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Go!
This is a bad idea. I never should've let you guys
- come in here. - Why did you come?
- I didn't know we were gonna be... - Guys, enough!
Let's go this way.
This way.
Through here!
Watch your step, you guys.
- I want out of here! - Come on, come on!
I'm Eli Roth.
I've spent my life telling horror stories.
But imagine if those stories were real.
And suddenly, you found yourself stalked
and tormented by an evil spirit
and no one believed you.
These are the actual accounts of terror
as told by the victims who came face to face
with their demons and survived.
Even several years later,
I don't stop thinking about Central State.
I can't help it.
It was terrifying to say the least.
It truly truly was.
What I did primarily was playing video games,
hang out with friends,
go see movies, you know, the cliché American weekends,
you know, after school.
Central State was a mental institution.
Opened in 1848 till its closure in 1994.
It seemed like a normal park,
but with abandoned buildings.
From dusk, you know, till dawn it has
a totally different feel, of course.
There's a lot of damage, too.
With kids coming through,
there could have been homeless as well.
It kind of digs into the cliché
of a mental institution
that's allegedly haunted with the dark past
of, you know, satanic rituals, evil doctors,
the mad scientist.
Are you sure about this?
- Come on. - Come one, you wuss.
Let's go in for a thrill, you know.
I'm a kid looking for something different.
There's a journey? An adventure? We're in.
Are we going inside?
Hell yeah.
Hello!
Anybody home?
Calling all ghosts!
Come out!
Come out wherever you are!
How about we split up? Cover more ground.
You're not scared, are you?
No.
As you walk down the hallways,
you can hear that scary creepy water drip
along with the smells that kind of puts in the atmosphere
that you're in this creepy Hollywood movie.
There's no working lights,
there's no electricity, everything's dilapidated
and decaying around you.
It's very, very barbaric.
Pipes are all over the place.
There's broken glass shards in there.
It was pitch black, not only to your eyes,
but it's pitch black to my being. My energy.
There's something weird going on.
There's probably something in here
that we may not wanna find.
Stop messing with me.
What are you talking about?
Nice try. The moaning. The hand.
Wasn't me.
I swear.
Maybe we should go.
Not a chance.
Let's go.
Check it out.
You coming?
There was over five miles of tunnels
underneath Central State and that would take you
throughout all the other buildings.
Hello!
Come on! If you're a ghost, show yourself!
Hold up.
Check it out.
What is it?
What happened in there?
Some poor prisoners scratched
the hell out of the walls.
Yeah, let's get out of here.
Wanna hang at my place?
Yeah, let's do that.
Agh!
Guys.
Go! Go! Go, go, go, go!
Rocks are being thrown at this point in time.
Apparently, whatever it was, I'm seeing multiple rocks
being levitated off the ground in front of me and launched.
And they're hitting me in the face.
They're hitting me in the chest.
My buddies are getting hit.
That's when we pretty much figured
we are in a little too deep.
There's the door.
Come on! Come on! Come on!
Hey!
These are fresh batteries.
We made our bad decision.
A really bad mistake.
I'm using negative energy to bring something out.
I challenged them. I threatened them.
I'm like, "This is what I'm asking for,
be ready for it."
But the fact is, I wasn't ready for it.
Come on, come on, come on!
Is it over?
I don't know.
We need more light.
Come on!
Okay, what?
Get out of here. That's what.
This way.
There is something down there with us.
It's not me playing games.
It's not them playing games.
The more we reacted in a negative, fearful way,
the more it gained power.
This is a bad idea.
- I never should've let you guys come in here. - Then why did you come?
- I didn't know we were gonna be... - Guys, enough!
Let's go this way.
This way!
No, no, no, no, no!
There was no way of us getting out.
We were pretty much stuck.
There was something real there
and it, it was very angry.
Very, very angry.
You know, it's like, "Hey, you asked for trouble.
Here I am. Here I am."
