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I finally felt that we
had our dream house,

but what I really
bought was a g.

When I was twelve,

my family moved to
a brand new house.

There's somel,

trying to scare
these two children.

I knew I was in danger.

The fact that you
have pieces of furniture

that are being flung
in the air, you know,

very aggressively trying
to provoke or inflict pain.

When I review a case,

I always look at the
credibility of the witness.

I'm laying down in bed

and just feel that it
was just staring at me.

I didn't know what he
said, I didn't hear the word,

but it scared me.

Something's not right here.

A lot of peop.

This is my daughter.

You don't tell me to stay away.

What the hell does it want?

In the afterlife,

he is quite probably
trying to seek revenge

for what they had done.

When I was looking for a house,

I wanted something in the
country with a bit of land.

So, when I saw this
house, I fell in love with it.

Erin
Goodpipe. Take one. Marker.

As an investigator going
into a case like Lori Kinrade's,

you want to
establish a few things.

Can we first rule out

non-paranormal
occurrences happening?

The second is,

if there are a number
of things occurring

that seem paranormal,

we wanna figure out what that
motive is and who is doing it.

We had been married
for seven years

and we found this home
that we fell in love with

and the price was right.

I saw it as a fresh start for us

and a safe place
to raise Bri-Anne.

I finally felt that we
had our dream house,

but what I'd really
bought was a gateway...

To the paranormal.

My husband and I met when I mo.

We ended up in the
same rooming house.

Everything seemed
wonderful at first.

It, um, our bond just
grew, inseparable.

And we became a
couple pretty quickly.

With my husband,
when things were good,

there was a lot of laughter,

a lot of fun.

But when things were bad,

they were extremely bad.

He could just go off
with the flip of a switch.

We used to always say

you'd have to look in his
eyes to see who was there.

All I could hope was
moving to this new house

would change Freddy
somehow and we needed that.

I kept hoping for the best, bu.

It started from the very
beginning on moving in day.

I was two and a half years old

when we moved into this house.

I remember things
being less thas

from a very young age.

At his worst, my dad was scary.

I just remember being very
scared of him when I was little.

Hey! What
a friggen mess!

It was extreme anger.

And the thing is,

he could be sitting beside
you and talking one minute

and everything was fine.

Hey!

You hear me? I'm talking to you!

You hear what I said?

You pathetic woman.

Partly I was hoping that
maybe having our own place

that that might help.

But it didn't change anything

and he just seemed
to get more obsessive.

I knew something wasn't right.

When I was
growing up in this house,

I heard a lot of strange voices.

Why are they here?

This is my house.

It was right about here

I heard women's
voices chattering away

and there was no one there.

Based on the transcripts
of Lori's testimony,

there are a number
of strange occurrences

that are happening in the
house since they've moved in

and it's having an
immediate effect on the people

living in the house,
specifically Lori's husband.

I remember when
my dad would get into his moods,

his eyes would just go dark
and blank and it was scary.

I started becoming
aware pretty early on

that there was something
that wasn't right.

We weren't allowed
to close doors.

He would start out by saying,"

"we had to take the
door off to refinish it."

But then the doors
never went back on.

My dad was very paranoid.

He had some idea

that we were doing
something behind his back.

He just had this obsession

that if you were
behind the door,

he didn't know
what you were doing.

There was no sense,

no sense to any of it.

Frankly, I just hit a point

I would've rather dealt
with anything paranormal

than with my husband.

Hey!

You're pathetic.

He had his moments
being totally out of control

and the house would definitely
become way more active.

So his instability was
just adding to the fire.

There was definitely
a correlation

between how intense
my dad's moods were

and how intense the
hauntings would become.

When you have, um,
energy that's really negative,

perhaps you're very angry,

then, you might find
resonance with an angry spirit

that might be there
with that type of energy

so they can kind of
coalesce together.

There was always
one area of the house

that was more active and
it was on all three floors

and it was that
corner over there.

I would hear noises,

things bumping, banging.

It was very
unnerving to hear it,

especially when you
can't find a cause.

