Haunting of Whaley House, The (2012)

[bunniefuu]

[dog barking]

[wind blowing]

There it is, boys.

The Whaley House.

Ah, I thought

it'd be bigger.

It's big enough

for ghosts.

You know what?

Everything

compared to you

is small, meathouse.

You guys know this place

used to be a morgue?

You gotta be

f*cking kidding me.

No, dead serious.

Wow.

That's one

of the reasons why it's

so frigging haunted.

And the fact that,

you know, so many

people died here.

That helps.

Well, um,

I've seen enough.

I think

we should get back

before your sister

finds out we're

gone, Casey.

Go back?

Yeah.

But we have

to go in first.

Besides, she's busy

porking sh*t-a*s Steve.

We have plenty of time.

But the house

is locked, Casey.

And I forgot

my inhaler.

I need it.

Breathing's

for gays, dude.

Besides...

I just so happen

to have the key.

Wait. Is that

one of those rocks

with the key

hidden inside,

you know,

the hideaway rock?

Is it a hideaway rock?

No, it's a regular rock.

I throw it.

We get in.

No, that's vandalism, dude.

Get Simon to do it.

f*ck you, fat boy.

Okay, come on, guys.

We've walked all this way.

We gotta see inside.

Then let's

come back and take

the damn tour.

We can get

some souvenirs

and sh*t.

You know we don't

have any money.

Okay, man.

If you throw

that rock in there

and you do something

and piss off

all the ghosts,

then what?

Mm-hmm.

Then we see 'em,

and that's exactly

what we came here for.

Oh, my god.

You know what? Uh...

You do this,

meathouse.

Your arms

are fatter than mine.

It's muscle,

cancer tooth,

and I'm not going

to jail for some

stupid-a*s ghosts.

[laughing]

Dumb-a*s.

[wind blows]

Don't look at me.

I'm not

about to do it.

I'd rather be

at home

watching the rest of

the fulci marathon.

Fulci is

an artistic ab*rtion.

Argento is

the way to go, man.

Shut up,

you fat Louie

Anderson looking

m*therf*cker.

Okay, fine. I'll do it.

I guess it's

a man's job anyway.

Wouldn't want

one of you ladies

to break a nail.

Hey, that was

only one time.

[glass breaks]

Now what?

Now...

I get a few shots.

And then...

What?

You've got to be

f*cking kidding me.

[horn honks]

Aah!

f*ck.

[crash]

[music playing]

[camera clicks]

Welcome, everyone,

to America's

Most Haunted House.

If you're all ready,

we'll get started.

Right this way.

Here we are

in the piano room.

When Thomas and Anna Whaley

first built the house,

they planned to run

part of it as a business,

which was in this room.

It was called Whaley

and Crosthwaite's

general store.

His partner,

Philip Crosthwaite,

was once the Deputy Sheriff

of San Diego,

and it just so happens

that he was the man

who tightened the noose

around

Yankee Jim Robinson's neck,

who was hanged here

when the public gallows

occupied the grounds...

Allegedly.

Right this way, everyone.

The Whaley house

was also the site

of the first commercial

theater in all of San Diego.

The ghost of a little girl

has been seen in here

on several occasions.

Nobody really knows

who she is.

Some think that she's

the great-granddaughter

of Thomas Whaley,

but it's still a mystery.

W-whoa. Did--

Did you see that?

Never mind.

Anyway, let's continue on,

everyone.

Now...

I have been asked

if I've ever

seen anything before,

and the answer to that is...

No.

Actually,

to be quite honest,

I am pretty skeptical

of the whole thing.

Now, I'm not saying that

I don't believe in ghosts

[creaking]

I just haven't been

convinced either way.

[creaking]

I'm sorry,

but I don't know

how you don't

believe this house

isn't haunted.

Excuse me?

I've been seeing things

for the past 20 minutes.

Am I alone here?

You're kidding.

You're kidding.

This house

is haunted as f*ck.

Well, what have

you seen?

Maybe you've just

mistaken something.

No. No, I haven't

mistaken anything.

I've been seeing

ghosts and...

[coughing]

Are you okay?

Get her some water,

please.

[gagging]

Somebody call 911!

I need you to...

[dispatch chatter]

Whoa. Sorry.

Hey, Bobo.

You okay, kiddo?

Yeah.

Yeah, it just...

[siren blaring]

Kinda stunk.

No kidding.

But you were great,

though.

Thanks.

It happens

all the time.

Really?

Believe it or not,

someone has

a reaction

to this house,

and they have

to be wheeled away

to the hospital.

Why?

Well, it's

this damn house.

It does things

to people.

You've been here,

what, dear,

four months?

I-I've been

working here

over 30 years.

Trust me.

I know how to deal

with this house.

How to deal with it?

Well, walk with me

while I close

the place up.

I don't think

we're going to be doing

any more tours today.

