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Masterson House Investigation, Journal Entry No. 1, October 16, 2002,

I left home early this morning. I gave some serious thought to driving down the

coast, but realized that taking Interstate 5 through Sacramento would be

albeit not as scenic.

Journal Entry No. 2. I left Riverside as soon as the sun came up and took I -10

to Phoenix.

I kept thinking that the desert was such a lonely place.

I started fixating on a scenario where my car broke down and I was stuck out

here in the middle of nowhere.

That would suck.

However, all doom -laden premonitions aside, I arrived in Queen Creek on time.

Of all the investigations that I've conducted, my initial impression of the

Masterson house was not as I expected.

I got to the house at 2 p .m. Seth Masterson, the owner, was waiting there

arranged. Hey, Carter.

I am. You must be Mr. Masterson. Oh, please, that's fine. My first impression

the house was that it was unlike any site I've investigated before.

It was beautiful, well -kept, and had a lack of ominous foreboding.

Not the typical kind of house you would associate with a haunting.

Seth Masterson is a Los Angeles -based television producer.

I found him to be pleasant, if not slightly arrogant.

I was a little put off when he jokingly made that movie reference that I hate.

Crossover, children!

Step into the light! Yuck.

Seth's relationship to the house is unique.

He's never lived it in himself.

He inherited it from his father, who had himself inherited it in 1982 after the

murder of his brother and Seth's uncle, Joseph Masterson. Until his recent

death, Seth's father kept the house virtually unchanged for the past 20

The house's only consistent contact with the living has been a gardener who's

never stepped foot inside and a cleaning woman who comes to dust once a month.

When I asked Seth if we could tour the house immediately, he made it very clear

that he had no interest in going inside.

He insisted that instead we interview the cleaning woman first.

Martha Guzman did not speak English.

Her daughter Alma translated for her.

For the past several years, Ms. Guzman was

paid to routinely clean and check up on the house.

Over the years, she says she's witnessed strange things, such as objects moving

by themselves, but never felt that the incident posed much of a threat.

Typically, she worked during the day, but on a recent occasion, attempted to

clean the house at night.

During this incident, she claims to have been struck by an unseen force while

standing in the main hallway of the house.

I could tell that her fear and emotion were real, but I couldn't help but sense

that the three glasses of wine she had during our interview was a huge factor

that. What puzzled me the most about the interview was Seth's reliance on her

story. He doesn't strike me as a gullible man, and his unquestioning

her experience was eating away at my inner skeptic. Okay.

An overly emotional woman who comes by to dust the cobwebs every couple of

claims she's experienced unexplained things in the house.

And you're offering me $5 ,000 to do an investigation?

What am I missing?

Seth came clean about why he wanted me to investigate his family's home.

After the death of his father, Seth came to the house to assess its market

value. After spending a few minutes in the house, he felt an overwhelming sense

of dread and was compelled to leave quickly.

While getting back in his car, he glanced back at the house and claims to

witnessed something that, to this day, still keeps him up at night.

My uncle had two kids, Peter and Suzanne.

My cousin Peter and I were the same age when he died.

I only met him a couple of times, but I remember what he looked like.

That night, I saw him in that window.

That was his bedroom.

That was the room he had killed him.

I've spent my career as a paranormal investigator, debunking everything from

strange sounds, unexplained moving objects, to the occasional phantom odor.

But sightings of full -body apparitions are rare, and I pride myself on being

able to spot a fake. It's easy to tell the difference.

If someone is happy to tell you that they've seen a ghost, they're lying.

It's the ones that wish they hadn't that you should believe.

I've done many investigations in houses where murders have taken place.

More often than not, my services are requested in an effort to disprove a

haunting to potential buyers.

What seemed like a typical scenario was suddenly becoming something more.

That's when Seth added a twist that I was not expecting.

I have one extra request.

You won't be working alone.

I've brought on a small team here to help you document things.

This might come off as me sounding difficult, but I actually prefer to work

alone.

I understand. Believe me, I do. But I'd personally feel better if they were here

with you.

There's this video guy I've known for the longest time. He's wanted to do work

for me, and a writer, too.

They'd be completely at your disposal, I promise.

I've arranged for a hotel suite for you tonight.

They'll be here and available tomorrow.

I imagine that's when you'll start.

It's been a long two days, and I'm feeling very tired.

But I look forward to starting tomorrow.

Even though it was in the middle of the day, the interior of the house was very

dark. I immediately noticed that a few small lamps and picture lights were on,

which I found to be odd.

But the darkness was heavy.

I prefer to maintain the natural ambiance of the site whenever possible.

