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(electricity buzzes)

(low, ominous music)

(static hisses)

- Okay, we're rolling.

What's up, guys?

Welcome to a brand new episode of Boo Ya.

My name's Ryan Davis, and with me today is,

my brother from another mother

and best friend, Jack Jenkins.

So today we're gonna figure out what's more terrifying,

being attacked by an infectious

alien monster from outer space,

or being eaten alive by an ugly-ass brain-craving zombie.

Well folks, we shall find out real soon.

(door squeaks)

(Ryan and Jack yell) (woman screams)

Boo Ya!

(Ryan and Jack laugh)

- Ryan?

Is that you?

Oh my God, you little shit!

- [Ryan] Go, go, go!

- [Woman] Ryan!

(Ryan laughs)

I swear to God, - [Ryan] Good shit.

- [Woman] I am so sick and tired of you

and your stupid little pranks.

I'm gonna tell Mom!

(Ryan laughs)

(static buzzes)

- [Ryan] Nice sunny day here in hell.

That's my setup.

I got my bed, my movie posters.

Here's Johnny!

- Ryan, get out.

- [Ryan] Uh, this isn't your room anymore.

You're moving out, remember?

- Ugh, can't wait.

Aw, are you gonna miss me?

(Ryan chuckles)

- [Ryan] Hell no.

As soon as you're gone the dog's moving in here.

- Oh, whatever bozo.

Oh, hey, can you do me a favor?

Can you take that box outta my room?

You ass, Ryan come back.

- [Ryan] Cuja!

How's my baby doing?

How's my baby doing?

Hey Mom.

- I don't want you filming me with your dad's camera,

you know this.

- [Ryan] Technically it's not his anymore.

It's my camera.

- It is his camera, because he gave it to you,

and that's not a gift.

A gift is the iPhone that I got you.

- [Ryan] Don't worry Mom, I still love you more.

- You better.

- [Ryan] So, is your new boyfriend coming over tonight?

- Okay, I'm done, go get the fireworks.

Go.

- [Ryan] Nice camera, buddy.

- [Jack] Yeah, not as nice as yours, Ryan.

- Thanks.

Excited to film today?

- [Jack] Yes I am, I'm always excited to film.

- [Ryan] Test out our new cameras, gonna be awesome.

(car whooshes) (horn honks)

Cut.

- [Jack] That guy almost hit that car (laughs).

(people chatter)

Ha ha, ooh, are you okay?

(girl screams)

Hi, Tina, how are you?

- [Woman] Peekaboo, ready, ready?

- [Jack] Wanna play peekaboo?

Peekaboo!

Peekaboo!

Hello Lorraine.

- Now, don't video me, this isn't Candid Camera.

Get that thing outta here.

- [Jack] Hi Grandma.

- Save it for the fireworks.

- Der der der der der der der,

der der der der.

Hey!

(Grandmother laughs)

- [Jack] So, okay, I'm pretty sure your family

don't like me filming them.

So, whatcha doing on your new iPhone?

- Nothing.

(firework sizzles and hisses)

- [Jack] Come on, Ryan, say cheese.

Say cheese!

Oh.

That's a long sparkler, oh there it goes.

(family and friends cheer)

- [Woman] Does that make you sad?

(woman laughs)

(firework booms)

- [Jack] Oh, shit. - [Woman] Oh!

(firework booms loudly)

- [Jack] Oh, ho ho ho!

- So, what do you think?

- [Ryan] Eh, it's not bad.

- And this is my room.

Um,

major upgrade.

Obviously it's much bigger than yours.

- [Ryan] Whatever.

- Oh, do you know what the best thing is

about having your own place?

Wait (laughs).

Not having to share the bathroom with you.

Oh, my gosh, so nice.

(Ryan hums)

Um, where do you think you're going?

- [Ryan] Well, I had this really big

bean burrito this morning, so,

I kinda gotta use the bathroom.

- Oh my God.

Ew, (Ryan laughs)

that is so disgusting!

- You know, the more I think about it the more

I think we should make a movie about a zombie apocalypse.

But instead of people, animals.

We'll call them zombinals.

When was the last time you had a girlfriend?

- Uh, two and a half years ago (laughs).

I haven't had a girlfriend in like, forever.

- So, do you have any plans for the summer?

Anything that doesn't involve pranking people?

- [Ryan] I don't know.

Probably look for a job or something.

- Oh, well, I could help you with that.

Do you remember Dottie?

- [Ryan] No.

- Uh, she's the old lady that lives down the street.

I used to watch her birds for her whenever she left.

- [Ryan] Oh yeah, the old bird lady (laughs).

I remember now.

- Yeah, well, that old bird lady needs a bird sitter,

so if you're interested I could call her.

- [Ryan] Okay, cool.

So what exactly do I have to do with her bird?

- Ryan, it's a bird sitting job.

All you have to do is watch her birds,

feed them, keep her house clean.

(static buzzes)

- That's her house.

- [Jack] All right, bring out the spy cam.

- How do I look?

- [Jack] Heh, the old lady

will never know she's being filmed.

- All right, I'm ready.

(clears throat)

- [Jack] Okay, I'm rolling.

- What's up guys?

My name is Ryan Davis

and welcome to another episode of Boo Ya.

Figured I'd change things up today

since my mom won't let me prank anyone for awhile,

but today I'm wearing the world's smallest camera.

And why am I wearing this?

I'm gonna give you guys a first-hand glimpse

of the mysterious bird woman.

Let's do this.

(Ryan knocks on door)

(dog barks nearby)

(Ryan knocks on door)

- [Woman] Who's there?

It takes me awhile to get to the door.

- [Ryan] Hi, it's Ryan.