You know, Penny,

When I first started

working here,

my predecessor gave me

three rules

to live by,

and I think--

Think maybe it's time

I shared those with you.

[keys jingle]

[lock turns]

So rule number one,

don't call

the ghosts out.

They hate that.

Rule number two,

don't damage the house.

They're

very territorial.

And rule number three,

never, never go inside

the house at night.

That is their time,

reserved for them alone.

You know I don't

believe in ghosts, right?

Heh. I used to be

just like you, Penny,

used to think it was all

a big tourist trap.

So what

changed your mind?

Just because you

don't believe in ghosts,

doesn't mean they

don't believe in you.

You know, Penny, dear,

you know who

you remind me of?

No. Who?

Did--did you ever wonder

why you ended up

working here,

despite the fact

that you don't

believe in ghosts?

Eh, ghosts had nothing

to do with it, okay?

I just lucked into it.

I needed a job

to help pay my way

through med school,

and this is

where I ended up.

Hmm. Maybe it was

meant to be.

What was meant to be?

Oh, nothing. Just my--

my mind wandering.

Anyway, look,

you go on home now,

and I'll see you

tomorrow morning, okay?

[music playing]

Right. So that's

what I think is

the most crucial element.

My god.

I agree.

I mean, have you

actually seen

the n*pples

on an indian woman?

Are we really

talking about this

right now?

Okay, honey,

please, please.

The men are trying

to talk, so...

I think the width

and the girth

of the areola

are just as important

as the size

of the breast,

you know, adds majesty

to the bosom.

Definitely.

A fantastic set of n*pples

can literally

define a woman.

Guys, will you

please shut up?

I think it goes back

to when we were babies.

Okay, I think

I know where we're

going with this,

so let's just, uh,

stop talking

about it.

Baby, I'm a scientist.

Please.

See, the thing is--

is we want to marry

our mothers.

What?!

And we

seek out n*pples

that are similar

to the ones

that we suckled.

Ah, lord.

Penny's nips,

just like my mother's.

What?!

Shut up!

Ouch. Ouch.

You need me

to do that to you?

No, I'm--I'm good.

Okay. There you go.

Guys, can we change

the subject now?

Yes. Let's.

How was everyone's day?

Some tourist

freaked out

at the house today.

No sh*t?

Yeah. It was weird.

Freaked out how?

Started going

into seizures

and foaming

at the mouth.

You're joking.

No. And apparently

it happens

all the time.

My boss blames it

on the house,

like it's poison

or something.

I don't know

how you can work

at that place.

It's not that bad.

Not that bad?

It's haunted

as f*ck.

Well, if I ever

see anything,

I'll let you know,

Craig.

Yeah, but ghost sh*t,

it can't be real.

It just doesn't

make sense.

Well, just 'cause

we don't understand it,

I mean, it doesn't mean

it isn't real.

Right. I mean, it took 'em

a hell of a long time

to figure out gravity, right?

Actually,

I don't think

that's the case.

Okay, I mean,

millions of people

have experienced

the paranormal, okay?

Yet one witness

is enough to send someone

to death row.

I'd rather be

talking about n*pples.

Look, ghosts are real,

and the Whaley house

is really haunted.

Why?

Because TV says so?

Are you saying

the TV lies to me?

Oh, no, no, no,

honey ba*ls.

TV is your master.

Right.

All I'm saying

is that weird stuff

happens there,

but I just can't

buy that ghosts

are real.

It doesn't

make sense.

Penny, you work

in the mornings, right?

Sometimes.

Wait. Wait.

Craig, what are

you thinking?

So you open the doors,

and you lock up at night?

Sometimes.

Okay, now I don't

want to make an a*s

out of you and me,

but is it safe

to assume that you have

a set of keys

to the Whaley house

or at least

access to them?

Yeah, but...

wait a minute.

Oh, my god. Craig.

Oh, that's such

a great idea.

No. No, it's not.

A private tour

of the most haunted house

in america.

What do you say, Penny?

Eh, wait. Wait, what--

No!

Guys,

I can get fired!

Mmm, please.

Come on, sweetie.

What do you say?

We'll be

on our best

behavior.

Just--just a couple

of hours, pen.

I can call my cousin

and borrow some stuff.

He's like Q branch

for ghost hunters.

But, guys,

if anything breaks,

I'm liable,

and I need this job.

Oh, my god.

No one is going

to find out.

We'll be careful.

We're not doing this,

right?

God, first you drive us

to the set of thriller,

and then you want

to take us

to a haunted mansion?

What's wrong with you?

Ahem!

Hey, Penny...

You know, it's, um--

it's your call.

Pretty please?

Okay!

Yes!

But only for

a little bit,

all right?

Yes!

This is just

to prove to you guys

that there's

nothing there.

[line rings]

Just in and out.

What's going to hap--

Yeah, we'll just do

the old in-and-out.

Hey. Hey, Ray-Ray.

Guess what we're

doing tonight.

[gasps]

Oh, wow.