I believe that the level of psychic energy is best preserved when least

disturbed. Rather than test the light switches, I decided to retain the

darkness.

The majority of the furniture was covered in white sheets, which gave the

somewhat of a blank feeling.

But I could tell from the pictures that I had seen that the majority of the

house's artifacts remained untouched.

In the living room, I came upon a portrait of the Masterson family.

I had seen it before amongst the crime -themed photos I was able to acquire.

A simple wooden cross rested atop the picture frame.

My initial thought was that Martha Guzman had put it there.

In the kitchen, there was an antique birdcage with two stuffed birds in it.

At first, it seemed out of place, yet I almost instantly drew a connection

between the stuffed birds and the house, as if both seemed to be frozen in time.

To my surprise, the house was very clean.

Even the sheets appeared to have been routinely changed.

Miss Guzman must be an honest woman.

I then entered the hallway where she claimed to have been struck by an unseen

force. Picture frames on the wall were empty and reversed.

an odd balance in vacancy and preservation.

I wonder who felt compelled to remove them.

From my research, I knew that the door in the middle of the main hallway led to

the former bedroom of the Mastersons' three -year -old daughter, Suzanne.

I was surprised to see that Suzanne's dolls were still set up in her room.

A sadness came over me, followed by a chill.

I then made my way up to the other side of the house where a narrow staircase

led up to Peter Masterson's room.

It was from the window in this bedroom that Seth claimed to have witnessed the

spectral image of his young cousin.

Hey.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Why'd you sneak up on me then?

Well, I didn't. I rang the doorbell a few times and called out. Nobody was

so I came in. Well, I didn't hear you.

I don't think I was whispering either.

But I'm Colin, by the way. I'm the video guy. Carter's in.

Colin Green nearly got kicked in the balls, but I decided to let that one

So you must be the ghost hunter.

Yeah, that's one way of putting it, sure.

Have you noticed anything up here yet?

Actually, just a minute ago, I saw a ghost up here.

Are you serious?

Yeah, I'm an idiot. I deserve it a lot. No, that was mean. I'm sorry.

Hello?

Hi. Hi.

I'm Yvette Sandoval with the Arizona Daily.

Oh, you must be the writer. Hi, I'm Carter. Welcome.

Carter! Wow, it's so interesting to meet you.

It's going to be fascinating to watch you work.

This is Colin. Hi. Hey, I'm the video guy. So I'm so excited to work with you

guys on this little project.

And I read some of your book, and I thought the analysis statements were

credible. I mean that. Thank you. And the way these people were off in this

house. I bet the ghosts are going to be lining up for you.

How about a little reverence for the dead?

I'm sorry, was I being insensitive?

Mocking the murders of a decent and loving family?

That's more than insensitive.

It's repulsive.

And who might you be?

I'm Mary Young.

Mary Young?

Were you asked by Seth Masterson to join us?

Yes, Mr. Masterson asked me to be here.

I'm with the Fundamentalist Church of Christ.

Joseph Masterson was one of our founding fathers.

I myself am the founding member of the Community Youth Brigade.

The Mastersons were a great, great family.

They were loved very much.

I'm sorry.

Let's never mention anything about your church being represented.

Mr. Masterson asked me to be here to make sure that the reputation of his

is not...

Tarnished in any way.

Well, it's nice to meet you. Mary Young, is it?

Mary Young Mortensen.

I'm Carter. This is Colin and Yvette.

Okay, why don't we just take some time to get settled in so we can get started

soon, okay?

I'd like to have a meeting at 7, if that's okay with everyone?

That works.

Yeah. And also, if somebody wants to give me a hand, I've got some gear

I could really use some help. Sure.

Cool.

There's a reason why I like to work alone.

I'm not exactly the social type, and I always feel awkward around new people.

But for $5 ,000, I'll make the best of it.

One quick note.

The church girl could be a problem.

It's safe to say that my theories on what happens to us when we die aren't

sort of things you learn in Sunday school.

I'm hoping that this is not going to be an issue for us.

I hate being judgmental, but I've observed her for a bit today, and I find

somewhat childlike.

I don't know what it is. There's just something about her that bothers me.

Wow, you've got quite a few things.

Just the essentials.

I'm really excited to be here. I think this is going to be fascinating.

The Mastersons were a great family that did a lot of good.

Joseph Masterson, the father, he used to run a program through the church that

reformed troubled teens.

That's cute.

But people don't want fluff stories.

People want blood and guts.

Excuse me.

Do you guys have a second?

Okay.

Okay, Seth gave me keys to the house for everyone. That way there won't be any

issues if anyone has to leave.

You're welcome.

You're welcome.

For some reason, Seth only gave me three keys.