- [Woman] Ryan.

- [Ryan] Ryan Davis, Rachel's brother?

- Oh Rachel's brother.

You're the one that's gonna take care of my Rocky.

Did you have any problems finding the house?

- [Ryan] Oh, no, no, not at all.

It's just down the street.

- Come on in.

I'll introduce you to Rocky

and I'll show you what you need to do.

There's my baby.

Isn't he beautiful?

Rocky, this is Ryan.

Ryan, this is Rocky.

- [Ryan] Hi, Rocky.

(Rocky whistles)

- Ah, see?

That's his way of saying hello.

Here you just need to mop,

wet-mop like the dining room and whatever.

In here you have to do the vacuuming,

you have to do the dusting.

(keys jingle)

Here, hold my keys for me a minute.

These are the cleaning supplies,

and there's towels and there's sponges.

What you do is you're gonna take this

and you're gonna go to the pool,

and you're gonna make sure if any leaves go in,

you know, that you clean them out,

- [Ryan] Okay.

- And things like that.

- [Jack] So what's the verdict?

Did you get the job?

- Of course I got the job.

But stupid Rachel forgot to mention

that Dottie wanted a house slave.

(Jack snickers and laughs)

(heavy, ominous music)

- [Jack] Nothing like the smell of bird poop in the morning.

You're gettin' a bit more of it than me

being right down, nose first into it.

- [Ryan] I could use some help with this bag.

- [Jack] Uh, no.

Come on, put some elbow grease in it, boy.

I don't pay you to half-ass mop my floor.

* Yo, ho, blow the man down

You no come back here no more,

I get your brother Julio, he work.

He work five times as much for half price.

Yeah, that's right, time to clean the pool.

Don't drop her damn broom!

That's an expensive broom, motherfucka!

Yeah, get every single one of those leaves.

Do you see all that nasty shit at the bottom of the pool?

Yeah, that's gonna have to go.

That's gonna have to go.

So, do you plan on going

into the vocation of janitorial art?

You seem to have a natural aptitude for it, bro, really.

I mean like, I'm impressed.

I would hire you to clean like, my school,

or my office, or my house.

Are you available next Wednesday?

(vacuum cleaner whines)

There you go, there ya go.

Yeah, well, you need to unwrap some cord, buddy.

(vacuum cleaner whines)

Ooh, hey, I wonder what happened to Rocky's roommate?

Hey Ryan.

- Yep.

- [Jack] Look up.

Think Bird Woman's got some secrets?

- I doubt it, she's too old to climb up there.

- [Jack] Huh.

Here, hold this a second.

I'm gonna go get a chair and go explore that.

Fuck.

Oh, it's so dusty.

Wow.

- [Ryan] See anything up there?

- There's like, lots of old boxes and shit up here.

You've gotta check this out, man.

- [Ryan] Wait, you're serious about going up there?

- Yeah!

Ooh.

All right.

You go first.

- All right, give me back my camera.

Look at this place.

- [Jack] God damn it.

There's spider webs all over here, man.

- [Ryan] God, it smells like someone died up here.

- Look at all this shit.

There's like a car, fuck!

How did that,

oh, man!

They're like, gold figurine.

- [Ryan] Whoa.

- That is awesome!

Look at this!

It's not a Van Gogh, but,

still, that's nice.

I'd put it up in my room.

Oh!

Jackpot, man.

Look at this.

This is Marvel, DC.

These are old school, all in the original packaging, man.

Spider-Man.

- [Ryan] So, what is that?

- It's an eBay invoice.

I don't think this shit belongs to Dottie.

- [Ryan] What?

- Well, the name on here is Walter Brooks.

And it's this address, but--

- [Ryan] Was he a seller or a buyer?

- He was selling it, he was selling all this shit.

Dude, you know what that means.

I bet Dottie doesn't know any of this shit's up here.

- [Ryan] So this Walter, he was selling all this crap?

- Yeah.

I mean, it's gotta be worth something.

The gold statues, the comic books.

I mean, all we'd have to do is--

(door squeaks) (ball thuds)

- [Ryan] Holy shit.

- [Jack] Whoa.

Dude.

(static buzzes) That is one,

raggedy, ugly-ass doll!

Look at that.

- [Ryan] Did you kick the ball, dude?

- No.

It must've...

Come loose or something.

- [Ryan] It has a name.

Heidi.

- Dude.

That's real gold.

Probably 18 carat.

- [Ryan] This is so weird.

Have you noticed that there's dust everywhere

except on the doll?

- Holy shit, you're right.

Maybe it's alive!

(Ryan chuckles)

(static buzzes) (chair clatters)

Shit.

(laughs)

Dude.

- [Ryan] What the hell, Jack?

- Oh, I'm sorry Ryan, did I scare you?

- [Ryan] Let's just go, man.

(static buzzes) (items clatter)

- [Jack] Fuck!

- [Ryan] What the fuck, man?

- Oh, shit.

- [Ryan] It's not even funny.

- Dude, that almost hit me.

- [Ryan] What?

- [Jack] Fuck. (Static hisses)

There's rusty-ass nails in here.

God damn.

- [Ryan] Damn, dude, you gotta be careful next time.

- I didn't even hit anything.

- [Ryan] Let's just get the hell out of here.

- Fine.

- All right watch, it was laying down there,

give it a couple seconds.

Look, it moved, it's sitting up.

- [Jack] Yeah well something must've hit it,

like, the wood or something, I don't know.

- [Ryan] No, look, rewind it again.

All right laying down, sitting up.

It moved by itself.

- [Jack] So wait, you think the doll is haunted?

- I don't think it's haunted, but...

It would be a sick YouTube video if you put it up.

