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I heard that the area
had a sketchy history.

It was like the wild, wild
west in that neighborhood.

I knew I wasn't alone.

Danielle?

What had started out as
a few small noises...

Had become a much bigger thing.

There was something there that
didn't have good intentions.

My heart stopped.

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My property was a bargain.

Obviously not tended to
by the previous owner.

And nobody knew it was on the market.

The location was perfect.

It was very close to my tattoo shop.

It was a great find.

I knew that in the '60s and '70s,

the neighborhood had become
inhabited by biker gangs

such as the Hells Angels
and Satans Slaves.

The biker history did not put
me off buying that property.

I got tattooed down the street at
a Hells Angel-owned tattoo shop

when I was 20.

I love that history.

One of the best things about the
property was that it had a guesthouse.

It would be perfect as
possible income rental

or maybe a guest room and
an art studio for myself.

But I knew it was gonna take a
lot of work to get it livable.

There were a few personal items in there,
so I thought maybe somebody homeless

was squatting in it when I bought it.

I was rolling up the really gross
carpet, and it was crunchy and stinky.

The cool thing was that there was
really nice hardwood floors underneath.

And that's when I saw that there was
this gigantic hole in the floor.

The wood was literally
ripped out of the house.

It was really bizarre.

I can't imagine a reason that
you would need to do that.

I also noticed that the
window had a crack in it.

When I looked closer, I saw
that there was a little hole.

I put tape on the cracks of the
windows to sort of seal it up,

keep it from falling apart further.

And it was just added on to my
list of "to be done later."

The first month I bought the house,
I did get a lot of the work done.

And it really started to feel like home.

Greg and I have known
each other for 24 years.

We ran around in the same punk circle.

So we have a lot of common interests
as far as bands we like to go see.

I met Danielle and really admired
her as an artist right away.

I mean, is it hot and beautiful
here, or is that just you?

I was extremely happy
when I was able to say

I can pull up to this house on
a daily basis and live here.

Danielle, are you in there?

Yeah, I'm in the bath.

Being that the guesthouse was only
feet away from the main house,

it's very easy just to walk on
over and use the facilities.

There was nobody in the guesthouse.

It was very, very quiet.

I felt a stare that you know
someone is watching you.

I got goose bumps.

The feeling was overwhelming.

There was no one there
in the bathroom with me.

It sounded like the sigh of a person.

I actually felt a breath on my neck.

I knew I wasn't alone.

- Hey, babe.
- Hey.

What's up?

I had never seen him
that shaken up before.

Part of me thought he was being a wuss.

Do you need a hug?

I felt, um, that there was something
going on with the guesthouse.

I didn't think too much about it.

Maybe he's just a little sensitive.

- Oh, my God, you made it.
- Yes.

Oh, good to see you too.

My great friend Hana decides
to move to California.

Danielle was so amazing.

She had a job waiting for
me that I could walk into.

I wouldn't want to rent my
guesthouse to just anybody.

Hana was the perfect fit because
then I can make some rental income,

and it was like having
your sister live with you.

Living room... I was really
excited to be moving in there.

It's in this beautiful neighborhood.

It's close to work, and
it's just the perfect size.

Oh, my gosh.

I put in a lot of work on that house,

and with Hana staying
there, I was very excited.

I never mentioned to
Hana about the hole.

Oh, yeah.

I had covered it and stacked it with
stuff because it became my storage room.

That's just boxes and stuff.

I really wanted the space to... To
feel like home and be somewhere

where I'd feel creative and inspired.

Oh, wow.

There was a vinyl record that
had a really cool look to it.

It had an awesome picture on the label.

So we decided to hang the record in
the bedroom sort of at eye level,

just near the bed in the corner.

I like it.

Oh, thank you so much.

I'll see you later?

- Bye.
- Okay, bye.

I noticed that the record was
twisted around the wrong way.

I thought it was weird, but I just went
to readjust it and then went to bed.

It was about 3:00 in the morning,
and I heard a loud knock.

Then I heard it again.

It sounded like it was
coming from under the floor.

And I heard the TV make this static
popping noise, and the screen flickered.

It was really weird.

There was just this huge surge of sound.

How is this even possible?

It just didn't make any sense.

At some point, I was able to
drift back off to sleep again.

It was like someone had taken that vinyl
and physically turned it all the way

around upside-down.

It just left me with a really
uncomfortable feeling.

A few weeks later, I came home
in the middle of the afternoon.

I was immediately struck by
how cold it was in the house.

I could see my breath.

I checked the air conditioner, and
the air conditioner wasn't on.

So I went and I... I grabbed a jacket.