Oh, my god, you guys.

It smells so cool in here.

This place is

creepy as f*ck.

It's just

an old house.

They say you could

hear the footsteps

of Thomas Whaley pacing

up in his bedroom.

Why are we

whispering?

[knock on door]

Ohh.

Are you Craig's...

cousin,

twice removed.

Hey!

Black-a*s Ray!

White-a*s Craig!

[both laugh]

This is dope

as sh*t, brother.

Yeah.

How did you

pull this off?

Penny.

She works here, man.

Well, I hope

you don't mind,

but I kind of

brought a friend.

Who?

[gasps]

Keith Drummand.

At your service,

young friends.

[gasps] the famous

Keith Drummand?

The one and only,

young man.

The one and only.

Heh heh.

World-famous,

if you don't mind.

Give me your hand.

You're an Aries.

Taurus, actually.

Oh. Really?

Well...

someone here

is an Aries.

Ah!

There. You see?

Heh heh.

Now, enough chitchat.

Let me at

those darn ghosts.

[chuckles]

Who's Keith Drummand?

I thought it was

just gonna be us.

Heh. Are you serious?

He's a psychic.

He's been on, like,

every ghost-hunting show

on TV,

even that short-lived

crippled kid's one.

Let's go.

It's all right.

[exhales]

I'm here.

I heard you.

You called me back.

What do you want

from me?

Yes. Yes.

All right.

All right.

I--I--

You want this,

and I can

give it to you.

It'll help.

Ah! Be careful with

the floor, please.

As a matter of fact,

be careful with

everything, guys.

Sorry.

You know what?

Here are some

ground rules, okay?

No touching

anything.

No taking anything.

No rifling

through papers

or breathing

on anything, guys.

Come on. Everything

is really fragile.

Pen, pen, relax.

It's gonna

be fine.

Hey, what'd you bring me?

The works, baby.

Ooh.

First and foremost,

digital

voice recorder.

Oh, evp. Nice.

What's evp?

It's a fancy term

for recording

ghost voices on tape.

See, the recorder

picks up frequencies

the human ear

can't detect,

so if they're talking,

we'll hear 'em.

Yeah, but does

that really work?

Google it.

You'll hear things

that'll turn

your as*h*le white.

Ha ha!

Laser thermometer.

You can measure

temperatures all over,

or you can spot-temp

with the laser.

Good for pointing out

cold spots.

And the pice

de rsistance...

The emf meter.

m*therf*cker.

Emf?

Electricians

use 'em,

but ghost hunters

do, too.

It's a commonly held belief

that ghosts disrupt

the electromagnetic field,

so you can use these things

like metal detectors.

But for ghosts.

Right as rain.

You didn't bring

the full-spectrum

camera?

Dumb-a*s Dave dropped it

on a tombstone

a few nights ago.

[sighs]

That sucks.

It's okay.

sh*t-a*s Steve

is gonna fix it.

So what do

we do now?

Just walk around,

or...

We could, but I'd

like to try an oldie,

but goodie first.

What's that for?

Ah, there we are.

Heh heh.

[girl laughs]

Hello?

Who's there?

[clock ticking]

Guys, we really

shouldn't be doing this.

Will you please

relax, Giselle?

No. I'm not doing this.

I'm not a part of this.

Okay, everyone.

One finger

lightly on top.

We are speaking

to the Whaley family

or any earthbound entity

in this house.

We would like

to communicate with you.

My finger's

starting to cramp up

a little already.

Yeah, I've heard that

before.

Hey, it's called

rheumatoid arthritis,

all right?

Guys,

we need to focus.

No. We need to get

the f*ck out of here.

Penny, you work here.

Maybe you should

ask the question.

What should I ask?

I don't know.

Maybe something only

the ghost would know.

Yes or no questions.

Um...

Okay.

Did Violet Whaley

die in this house?

Move the glass

if yes, spirit.

[gasping]

[laughs]

That was Craig.

I swear to god

it wasn't me.

No, that was you, Craig.

I know it was.

No. I know you think

I'm lying 'cause I'm

an as*h*le,

but I swear to god

I didn't move that.

Ray: All right, guys,

fingers back on.

We've got someone here.

You're on, Penny.

Okay, Violet died

in this house,

but did she sh**t

herself here, too?

Move in a circle if no

and a straight line

if yes, spirit.

Did she sh**t herself

in the head?

No.

That's right.

She shot herself

in the heart.

That's so sad. Why?

Um, her husband

abandoned her

after two weeks

of marriage,

so she went outside

and shot herself.

Thomas Whaley

heard the g*nsh*t,

and he went out

and brought his daughter

in the house.

She died

in that chair.

Of course she did.

Okay, guys,

I am getting

increasingly freaked

the f*ck out here.

We've got someone

hanging on here.

Can we please focus?

Is this Violet Whaley?

Are you still there,

spirit?

Are you a ghost?

Are you a moron?