That's when it became
clear that this house,

my dream house was haunted.

The first bedroom

that my parents put me
in when I was very little

was the worst.

It was very scary.

This was my room
when I was really little

where all of the really
scary activity happened

at the beginning.

It was terrifying.

I would hear footsteps
moving around the bed

and just being so scared

that I was just shaking
and I was too afraid to move,

too afraid to blink or breathe.

But there was nothing.

I don't believe in telling
a child you dreamt it

or whatever.

But I did get a weird feeling,

something's not right here.

From my perspective, children,

they've just come
from the spirit realm

and they're aging through.

But because of that,

they are so sensitive
to the spirit realm

that exists around them.

I tend to believe that

what children are
experiencing is real.

I needed to understand
what was going on.

So I decided to go
to the town archives

to see what we could find out.

We went through the archives

and found out
that the house was.

As we learned in
the neighbourhood,

it seemed like
every family in tn

to our home, you know,

and they'd been
there for funerals,

they'd been there for weddings.

When you have events that
are really emotionally charged

that can imprint on a space,

for example, if you have
a wedding somewhere

and you're a spirit,

that might be a place that
you want to go and revisit.

It's a special place for you.

Likewise, if a funeral
happened there,

you might have grief that's ree

for a spirit who also
might be going back there

for those familiar memories.

My question around that
then is, well, who is that?

Who is tied to this
space specifically?

I heard a noise upstairs
and then I heard a voice.

It was right up there
at the top of the stairs.

That's where I saw her.

She made it very clear she
didn't want me to come up.

It's such a surreal feeling

when you see
something like this.

Don't come.

Everything jus.

The message that I
heard in my head was,

"Don't come up."

It was like she was
territorial, angry,

but almost threatening.

She wanted
me to know "I'm here".

I got angry.

It's like, no way.

Like, this is my child,
this is my daughter.

You don't tell me to stay away.

And I just stormed right up

and went through where
she'd been standing

and that mama bear
thing comes out, right?

As a child,

it could be very scary to
have this entity around.

You never really knew

when she was gonna pop up

and it felt like she
was always here,

she was always part of
the fabric of the house.

Lori mentions that she was
speaking with her neighbour

and they came
across a photograph

where there was a woman

in the photograph
that Lori recognized.

It was the woman
that she had be.

I was able to
identify who she was,

the past owner of my house.

It was her ghost that I
saw at the top of the stairs.

This is really crucial
because the past owner

might be inhabiting
the house still

as if she's living in the home.

So when you get people
who move into your space,

it can feel very intrusive.

You can feel like,
okay, who are?

I need to get them out.

My mom did
her best to reassure me

that she wasn't there to hurt me

and she wasn't gonna
cause me any harm,

but that my mom
would do what she

that she would take care of it.

I knew I had tf.

I did my research and I came
across an ancient method.

I visualized her going up

and taken to where she
needed to go to do her healing.

The crossing was successful

and I believe that
she found peace

and we found peace
as well for a while.

I'm so relieved
that it worked out for Lori,

that this ceremony helped
them be rid of the spirit.

There's a sense of
harmony in the space,

spiritually that is.

Now I think it's time for
Lori to reconsider the abuse

that's coming from her husband.

I would try to
talk to him calmly

about how neither
of us was happy

and we needed to start
working on our lives separately.

I remember he would just
grab armloads of our things

and just take them
outside and set them on fire.

Fire was his thing.

I always kind of
figured that's the way

we would both go out,

that we would
both go out in a fire.

It was definitely hell and my.

One day when he was at work,
we took the dogs and we left.

It ended up being
part of the agreement

that my mom
would get this house.

And so a few months
after we had left,

my dad agreed to move out

so that my mom and
I could move back in.

We lived a relatively quiet life

until I got an email one day

saying that Freddy
was in the hospital

and not expected to live,

did we want to say our goodbyes.

We both went down that night,

but it was
absolutely terrifying.

We couldn't get over the feel,

he was gonna open his eyes and,

but we-we said our
goodbyes and said,

"We're sending
you off with no hate.

