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I'm Eli Roth.

I've spent my life telling horror stories.

But imagine if those stories were real

and you find 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.

I'll show you my room where some of the activity happened.

My heart would be pounding

when I would go to bed and I was taking melatonin for sleep,

I was taking more than I should have,

it didn't make a difference,

I felt total fear to get in bed every night.

Boy.

I tell my story because that was real.

Something was after me.

And I was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown

or having to be put in a hospital.

I wasn't that far off.

I did live a carefree life. I knew right and wrong.

I didn't do what I knew was right.

I didn't seem it like a big deal at that time.

And that's kind of where my life hit a turning point.

You're trying to drown yourself? Slow down.

Why? This is what life is for!

I gotta piss like a race horse.

Line up some more shots.

The whole near-death experience maybe lasted

anywhere between 30 seconds to a minute.

I was dead and then I awoke.

It forced me to kind of look at the mistake I made,

there's not a bigger eye-opener than that.

I moved in with my grandpa in Suffolk County

and it was an opportunity to make my life easier

and it was an opportunity to help my grandpa

he was at an age

where it was best for him not to be alone.

I felt happy to move in with him,

this was a place where I was comfortable at.

Grandpa Lou.

Welcome to the boondocks, kiddo.

Let me show you the guest bedroom.

I remember where it is, Gramps.

I figure I could... you know help out.

Do some cooking, some cleaning, whatever you need.

I can be like your butler.

I bet you always wanted a butler?

Anything you want done first? Name it.

Think we can go visit your grandmother?

For sure. Of course.

She always loved it when you would visit.

She'd be glad to hear that you're coming to stay for a while.

You okay, kiddo?

I'm fine,

You all finished?

Do you remember any of it?

Any of what?

That night when you fell.

You were dead for...

I don't remember. And I don't want to.

Your grandmother always said,

you should always have somebody around.

It's good to have companionship.

Looking back, it was kind of like a warning

before a volcano erupts, but I missed it.

This vibration in the air felt...

It felt like the slightest bit of pressure.

Almost like when you have two magnets that are opposite

and are pushing against each other.

I can't compare it to anything else.

But it's something you feel and you know it's there.

Doug.

Why this was happening, or whatever this wanted?

I had no idea.

I never imagined it would get as bad as it did.

I can't see anybody but I can hear voices

and I don't know who they are.

And at that point, I realized that

I had a rough road ahead of me.

Coffee.

Sleep well, kiddo?

I slept like a baby.

Hello?

Somebody there?

Doug.

Kiddo, it's me.

Sorry Gramps. I don't know,

it's something in the woods.

You ever hear anything? Like an animal?

In those woods?

Dougie, the most dangerous animal in those woods

is a wild turkey. C'mon, Yankee game on.

Sure.

Gramps? Something wrong?

You okay?

Gramps? You okay?

You need something?

Why did you get up?

I didn't get up.

Black dog at your door.

Pops, back to dreamland.

Whatever this was,

was trying to show me that " I've got physical strength, I'm here,

I'm following you and I'm watching you".

I remember that point,

"This thing is doing whatever it can to try to scare me."

And I never imagined it would get as bad as it did.

And when things got bad I never imagined that they would get better.

We are in between worlds when we sleep.

I would dread going to bed every night.

I physically could not fall asleep.

And I remember, "If this keeps happening

I'm not gonna make it more than a couple of nights."

To me that was worse than the lack of physical sleep,

the fear took its toll much more.

Morning, you're up early.

I couldn't sleep for some reason.

You didn't sleep at all?

You remember getting up last night at all?

Nope.

I heard you up and down the hall last night.

Not me.

You telling me you saw a black dog.

What's the plan for today?

Not much, maybe take a nap later.

Think if we go visit my cousin Jerry?

Visiting a cemetery I would look at it and...

I feel a little bit fearful.

I'd feel a little bit uneasy.

Jerry was a good man.

He had more friends than anybody.

He was the one that first introduced me to your grandmother.

Do you remember meeting Jerry?

You would have been a kid.

I don't remember.

Let's go.

Turn around,

turn around.

Get lost!

Get!

You can get some shuteye when you get back to the house.

That's not a bad idea.

You okay, Doug?

When I heard that voice saying "turn around,"

my heart dropped.

I drove myself crazy trying to think,

"What is this?"

I thought it's trying to tell me something.

I'm right here, turn around.

And it was saying it maliciously, that's how I take it.

Boo.

Seriously, Gramps,

have you ever felt anything in the house?

Like something's watching you?

Son,

you think you need to see a shrink,

talk to somebody about this?

Gramps. Nevermind.

Okay.

That was real.

That's when it hit me that the house wasn't haunted,

it was me.

If I could move out and that was a fix, I would easily have done it.

I don't think I could have gone anywhere.

Would have been able to escape it.

I had no choice but to deal with it.

