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[suspenseful music]

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[screams]

[breathing heavily]

[screams]

(man) I wanted to get away for the summer

with my girlfriend, Carrie.

Just the two of us.

- [gunshot] (man) Scott!

(woman) The camera looked like it was from the '80s,

maybe '70s.

[gun cocks] [screams]

It seemed completely harmless.

[screams] [pounding on door]

(woman #2) I just couldn't explain it...

[screams]

But there was blood all over her.

(woman) Hello? Is someone in there?

His eyes were completely black.

[faint whispers]

[ominous music]

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Ugh. Look at these two.

Let me guess.

Chad and Tiffany?

Hunter and Alyssa?

Stop it.

They are a sweet couple.

Ugh. Barf.

You know you hate them.

(Karen) I'd been working as a wedding photographer for over 15 years.

My little sister Marcia teased me for it.

[sighs] You used to be an artist.

Hey, I'm still an artist.

Come on, you spend more time

manipulating these photos on your computer

than you do taking them.

And you sold out.

Well, my kids like to eat, Marcia.

- Practically every day. - Fine.

I get it, but...

your birthday's coming up soon,

so I thought I would get you something

that reminded you of when you were young.

And cool.

Oh, my God.

This is great. Thank you so much!

You're welcome. Happy birthday.

Oh, you're the best.

I haven't seen these in forever.

(Karen) The camera looked like it was from the '80s,

maybe '70s, and it took me back to photography school.

What are you doing?

That's a wall.

Do you have any idea how long it's been

since I've worried about exposure time?

A while, I guess?

Yeah.

Years.

Smile.

Scott, do you even know what this is?

[rock music from headphones]

You're gonna make yourself deaf.

Do you even know what I'm doing?

- Annoying me? - Hey.

(Scott) Sorry.

Smile.

Nick will smile. Come on, Nicky.

(Karen) Our son Scott had been acting strange at the time.

Love you.

(Karen) But my husband Gary and I figured it was just a phase.

ominous music]

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The first set of pictures that were hanging

had these smudges, kind of.

I thought maybe there was something on the lens.

[ominous music]

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But then in the photo of my husband,

his eyes were completely black.

I remember what I saw in the viewfinder

when I took them.

Like Nicky posing with that sarcastic smile

she does when she doesn't want her picture taken.

I had a photojournalism professor

who used to call it "field memory"

when your memory was much better

than what you actually got on film.

It had to be that.

- And I love the group photos. - Yeah, they look great.

They're so cute, and this one's hilarious.

- Yeah. - How did she even catch that?

(Karen) The next day, I was completely distracted.

I couldn't wait to get out of my client meetings

and back to testing out the camera.

So just to be clear, for $2,000,

we have you for the entire day, correct?

Yeah.

- Okay? - All right.

- Let's do it. - I like it, yeah, let's do it.

Great. Great.

[camera shutter clicks]

[rock music from headphones]

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Aren't you eating with us?

Oh, I kind of want to...

I haven't seen you this excited

since we sold the minivan.

Go. Have fun.

(Karen) This was different than the night before.

It almost looked like a handprint.

Gary!

Gary!

[ominous music]

I panicked, and I opened the door.

They must have bleached out.

I swear I didn't imagine it.

It's an old camera, right?

Like, what? 30 years?

At least.

It's probably something on the lens,

like dirt or a scratch, maybe.

(Gary) Karen has an active imagination.

You artists are all crazy.

Come on. Come to bed.

(Gary) That's what makes her a great photographer,

but it's also what makes her jump to conclusions

when it comes to things she doesn't understand.

(Karen) I wanted to believe Gary's explanation,

but there were no dirt

or scratches anywhere on the camera.

[growl echoes] [gasps]

[hinges creaking]

[ominous music]

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[hinges creak]

[shrieks]

[breathing hard]

- What are you doing? - [gasps]

I--I had a bad dream.

It's okay. It's fine, come on.

Let's go to bed.

(Karen) I knew Gary would call me a crazy artist or something,

if I told him the truth.

I wanted to get proof about what I'd seen

before I showed him anything.

So I went around the house... [camera shutter clicking]

snapping pictures in every room.

In Scott's room,

that swirl of smoke again,

and under the bed, what looked like a--

a puddle of something.

And then in our room, the smoke was there again.