"You have to go and
deal with your demons.

"Go in love and light."

It was about a week later
they'd taken him off life support.

This is where this complex
case of Lori Kinrade's

takes a terrifying turn.

This one's gonna take longer.
- Yeah.

It was the angry stomping.

It was that energy
and that feeling

like somebody wants
to get right in your face.

It was familiar to the way
he would be stomping around

when he was getting
ready to trash the place.

That's when I realized

that what was haunting
us now was Freddy,

and he was back
with a vengeance.

To be targeted by my
late abusive husband

was a whole
different level of terror.

Lori's late husband, Freddy,

is probably enraged

that Lori and her daughter

escaped from him in life

and now in the afterlife,

he is quite probably
trying to seek revenge

for what they had done.

He really blamed me for his wo.

He did tell me that
he would kill me.

A lot of ways this makes
sense that even in death,

he couldn't let go.

I was upstairs one night

and I sort of got
into a purge mode.

That was terrifying.

This is really
dangerous at this point.

The fact that you
have pieces of furniture

that are being flung in the air

says that this is
really physical,

that this, spirit
is really powerful

and is perhaps, you know,

very aggressively trying
to provoke or inflict pain.

There was nothing
else or no one else

that was capable of
doing that kind of violence

and it was too similar to
what he did when he was living.

After my dad died,

I brought the ashes
back to this house.

There was really
nowhere else to keep them,

so we kept them here.

But my mom and I had
always felt uncomfortable

around the ashes,

it always felt a little uneasy.

The activity in the house
had gotten so outta hand

and things were happening
more and more often around there

and she was getting
more and more concerned.

So she messaged me and said,

"We need to get these
ashes out of here right now."

I just felt the negative energy,

I had to get rid of it.

Found a spot in Lake Huron

and I said another goodbye
to him and released him.

I believe what Lori
and Bri-Anne did

was a way of getting closure.

By putting those
ashes into the lake

they're essentially
saying to the spirit world,

to Freddy himself,

that you have no power here.

You're not a part of this home.

Um, they're essentially
breaking spiritual bonds

between the spirit realm,

between Freddy and the prese.

I can't really
explain the revenge

other than the fact
that I was still living.

He was still angry
because I did leave,

I got away from him.

We both did.

It's my first time to
ever talk about this.

Nobody in my family ever
knew any of this was going on.

His life was all about secrets.

Never telling.

Never let anybody see.

Never let anybody in.

I'm letting it be known.

There's no more secrets anymore.

We escaped,

the long and the
short of it, right?

We-we escaped.

When I was twelve,

my family moved to a brand
new house in the Menifee area,

just south of LA.

At the time it was
a new development.

It wasn't even a city yet.

It was kind of in the
middle of nowhere.

But I was happy 'cause I
liked the peace and quiet

and it was easy to
make new friends.

One day, all the
peace just went away.

My father, he worked
as a police officer.

His job put him in conflict

with the most dangerous
criminals in the country.

My dad felt like
'cause of his line of work,

it was not safe for us as
a family to be out in public.

So what any other
family could normally do

just sit down at a regular
fast food restaurant,

we had to drive out
of our town to do that.

And you think a normal childn

at a fast food restaurant
20 minutes away from home.

You think that's normal.

Then you find out why.

You find out that
there's bad people

hiding in places like this.

My dad was a target
because of his job.

He never told us anything.

He wanted to keep
that out of the house.

He wanted to make
sure we were safe.

But, you know, you're
kids, you're curious.

You wanna know what he does.

I wish I wasn't so curious.

Richard.
Take one. Marker.

At first glance,

Clyde Morrison's case

didn't look like a particu.

And then I began to
delve a little bit deeper

and found that there was
more to this than met the eye.

I have seen many cases,

and this is not your
average haunting.

One night my parents were away

and I was playing a game
with my younger brother.

We're not normally alone.

My family had to go do a
family emergency out of the state.

We were gonna
take advantage of that

and play games all night,

eat all the food we weren't
supposed to be eating,

all the things that
they told us not to do.

Eight.