I started putting on extra layers,
which is just crazy for California,

especially that time of year.

I suddenly felt a
strange feeling.

As I looked up... I saw the
curtain billow inwards

as though somebody had just walked
right past it and into the room.

At first, I thought it
could've been a draft,

but there aren't any open
windows in the house.

All of the cupboards were wide open,
and all of the doors were open.

It sounded like a voice.

Help me. Help me. Help me... It felt
like it was coming closer and closer.

And I suddenly felt like somebody was
whispering right next to my ear.

Hey, Hana.

Hey, you want to go see a band tonight?

Hey.

Did you just whisper something?

No.

And being someone who's skeptical my...
myself, I was hesitant at first

to... to talk to other people about it,

because I didn't want them
to think I was crazy.

I was rushing around,
getting ready for work.

I started to get the feeling that
there was someone watching me.

So I... I wiped the steam
off of the frosted glass.

I saw something out of
the corner of my eye.

Danielle?

I was pretty freaked out.

Ah!

Suddenly, I was hit with a
jolt of icy cold water.

I had to physically turn
the water back off.

I felt so creeped out in there.

Then something grabbed me and...
and yanked me backwards.

It stopped me right in my tracks.

But there was nothing there.

I was terrified.

I felt like I was going crazy.

I was at the point where.

I felt like it was more than I wanted
to handle and deal with on my own.

Look, there's something
wrong with that guesthouse.

So I told Danielle everything.

Maybe you've just been working too much.

Hana is a workaholic.

She'll do 12-hour days,

and when she comes home, she's
drawing for her next day.

Look, I'm gonna go stay with
my mom for a few weeks.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Take as much time as you need.

I decided I needed to take a
break and just clear my head

and get out of the environment
for a little bit.

Hey, do you mind if I have some friends
stay in the guesthouse while you're away?

I invited Roy and his wife Cazzie to
stay at my guesthouse for the weekend.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Roy is a drummer, currently
in a band, Stone Sour.

Danielle's done a lot of my tattoos.

Actually, she's done
this whole entire arm.

It took about, uh, five years,
something like that, on and off.

She's amazing.

- Holy cow. I love it.
- Yeah.

Wow, what a beautiful, peaceful vibe.

Awesome. Dig it.

Here's to all of us.

Cloud nine. I stand up...
stick's in the air...

Later that night, my wife Cazzie
and I were sleeping in bed.

It was pin-drop silent.

I mean, it was so quiet.

Yeah, out.

I woke up like, "What the hell?"

I just felt like a pair
of eyes were watching me.

When a bed shakes like that, I mean,
I think that'd wake anybody up.

Though my wife, she slept through it.

And then I heard footsteps, kind
of like a tuh... tuh, tuh...

tuh, tuh, tuh.

It was like someone was in front
of the bed and just went... ehh!

For a second, I thought it was some...
Like... like, an earthquake tremor.

Another shove.

I knew this definitely
was not an earthquake.

I was scared.

Just a little more paint,
a little more polish.

Maybe a new roof.

Yeah.

It's coming together.

You sleep well?

Roy's face was kind of shocked.

Can I get some coffee?

Roy's definitely not easily shaken.

Being on stage, you have that
kind of confidence, you know.

And he looked like a man that had
seen something or felt something.

There was no other logical explanation.

What happened?

I knew it was definitely
supernatural... experience.

I've never been so scared in my life.

Hana, Greg, and Roy now have all
experienced things in the guesthouse.

Hey, uh... Hey, Roy, Roy...

I wanted friends and family
to be able to stay with me...

Can I talk to you before you go?

And feel comfortable and not

have trouble sleeping or
being scared in the night.

A few days later, I noticed that
the guesthouse door was open.

When I walked by the bathroom window,

I noticed that there was finger
marks across the window.

That's strange because...
nobody's in there.

Greg?

So I thought, in my head, maybe
somebody had strayed onto my property.

Greg?

I was creeping around.

I didn't want to make any noise
in case it was an intruder.

But nobody was there.

All of a sudden, I felt...
like a hand grabbed my hair.

But there was nothing there.

And I started feeling
very dizzy, nauseous.

And I felt like I was gonna vomit.

As soon as I ran out of the
guesthouse, I felt fine.

I have never experienced
anything like this before,

and I was starting to believe
that my house was haunted.

Hey.

Hey.

About what happened... Look, it's...
it's fine.

I just needed a break.

I can handle it.

I had decided that I was
just gonna put everything

out of my mind and get on with stuff.

I heard a loud bang.

And it jolts me awake.

I was sitting there,
trying to convince myself

that it wasn't anything to be afraid of.