I'm a little nervous

right now.

Are you still here?

Oh.

Wow.

It likes you.

Ask it something else.

Um...

Are you a Whaley?

Okay. But which one?

All of them.

This place...

This house...

is interesting.

How so?

You know when you walk

into a darkened

movie theater

and it seems

empty because it--

You can hardly

see anything?

But there are

other people there

watching you,

sitting in the dark.

That's how it feels.

I just need

to get adjusted

to the dark.

You want to look around?

Yes. Yes.

I think we should.

Is it okay?

Fine.

"Fine"? Really?

'Cause this is

kind of crazy

right now, Penny.

guys, okay?

I been looking forward

to this.

The Whaley house

has barred its doors

to paranormal

investigators

for years.

So tonight

I'll be the first one

to peek behind its veil.

[chuckles]

Quite a feather

in my cap,

don't you think?

[laughs]

You can wait here

alone if you want.

Well, sh*t, when you

put it like that...

[woman sighs]

Yeah.

Well, I feel like

we're on the set

of thriller.

No, we're not.

We're at my job.

I thought

we were going out.

I had my hair done.

Of course we're going out,

but I got to take care

of something first.

This place

looks haunted.

Just a minute.

Puffy. Puffy.

Who's Puffy?

Come here, baby.

Come here, Puffy.

Is it a monster

or something?

Puffy,

look what papa got.

Look.

Puffy?

Hot chick. Big t*ts.

Can we go have sushi

at a nice restaurant

now?

Yeah, in a minute.

Really?

Baby? Puff?

[sighs] all right,

I'm just gonna go

before I get m*rder*d.

Babe, hold on.

Babe.

Hey, babes,

where'd you go?

Babe.

Come on, now. We--

we getting ready to go.

You just wait a second.

[woman crying softly]

Hello?

Who's there?

[crying continues]

who's out there?

Bobo: I can't see you.

Are you hurt?

Oh, f*ck that sh*t!

[groaning]

[lapping]

[meows]

Ray: This is

the Whaley house.

Time is 10:30.

We are proceeding

to the second floor.

When you see a ghost,

what does it look like?

I'm just curious.

I see them

like I see you.

Sometimes they're

wispy and filmy,

just like

in the movies,

but usually

they're solid.

Just another

state of being.

You get me?

Kind of.

Kind of like

how water

turns to steam,

you know.

[hinge creaks]

Ah, there we are.

Hello?

Who's there?

This is so cool.

Convinced yet?

About what?

Oh, come on.

That glass thing

down there was crazy.

Okay--

No, no, no. Stop.

You cannot tell me

that it was, like,

some sort of...

That was Ray.

Trick.

That was Ray, okay?

It had to be.

No way. I mean,

how would he know

all that stuff

about Violet Whaley?

Look, I was

on the spot, okay?

I couldn't think

of any obscure info

on the house,

and Violet

was on my mind,

so I asked about her.

But the thing is

you can find all

that stuff out online

or by taking my tour.

Look, it wasn't

a ghost, okay?

It was probably

just Ray.

God, I love you.

Okay, Scully.

[creak]

whatever you say.

What do you see?

Nothing.

It's probably

just the wind.

This is the heart

of the house.

The vortex?

You see?

[beep]

It's 10 degrees cooler

where you're standing.

What? No way.

That's not normal.

Right?

Sometimes

a ghost's presence

or a vortex

can create cold spots.

Wait.

What's a, uh...

A vortex? For lack

of a better word,

it's a doorway

in and out of this reality,

usually found

at the heart

of haunted locations

there's someone here.

Tom? Thomas?

Oh, sh*t.

Is that your name?

[laughs]

Keith: Tom? Thomas?

Talk to me.

Speak to me, please.

Why are you looking

at us like that?

Because...

He's standing

right behind you.

Ohh.

[laughter]

That's not funny,

all right?

I wasn't joking.

[clicking]

Does that mean that

there's something there?

That means

there's something there.

We'd like to speak

with you, sir.

[slam]

Yes. Yes.

Bang the wall again

for me, Thomas.

[slam]

Yes. Yes.

Once for no,

and twice for yes.

Okay?

[slam slam]

[creak]

Are you bound

to this house?

[slam]

[laughing]

Oh, my god.

That was--

That was a no?

He's free-roaming?

Are there others

with you, Thomas?

[slam slam]

Are you here

with your family?

[slam slam]

[nervous laugh]

This can't

be happening.

Thomas, if you're

not bound to the house,

can you tell us

why you're here?

Can you whisper it

into my ear?

Hey, did--

did Thomas Whaley

die in here?

No. He died

at his second house

in San Diego.

His wife Anna

and some other relatives

did die here, though.

That's why he's here.

That's why he returns,

why he protects his house.

His loved ones

are trapped here...

bound to this world.

He's here

to look over them.

And they don't like us

being here.

Okay, I'm done.

Let me go.