But I thought you can just have mine since I don't plan on leaving the

until we're done.

I don't see why I would either, but thanks.

Sure.

I'd like to start with what happened here 20 years ago, and then we'll talk a

little bit about what we'll be doing here over the next few days and nights.

On October 10, 1982, the Masterson family was murdered in this house.

Joseph Masterson and the father, Mary Beth, his wife, and their children,

seven, and Suzanne, three. Joseph's body was found in the upstairs bedroom.

His throat was cut, and he bled to death on the bedroom floor.

Peter's body was found in the other upstairs bedroom.

He was stabbed repeatedly.

Suzanne was found here.

The same was done to her.

And finally, Mary Beth.

She was found right there.

Shit.

When police arrived, they found the following note on the table.

This table.

To those who may find me here, I have found my family slain.

I cannot go on without them. Forgive me for my weakness.

Signed, Mary Beth Masterson.

It's believed that Mary Beth came home, found her family stabbed to death, and

ended her own life with a gunshot to the head.

Allegedly. Well, it makes sense.

She was murdered!

Suicide is a sin. A woman like Mary Beth Masterson would not have committed

suicide. Regardless, traumatic events like these, especially those with

unanswered questions, tend to lend themselves to haunting situations or

situations where people transpose their desires for closure by fantasizing that

the spirits are in turmoil because their murders are unsolved.

Okay?

Why don't I just explain to you how I go about conducting a paranormal

investigation.

Basically, there are two types of people who do what I do.

Believers and skeptics.

I'm a skeptic.

So what I try to do is disprove a haunting before I try to prove one.

And only when I witness something I cannot rationally explain do I believe

there's a haunting.

So then how do you prove a haunting?

Well, um...

In theory, if spirits exist, they are invisible forms of energy.

And although energy is invisible, it is scientifically quantifiable.

So I use digital thermometers and electromagnetic field detectors to

changes in temperature and electrical currents.

Yeah, but if you can register something energy -wise, but it's invisible, then

how do you prove that to somebody else?

The only proof that ever holds up is video. But, you know...

Even video is subjective.

But I also do EVP work, which is electronic voice phenomenon.

It's an attempt to capture sounds and voices that our ears can't hear, but

register on tape.

Have you ever recorded any voices?

Oh, sure. But rarely are they ever so clear and concise as to be absolute.

So I tend to leave the authenticity up to the listener.

So for tonight, what I'd like to do is just sort of observe the house.

Okay, just paying close attention to the areas we talked about.

Now, we may witness something, we might not.

But, if there's something here to see, it's helping to show us.

Okay, Carter, here's my plan of attack.

I'll use my laptop to link four night vision cameras that are small enough to

put anywhere in the house.

Tonight, I'll set them up in a few general areas, including the hallway

the cleaning woman claims she got hit.

I also have a handheld camera for roaming shots if needed.

The resolution on the night vision cameras isn't the greatest, but we'll be

to record in total darkness.

I also have a split screen feed set up so we can monitor the cameras in real

time.

Wow, looks like you really do know what you're doing.

Thanks.

Yeah, you know, I never really had much luck with video.

I do much better with audio.

I'm not so video literate. But if you do capture anything, mist,

floating orb, full -blown apparition carrying a bloody severed head, just let

know, okay?

Well, actually, I haven't seen floating severed heads since I dropped all that

acid back in college. Well,

we still know what to look for.

I'm getting ready to kill the lights here. Are you almost ready?

Yeah, I'm ready to go.

All right, cool.

Now, before we get started, let me tell you about two types of hauntings to be

aware of, residual and intelligent.

An intelligent haunting is when an entity attempts to make contact with the

living, either by manifesting itself physically or by altering its

as a means of drawing attention to itself.

A residual haunting is when the psychic energy from a traumatic event becomes...

trapped in time, and the event replays itself over and over again.

What happened in this house?

Is it dark where you are?

It's dark where I am.

Did you turn out the lights to make it more creepy?

I think you're just trying to scare us.

It's not my intention to scare anyone.

It's just that the darkness is conducive to certain activity.

You know, my boyfriend used to say the same thing.

If he found me naked somewhere, I guess he was on to something.

You know, seeing the way these people died, this house is starting to freak me

out.

Do you think we'll experience anything here?

Well, you know, some people search their whole lives for proof that there's life

after death.

Do you think we'll ever know?

Eventually, we all know.

Please, Lord, forgive these would -be blasphemers.

They're not here to question your afterlife or your glory.

I want them to learn more about the great families that lived here and the

that was done in your name.

Please help to give us strength.

Amen.

What is that? This is a digital thermometer.

I'm taking temperature readings.