Come on.
Let's go!
Through here!
Watch your step, you guys.
I want out.
- I want out of here! - Shh!
We're right back where we started.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Did you see that?
I almost had my head taken off!
Guys, guys, guys!
We're safe.
- That was... - Yeah.
There's a woman in white, literally
comes into view like smoke.
She has a full white gown.
She has a face but no details.
She had no emotion. She had no characteristic.
She was there.
Like that's... unreal.
We survived this.
We survived something new.
Something crazy.
But little did we know there was a much larger plan,
a much larger agenda.
It's one thing to provoke.
It's another thing to even challenge
but it's especially bad when you offer your energy.
And whatever this thing was, it was negative,
and it accepted my offer.
That, that's terrifying.
Schuler!
What happened to your eye?
Nothing.
Goodnight.
It actually had scratches on the paint,
as if somebody took the edge of a knife and carved
the paint and that's where I started thinking,
you know, what exactly is going on?
I feel this thing was trying to tell me is,
"I'm more powerful than you.
You've messed with something that you should've never
messed with."
I thought maybe it could have been,
you know, PTSD type of thing.
I've had a scary encounter and I'll get over it eventually.
And that didn't help me either because it didn't stop.
I felt completely lost.
I felt like a patient at Central State.
I felt abandoned, I felt hopeless,
and I'm starting to lose my mind.
I most definitely felt like this was a message
from Central State.
Whatever this thing was, it was a messenger.
I opened the door for the messenger,
I asked for it, and I was receiving.
Central State most definitely does have a dark past.
I learned that patients would be
taken into the tunnels, that the really bad patients
would be taken into little crevices or secret rooms,
and they would be chained to pipes.
They would actually take shackles
and hammer them to the walls and leave them there.
They would do lobotomies.
There's a lot of information on Central State.
It dates back from 1848.
It, it especially had a lot of history
from the '40s up until the '90s.
In '94 it closed.
There were tragedies.
There were dark things that happened.
I thought maybe the woman in white was a patient
at Central State.
It could have been like most situations.
There were people that needed a little help,
but they were there for the wrong thing.
She could've been neglected. She could've been abused.
I was actually living in that experience
and this thing was happening.
This thing was attacking me.
These screams were happening.
Every day I feel sick to my stomach.
Every night I have some type of vivid nightmare
that I can't escape.
Give it back! Give it back to me!
I'm sorry.
Schuler?
Do you need to see someone?
- Schuler? - I'm fine, Mom!
I'm fine!
I felt defenseless.
I felt terrified. And I felt like I had no way out.
I opened up a door that I didn't understand.
It was torment.
And I knew I had to fight this thing.
And energy like that is demonic and non-human.
It, it scared me.
You want to feel safe in your own home,
you know, and you want it to stop.
Hello?
Alex, why didn't you answer any of my calls?
'Cause I don't wanna talk about something that never happened.
But it did happen. You were freaking out.
- I don't want to talk about it. - But...
Schuler.
I left you many messages.
Why haven't you called me back?
Come in.
- There's some really weird stuff... - Shh.
It's happening to you, too, isn't it?
Yeah.
It's been weird.
I've been having nightmares.
We never should have gone there.
Have you seen anything?
Like what?
You kept this?
Where did these come from?
- You should go. - Danny.
- You should go! - Danny, you're...
leave. Okay? Go!
That's where I start to really panic.
The more I provoke, the more negative I get,
we're getting a reaction.
Danny!
Go! Go!
It keeps building and building and building.
I've lived several years in this room,
in this home and none of this has happened before.
I wanted it to stop.
Schuler!
Schuler, what's happening?
What is happening?
Slammed against the wall, slammed against the ceiling
and the floor, slammed against the halls, the hallways.
I'm taken out of my body.
It was like literally my soul was sucked out of my body.
Hey, it's Danny.
Leave a message.
Hey, you've reached Alex. Leave a message.