Put it as a haunted doll caught on tape.

You could get a lot of views off of it.

- [Jack] Views?

Look at all the valuable shit up there.

Uh, that gold figurines?

There's gold, real gold.

I mean there's gold in them.

We could sell that, come on.

- This doll's abandoned for a reason.

- [Jack] Oh.

Of course it's abandoned, I mean,

janky-ass doll, who'd want it?

(tinkling music)

- Sorry.

I tried to stay outta your way,

but then you kinda pointed your camera like right at me.

- [Ryan] Heh, no, I wasn't really filming anything.

- Okay, cool (laughs).

You know, I've seen you go by my house a few times.

Do you live around here?

- [Ryan] Yeah.

- Oh, sweet.

That's a nice camera, by the way.

What are you filming out here?

- [Ryan] Um, just like some random stuff for my film.

- Your film?

You're making a movie?

- [Ryan] No, not an actual movie, I'm just

filming some pickup shots for my YouTube videos.

- You know, with that camera and all this desert

you could make a pretty sick horror movie.

- [Ryan] Heh, I know right?

Do you have any ideas I could use?

- Let's see.

Um...

Okay, how about a UFO abduction movie?

Like, have aliens come down, kidnap random people,

and torture them

and do all kinds of weird experiments on 'em.

Oh, and they have to be eaten alive.

(Ryan laughs)

Have you ever seen Hostel?

- [Ryan] Heh, yeah.

- Okay, so imagine like Hostel, but on a space ship.

And, aliens, they've been abducting us for centuries.

See they don't invade us,

because to them, we're like livestock.

And the world is their farm.

- [Ryan] Wow.

That's seriously a good idea.

Did you just make that up?

- Hell yeah I did.

- [Ryan] Ryan.

- Amanda.

Are you still filming this?

(static buzzes)

(Rocky whistles and caws)

- [Ryan] Jesus.

What's wrong with you?

(item clatters) (Rocky vocalizes)

(static buzzes)

(Rocky caws)

(Ryan exhales roughly)

Holy shit.

(Rocky caws repeatedly)

(Ryan coughs)

- You're still filming?

- [Ryan] What's up?

- Oh, you're so annoying.

Okay..

(coin scratches)

- [Ryan] Did you get me one?

- Nope.

- [Ryan] Evil.

- [Rachel] Sorry.

- [Ryan] Hey, so I have a question.

Back when you used to work for Dottie,

did you ever go up inside her attic?

- Attic, what attic?

What attic?

(static buzzes) (Jack laughs)

- I had to get this on tape.

My little brother is getting his ass whooped online

by what is probably a seven year old Asian girl.

(characters in video game yell)

Oh, a life that's so sad.

So sad,

that you are my little brother.

There's no way that you're really my brother,

you've got to be adopted.

Let's look.

I mean, you didn't inherit my good looks.

Didn't inherit my brains.

Didn't inherit my wit, my charm,

my sense of humor, my creativity.

Nothing.

Just nothing.

You are adopted.

I asked Mom.

She told me yesterday, she was like,

she wished she could return you.

She wanted to trade up and get a better model.

I think she's looking at the seven year old Japanese girl

that's kicking your ass right now.

- Shut up, Jack.

- [Jack] Yeah (laughs)?

Oh, dude, he was on your side!

Stop killing your own team.

You're supposed,

see the ones with the red mark over their head?

Those are the ones you kill, bro.

Oh man, so many people are gonna see

how bad you are at this game.

I'm gonna put this up on my Boo Ya video,

and then everyone, millions of people,

will see what a fucking loser you are.

Like uh, don't cry.

Whatever you do, don't cry.

There are no tears in this house.

(shocking music) (mysterious thud)

What the fuck was that?

Did you hear that?

- Yeah.

- [Jack] Sounds like somebody's upstairs.

- Maybe it's Mom.

- [Jack] She's still at work, retard.

Just go.

(ball pings) Oh, shit.

Somebody's up there.

Go, just go.

- No, you go.

- [Jack] I've got your back, come on.

Just go.

Just fucking go.

(brother gasps)

What?

(Jack gasps)

Shit.

(brief tone)

How did that fucking doll get in my house?

(low base thrumming)

(static buzzes)

(doorbell rings)

(gravel crunches)

Ha ha, Boo Ya, Ryan!

Told you I'd get you back.

- Whatever.

- So you seriously had nothing to do with the doll?

- [Ryan] What?

- The doll, man.

You didn't put it in my room?

- [Ryan] Jack, breaking and entering isn't even my style.

- Listen, I need to talk to you.

There's been some weird shit happening.

- [Ryan] Like what?

- Just weird stuff.

Now that I think about it,

I realize this has all started happening

since we found that doll.

Good thing it's trash day.

- Problem solved.

- [Jack] Hell yeah.

- I have to go run some errands,

but if you can watch your cousin just for an hour or two,

I'll pay you, is that okay?

- [Ryan] Okay, cool.

- Bye Tina!

- [Ryan] Bye.

- [Elmo] Ah, nothing says I love you

like a big monster hug.

- [Ryan] Okay, be careful.

Yay.

(Tina squeaks)

And we go.

- Bye.

- [News Reporter] Police just wrapped up their work

for the evening at the house behind me.

He's the fire marshal here on the scene.

- [Fire Marshal] Hopefully we can get that

from speaking with the witnesses and--

- [Ryan] Okay, can you say Boo Ya?

- [News Reporter] Developing story this morning.

- [Ryan] Say Boo Ya.

- I'm at the scene of a truly shocking crime,

and it's not just neighbors who are stunned,

there are veteran police officers out here

having a hard time stomaching what they've seen.

