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(ominous synth music)

(eerie music)

(match flares)

(recorder clicking)

- The Boothe house...

is kind of the...

kind of the paranormal hotspot in all of Flonette county.

And there's a lot of history and... they say...

there's always a they, they, they say it's haunted.

But, as the story goes...

Jacob Boothe murdered his wife,

stabbing her brutally to death on Halloween night

about 30 years ago.

After which, he went up the stairs, sat at his desk

and shot himself in the head.

Some people say that the house itself is what drove him

to kill her, that there was something in the house

that pushed him over the edge.

Other people say that he was obsessed with his work

and it drove him mad.

No one really knows.

What we do know is that there was a Jacob Boothe

and there was a Cynthia Boothe and she was murdered.

We all have our belief system,

we all have our own interpretation of heaven or hell.

Some people believe that individuals who commit

horrific acts of violence

are then condemned to relive those moments

in sort of a cycle, over and over again.

Almost as punishment.

Until they are willing to face what they did...

And some never do.

Some people think that that is what's been going on

in the Boothe house for the last 30 years.

That Jacob and Cynthia still walk the halls at night

looking for a resolution as to what happened that night

and that's why I'm here.

I figured I'd come and stay the night in this place

and try to get the inspiration I need to finally

get this idea, get this story on paper

because something's missing

and I mean, what better place to come for inspiration

than the very desk Boothe shot himself at?

I'm going to write something truly terrifying

and this is the place to do it.

(recorder clicks)

Yeah.

(thunder cracking) (rain splattering)

Okay...

(typing)

(ominous music) (rustling)

Something's chasing her.

Something chasing her.

(eerie music)

(paper crackling)

(intense synth music)

(thunder cracking) (rain splattering)

(typing)

(ominous synth music)

(zipping)

(intense music build)

- Knife to meet you.

(clicks)

(thunder cracking) (rain splattering)

(ominous chord) (whispers)

(light hearted music)

(record clicking)

(record stopping)

(deep rumble)

(thuds) (phone dings)

(phone clatters)

(ominous music)

Okay.

Evil clown.

(typing) (ominous music)

(children chattering) (ominous synth music)

(children screaming)

(dramatic chord)

(intense synth music) (chattering)

(panting)

(panting)

(car driving by)

(dramatic chord)

(flies buzzing)

(gasps)

- [Clown] There's a spider in a web...

And she's gonna be dead...

I'm comin' around, I'm comin' around.

And we're home. (laughs)

- [Clown] Where are you?

(ominous music)

(laughing)

(hypnotic synth music)

(dramatic chord) (laughing)

(cries out) (thuds)

(groan)

(thunder cracking) (rain splattering)

(scratching)

(thunder cracking) (rain splattering)

(recorder buzzing)

- [Woman] Hey.

I know it's been kind of hard for us to talk lately...

I mean I know that you've been really busy with work

and things and you're trying so hard.

I just want you to know that ...

there's nothing to be ashamed of.

and that things are gonna work out,

like things will get better.

And I believe in you.

I'm just so proud of you.

And I want you to know that...

that I love you.

(clicking)

(crackling) (screaming)

(gasps)

(dramatic chord)

(ominous music)

(typing)

(ominous synth music)

(rustling)

(ominous chord)

(eerie chord)

(ominous synth music) (rustling)

(crying out) (snarling)

♪ ...as fires broke upon the American skies. ♪

♪ Freedom was ringing ♪

♪ That much was true ♪

(ominous synth music)

♪ Jumped in my truck, drove home to you ♪

♪ We made love and drank beer to the light of the moon ♪

♪ Freedom was singing ♪

(thudding)

♪ What did I do? ♪

- Damn it.

♪ I drove my truck ♪

♪ I drove my truck right home to you ♪

♪ I drove my truck... ♪

(paper crinkling) (thunder cracking)

(paper crinkling)

(typing)

(ominous music)

(typing) (building ominous music)

(door slams)

(footsteps thudding)

(ominous music) (crying)

(sobbing)

(ominous chord)

(electrical buzzing)

(light hearted music)

(screaming)

(light hearted music)

(gasping) (ominous music)

- Oh my God.

(gasping)

Oh shit.

Oh my God.

(phone whirring)

Yes, yes please come quick I just killed her.

I just killed her.

No I just killed my wife!

(ominous chord)

(ominous music)

(phone clatters)

(discordant music) (rain splattering)

(wood rubbing)

(discordant music)

(pen scratching)

(ominous music) (whispers)

(gunshot) (thunder cracking)

Some people believe that

those who commit horrific acts of violence

are then condemned to relive those moments

in sort of a cycle,

until they are willing to face what they did

and some never do

(doorknob clicks)

and that's why I'm here.

(eerie music)