Mm, Giselle, please.

No, Craig.

Go f*ck yourself.

This guy doesn't

like us being here,

so I'm going.

[sighs] Just stop

being such a baby.

Keith is here.

You'll be f*cking fine.

Oh, why is that?

Is he, like, ghost

bulletproof or something?

[muttering mockingly]

On the contrary,

my child.

They've come

after me first.

They can attack me

spiritually,

and they know it.

Oh. Great.

Oh, hell, no!

What the f*ck, Ray?!

You all need

to hear this sh*t.

[soft static]

[slam on recording]

[laughing]

Oh, my god.

That was--

That was a no?

[raspy]

Will...

Di-i-ie.

That's a Class-A evp

if I ever heard one.

[laughs]

f*ck me.

How is that

possible?

Woman: Oh, crap.

What's wrong

with seal?

Keith, are--

Are you channeling?

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

There's

someone else here.

I-It's not Thomas.

It's the missis

of the house.

What was that?

Anna says hi.

Come sit with me,

Anna.

[floor creaking]

You don't mind I'm

sitting on your bed, do you?

That's right.

Come over here.

[creaking continues]

Come. I won't hurt you.

Let's be friends.

She's there?

She's here.

Ah.

Ah.

Oh, I see.

Her?

Me?

What about me?

Oh, god.

No, what about me?

She's gone.

You were pointing

at me. Why?

She recognizes you.

Heh. She recognized me.

Maybe 'cause

you work here?

Yeah. Oh, that's--

That's gotta be it.

Hold up.

Listen.

Keith: Ah.

Ah. Oh, I see.

Her?

Me? What about me?

[woman wails]

You all hear

that sh*t?

Yeah. I think

everybody heard

that sh*t.

Dude, this could

get us, like,

a show

on syfy channel

or something.

We should

be filming this.

[laughs]

I think I just

sh*t myself

a little bit.

Okay, that's it.

I'm leaving.

[rattles]

Giselle, ghosts

can't hurt you.

Actually,

they--they can.

There was

this case in 1987--

you know what?

I think Giselle's

right.

We've overstayed

our welcome.

They're just trying

to get our attention.

[rattling]

This is a terrible way

to spend a Saturday night.

Looking for ghosts?

Walking around

an old house

in the dark?

What the f*ck

is that all about?

It's stupid.

If ghosts were real,

it wouldn't matter

when you

looked for them.

Ray: Well,

the theory is--

f*ck the theory.

They can have this

shitty-a*s house

to themselves.

They don't have to

go around

slamming doors

in my face

or trying to scare

the sh*t out of me.

Gigi, calm down.

I'm calm, Vanessa.

I am super calm.

I just want

to get the f*ck

out of this house.

Where are

the stairs?

They're down that way.

What? Don't look at me.

She's your friend.

Oh, come on.

Yeah, you'll be

thanking us

when we're making bank

off our ghost-hunting show.

Ret*rded,

the whole thing.

[creaks]

Um, hello?

[screams]

[crack]

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Giselle. [gasping]

Giselle!

Giselle.

Get down here!

Oh, sh*t.

Giselle.

Giselle.

Giselle.

No, no, no, no.

Penny: no, no.

She must have tripped

down the stairs.

No.

How's that happen?

Giselle.

Is she okay?

Giselle, honey.

Craig: Penny,

is she...

Penny: Hey.

Giselle. No.

No way, man.

She--

she can't be.

Well, does she

have a pulse?

Giselle, honey.

Giselle, honey.

Giselle, wake up.

This isn't good.

Yeah, no sh*t.

No, I mean

for the house.

This isn't good

for the house.

No way, man.

We need to--

We need to call

for help, right?

Right?

Penny, let me see

your phone.

Penny.

This isn't f*cking

happening right now.

Just shut up, Craig.

Listen, both of you,

shut up.

What are you doing?

What the f*ck does

it look like I'm doing?

What are you

talking about?

Who are you

gonna call?

I'm gonna call 911.

No. No,

you can't do that.

Am I cra--

Get the f*ck off me.

Are you f*cking crazy?

Don't be an idiot, man.

Give me that f*cking--

What the f*ck--

Give me the phone!

f*ck off, Craig.

This is f*cking

serious, man!

Craig, man,

what are you doing?

Don't you guys

f*cking get it?!

It'll look

like we k*lled her.

Are you crazy?

Apparently

I'm the only one

processing

the situation

correctly here.

You're such

a f*cking as*h*le.

I'm an as*h*le?

Yeah, you.

We broke

into a house...

and our friend fell

down the stairs, right?

Who is gonna buy

that sh*t?

If we don't call,

they'll think

we did it.

No. No. No.

Listen, uh...

we get

out of here.

We make it look

like she snuck in

by herself

and fell

down the stairs

while walking around

in the dark.

That way,

none of us get

any sh*t for this.

I am doing this

for all of you.

Now we need to get

our stories straight.