You getting cold?

Yeah.

Something feels heavy on my chest.

I'm not sure I like this.

Hey guys, I need you to get up here quickly. There's something you need to

Who turned the AC on up here?

You feel it?

Yeah, I do.

It's definitely colder up here than it is down there.

It's not the AC.

The AC's not on.

Is it hard to breathe, too?

A little bit.

It's noticeable.

Yeah.

Good.

I just wanted to make sure that you felt the same thing that Yvette and I did.

I'm not feeling it as much anymore.

I see.

Yeah, you know what?

I think whatever was happening is passing now.

All right.

Let's get downstairs so I can take some more readings.

Now that was weird.

What would have caused that?

The first thing we need to do is make sure there's not a practical explanation

for it.

It could be any number of things, really.

An open air vent, a gas leak.

I'm going to take some EMF readings to see if there's an electrical field

anomaly. All right, well, hey, guys, hold up a second. I've got to get my

and stuff.

Yeah,

hold on I just gotta get my battery for my camera

Why did you leave me out there?

I'm a person too. You don't need to act like I don't exist.

Mary Young, are you okay?

Of course I'm okay. Why are you asking me that?

Um, you need to come with me.

Come on.

Why are you pulling on me?

You had an accident. I'm trying to save you from embarrassment.

What are you talking about?

How did that happen?

I'll get your bag.

Now you can get all cleaned up.

What happened? Did it just spring up on you?

It's early. I just had it two weeks ago.

They're funny like that sometimes.

Well, I... I'll spoil against women.

Because we're weak.

You probably use birth control.

Here.

I'm sorry, but that is one strange...

Fucking girl.

Let's spare her any further embarrassment and just pretend we never

Yeah, but seriously, is that like, is that normal? No.

Okay,

how about I show you how to use an EMF detector?

Yeah, that works for me. Okay.

Hey, Cutter, can I have a light?

All right, thanks.

Ready? Yeah.

Okay, so this is the EMF detector.

It's an electromagnetic field detector, and it measures electrical currents.

So if we do run across an anomaly, it will spike.

But the important thing is to move very slowly, because if you move too quickly,

you'll get false readings.

Now, where were we before? Right here, I think.

Hmm.

No, I'm not registering a fluctuation.

No.

I might have gone dead for now.

We'll have to try again later.

Are there any entities here that wish to present themselves?

How many of you are here?

What are your names?

Carter. What?

I think my battery's going dead. I need to go change it.

Hey, Carter, get your ass down here.

That chair right there just moved on its own.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I came down to get a battery for my camera. I was over here. I turned

around over here.

I heard a sled across the floor, and then I turned around and I saw it.

You're positive?

What, are you fucking kidding me? I saw it.

Hey, guys, what's going on?

Were any of the cameras pointed this way? Fuck, I'm sorry. I turned them all

when I switched to handheld.

Don't do that again.

All right, let me get a base reading.

Chris McCord.

You know that?

Yeah, what is that?

What happened?

I think I need a cigarette.

Yeah, so do I.

But it's dark outside.

Honey, it's dark inside.

I don't think I'm going to get any sleep tonight.

Yeah, I hear that.

Yeah, it might be better to sleep during the day.

That way we can be ready to go again by nightfall.

We have a lot of work to do.

How in the fuck could she just sleep?

Night one yielded an unprecedented event.

It's heartbreaking knowing that Colin didn't have video rolling at the time,

I could tell that he feels guilty about the mistake.

I've asked him to keep them rolling from now on and to back up the footage on

disc during the day if needed.

He did, however, capture nearly five hours of footage last night and has

to review them today.

I personally captured several hours of audio, which I will examine today for

possible EVPs.

How many of you are here?

What are your names?

What are your names?

Names.

What

are your

names?

Are there any entities here that wish to present themselves?

Are there

any entities here that wish to

present themselves?

So, Dr.

Bankman, do you need any help?

Huh? Oh, do you need any help going over your stuff? I mean, it looks like you

haven't slept all night.

Yeah.

Yeah, you know what? Help would be great. Thank you. Yeah, did you find

yet?

Yeah. You know, I caught a couple of things.

There's one thing that's really strange, though.

That doesn't make any sense.

You know what? Let me just clean this up a little bit, and then I'll show you,

okay?

All right.

Coffee.

Hey, me likes you.

Hey, it wouldn't have my mornings any other way. Well, unless, uh, you know,

French roast came and IV dripped.

Why would you want to pollute your bodies with that poison?

Well, hey, I'm no barista, but, uh, I'm gonna do my best.

Caffeine is very bad for you.

Well, so are cigarettes. But I'll probably go smoke after I have a cup.

