is
a connection between my wife

and that house and those phone calls, why?

And the only thing I can think of

is that maybe they were somehow trying

to warn me about my wife.

And I can't help but think
had I heeded those warnings,

you know, maybe my wife would...

But moving forward, you know,
I'm kind of exhausted here.

I don't know what to do after this.

I mean, this is just crazy.

So now I'm asking myself,
you know, what do I do next?

And the only thing I can think of to do

is to go back to that house and maybe hope

that there's stuff that
I overlooked before.

Maybe there'll be a phone call at 2:47.

I just don't know.

There's only one way to
find out, I guess, right?

There are only a few things
certain in this world

and love is one of them.

Love is so amazing that it's strong enough

can turn reality upside down

and make you realize anything is possible.

And even though there are
things I feel confident

I will never fully understand,

I know one thing for sure

that the ones we love who leave
us are never actually gone.