Otherwise, they're gonna

pin this sh*t on us.

What in the name

of god are you

talking about?

It was

an accident!

An accident?

You think they're

gonna believe that?

Innocent people

go to jail

all the time!

Our friend is dead,

and you want to argue

about whether or not

we should call for help!

I'm just trying

to be realistic,

Pen, okay?

This looks

really bad,

and we're not even

supposed to be here.

No, this was your idea!

Well, you didn't

have to let us in!

You could have

just said no!

You're just

as responsible

for this as--

[dials]

[line rings]

of your emergency.

Yes, hello.

My name is Penny Abbott,

And I'm

at the Whaley house.

Did you say,

"The Whaley House"?

Yes, there's been

an accident.

My friend, she fell

down a flight

of stairs and--

I'm sorry. I can't

hear you too well, ma'am.

Did you say

an accident?

Yes. My friend,

she fell.

She fell down

a flight of stairs.

Ma'am, are you

still there?

Yes, I'm still here!

Hello?!

Ma'am, are you there?

I'm gonna send--[static]

hello! I'm here!

Can you hear me?

Ma'am,

we'll send some--

My friend...

oh, come on!

What happened?

My battery died.

That happens.

Sometimes

a spirit will drain

battery power

from cameras,

meters, even

flashlights.

They feed off it.

Will you cut the crap

with that ghost sh*t?!

Well, did

you at least

get through?

I don't know.

Well, did you,

or didn't you?

What do you mean?

I don't know, okay?

I spoke with someone,

but I don't know

if they could hear me.

I--I don't know.

What...

probably better

that way.

Now you shut

the f*ck up, man!

Just trying to help.

f*cking idiot.

Both of you

just stop, okay?

I'm gonna get...

Ahh!

It's hot.

I'm afraid...

they won't

let us go.

What?

I never felt it

like this before.

It's like hate.

Energy coursing

through this house,

it's omnipotent.

Your poor friend's

death,

that strengthened them.

Strengthened them how?

I hear voices.

I hear a lot of them.

They're saying...

Blood has been spilled.

When we die,

we open the doorway

to the next world

for our soul.

Like the vortex?

No.

The vortex

is always open

and weaker,

but a fresh death tears

the next world open.

Wait. What are

you saying, man?

Your friend's death...

No, wait.

Not just your friend.

There has been--

There has been

more blood spilled

on the property.

More blood?

What--what about

that woman

Who spazzed out

earlier this afternoon?

She--she's not dead.

She was alive

when they took her

to the hospital.

I see a woman

and two men

right there.

Oh, sh*t!

[clicking]

Their deaths has

opened the portal wide,

wider than ever...

And they're

keeping it open,

drawing strength

from both sides.

No. He is.

I hear you.

I hear you, Mr. Whaley.

He can finally

bring his family over

to the other side.

The portal has

allowed them a way out,

but he's propping it

open for some reason.

I'm afraid they aim

to do us harm.

Why? What did

we ever do to them?

It's because of her.

No, not this again.

Yeah, enough of this.

Let's smash a window.

Shh. Stand still.

[clock ticking]

Do you all feel that?

What?

[house rumbling]

Ahh!

Oh, no.

[crying]

What the f*ck

was that all about?

It's okay.

Just an earthquake?

Not an earthquake.

That was the portal,

my young friends.

It was trying to close,

but it can't,

so it's affecting

our reality.

sh*t!

They broke

my equipment!

You okay, man?

No, I am not okay!

Do you know how expensive

this sh*t is?!

You just can't

run down to walmart

and buy a--

A trifield meter.

Damn it!

Now some

stupid-a*s ghost

Has to come

and break my sh*t?

Cuz, it's okay.

No, it's not okay.

f*ck you, ghost!

Do you hear me?!

Ray.

Who the hell

do you think you are,

breaking a man's sh*t?

Do you know how hard

I work for this--

I work a minimum-wage job

to afford this sh*t,

and you just gonna

come and break it?

f*ck you!

Ray, be careful.

They're listening.

Good! I hope

they hear me!

Damn ghosts

can suck my d*ck.

Come on, ghosts!

Where are you?!

Come on, now.

Bang on a wall now,

m*therf*cker.

Ray, stop it.

Don't call them out.

You'll

make them angry.

Good! Where are you?!

Where are you? 10 years,

I been looking for you.

Heh. Maybe a noise here.

Maybe a whisper there,

but that's all crap.

Ray.

If you're there,

I want to f*cking

see you.

Don't do that.

Here I am.

Come and get me,

m*therf*ckers!

[Ray panting]

[gasps]

[gags]

Can't breathe.

[rope stretching]

sh*t.

[gasps]

[sobs]

[dog barks]

Penny:

Okay, okay, okay.

[Vanessa crying]

Shh. Shh. Okay.

This isn't right.

None of this,

this isn't right.

This is--Penny,

I want to go home.

We're--

I want to go home.