She doesn't look too good.

Must be a heavy flow.

Sorry.

Hey, come check this out.

Are you going to sit?

Well, actually, I was just waiting to see if the ghosts were going to pull it

out for me.

So this is some of the audio I got last night.

It's not the best quality. I still need to work with it a little bit, but I get

the idea.

hearing that? What is it? I don't know. I cannot find an explanation for it.

It's a gunshot.

My father's a police officer.

He has a lot of guns. He collects them.

It's definitely a gunshot.

Although I'm not surprised to hear it.

Why's that?

The neighborhood isn't as nice or as safe as it used to be.

There's blacks in the neighborhood now.

Wow!

That was incredibly racist of you. I didn't mean it in a racist way.

Well, I'm no expert like Mary Young's daddy, but that smell last night, tell

that wasn't the smell of a gunshot.

Can I borrow you for a minute? Oh, sure.

Why a ghost hunter?

Why the interest in the dead?

I just never got along with the living all that well.

Seriously, that's not an answer.

Uh, well, my parents both died when I was very young.

Death has been a prevailing factor in my life.

It's something I've had to be comfortable with from a young age.

And where did you study?

I had a psych degree from Berkeley.

So how do you go from a psych degree to ghost hunting?

It seems like a stretch.

No, actually, psychology and ghost hunting have a lot in common.

How's that?

Well, both deal with things from the past that haunt people in the present.

It just started as something I was interested in, so I joined the

Society in Seattle.

They were good people, but most of them suffered from overactive imagination.

tended to damage their credibility a bit.

But, you know, I did witness things that I couldn't rationally explain.

Now, last night you said we won't know the truth until we ourselves are dead.

Well, here's a heavy one for you.

Is proof of that one floating white ghost the same as Captain Ahab finding

great white whale?

Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Hey Carter, hey come look at this.

I just saw something in the footage from last night.

Hey watch watch the image in the hallway Can

you make the image larger?

Yeah Those are fingers.

Play it again.

We need to focus on the kids' rooms tonight.

Can you set up cameras specifically in those areas?

Yeah.

So, Carter, is that your white whale?

No, but it's a fin.

Journal entry number nine.

I saw a remarkable piece of video today.

The image of what appears to be Suzanne Masterson is the most compelling

spectral image I've ever seen.

The idea of showing it to people when this investigation is over has

dancing in my stomach.

This is going to shift the entire focus of my work here.

All right, real quick. We all know where the focus of tonight is going to be,

the kids' room.

But before we get started, I want to play a couple of clips of audio that we

last night.

This is the first one.

What are your names?

I'm Miranda.

Oh, hell no.

Who's Miranda?

Oh, here's the other one.

Are there any entities here that wish to present themselves?

Oh man, that is seriously fucked up.

As I said, we know where we need to focus on tonight.

Look at all this old stuff.

Do you think Colin's a nice boy?

Sure, he's a nice boy.

Smoking thing's really bad, but he could stop that if he wanted to, I think.

Colin's an alright guy.

I'd give him a seven overall.

Not fiscally developed enough for my taste, but if you want my advice, to get

guy, any guy, you need to drop the whole holy roller thing.

Oh. Whatever you do, don't take any advice from this lady.

They're modest clothes.

The church preaches modesty in attire.

Modesty schmodesty.

Nobody's going to look twice at you wearing this shit.

Well, modesty is better than looking like a whore.

College, have you seen Carter?

I think she's in one of the other upstairs bedrooms.

You gotta check these out. I found them in the upstairs master bedroom.

So much for the goody -two -shoe Mastersons.

Yeah, no shit.

Oh, shit, man. They got names on them.

Yeah, they got, uh...

Man, Carter's going to love this one.

Oh my god, this feels like young.

Where'd you find these?

Now, where'd you say you found them? In the closet, up on the shelf.

What is that?

I don't know.

I know that doesn't look like a standard issue church item.

No.

I think people got some weird -ass fetish gear.

Yeah, I'm thinking our big Joey Manchin was some kind of a freak.

Maybe.

Hey, what's up? I'm a little embarrassed. I mean, I don't consider

scaredy cat, but all this fucked up Miranda shit has really got me wigging

Yeah? Yeah. I don't know. I just thought I should tell someone.

Well, uh... You wanna... You smoke?

What?

This'll calm you down.

You're a lightsaber.

All right, ready?

I'm ready. All right.

All right, I'm up here in the master bedroom of the master house with Yvette.

I think Carter is downstairs somewhere.

I don't know what the hell she's doing.

EMFing. Yeah, she's EMFing herself somewhere downstairs.

So what are we looking for?

Ghosts. We're looking for ghosts.