Yeah?
Bring your laundry downstairs.
Yeah, sorry. Give me a minute.
I put one and one together
and figure out what I need to do.
I have to return the rock.
And I started hoping that I can apologize
for my provocation, make amends.
- Schuler? - Danny,
the bolt that was in your room,
you stole it from the asylum.
Because I stole a rock, too.
We need to return them.
Like hell. I'm not going back there.
Dude, it's our only chance.
You know it.
You got to get with the program.
And that's taking everything back.
It was terrifying to say the least.
It's pure fear, but I had this...
This overpowering mindset that if I don't do this,
this won't end. I'm gonna feel sick
for the rest of my life, it could get worse.
"You have to come with me this one last time,
we can return these objects,
because I know one thing, we have to go back."
Knowing what was there, that didn't make it any easier
to want to go into that building,
you know, to return everything.
I thought we're taking these things
back to where we found them.
Yeah, close enough.
Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done on earth,
as it is in heaven.
I prayed out loud. I prayed over my friends,
their families, my family, our homes,
anything that we have,
that we're attached to physically, spiritually,
and throughout the entire visit
to return all these items,
that's what I did. I prayed.
To this day, I feel
whatever that thing was from Central State
was not human.
I, I truly believe it was a demon.
It had one intention,
and that was to make my life a living hell.
Eventually, over time, everything stopped, too.
No more vivid nightmares.
No more pop cans flying, no more scratches,
nothing like that.
It seemed to work, thankfully.
I feel like there's some type
of magnetic connection I have to the spirit world
ever since I've opened that door.
My energy has intertwined with that other side
and I'm a little more sensitive to it.
I can understand it, I can feel it.
We would be in one of our offices.
Then it would feel like there's somebody watching us.
My fiancée proclaimed that she's seen
an apparition in our new home as well.
A little misty apparition with legs
scurrying into the bathroom.
Our internet,
it, there's been times where it kind of shoots off,
it dies completely and it's always at a particular time.
Things start escalating to the point
of where I'm not feeling safe in my own home.
That right there is our diffuser lamp.
That's our primary "weapon," if you will,
to kind of combat the supernatural things
that we believe are currently in this home.
And as you can see, we're using sage oil.
That's kind of like the same thing with the sage stick.
These are our mineral rocks and our crystals.
With our mineral rocks and our crystals,
this is supposed to induce positive energy into our home.
My fiancée, she's not as into the paranormal
as I am, I respect that.
And I also wanna protect that, too.
I don't want to take her into an environment that's toxic,
an environment that's gonna be dangerous or you know,
something that I experienced from Central State.
Today, what I do primarily is podcasting.
We like to reach out to individuals and vice versa
they reach out to us, and we like to help
these people and also share stories with these people.
When I had my issues in 2011, I did feel alone.
- Yeah. - You know, I wanted to find answers,
but I got myself into some hot water
and I was kind of left out to dry
with my podcast that's kind of my whole...
My goal. That's my intention,
to bring people together and try to make
a band of answers and resolutions.
After everything has been said and done with Central State,
it's really opened me
to the whole spiritual connection thing.
Accepting, believing that there is good and evil,
negative, positive, demonic, angelic
and prior to all these experiences,
I wasn't necessarily a God believer.
You can believe whatever you want,
you can follow whatever path you want
but when it comes down to it, there is good,
there is evil, you can see it in the physical world.
I feel the importance of my story
is to help other people not make
the same mistake that I did.
I can't put it anymore, you know, complex than that.
I appreciate you guys coming out listening to my stories,
giving me the opportunity to share this
because after all the years,
I've kind of had this tied in.
I've had the podcast to share but you guys
coming in, you know, it's refreshing.
Kind of touched base, I hope you learned at least
one thing from everything I've shared, you know.
Be, be alert.
Be mindful of where you're going next time
'cause you don't know the history maybe,
unless you do a little digging.
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