72 year old Dottie Porter found dead in her home,

- Oh my God. - Her head facing backwards.

Completely backwards.

And as if that isn't bizarre enough,

her pet parrot was found in the oven, cooked alive.

Right now investigators are at a complete loss.

(mounting, scary music) They say there are

no signs of a break-in.

They have no suspects, and no one in the area

saw anything suspicious.

For True Vegas News, I'm Brooke MacKenzie.

- [Ryan] Holy f-- (garage door whirs)

- Holy shit, we are fucked.

- [Ryan] Okay, how are we fucked?

We didn't do anything.

- How are we not fucked?

All we do is prank people, man.

How am I gonna tell my mom about this?

She's gonna fucking kill me.

- [Ryan] Jack, we're not gonna tell your mom anything

because we didn't do anything.

Right now, the best thing to do

is just don't say anything, okay?

- Jesus, somebody fucking cooked her bird,

and then twisted the old lady's neck around

until it was backwards, that's sick!

Ah, fuck man.

Now we got police watching us.

- [Ryan] Watching us?

Jack, the police would've already questioned us

if they thought we did this.

- Are you still filming?

Put the fucking camera down.

(horn honks)

- Right there.

- Right there. - Mmhmm, so you have to

press really, really hard on them.

Then here, take the pick.

- My fingers hurt already.

- [Amanda] Mmhmm.

- And I strum?

- Yeah.

(guitar chord)

Yep!

- What do I do now?

- [Amanda] Just keep strumming, like--

(guitar chords)

You got it!

- I hope.

(acoustic guitar music)

(Ryan laughs)

Show off.

(static buzzes)

Holy shit.

Dude, this is impossible.

That doll shoulda been in a fucking landfill by now.

This is getting really fucking weird, Jack.

Jack, I know you're playing with me now.

You took the doll out of the trash and put her there.

- What?

You know what I think?

I think you're the one behind all this bullshit.

- [Ryan] What?

- [Jack] Yeah, you come over here,

and then you try - [Ryan] Oh my God.

- [Jack] And play your little games.

- [Ryan] Are you really fucking serious right now?

- [Jack] Acting like you're my best friend.

I trusted you. - [Ryan] This is a joke,

I'm getting outta here.

- [Jack] I thought you were my best friend.

- [Ryan] Adios, psycho.

- No fuck you!

Yo, Ryan!

Don't forget your girlfriend!

(static buzzes) - [Ryan] Fuck.

- And stay the hell away from me!

- [Ryan] Yeah, I will!

Asshole.

(static hisses)

(wind rushes) (items clatter)

- Ryan Davis?

- [Ryan] Uh, yeah.

- Detective Harris from the Metro Police Department.

I'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind.

- [Ryan] Okay.

- That's a nice looking camera you got there.

Expensive?

- [Ryan] I don't know, it used to be my dad's.

He gave it to me for my birthday.

- So Ryan, what do you like to film?

- [Ryan] Oh, anything really.

Short films, YouTube videos.

Web series, just a lot of random stuff.

- Maybe prank videos, perhaps?

- [Ryan] Um, yeah, that too.

- So did you or your friend Jack Jenkins

ever prank video your neighbor Dottie Porter?

- [Ryan] I'm sorry, what?

- Dottie Porter, your neighbor.

- [Ryan] No, we would never,

we wouldn't do that.

- From what I understand,

she had you look over her place while she was outta town.

- [Ryan] Well, I mostly just went over there

to look over her bird

and I also did some work around the house.

It was just mostly a weekend--

- Is that thing on?

Turn that off, Ryan.

(static buzzes)

- Holy shit.

And this is the second time you threw Heidi out, right?

- Yeah, only this time without Jack knowing about it.

- Yeah but, how would he find the doll in the first place?

I mean he would literally have to go to the landfill

and look over the whole place just to find her.

It's almost impossible.

- So you don't think Jack was behind all this?

- Honestly, I don't know anymore.

Have you told anyone else about this?

Does your mom know?

- No.

- Ryan, just tell her.

Trust me, if you don't say anything

it's just gonna make you look guilty.

And tell her about the detective, too.

Not saying anything,

it's definitely gonna make-- (doorbell rings)

(dog barks)

(doorbell rings)

(Ryan gasps)

- [Ryan] Oh, shit!

(dog barks)

Oh my God.

Jack!

- Okay, so,

I think it's on.

Now, this nanny cam is really, really old.

But it can hold up to 30 hours on a single charge.

Smile for the camera.

- [Ryan] Thanks, Amanda.

(static buzzes and hisses)

- Okay, I'm done holding that.

Okay.

Ugh.

She's definitely a personal creation of some sort.

- [Ryan] What makes you so sure?

- There's no serial number or stamp on her,

which means it's an original.

- [Ryan] An original?

- It wasn't made by some toy manufacturer.

They usually like to label their products.

I mean my Grandma had all her dolls, they all had them.

- [Ryan] But how do you explain the necklace?

- No idea.

- I'm setting up a surveillance system

to monitor the doll throughout the night.

Surveillance camera number one.

This is gonna be my main camera,

because it has enough memory to last throughout the night,

and it's gonna be monitoring the doll.

Camera number two is gonna be the nanny cam,

just to monitor the side view of the closet.

It's gonna be resting on the table over there.

Finally I have surveillance camera number three.

It's gonna be my Macbook.

It's gonna be in the corner of the room

showing that I wouldn't be the one moving the doll

or playing any trick at all.

(static hisses)

For backup purposes we have my iPhone.

Last but not least,

we're gonna have my DSLR as a backup camera.

(phone beeps)

Right here is gonna be

one of the most important parts to this whole thing.