We're gonna get

out of here, okay?

No. No,

I know we're not.

Don't lie to me.

Vanessa,

we're gonna be okay,

all right?

You gotta stay strong.

Gotta stay strong, okay?

[footsteps upstairs]

Shh. Shh.

[slam]

Okay. It's okay.

[slam slam]

[footsteps continue]

He's up there.

They all are.

[slam]

[slam]

Anything?

What?

No. No, the doors

are locked solid.

Yeah, it's like

a meat locker

back there.

[slam slam]

Are you seriously

going back up there?

[slam slam]

Well, yes.

We have

to talk to them,

ask for

their forgiveness.

Maybe they'll

let us out

if we plead

for mercy.

Plea for mercy?

What about all that

"power of christ

compels you" stuff?

Shouldn't we able

to force them

to let us go?

They're not like that.

They aren't evil.

[laughs]

They aren't?

They aren't evil?

Ray is dead, okay?!

Giselle is dead.

I know. No,

they're just desperate.

Desperate for what?

You.

But I'm not sure why.

It's okay.

You guys can stay here

if you want.

I'm going up

to find out.

It's cold

up here, too.

Whaley family,

we come as friends.

Where can we speak?

[screaming]

No! No! No!

Penny: Vanessa!

Vanessa!

[screams]

Oh, god.

[sobbing]

Vanessa,

are you hurt?

What happened?

She grabbed me!

She grabbed me!

What? But there's--

There's nobody

in here.

Guys, look.

Look.

Vanessa: Oh, god.

[sobbing]

[footsteps]

Oh, god.

What is it?

I see something.

Where?

Thomas?

It's not Thomas.

Keith, what is it?

Back up!

Back up now!

Go back!

Go away! Go back!

[Vanessa sobbing]

[Penny murmuring,

shushing]

Please,

it's okay.

Okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

What was it?

What the hell

did you see, man?

It wasn't--

It wasn't human.

[scoffs]

Not human?

[sobbing]

Like what?

Like a f*cking demon

or something?

Okay,

stay with me, okay?

Okay, I thought you said

they were just ghosts.

[Vanessa crying]

It wasn't a Whaley.

Stay with me, okay?

I know. I know. I know.

I know. I know. I know.

It said its name

was Santiago.

Yankee Jim?

Who's Yankee Jim?

He was hanged

on the property

when it was

a gallows.

He was too tall

for the noose,

so he stood

on his tiptoes

when they dropped him.

Penny: Shh.

It took him

hours to die.

His real name

was Santiago,

and he's

supposed to be one

of the resident ghosts.

So, what? So he's

not human anymore?

W-what the f*ck?

He told me he died bad.

He stayed bad.

[screaming]

Stop!

Stay out!

Stay back!

You have no power

over us!

Go away!

Go away!

He's gonna

break the f*cking

door down!

See?

I f*cking told you!

[Vanessa sobbing]

Oh, my god.

[sobbing continues]

Santiago,

is that you?

Oh, my god.

[sobbing ends]

He's gone.

Well, he was sure

as sh*t there

a f*cking

minute ago.

I figure it's

exhausted itself

with the door

and needs to rest.

Why is he an it?

If he was--

If he was human once,

why is he an it?

He died bad...

on the wrong side.

What is that stuff?

Purified and

blessed sea salt

with powdered angelica root.

Helps to protect

against negative energy.

Oh, is that gonna

keep them outside?

It should work.

[rumbling]

Ah, sh*t!

[crickets chirping]

[thunder rumbling]

You ever been

in this place before?

No.

They say it's haunted.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

You get a bunch

of prank calls

about this place?

None. This might be

the first one.

[rings doorbell]

[thunder crashes]

Anything?

Place looks like

it's been ransacked.

Any ghosts?

Let's go around back.

Look.

Probable cause.

Go.

SDPD!

SDPD! Who's here?!

Bodies.

Pretty sure they

wouldn't have a pulse

if I checked anyway.

You want to call it in?

I got it.

We are so f*cked

right now.

I--I mean, like--

Shh, shh, shh.

I mean, like f*cked---

Shut up! Shut up.

Listen.

Like really f*cked.

Listen! Listen!

Just...

Officer: This is

the San Diego

police department!

Is anybody sick

or injured in the house?

Dispatch, this is

Officer Downs. Come back.

Dispatch, do you copy?

What, is it wonky?

Signal's doing something.

Try yours.

Hey! Hey!

Put the g*n down.

Put the g*n down.

Put your hands up!

I was the one that

called you guys, okay?

All right, come down here.

Keep your hands where

we can see 'em.

There are more of us.

One of us is hurt.

[woman sobbing]

I got it.

Okay, you go.

I got them.

Where is he going?

[crying]

Ma'am.

Ma'am, San Diego police.

Are you all right?

[crying]

Ma'am, are you hurt?

Officer: Okay,

hold it, you two.

Where's your friends?