Okay.

It sounded like an adult, a man.

I didn't know what he said.

I didn't hear the
word, but it scared me.

It sounded like
someone trying to scare us.

Someone shouting like, "Hey".

Something to get your attention.

And it did, it got
all of our attention.

Clyde and his brother
are quite young at this point

and so there could
be all sorts of things

and you're home alone as a kid,

you know, every little bump,

every little sound can be scary

and can be emphasized.

We tend to read into a lot
of things when we're children.

I literally thought
someone had broken in.

I knew I was in danger
right then and there.

The only people in
that house was myself,

my younger brother, Malcolm,

and that was it.

When doing a
paranormal investigation

you have to begin
by looking at the facts

and ruling out
the real life things

that are surrounding
an occurrence.

He lives in a neighbourhood

where there is a lot of
crime that's happening,

so there is a lot
of circumstance

that could come into play here.

Clyde's dad
works for the gang unit.

He deals with some
very bad individuals.

He arrests them,

he puts them in prison.

So we have to look
at the possibility

that we are dealing
with a violent,

vindictive flesh and blood,

possibly homicidal individual

who wants to hurt
a cop and his kids.

When I looked, I saw nothing.

I just felt something.

There's no one there.

I was terrified
that somebody was there

and I knew I wasn't gonna
be able to protect myself.

It sounded like
someone slammed it shut

as if they were upset.

Clyde's account has taken a
turn from kids getting spooked

all the way to
something physical

like big, heavy indoor
shutters slamming.

The shutters slammed.

We stopped immediately
what we're doing,

wondering what the
hell just happened

since no one was
even next to it.

It takes a great
deal of physical force

to slam a shutter.

It takes a lot of energy
to make that happen.

Is this something
paranormal tha,

trying to scare
these two children

who it knows are home alone?

I ran outside
to get our neighbour.

We were left in the care
of our next door neighbour

to watch out for us.

We were praying,
please just be home.

So Menifee,
because it is a new city,

it was right smack
in the middle of

some pretty known
dangerous cities.

Bad people started going
in our neighbourhoods

and breaking into vehicles,

breaking into
homes and stealing.

And a lot of people felt unsafe

and unsure of if it's
gonna keep happening.

There's a valid concern

that one of the people that
Clyde's father has arrested

or one of their family members

has found out where they
live and has targeted him.

As soon as we told our neighbour
that somebody's in our house,

he didn't question us.

He immediately
told us to stay put.

He went back into his
house to grab his shotgun

and he went to our house.

He had searched
upstairs and downstairs

and even in the backyard,
even in the garage.

And he let us know that there

and that maybe
we were just tired

and probably just
hearing things.

We knew we heard somebody.

It's possible
that Clyde and his brother

have been the
victims of a break-in,

but nothing was taken,

nobody was harmed,

no intruder was seen,

and they left the house

without leaving any sign
of having been there at all.

That leads me to believe

that this is not a
living person at all.

We're dealing with
something paranormal.

So after the day is
going by and I realize, okay,

the house is fine,

there's nobody
here, I'm safe again...

It sounded like heavy footsteps

on the shingles
above where I slept.

It was somebody on the roof

walking around and I froze.

My dad was not even home yet.

To hear a loud
footstep above where I slept,

it terrified me.

My dad came home,

immediately a wall
of this sour smell hit.

It was just this disgusting,

strong odour that
came off of my dad.

He had come back
from the morgue.

He didn't look
at us in the eyes,

he kind of looked down.

And we didn't
know what was going on.

The stuff that he had
to have seen at his job

should never have happened.

He's seen women getting hurt,

kids getting hurt.

He's seen countless gang
members killing each other.

He tried to make it a habit
when he would come home,

have a smile on
his face to show us

that the day didn't affect him,

but we could tell that he
had a rough day at work.

The fact that Clyde's father

works in such a high stress,

high traumatic profession

that carries a lot of
emotional baggage

would have a profound effect
on not only Clyde's father,

but the whole entire family.

Could it be the
stresses and strains

that Clyde's father is dealing
with as a police officer?