But there was something else under the bed.

[shrieks]

[pounding on door] Aah!

[ominous music]

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Aah!

[breathing hard]

[pounding on door] Aah!

(woman) Karen?

Marcia--Marcia, turn off the light,

and I'll let you in.

So I'm not crazy?

No.

I mean, could there have been an image on the film already,

and then when you took your picture

it just laid it on top of it?

And what's this, like, smoke?

Where did you find this?

At that antique shop in Old Town.

What?

The tag is from the Jersey City Police Department.

Then let's go.

So what was that used for, mug shots?

No, that's always been a lockdown quick snap.

Then again, you're missing the flash attachment

for shooting in the shadows.

(Karen) He told us that the camera had been used for crime scenes

by someone on the force.

Hold on a second, and I'll be able to tell you

exactly whose it was.

Let's see...

1988.

Anders Gustof.

Yeah, I remember him.

He was a weird one.

Real private, too.

Then again, I guess all them crime scene guys is messed up.

Is he still active, or retired?

He, uh...

he left a note about all them crime scenes,

and then he rammed a shotgun down his throat.

(Karen) Knowing that the previous owner had killed himself

scared the hell out of me.

By the time we got home,

the pictures were back to normal.

I just couldn't explain it.

There's nothing weird with these pictures.

But at least this time, my sister had seen them, too.

There was before.

You have to believe us. There were bodies and blood.

Maybe the camera somehow caught something.

I mean, all these people died these horrible deaths,

and that's what keeps showing up.

Yeah, but what was up with all the smoke?

We need to get rid of it.

(Gary) I honestly didn't believe that anything strange was happening,

but it was clearly scaring Karen, so I got rid of it.

I can't tell you how relieved I was that that camera

was out of our lives.

[hinges creaking]

[door clicks shut]

Ahh!

(Karen) We need to get rid of it.

[hinges creaking]

[door clicks shut]

Ahh!

(Nicky) There's someone in my room.

- Oh, my God-- - Oh, baby.

Shh...

What is on your shirt?

(Karen) Nicky wasn't hurt,

but there was blood all over her.

When she said she saw a man taking her picture,

I knew it was related to that camera.

(Gary) I searched Nicky's room. I didn't find anything.

So I figured it was just a nightmare.

I mean, she had been hearing about Karen's weird photos.

At that point, we all had.

I was ready to just be done with the whole thing,

but the next morning

Karen insisted we look up that crime scene photographer

who killed himself in the '80s.

What?

I think I found his... son.

Hi.

Are you Anders Gustof's son?

Yeah.

(man) The camera.

Yeah, he talked about the camera.

I was too young to know anything,

but my mom said it was more like

the rantings of a crazy person.

His suicide note wasn't much different.

He said he captured death on film.

That he'd seen it.

That death wasn't a state,

but an actual thing,

and he'd seen it-- photographed it.

Did he say what it looked like?

A cloud of dark smoke surrounds the victims.

Lurking in the shadows to see its work...

Aah!

Discovered by the living.

It's a quote from his note.

You know, he set the camera up to take a picture of his body

after he pulled the trigger.

And he wasn't lying about the smoke.

Anyway, I'd get rid of that camera.

We already did.

Then maybe you're stuck with it.

We couldn't understand what he meant by that.

If throwing the camera away wasn't gonna solve it,

then what would?

I'm gonna check on Nicky.

Honey, what's wrong?

I'm scared of the man.

I'll come lie down with you in a second.

[exhales] Exhausted.

[Scott groans]

Scott?

(Gary) Scott?

[grunting] Ugh...ugh...

Scott! Scott!

Hey, hey! Hey, buddy.

Scott. Scott, sit up.

- Oh, my God. - Hey, Scott.

Scott, breathe. Breathe. Hey, sit up, buddy.

- Breathe, honey! [Scott gasps in air]

Are you okay?

Breathe. Breathe, buddy.

- Are you okay? - W-what happened?

What happened, bud?

Oh, my God.

- Talk to me. - I don't--I don't know.

Are you okay?

How did that get in here?

I-I was just curious.

I took it out of the trash.

- Are you okay? - It's okay.

(Gary) When it happened to Nicky, I thought it was

just a bad dream,

but now, actually seeing it happen to Scott,

I couldn't deny it anymore.