Yeah. If you were a ghost, where would you be?

Maybe there's some ghosts on the bed.

They might have left their sexual energy.

Let me check.

Nope, no sexual energy here.

Unless, of course, Colin.

Want to join me?

I don't know. You know, Carter could come up here and find us.

Mary Young might get mad.

Mary Young might get mad.

She might get turned on, too. Who knows?

These people had no taste at all.

I wouldn't marry her.

What was that?

Fuck you.

Shower built for four.

How many people we got here?

Four.

But I don't do girls.

I do.

The power of Christ compels you.

Demon spawn!

Yeah, I think I'm ready to go see what Carter wants us to do.

I'm up here in the master bedroom of the Madison house with Mary Young.

I don't know where Yvette is or Carter is. They are probably downstairs doing

something very uninteresting.

So what

do you think we're going

to find here?

Nothing.

Mastersons are in heaven.

What about the chair?

The chair moving?

That was like seriously one of the most insane things I think I've ever

witnessed like ever.

I didn't see it.

She's beautiful.

Yeah, I guess.

Not really my type if you ask me.

Maybe they go, oh, good.

Yeah, what's up with this thing? I don't know.

Must be here, my mistake.

That's disrespectful.

Can we just go downstairs now?

In a second.

Oh, yeah, this is some good stuff right here.

What do you think about this?

I'm just wondering, you know, and I really have no opinion of it because I

know what it is, but it obviously has some

Something religious in nature. I don't know if you have any idea.

No.

What?

Something was in there.

The Bible.

Not a whole Bible.

I'm done here.

Hi. Again.

Hey, Carter, get in here.

I just saw her in the video. She just went back to one of the bedrooms.

Just right there. I just saw her. Hurry up. Hurry up. I can't see her now.

Her bedroom?

Suzanne, are you here with us?

Suzanne?

Can you see where she is?

She's in the corner in front of you.

Are you okay?

Wait here.

Peter? Peter, are you in here?

Peter, what's happening?

Who's hurting you?

Mary Beth, are you hurting Peter?

Peter, what's happening?

Peter, is your mother...

She was in Suzanne's room.

Then she went right past us.

Into Peter's room, right there.

There.

Look at that. She went right through me.

Colin, what did you feel when you were knocked down?

Fucking floor carter.

She went through me. Ruby.

Gosh, with Ruby, I... I felt her.

I felt her.

I strongly believe that what I might be dealing with here is a residual

manifestation.

To prove this, I'll have to establish a repeating time sequence.

Colin! What time did Suzanne appear to us?

Hey, uh, Carter.

Yeah, we've been talking and it's, uh, it's seriously not cool.

What's the drill, Nancy?

The same event keeps replaying itself.

We're witnessing their murders and the event replaces itself every night.

Are you even listening to us?

Don't you see what's happening here?

What happened here?

Mary Beth killed her family. She didn't find them dead. She slaughtered them

herself. That's not true.

She went through me.

And I felt her.

I felt her anger and her pain.

And I saw with her eyes, and I'm telling you, she murdered those children. Stop

saying that about them.

You're nothing but a stupid, godless person.

I won't let you disgrace them like that.

How do you know she didn't do it, Mary Young? No Christian mother would kill

children like that. I hate to break it to you, but these people were not as

saintly as you make them out to be. Then it's too bad you're... mother didn't

try to kill you.

I think it's time for you to leave, Mary Young.

God damn it, stop this!

You guys need to stop this right now. This is fucking childish, Carter. What

you doing?

Stop!

I'll kill you!

Get off of her!

Let her go!

Fucking stop it!

Oh, hey, what's up, man?

Oh, yeah, it's been total chaos, let me tell you.

I got some real crazy shit on video, man. You wouldn't believe it.

Oh, yeah, and get this.

Last night, Mary Young fucking got in a fistfight with Carter.

Mary Young.

Do you know Mary Young?

We need to talk.

I think that last night we just had... Hey, Carter, I think there's something

that you've got to hear.

Hey, Carter, what's going on? Collin says there's been some trouble in the

house. Uh, yeah.

Yeah, we've had a couple of problems. But you know what? We've had tremendous

activity.

That's not what I'm talking about. It's this Mary Young person.

Oh, yeah.

We had an altercation.

But you know what? It's going to be fine. We'll talk it out.

Uh, no, it's not. She's not supposed to be there. I don't even know who she is.

What the fuck are you doing here?

What are you talking about?

Why are you in this house?

I was asked to be here by Seth.

Yeah, I just talked to Seth.

He's never heard of you.

Why are you here, Mary Young?

The church.

What about the church?

Why are you here?