I never imagined I would be terrified to get into bed.

My heart would pound.

Physically I could feel my heart pounding.

There's not a fear like it.

I realized something was following me.

It was mentally and physically exhausting.

I had this uneasy feeling like something bad

was currently happening or about to happen.

Turn around.

I'm coming for you...

Coming for you.

Why is this happening to me?

This wasn't something that I could brush off and let go.

It wanted to either break my will

where I did something drastic or had to be hospitalized.

Whatever it was wanted to torment me for whatever reason.

It was almost like it was enjoying it.

I felt something that resembled an animal

it wasn't until right to my face

I thought, "this feels exactly like a dog."

it even sniffed like a dog.

In front of my face.

It wanted to feed off of fear,

I refuse to believe that I'm helpless

and there has to be something that I can do.

I was try to find some kind of answer,

some kind of solution to what was going on.

And I looked up supernatural and black dog

and there's mythology that it's called the "Hell Hound".

It's a bad omen, it's not good.

That scared me because...

it wasn't a person after me,

it seemed to be more than one thing,

I couldn't come up with anything concrete

that was an answer, all I could do was speculate.

Doug...

Doug...

Doug.

Doug...

Doug...

Turn around.

Turn around...

turn around...

Turn around.

I did turn around!

What do you want?

Answer me!

Join us.

While I'm sleeping and when I'm by myself

is when most of it happens

and especially at night

it kicks up more at night.

That seems to be the witching hour.

There's some kind of connection

to when we're asleep, try to find its way into.

As soon as I would lay down I would feel steps

like that coming up,

something would kind of prance around

I'd feel it around my pillow, around my head.

I was never a religious person

but this is like a Saint Michael medallion

and this is a crucifix.

Sometimes I would hold it and it seemed to make a difference.

Once I realized that whatever it was was following me...

it's a physical terror...

there's nothing that's as scary.

Nothing seemed off-limits at this point,

anything seemed possible.

Doug Walter?

The thing that jumps out from your email

was what happened to you at the nightclub.

Did the doctors tell you how long you were dead?

One minute, they told me.

No signs of life.

Have you been to any funerals since then or cemeteries.

Cemeteries, a lot.

Why?

I bring my Gramps..

He visits his friends and family that are gone.

You can get something on camera?

Something visual.

That would be seen as provoking it?

It's a risk.

You need to provoke it to get some answers.

This one here is a light streak that flies by.

This is like 6:30 in the morning.

See right in that bottom right corner?

This was the first clip I saw.

Here we go.

- What is that? - It's like a strobing

this is while I'm sleeping.

Look at the bottom by my feet,

you don't see anything.

Looks like something was pulling the blanket.

I remember thinking this is like something

out of a book or a movie but it's not.

This is my life.

Knowing something was present,

I wanted to tell the whole world

and I'm not a talker

but I felt like I wanted everyone to know

what was happening to me, that's how scary it was.

See? It's real.

I never doubted it was real.

Let's figure out what it wants

I can give it up and put an end to this.

You do not want to do that.

Why not?

If you didn't understand this before, understand it now.

You're in a fight with something evil,

you need to fight back.

If you give it what it wants, then it wins.

You need to figure out what this thing doesn't want you to do

and then that's exactly what you do.

That's how you fight back.

Crap.

Grampa, help!

Help me!

Doug...

Join us...

Join us...

Join us.

That's what they want.

What? Doug, you fell.

They had me but then I got away,

they want me to go back with them.

They want me to turn around,

want me to go back to being dead.

Doug, sit up, you're not going anywhere.

I'll get you some water.

I need to stay here.

I need to choose life.

After that night's near dead experience

some door got opened up.

When I went to the cemetery with my grandpa,

death recognized me.

Whatever was chasing me,

it was maybe death.

Or maybe I wasn't running from something,

maybe I was running to somewhere,

maybe being in between worlds.

I can't say.

If I had to take a guess...

I was trying to escape death.

I refuse to believe that I'm helpless

and there has to be something that I can do.

As this was escalating

I'm desperate to try to make it stop

and I've heard of sage and holy water

and putting a line of salt around my bed

and I tried everything.

I was desperate to try to make this go away.

It's been seven months since this began

and I don't know if these entities will ever go away

but for me, I made the decision

that I'm gonna live my life anyway.

You had mentioned that you've worried about

like this kind of attaching itself to,

other people that you talk to about that.

Is that something you see as a concern for us?

Possible, especially when you,

in your mind you believe and acknowledge it,

maybe when you leave here,

maybe kind of have something,

whatever faith you have to try to protect you.

I'll go to bed at night still and close my eyes

and I'll feel something moving around

or feel something kind of swatting at my face.

I still feel it every night.

I don't know if I'll ever have sleep like I used to.

Death doesn't think I belong here but I do.

You can't have me.

Dougie.

Coming, Gramps.

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