It had to be related to this camera

or to that photographer who owned it.

(Karen) That night Gary threw the camera in the river across town,

and after, that we never experienced

anything weird in the house again.

It was finally...over.

[intense music]

[bird cries]

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[wind chimes dinging]

[rock music]

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(woman) Would it kill you to enjoy the sounds of nature

for, like, five minutes?

Yes, it would. That actually sounds awful.

(Tim) I wanted to get away for the summer

with my girlfriend Carrie...

just the two of us.

[laughter, chatter]

(Tim) But she insisted that we invite her best friend

Gwen and her new boyfriend Scott to come along.

Careful with the plumbing. Old pipes.

And the water comes from the lake.

Fine for taking a shower and for washing dishes,

but if you're gonna drink it, give it a boil first.

You bring the bottled water?

There's water in the beer.

(Tim) We had all just graduated.

What's back here?

Carrie was applying for med school the next year,

and I was starting a new job,

so renting the cabin for the summer

was sort of a final fling before entering the real world.

Bathroom's right there.

This is where we keep the emergency winter gear

for the cabin.

Lock it in the summer, though.

You better keep it that way.

(Carrie) The landlord was creepy, but I didn't let it bother me.

I was there to have fun with my friends.

We were really looking forward to six weeks

of fresh air and sunshine.

[thunder crashes]

(Carrie) So what do you guys got?

Nothing.

Pair of jacks.

Full house.

Who's taking their top off?

[thunder crashes]

Wow. The storm's, like, right on us.

At least the power's still--

[laughter]

Please tell me we brought flashlights.

[soft laughter]

I think I'm gonna apply for internships at a few hospitals

and then take the year to apply to med school.

Wait, you think?

Yeah.

I mean, once I do that,

I basically am committing to that

for the rest of my life,

and I want to take the summer to figure it all out.

Extra batteries?

Nope.

"Winter gear" would probably mean stuff like that, right?

Batteries and lanterns?

Yeah, but he said for emergencies.

My vacation is an emergency.

[loud thudding] [wood cracks]

(Tim) The landlord said it was full of winter supplies,

but there was nothing in the room.

- Scott-- - This'll last a few minutes.

(Carrie) It was just an old candle.

It seemed completely harmless...

but something about it felt... off.

What is it?

Nothing.

What was the degree for?

For my parents.

So your girl's gonna be a doctor,

and you're going to be a waiter?

Restaurateur.

Just a waiter first.

You know, learn the ropes.

(Tim) Scott was kind of annoying.

Always making judgy comments like that,

but he was dating my girlfriend's best friend,

so I played nice and just kept my mouth shut.

(Gwen) Scott-- - This'll last a few minutes.

What the hell, Tim?

They flew across the room on their own.

Okay.

You're hammered and apparently a loon.

I'm going to bed.

(Tim) No one believed me. Not even Carrie,

But if I hadn't seen it,

I wouldn't have believed it either.

[woman screams distantly]

[distant screaming]

- Hey. - Huh?

- What? - Do you hear that?

Rain.

No, it sounded like shouting.

[distant yelling]

[voices echoing]

[distant shouting]

(Carrie) The rain had stopped,

so I thought I'd take a quick look outside.

[distantly, screaming] Hey!

Hello?

Hello?

Someone in there?

Hello?

[screaming echoes]

[soft groan]

Hello?

- Ahh! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Relax. Relax. It's me. - Damn!

You scared the hell out of me!

Did you hear the shouting?

I heard you shout when I scared the crap out of you.

You're such a jerk. There is someone here.

Where? Hello?

(Carrie) Tim said I'd probably had too much to drink.

Can we go back to bed now?

Please? Come on.

It's late.

(Carrie) I knew he was wrong... - Got you good.

But I dropped it, and I went back to bed.

How was it?

I got to be honest.

I think the rain made the trails better.

(Scott) Hey, can you drive us into town?

I'm going to grab some supplies

in case the power goes out again tonight.

- And some decent wine. - Well, I've got mud

in my ears, so I need a shower.

I'll take 'em.

- Sweet. - Yay for Tim.

- Shotgun. - Keys?

[gasps]

(Carrie) I made the bed that morning...

[shower water runs]

And I was positive I'd turned off the shower.

[shower water running]

[water stops]

[bubbling in tub]

Hello?