It's gonna be my spy cam.

It's lightweight, and uh,

it'll give me easy access if I need to,

just film anything or catch it on camera.

(static buzzes) (tingling, eerie music)

Okay the doll's gonna move, watch.

- That's pretty cool.

How'd you do that?

- [Ryan] Uh, no Mom, this wasn't a trick.

The doll really moved.

- Okay, whatever.

I don't have time for this right now

(static buzzes)

Make sure that gets put away, okay?

Tina's coming over later.

- [Ryan] Fuck.

(low baseline thrums)

(Tina babbles)

- [Tina] Go!

Okay!

Okay!

(low baseline thrums)

(Tina's feet slap quickly)

(Tina giggles)

Oh.

A ball!

Ooh.

(Tina babbles)

(Tina singsongs)

- [Ryan] Hey, play where I can see you.

(tricycle squeaks)

(static buzzes)

(ominous music)

(Tina cries)

(Tina shrieks) Tina!

Tina, are you okay?

- No!

- [Ryan] What happened, did you fall?

- No!

- [Ryan] Tina, are you okay?

Are you, did you hurt yourself?

(Tina wails) - [Tina] No!

- [Ryan] Tina, what happened?

(Tina shrieks)

- No!

(Tina shrieks)

- [Ryan] What the fuck?

- Why was she crying?

- [Ryan] I don't know,

she just started crying for no reason.

- Aw.

Okay, we're gonna go home, okay?

We're gonna go bye-bye.

(Ryan breathes deeply)

- [Ryan] Fuck.

(low, suspenseful music)

Holy shit.

(suspenseful music)

(Ryan gasps)

Oh, shit.

(Tina cries on camera)

Oh my God.

(zipper rasps)

(dog barks)

(dog whines)

Come on.

(unnerving music)

Can you hold this for me?

- [Amanda] Yeah.

(door creaks)

Ryan?

Are you okay?

- [Ryan] The doll's gone.

- [Amanda] What?

Are you being serious right now?

- [Ryan] Wait, Amanda.

Amanda, I swear I'm not messing with you.

- Yeah, that's what's scaring me.

I kinda wish you were messing with me.

You know, I just need to go home and process all this.

Look, it doesn't help that you used to prank people.

You might wanna think about getting some real proof.

Okay this is gonna sound really stupid.

- [Ryan] What?

- If, and I do mean if, the doll somehow escaped,

where would it go?

(people chatter) (techno dance music)

- Here's my intro, here I go.

Oh my God.

(static buzzes)

- You see this scrawny little kid

with the dildo belt strapped to his head?

(woman holding camera laughs)

Now I know he doesn't look it,

but this is my little cousin Jack.

And he didn't get my good looks, but he got my brain

'cause he's the fucking mastermind behind this whole party!

(party goers cheer)

(dance music)

(static buzzes)

- Yo, bitches, this is bucket pong.

This is bucket pong bitches, check it out.

(party goers cheer)

(toilet flushes)

(water rushes)

(disturbing music) (static hisses)

(phone dings)

- [Jack] What the fuck?

Swear to God.

- [Elijah] Hi this is Elijah,

please leave a message after the tone.

- [Jack] That's right, Elijah, don't answer the phone.

Because when I find you, you're fucking dead.

(dance music) (people chatter and cheer)

Hey, Troy, have you seen Elijah?

- What?

- [Jack] Hey, hey, hey.

Did you see a kid come in here?

- Kid, like a kid kid?

- [Jack] Yeah, like a 12, 13-year old.

- Oh, hell no.

(techno music) (people chatter)

- [Jack] Excuse me.

Elijah.

Hey, Elijah.

Hey.

Hey, is there like, a 10 or 11 year old kid in here?

Have you seen--

- Can't you see it's obviously occupied?

- [Jack] Bitch.

(static buzzes)

(phone dings)

Elijah.

Stop fucking around.

(door shuts)

What the fuck?

(static buzzes)

What the fuck?

(music chimes)

Elijah.

Elijah?

(Jack breathes heavily)

(child laughs) (Jack screams repeatedly)

(dance music drowns out Jack's yelling)

(Jack gasps for breath)

- [Troy] What the fuck?

- [Woman] Jack!

Oh my God, he's dead!

Oh my God!

(party goers scream)

- We're at full capacity.

Now get the hell outta here.

(part goers scream)

- [Man] Fuck this, man.

- [Male News Reporter] Two teenagers were brutally murdered

at a house party in north Las Vegas.

Neighbors are in disbelief,

and family members are distraught.

- [Female News Reporter] The victims have been identified

as 17 year old Jack Jenkins and 13 year old Elijah Jenkins.

No arrests have been made at this time but police detectives

aren't ruling out Jack as a possible suspect.

- He would never do this, not to his family.

He was looking forward to going to college.

- Metro Homicide also believes

Jack could be responsible for another murder case

that took place just last week.

- I feel that there's a direct connection

between Dottie Porter and Jack Jenkins.

- [Male Reporter] Friends and relatives

who knew Jack said he was a well-known prankster,

shooting videos for a web series called Boo Ya.

His friend, Ryan Davis, also a fellow prankster,

was unavailable for comment.

(static buzzes)

- Make sure you get me in the frame, not just him.

Oh, that's him.

Ryan.

Ryan, why do you think,

why do you think Jack killed his family

in the way that he did?

- No comment.

- Ryan, nobody seems to know why he...

- He's a minor.

- How does it feel to be the best friend of a murderer?

- Are you kidding me, fuck off!

(doorbell rings)

(dog barks)

(doorbell rings repeatedly)

- [Ryan] What the fuck.

(faint singing and music)

(static buzzes)

(musical toys drown out singing)

- [Ryan] What the fuck?