I'm a Guzman.

The daughter of Mrs. Guzman who used to tend to this house.

She's decided to join my church.

She's going to be a member of my youth brigade.

She told me that Seth Masterson had contacted you, a supposed paranormal

investigator, to investigate the house.

The people who lived here were good people.

They don't deserve to have their memory dirtied by godless people like you.

I took it upon myself to make sure that didn't happen.

You need to leave.

Now. If I leave within hours, there will be hundreds of people on the front lawn

stopping you. One more word out of your mouth and I'm calling the cops.

You can feed them your bullshit.

Go. Don't think for one second. I'm calling.

Now.

Fine.

Do you mind if I get my bag first?

Get it.

Mary Young?

I want that key back.

Well, that was fun.

My God.

She's crazy.

That bitch Mary Young pissed in my fucking bag.

She's out of her fucking mind.

Are you kidding me?

Smell my fucking bag, Carter.

Are you sure she didn't? It was either her or one of you two.

That's it. I'm going to find out about this bitch.

Watch. Can you take your bag with you? No.

Uh -huh.

No kidding.

Thanks.

You got it.

Okay, check this shit out.

So I made a few calls.

My friend has a friend who goes to the same church as Mary Young. In the last

four years, she's accused four different men of sexually assaulting her at

church. A few months ago, she got banned from church after defecating on the

floor during an outburst.

So apparently, she's completely out of her mind.

Oh yeah, and the youth brigade?

You guessed it. She's the one and only member.

I've already made a call to my lawyer. She's one sick bitch.

Can I say something?

Sure.

You look like ass.

Seriously. You look like shit.

Let me help you. No, I'm fine.

Ass.

Total ass.

Just show me how to use this.

Alright. Alright, alright.

Pretty basic. Use these keys to scroll through the footage. You hit P to show

the time clock.

The plus or minus to zoom in and out.

And you click this if you want to slow something down.

That's pretty much it.

Okay. Journal entry number 13.

What can I say about what's happening at this house?

I'm at a loss for words.

I feel drained.

I have a tremendous sense of guilt, yet I'm hateful of the thought of quitting.

God, what's wrong with me?

Did you leave Betty?

No. Did you back up the footage from last night on disc?

Yeah, it's backed up.

You know, I think we should leave.

You're scared, Colin. You can leave.

Look, I'm not scared, Carter.

There's a difference between fear and stupidity. You know, I know you're

supposed to be the fearless ghost hunter.

But one more night like last night, and who fucking knows what could happen.

I've only known you for a few days.

But you don't strike me as the same person who I saw rolling around on the

last night with Mary Young.

She attacked me.

I read your stuff.

I mean, are you forgetting your own theories?

You know, if spirits do exist and they have to draw on energy from around them

to materialize, maybe it goes the other way.

Maybe what happened here is getting inside of us.

Transferring all that negative shit to us.

This house is the single most active

site I have ever encountered.

I don't know if anyone in my field has seen anything like this.

Ah, the intensity.

The tangible repetition.

It's a powerful anomaly.

I can't just walk away.

I'll understand if you move along.

Journal entry number 14.

Thank God this night will be our last.

Nothing.

Hey, Carter.

What?

Yeah.

How come nothing's happening?

Yeah.

I don't know. I don't know.

The house has gone completely dead.

I just... There's nothing.

Well, what's missing?

I want to hear now from all you lost children out there in the darkness.

Hello. You're on the air. What's your name?

Mary Young. God bless you, child.

What is it that you want to tell me?

I know these people that are doing a very unchristian thing.

And I've been driving around all day, thinking about how I can stop them. Are

these godless people?

Yes. I see.

There are times in life when you must choose sides, and you have to ask

this question.

Is my faith pure enough to stand in opposition to those who go against God?

Remember this, Mary.

Only the righteous are worthy to be warriors of God.

Since the incident last night, I want the answers as bad as you do.

I decided to come here. I've been going over some footage, and I think I found

something.

If you zoom into the background, I don't know what it is. I might be bugging

out, but I want you to see it right there.

At first, it just looked like a flash of light, but after Colin slowed down the

footage, we saw this.

What do you think that is?

Miranda. Ah, shit.

Hey, I'm going to go get a new battery.

I don't see any.

Neither can I.

Hello, Colin.

Look, I thought we made it real clear that you weren't supposed to be here.

Yeah, I understand.

But when I got halfway home, I realized I left my sweater here.

You know, you could just tell me where it is, and I'll go ahead and get it for

you. That's okay.

I'm not even sure right offhand where I left it.

You know, you seriously are not supposed to be here.

Please?

It'll only take a minute. You can just pretend like I'm not here.