Could the emotions,

the negative feelings

that he experiences
because of that

be drawing something in,

something that wants to feed
on those negative emotions?

I told my mom
about the footsteps.

She thought that I
was being dramatic.

She told me that I needed to
stop watching scary movies,

that I was just scaring myself

and there was nothing going on.

And I told her, well,
I didn't feel safe.

But as matters escalate,

they follow less real world
logic and it becomes apparent

that Clyde's dealing with
something much more frightening.

Children are very
close and vulnerable

to the spirit realm
that's around them,

and so the fact that
Clyde is feeling this,

he's feeling a
presence in his room,

in his spaces, that we
need to trust what he's saying.

Before we moved into this house,

we got lucky enough to be
able to watch it being made

and we were taken
there countless times

from when it was just
piles of dirt everywhere.

And my mother, she
told us that the whole area

was burial ground,
our whole street.

According to Clyde's mother,

their subdivision is
actually right on top

of sacred indigenous burial
grounds, which is huge.

Clyde brings up a very
interesting possibility.

Moreno Valley has been inhabs

by the Pechanga people.

It's very important for
people to understand that

indigenous burial
grounds are sacred.

They're like any other
cemetery where people

are laying to rest.

Can you imagine building a home
on somebody's family's remains?

Absolutely not.

So I can imagine that

if-if their home is on
top of a burial ground,

that those spirits
could potentially be

feeling disrespected
and could be angry.

I couldn't shake
the thought that somebody

was just waiting.

I started thinking maybe
it had something to do with

the burial ground
where my house is built.

That alone terrified me.

I imagined tons of spirits
everywhere outside,

inside the house
and I was afraid.

If it was an
indigenous burial ground,

you would think
that these spirits

would potentially be
bothering the whole family,

but it specifically
targeted Clyde.

So this leads me to believe

that it is something
a little more personal.

I started feeling like
somebody was staring at me.

The hair on my
entire body stood up.

And I was scared out of my mind.

It felt like it
wanted to harm me

and it was gonna
do whatever it could

to do that.

I'm laying down in bed.

In the corner it was something
was just standing there.

I can only see
the silhouette of it,

but I can just feel it
was just staring at me.

And it terrified
the hell out of me.

I mean, there,

but then there's
the next level up

where you're just
shaking with fear.

It came back over
and over again.

What is this?

Where did it come from?

What the hell does it want?

The strange
phenomena that's plaguing Clyde

started on the periphery.

But as he goes through these
experiences night after night,

it is closing in on him like a
hunter closes in on its prey.

I would always try and
see what its face looked like.

And it made sure it
had nothing for me

to be able to describe
it to, to anyone.

When an apparition
manifests visually,

its appearance can
sometimes tell us

about the way in which it died

or some key piece of information

about the haunting itself.

Once I realized
I couldn't see his face,

I remember thinking
back on the camera.

My dad had a camera to
document certain things

that he was gonna
testify in court.

And I got curious one day.

I hit this library
button on the camera

to see the last picture that.

And it was-it was just horrible.

This person had killed
himself with a shotgun.

I immediately
connected the dots.

My dad was going
to arrest this person

and I believe he
blamed my father

for having to kill himself.

So now, he was
looking for revenge.

We gathered the data,

we've analyzed the evidence

and one conclusion stands
out from all the others:

that this victim felt
that he was cornered.

Being arrested by Clyde's father

pushed him into
taking his own life.

He lost his entire world

and now I think he wants
to inflict some degree of loss

on Clyde's father.

He's not targeting the
police officer himself,

he's targeting the thing
that he cares for most

in all the world,

his son.

Who is vulnerable

and impressionable
as a young person.

It just makes for a
perfect revenge story.

This thing haunted
me from the time I was 13

until I was 18.

And that's when I
moved out of the house

and I never saw it again.

Till this day I am
still afraid of the dark.

I've learned that
there's a lot more to life

and there's a lot more to dea.

Just because they're
bad when they're alive

doesn't mean they'll be
good when they're dead.

Sometimes they stay bad.