* Let me please tuck you in

* And kiss you good bye

* Don't be scared

* I'll leave on the l

(toy plays chicken dance music)

What the hell?

(song ends) (dog barks)

Fuck.

Cuja, come here.

Cuja.

Cuja, come on.

Come on Cuja, come inside.

What's wrong, girl?

What's wrong?

Come on, Cuja, come inside.

Come on.

Come on.

What's wrong?

What were you barking at?

Cuja!

Cuja!

Where the hell is she?

- [Rachel] I don't get how Cuja could have escaped.

- [Ryan] I don't know.

- She knows better than to just run off like that.

She's five years old.

I mean, we left the gate open one time

and she didn't even go anywhere.

(Rachel sighs)

(Ryan sighs)

- Hi, my name's Ryan Davis.

I'm going to be doing a video diary.

Some strange things have been happening

the past couple of days.

I can't explain how all the toys are turning on and,

moving by themselves just because no one was home.

I don't know why my dog was barking into the house

when she normally just barks at cars

passing along the street,

and I can't really tell why she wouldn't wanna

come into the house, either,

when she normally hates being outside.

I'm not sure how she could've got out.

My mom said she didn't let her out at all.

I thought it was Jack causing these things,

and it's obviously not at this point.

(doorbell rings)

- Hello, Ryan.

(static hisses) (Ryan gasps)

Is this hideous looking thing yours?

- [Ryan] Where'd you find that?

- I found it on the doorstep.

One of your prank toys?

Here, take it.

Take it.

I see you're still playing around with that camera, Ryan.

- [Ryan] Sir, can I help you?

- Yes.

I would like to ask you a few more questions.

- [Ryan] You know, my mom said I shouldn't

be talking to you unless I have a lawyer present.

- Don't worry, they're harmless questions.

Do you mind turning off that camera?

- [Ryan] Yeah.

I have the right to record this.

It's in the First Amendment.

I checked it online.

- Ah, please.

- [Ryan] What the fuck?

- In your statement you claimed

that Jack wanted to throw a party at Dottie's house.

That's why you two stopped talking prior to his death.

- [Ryan] Yeah.

- Well we have witnesses that say that Jack

was wearing one of those GoPro cameras on his head.

But when the police got there, the GoPro camera was gone,

and so was his cell phone.

- [Ryan] They were stolen?

- We don't know.

That's what's slowing down this investigation.

I was hoping you could tell me something.

- [Ryan] I'm sorry, I don't know anything about that.

- Nothing at all.

- [Ryan] No.

- This is not good, Ryan.

It's not good at all.

Did you know that Jack's little brother had a hamster?

- [Ryan] Yeah.

- Well we found that hamster in Jack's closet,

completely gutted.

Same sorta thing happened to Dottie's bird.

Somebody threw her parrot and baked it alive in the oven.

Now that would make a hell of a video prank, wouldn't it?

- [Ryan] You know what, I think you should go.

- Yeah, well, one more thing.

(paper rustles)

I'm sorry your dog is missing, Ryan.

I hope you find her.

Ryan, we're gonna be in touch.

(unsettling music)

(static buzzes)

- Well, maybe we'll be able to find Heidi.

If not Heidi, something that looks like her

we can trace it back to Heidi, or--

- [Ryan] Yeah.

Maybe we can find who made it.

Okay, let's look at these ones.

- [Ryan] More doll books.

- Look.

They have a stamp or serial number, something like that.

But when we looked at Heidi she didn't have that.

There's nothing in here,

it's just dolls from,

things that just happen to have the same name as Heidi.

- [Ryan] Yeah, I'm not surprised.

- Look, a demon.

Maybe that's what's on the inside of Heidi.

- [Ryan] God, I hope not.

Well H.P. Lovecraft used to be this science fiction writer

from the early 1920's, and he wrote about

some of the weirdest horror stories I've ever read.

Some of his stories are usually about monsters

and different dimensions.

He always believed that there was something out there.

And if we knew about it,

we would either die of shock or go mad.

- I bet.

Okay, so I typed in "world's most haunted doll,"

after looking at that website,

and Robert the doll's the first one.

And he has nothing on Heidi.

"Eugene's parents often heard him talking to the doll

"and that the doll spoke back."

So all it did was, it would move things in his room.

It never killed anyone.

"Annabelle: The True Story of a Demonic Doll."

That sounds like Heidi.

"The entire house had a strange feeling to it,

"but it was the attic that was the most unnerving."

Didn't you guys find Heidi in an attic or something?

- [Ryan] Yeah.

- Well, they found her in an attic, too.

- [Ryan] Back in the attic we found an invoice

from this collector named Walter Brooks.

I looked him up and apparently he was killed

in some car accident like, 10 years ago.

I don't think Dottie ever knew about Walter,

or the attic.

- There's nothing telling us what Heidi is

or where she came from or anything.

There's literally nothing on Heidi.

Okay so after going through 40 books

and scouring the internet,

we're still nowhere near being close to knowing

anything more about Heidi than we knew this morning.

(sighs)

- Okay, I'm about to conduct an EVP recording

by asking Heidi a series of questions starting now.

Is Heidi your real name?

Okay, um, how old are you?

What do you want from me?

Where did you come from?

Are you responsible for my dog going missing?

Have you killed anyone?

(low, ominous music)

Okay so right here I'm gonna show you guys

that anything I try to post of Heidi,

whether it's a video or a picture,

and to any other site such as Facebook, Twitter, YouTube,

I try to upload anything of her, it just won't go through.

So right here I'm gonna show you an example

of when I try to post a video to YouTube.

All right so I'm gonna pull up YouTube right now.