[echoing screams]

[shower water running]

[gasps]

[shower resumes running]

[water bubbling in tub]

I ran outside and waited for Tim to get back.

I told them about the man's boots, and the gun I saw,

and the blood in the tub.

That's not blood, babe.

That's just how it looks.

Remember what the landlord said?

Rusty pipes. Lake water.

I know what I saw.

You think this place is haunted, don't you?

Are you sure you don't want something?

Beer, wine?

Okay.

[click]

Recording.

- This is stupid. - No, it's not.

Look, I saw this on TV once,

and sometimes the recording device

can pick up the spirit's voice, even though we can't hear it.

Just go with it, all right?

Not like we have anything better to do.

Spirit, are you here?

Spirit, are you horny?

[guys chuckling] - Are you turning this

- into a joke? - Well, this is insane, so...

Okay, well, if you don't want to be a part of this,

then you can go sit in the other room.

Or in the corner with your pointy hat.

That actually sounds like a pretty good idea.

- Scott? - I'm with you.

Okay. Let's try this again.

Maybe you should ask?

Okay.

Are there any spirits in this house?

What do you want us to do?

Okay.

Let's play it back.

(Carrie on recording) You can go sit in the other room.

(Gwen on recording) Or in the corner with your pointy hat.

(Tim on recording) That actually sounds like a pretty good idea.

- Scott? (Scott on recording) I'm with you.

[chairs scraping]

(Gwen on recording) Okay. Let's try this again.

Maybe you should ask?

(Carrie on recording) Okay.

Are there any spirits in this house?

(Gwen on recording) What do you want us to do?

Okay. Let's play it back.

[raspy growl]

(Carrie) What was that?

I don't know. Hang on.

(Carrie on recording) Are there any spirits in this house?

(Gwen on recording) What do you want us to do?

Okay. Let's play it back.

[growl]

Aah!

Gwen and I told the guys about what happened...

And they called the landlord right away.

You opened the storage closet.

(Tim) We told him about the crazy things going on,

and he didn't even flinch. He'd heard it before.

How does this help?

Just wait.

[clattering, footsteps]

(man) I'm gonna kill you, if it's the last thing I do!

[clattering]

(woman) Help me!

Why are you doing this?

[overlapping, echoing voices]

[voice volume increasing]

[overlapping shouting]

[muffled voices]

[shriek] [gunshot]

[water dripping, bubbling]

(Tim) That's not blood, babe.

Remember what the landlord said?

Rusty pipes. Lake water.

I know what I saw.

You think this place is haunted, don't you?

(Carrie) What was that?

(Gwen) I don't know. Hang on.

(Carrie on recording) Are there any spirits in this house?

(Gwen on recording) What do you want us to do?

Okay. Let's play it back.

- [growls] - Aah!

(Tim) How does this help?

(landlord) Just wait.

(man) I'm gonna kill you, if it's the last thing I do!

[woman groans]

(woman) Help me!

Why are you doing this?

[overlapping, echoing voices]

[voice volume increasing]

[overlapping shouting]

[muffled voices]

[shriek] [gunshot]

(landlord) It's an old voodoo trick I learned from my nana.

Don't know why, but the spirits'll go after

that flame like moths.

- Who are they? - Well, they were a couple.

Long before I owned the place, about 20 years ago,

they were out here for their honeymoon.

He killed her with a shotgun and then himself.

(Carrie) As soon as he said that,

I knew that we had been hearing and seeing ghosts.

There was no question about it.

(Gwen) I mean, it makes sense.

We even burned the candle.

It must have stirred the spirit.

Okay, well, I'm drunk and tired and going to bed.

You want to stay?

I don't want to stay. I'm going to stay.

We can survive one more night.

Why are you dating him?

(Carrie) I had a couple glasses of wine to try to get to sleep.

I thought I could make it one more night

and leave in the morning.

[footsteps]

[wood creaking]

- Ahh! - [gasps] Tim!

Aah!

What?

[crying]

Take your stuff.

(Carrie) We were out of there in less than 15 minutes.

None of us will ever forget the things we heard

or saw in that cabin.

Aah!

If there's one thing I've carried with me

since that summer,

[gunshot] Ahh!

It's that spirits really do exist.

I don't care if you believe me,

but I hope you never have to find out the way that I did.

[dramatic music]

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