I really distinctly heard
the sound of footsteps.

They stopped right at
the foot of the bed.

I felt the bed start to move.

It became more intense.

The figure had grabbed me.

It was such a strong pull.

What had started out as a few small noises
had become a... a much bigger thing.

I knew that there was something there that
didn't have good intentions towards me.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Why you sleeping in the car?

Something wasn't right.

She didn't look like she felt well.

I can't stay in that house anymore.

I just... I felt like I was going crazy.

Something happened to me in there too.

I'm sorry.

I felt bad because.

Hana and I are like sisters, and
I was really worried about her.

It's okay.

I didn't want her to be
experiencing anything negative,

but it was nice to know
it wasn't just me.

What's going on?

We need to get some answers.

I knew of a medium locally in the area.

We were put in touch with him through a
friend of mine, and his name was Mark.

I've worked as a psychic
medium for over 20 years.

And I do the work because
I want to help people.

Even though I'm a
psychic, I'm skeptical.

I want to be someone who
can provide evidence.

I really didn't know what to think because
I don't know if psychics are real.

You want us to fill you in
on what's been going on?

Actually, no, not at all.

I don't want anyone's opinions.

I want to go in without any
preconceptions as to what I experience.

The first thing I do when I
get there is I clear my head.

Sometimes there's nothing.

Sometimes there's something.

I realized that there were
bikers, in spirit, watching me.

I could sense their anger
with me for being there.

I was apprehensive.

I recognized that I was
dealing with something

really significant at
Danielle's property.

Immediately, I was drawn
to the guesthouse.

I felt the presence of a young woman.

She's so scared... He was genuinely
affected by something in the guesthouse.

This girl was trapped in the guesthouse.

It was almost like this movie that was
playing again right in front of me.

No. No!

There was a biker.

No! No!

He was a stone-cold killer,
and I could see that in him.

No... no!

No!

He drugged her.

I couldn't really believe
everything that Mark was saying.

It was very shocking.

No!

No!

It was like a punch in the guts,
realizing that this may have been this

threatening presence that I felt
was standing at the foot of my bed

and coming for me.

Bam, bam, bam.

Gunfire going off in my ears.

And I had to just block it.

I thought back to that hole
in the guesthouse window.

Maybe it had something to do
with what Mark was saying.

I could hear her last breath.

That blew my mind.

Oh, my God. That's... That's
exactly what I heard that day.

It was powerful. It was horrible.

When I shared about the
young woman's murder,

Hana seemed to take it
really kind of hard.

Maybe these things that I had experienced
in the house weren't... random.

Maybe they were echoes of a
story relating to this woman.

And she's still living it.

I wanted to leave, but
something still felt

very strange about the location.

And I had to go and see what was there.

As I got closer and closer to that
area, it felt like that something

really bad had happened there.

And I could smell cigarettes.

The biker was literally in my
face, almost nose to nose.

Ah... And that's when I felt the
burn of the cigarette on my arm.

And it was shocking.

I mean, I'm not used to
having them reach out

and do something to me,
and that happened.

I was in shock that there's this hole,
and I wanted to know what it was.

The feeling of death
just overwhelmed me.

That was where they put
her away like trash.

It started to make a lot of
things make more sense to me.

The way I had seen
the curtain move.

I knew that there was
something under the floor.

I knew that the neighborhood
had a sketchy history.

I just didn't know that it
had happened on my property.

I had to regain control
of my living situation

so that I could sleep through the nights

and not be feeling afraid
in my... in my own home.

I was sad that Hana was leaving, and
I really didn't want her to leave.

Something woke me up.

A man was standing right by my bed.

My heart stopped.

Greg!

Gre... - When I looked back...
- What's wrong?

The person was gone.

Oh, baby.

Danielle's a strong woman.
She's not easily intimidated.

And she was frightened that evening.

She saw something that
scared the hell out of her.

Where are you now, huh?

You picking on a woman,
huh? Are you a coward?

I was really angry.

"Bring it on," you know what I mean?

And that... that didn't
sit well with Danielle.

Stop it.

Why?

Nothing's gonna... A hand
just grabbed my face.

Greg was white as a ghost.

How the hell can I protect Danielle
from something that I can't see

or something I can't control?

I couldn't live like this anymore.

I had to get to the bottom of this.

Honey, what are you doing?

Babe, go back to bed.

I have to find her.

If that woman was killed in my house,
does she want me to find her body

so that the truth can be told?

As I sit here today, there's still
a hole in my guesthouse floor.

I love my house, and I'm not
planning to go anywhere.

I know something's in there.

I just haven't found it yet.

I am not gonna give up.

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