Here's the upload screen,

I have a file waiting over here.

(quiet, ominous music)

All right so here's the file.

And then that happens.

This is the crash report, it's saying,

it just quits unexpectedly and I can't figure it out.

It does the same exact thing for Twitter and Facebook.

It can't go through either, so I can't figure it out

and I don't know what to do at this point.

- [Amanda] Did you try it on everything?

- [Ryan] I tried everything.

- Okay, I'm gonna try uploading onto Facebook now.

- [Ryan] Good luck.

- Um...

Look.

- [Ryan] Huh, I told you.

- It's unbelievable.

It's like something from the Twilight Zone.

- [Ryan] I already tried that laptop, it won't work.

- No.

I'm going on Craigslist.

- [Ryan] Craigslist.

For what?

- I'm gonna look for a psychic.

(clock ticks)

- Before we begin,

let me tell you a little bit about myself.

My name is Vera Constantin.

I'm originally from Bucharest, Romania.

I come from a family of gypsy psychic.

I'm a white witch, and a spiritualist.

Let's get down to the business.

I don't think you are here for a reading.

(static buzzes)

Let me see it.

(zipper rasps)

To say Heidi's possessed, it's understatement.

Contrary to the popular beliefs,

spirits cannot possess the inanimate object.

They could only move an object.

They simply cannot live in it as a host.

What I just saw, is something very non-human,

living in a toy.

There is a reason why nobody knows about this doll.

- [Ryan] Oh shit.

- Ryan, I sense a sadness in you.

Somebody very close has recently died.

Perhaps a friend?

Whoever was that person, had provoked a door

until it was too late.

(polaroid camera whirs)

(speaks in foreign language)

- [Amanda] What?

- The clock just stopped.

- Is that supposed to be bad?

- It's a death omen.

(static hisses) - [Ryan] Oh, fuck!

(light fixture rattles)

- Holy shit, did Heidi do that?

- Can you please remove this from my property?

- [Ryan] Let's just get the hell out of here, Amanda.

What'd you expect?

It's just some stupid psychic off Craigslist.

She didn't even know what the hell she was talking about.

Amanda, hold on.

Heidi is never--

- What happened to Jack?

- [Ryan] What?

- Your friend Jack.

The news said that he killed his entire family,

but now the psychic is saying your doll did it.

Just,

please tell me it was Jack.

- [Ryan] Amanda, it couldn't have been Jack.

- Jesus Christ, Ryan, why didn't you say anything?

- [Ryan] And say what,

that the doll might be a real life Chucky?

- You can walk home from here.

- [Ryan] Amanda.

(static hisses)

(sirens wail in distance)

Mom.

(Ryan breathes shakily)

Oh, fuck!

(mounting scary music)

- What I just saw,

is something very non-human living in a toy.

There is a reason why nobody knows about this doll.

(static hisses)

(static crackles)

(static hisses and hums)

(door creaks)

(static hisses)

(mysterious clatter)

(Ryan gasps)

Holy shit.

What the hell, fuck.

Did you just...

(Ryan breathes heavily)

(music box chimes "Fur Elise")

What the hell?

What the fuck.

(Ryan breathes heavily)

Holy shit.

What the fuck?

(Ryan breathes heavily)

(flies buzz)

Oh my God.

Cuja?

(Ryan hyperventilates)

(swing squeaks rhythmically)

(eerie music intensifies)

Oh my God.

(static hisses)

(vise ratchets)

(Ryan grunts)

(accelerant splashes)

What the fuck?

(fire crackles)

(static hisses)

(shovel scrapes)

God.

(Ryan breathes shakily)

(static hisses and hums)

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, God.

That's impossible, that's impossible.

It's impossible.

(cellophane crackles)

(static hisses)

(keys jingle)

(motor chugs)

God.

Can't believe we're actually doing this.

- So, this is probably the deepest part of Lake Mead,

and it's probably the perfect spot to get rid of Heidi.

She'll just go straight down.

- [Ryan] All right, let's do this.

- [Amanda] Do you mind if I do the honors?

- [Ryan] Be my guest.

- [Amanda] Oof.

(static buzzes)

Let's go, bye Heidi.

(water splashes)

- [Ryan] Come on.

Come on.

Sink.

Sink, sink.

- [Amanda] There she goes.

- [Ryan] Yes!

- [Amanda] She's out of our lives.

- [Ryan] Thank God.

- Bye bye Heidi!

Nobody can hear us scream.

Whew! (Ryan laughs)

She's gone.

Nowhere to be seen.

- [Ryan] Free at last.

(dramatic music)

(people chatter)

- Thank you so much, Ryan, for doing this.

I really need to see myself on film

so I can, you know, critique it

without having to look in the mirror the whole time.

- [Ryan] Sure.

- Okay, so this is the stereo.

Just press play, I have everything set up.

And then, you know--

- [Ryan] Just press play.

Got it.

- Okay, cool.

- [Ryan] And, here we go.

("Canon and Gigue in D Major" by Alejandro Vallarino)

(static hisses)

- [Brooke] Tens of thousands of fish

have gone belly-up in Lake Mead,

and as you can see their corpses

are now littering the shore line.

Initial tests show nothing toxic nor unusual in the water--

(static hisses) ("Canon and Gigue in D Major")

(static hisses)

- It's the craziest thing I've ever seen,

I mean there were dead fish popping up everywhere.

I've never seen anything like it.

- No foamy substance, no toxic algae.

Water temperature and PH level are completely normal.

It's as if they all died for no reason.

("Canon and Gigue in D Major" by Alejandro Vallarino)

- Experts say this is the largest fish kill

they've ever encountered, and while it's

quite a site, it's an even worse smell.