All right, but, uh...

You better just think it through.

Thank you, Colin.

You're so nice to me.

What are you doing? Please, Colin.

Just look at me.

Just look at me a little bit longer.

What? Do you like me, Colin?

Look, you just need to get that damn sweater and get the hell out of here.

Fucking go, you crazy bitch.

Talk, sucker.

Here, try my key.

Yeah, I guess it was just here.

Who? Yeah, a little friend, uh, Mary Young showed up to try to get her

You're kidding.

No, I'm totally serious. She better be fucking gone. Oh, she's gone, man.

Believe me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

All things in heaven are bathed in light All things here

are dark

If you didn't see her drive away, then how do you know she's gone? Give me a

break. She's fucking gone.

Fuck it. I'm calling the police.

You want to get up there?

Help me.

Help me, please.

Who's there?

Somebody help me.

Who's saying that?

Help me, please.

Where are you?

I'm back here.

If this is a game, it's not fucking funny.

I'm hurt.

There's a room in there.

Can you get the window open?

No, it won't open.

Let me see if I can give it a shot.

Okay.

I got my hand real bad on a nail up here. Oh.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I should have... Let me come down.

Yeah.

All right, I'm going to try to find another way in here.

Come here quick.

I'm in Peter's room.

Get your camera.

Hurry.

You have to see this. Hurry, Colin. You're going to miss it.

That's it, man.

Nothing but weddings from now on.

Hey Yvette, where are you?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Now, let me tell you about the Masterson family.

Joseph Masterson was a good man who tried to help a lot of people.

Sometimes, if girls were bad, their families would send them to Joseph for

Joseph did his best to rid them of their sin and wickedness.

One day, Joseph brought a new girl home to his family.

This is Miranda.

Her mother says she has been a whore in God's eyes.

Her salvation is our responsibility.

Since Miranda had sinned with boys, her family did not want her back until she

was clean.

Do you beg forgiveness for your sins? Why have you not confessed?

You will confess. I will punish you as you punish yourself until you do.

Miranda was a stubborn girl, but Joseph would not give up on her.

I have given you a new name.

You will be called Horus.

Until I decide otherwise.

You will live here, like this, until you have taken my teaching

into your heart.

Weeks went by, and yet Miranda would not confess her sins.

She refused to accept Joseph's teachings into her heart, and for that, God made

her belly grow in sickness.

But still, Joseph would not give up on her.

Many months passed and Joseph told her family that she had run away.

He knew that they wouldn't understand that she had a new family now.

Mary, prepare yourself for me.

Mary Beth was a good wife to Joseph, and they had a special way of showing their

love for each other.

But Mary Beth wanted to be the only mommy in the family, and she became very

angry.

When

Joseph was

asleep, she made sure Suzanne and Peter were asleep too.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Mommy, wake up.

Oh, no.

Peter. Mommy.

Hurry. Stay out. Be quiet, Peter.

And then she went to check on Miranda and the baby.

My children are asleep now.

My

husband

is the center of cleansing sins.

I'm in hell.

Mary Beth was a good Christian woman, and she knew that Miranda's baby needed

be saved.

Although as a woman, she was forbidden to do so, Mary Beth decided to baptize

the baby.

Since she loved her family so much, she knew that she would miss them, so she

made herself go to sleep too.

When the neighbors heard sounds from the house, they called a policeman.

Well, it's nice to meet you. Mary Young, is it?

Mary Young Mortensen.

My father's a police officer.

He has a lot of guns. Collects them.

It's definitely a gun shop.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Sit down in my chair.

To whom it may concern, I have returned to this house to find the people in it

slain.

I have no memory of how this happened, but it seems as if I am responsible.

For that, I am deeply sorry.

But I know that my faith has guided me through this.

And because of that, I feel no shame for what I have done.

My only regret is that I don't have the strength to continue God's work on this

earth.

Forgive me for my weakness.

The walls are stained with

the blood of my family.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Thank you.

You can't get out.

The door doesn't open.

And now, some people search their whole lives for proof that there's life after

death.

Do you think you'll ever know?

Eventually, we all know.

I don't really know what happened, but I

don't think I'm alive anymore.

I try to leave the house, but I can't.

I'm stuck here.

I'm alive.

I'm here.

Somehow I'm here.

I'm here.

And I exist.

Now, before we get started, let me tell you about two types of hauntings to be

aware of, residual and intelligent.

An intelligent haunting is when an entity attempts to make contact with

either by manifesting itself physically or by altering its environment to the

means of drawing attention to itself.

A residual haunting is when the psychic energy from a traumatic event becomes...

Trapped in time and the event replays itself over and over again