A swim ban has been issued for all of Lake Mead

while environmental officials

try to get to the bottom of this mystery.

("Canon and Gigue in D Major" by Alejandro Vallarino)

(static hisses) - And the entire shore line

at Lake Mead is littered with all sorts of species.

Now what caused such a strange and unusual fish kill

is still a mystery.

("Canon and Gigue in D Major" by Alejandro Vallarino)

(static hisses)

- [Male News Reporter] Police are investigating

another gruesome death here in Las Vegas.

- [Brooke] Two men tried to save 35 year old Vera Constantin

from her burning home,

but they just couldn't get to her in time.

(static hisses) ("Canon and Gigue in D Major")

(static buzzes)

- [Male News Reporter] People in this neighborhood

are really shocked.

- Went outside and uh, we see my neighbor's house on fire.

- [Brooke] Police believe Constantin

filled her bathtub with gasoline, got in,

and lit a match. (static hisses)

("Canon and Gigue in D Major" by Alejandro Vallarino)

- [Male News Reporter] Everyone is just

stunned by this tragedy.

- Now investigators are looking at this as a suicide,

but they haven't ruled out the possibility

that foul play could be involved.

(static hisses) ("Canon and Gigue in D Major")

(static hisses) - It's a terrible tragedy

to lose one of our own men.

Particularly an officer like Detective Harris

who has served in Law Enforcement for over 18 years.

But at the end of the day, there was no foul play here.

("Canon and Gigue in D Major" by Alejandro Vallarino)

Eye witness reports confirmed

he was not in a high speed pursuit,

nor were there any dispatch calls from the detective

prior to the crash.

("Canon and Gigue in D Major" by Alejandro Vallarino)

(static hisses) How he lost control

is still unclear at this point.

We do know it was not mechanical failure.

- And then he started swerving on the freeway.

When do you see that, man?

Like it was an action movie or something.

- [Male Reporter] So, how do you explain

the shots fired from inside the vehicle?

- Thank you, no more questions.

(static hisses) ("Canon and Gigue in D Major")

(electricity buzzes)

("Canon and Gigue in D Major" by Alejandro Vallarino)

(static buzzes)

- [Ryan] Bravo.

- Thank you.

Is Mom home?

- [Ryan] No.

- Is she working late again?

- [Ryan] No, she's with her boyfriend again.

Hey, so do you wanna come inside?

I could show you the footage.

- Um, maybe another time.

I kind of have to be somewhere tonight.

- [Ryan] Be somewhere tonight?

Why, you got a boyfriend now?

- Like I'm really gonna tell you

with a camera in front of my face.

(Ryan laughs)

- [Ryan] Aw, you're already blushing.

Maybe you and Mom can go on a double date.

- I'm not blushing.

Anyways, bye.

Oh, thanks for helping me,

and, see ya sometime soon.

Bye, love you.

- [Ryan] Bye.

(horn honks)

(door squeaks) (camera hums quietly)

(dramatic music)

(Ryan grunts)

(door latches) (Ryan gasps)

(electricity hum dies)

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Come on, just turn on.

(static buzzes and hisses)

(steady tone) (Amanda whimpers)

(childish voice giggles)

(muffled screams)

(water splashes)

(muffled yells underwater)

Oh, God. (static hisses)

Mom?

(doll sings) (Ryan breathes raggedly)

Have you killed anyone?

(EVP screeches and screams)

(Ryan hyperventilates)

Oh, God.

- [Childish Voice] Ryan...

- [Ryan] Mom?

What the fuck?

(static hisses)

Mom, Mom?

* If you're happy and you know it,

* then your face will surely show it

* If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet

* If you're happy and you know it shout hooray *

- [Ryan] Oh, God. (static hisses)

* If you're happy and you know it shout hooray *

- [Ryan] Oh, God.

- [Childish Voice] Wanna play?

(body thumps)

* Then your face will surely show it

* If you're happy and you know it shout hurray *

(camera hums amidst silence)

(ominous music)

- [Childish Voice] Ryan...

Oh, Ryan...

(child's voice giggles)

(static hisses) (chilling music)

(static buzzes)

(muffled cries) Peekaboo.

(sinister music) (muffled yells)

I see you.

(child laughs)

- Okay, ready?

Three, two, one.

It's been one week since the gruesome murders

of single mother Lorraine Rivera,

her 16 year old son Ryan Davis,

and their 17 year old neighbor Amanda Honeycutt,

leaving behind a series of questions yet to be answered

in what arguably could be one of the strangest

unsolved cases in recent memory.

Police are absolutely mystified.

They also say that most of the footage

recovered from Davis' camera and computer

has mysteriously been corrupted.

Will authorities every figure it all out?

Only time will tell.

For True Vegas News, I'm Brooke Mackenzie.

- [Camera Man] Okay, we got it.

- Was it any good?

I totally upped my game tonight.

- [Camera Man] I thought you were great.

- Good.

Let's go home.

I am so over this story.

Hey, Bruce I think there's something over there.

Shine your light this way.

(thunder rumbles)

What is it?

Is that a, is that a baby?

- [Bruce] Whoa.

- [Brooke] It's a doll.

Oh,

oh it's an ugly doll.

Oh, and she has a name.

Oh Heidi, aw.

How sweet.

(static hisses)

Ew, she's actually really gross.

- [Bruce] Uh, you don't think it's a little weird

that this doll is out here in the middle of nowhere?

- It's a side street, somebody probably just tossed her.

Like I'm gonna do.

Ugh.

Ugh, why did I touch that doll?

She actually really kind of freaked me out.

(Bruce gasps)

(creepy piano and xylophone music)