Go, go, go, go, go.

Gates!

Gates: Oh, my god.

Gates, what is it?

[gasping]

[gurgling]

What's he doing?

Hey, cool it

with that stuff, man.

sh*t. You think

chairs are gonna keep

those f*ck out, man?

This is magic, dude.

This'll work.

Gates: This is ridiculous.

What the f*ck?

Dispatch, come back. Over.

Dispatch.

Still not working?

No, it isn't.

Backup'll be here soon,

though, right?

I mean, you guys

can't just fall

off the map, huh?

Yeah, if we don't

check in within

half an hour,

they send

another squad car out.

I hope it's

not too long.

Vanessa isn't

doing very well.

Yeah, but--

But she'll

be okay, right?

No.

No, she's not.

[creaks]

I know you're there.

I know you are.

Who's there?

Come on out.

Wait.

You think we should

leave the room?

I wouldn't do that.

I'll be right back.

She looks like Lisa.

Hey, this salt

stuff'll protect us

in here, right?

Yes, unless there's

something in here already.

[giggles]

I know you're here.

What's your name, child?

What's your name,

sweetheart?

[giggling]

Wait, sweetheart.

What about Keith?

Man, f*ck Keith, okay?

He can take it down

when he gets back.

Just--Here.

Help me, please.

[humming, murmuring]

Hey, I think there

might be something

wrong with your friend.

Hey, baby,

are you okay?

[continues humming]

Vanessa.

What is she saying?

Baby.

f*ck me!

sh*t!

Holy sh*t!

f*cking freeze!

This is my house.

My house.

Will die.

Vanessa.

You--

Vanessa, what's--

Vanessa--

Vanessa is asleep.

You're not Vanessa.

You belong to us.

Why are you

doing this?

We want you back.

Back from what?

You ours.

How am I yours?

You missing.

You're missing me?

Baby.

I...

Baby.

Hey, give us

our friend back.

[creaks]

Be careful.

She is not yours.

Ours.

She, too...

Hey.

Ours.

Who are you?

[gasping]

No!

Look out! What is she--

Penny: No.

Watch out!

Vanessa!

Honey, it's okay.

[sobs]

It's okay. It's okay.

What--

What happened?

You know, I don't--

No. Now they're

f*cking possessing us.

[gasping]

I have had it

with this sh*t, man!

Hey, stay calm.

I'm getting

the f*ck out of here!

I'm not gonna wait

for these f*ck

to k*ll us all!

Craig, wait.

I'm gonna break

this f*cking window!

Craig!

No!

[screams]

Craig!

[sobs]

What?

[crickets chirping]

[clock ticking]

[soft whispering]

Where'd you go, child?

I know you're up here.

[whispering continues]

Don't be afraid.

You know, I had

a daughter once.

[chuckles]

She was so beautiful,

had a smile that

would make my day.

[whispering]

Her name was Lisa.

[whispering]

She's gone now, too.

She was hit by a car...

[whispering]

her and her mommy,

a long time ago.

[breathes deeply]

[whispering]

I miss my little girl

very much.

I remember

the hugs the best.

May I give you a hug?

[screams]

I'm sorry, sweetie.

I'm sorry.

Where'd you go,

sweetheart?

Where are you,

sweetheart?

What is this?

Not supposed

to be there.

[gurgles]

[screams echoing]

[crying]

Vanessa: Why would

they do that to Craig?

Penny:

Jesus, Vanessa!

Shh, shh, shh.

Vanessa, just--

Just stop it, okay?

Sweetie, please.

Please.

Vanessa, Vanessa,

Vanessa.

Vanessa, Vanessa,

Vanessa, Vanessa,

Put the g*n down.

You don't need that.

Of course I do.

It's because of you

that we're all here.

You deserve to die

more than Craig did.

[laughs]

She's f*cking

lost it.

She's f*cking

lost it.

They aren't

gonna let us leave.

Can't you see that?

I mean, they win.

[laughs]

They win, right?

I mean, they win, right?

[laughing]

They win.

Vanessa,

Vanessa, don't.

Don't, babe.

Vanessa, what are you doing?

Just--Just stop it, okay?

She won't let me.

[whispering]

You have to. Do it.

Stay with us.

[laughs]

Ah, she wants it

to be like Violet.

Penny: Vanessa,

put the f*cking

g*n down!

Violet died

of a broken heart.

Me, too.

[murmurs]

No! Vanessa, no!

No.

Get her.

[sobs]

Vanessa. Vanessa.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's not so bad.

They think...

You're Violet.

[sobbing]

Penny.

Penny.

Penny.

I'm done.

I give up.

No. No, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no.

No, don't--

Don't you say that.

Don't you say that, okay?

We can get out of this.

No.

We can't.

We can't.

Listen.

We can--

We can at least try.

Okay?

Okay?

Okay?

Okay, I need you

to focus.

Penny, need you to focus.

Hey.

Fire escape.

What?

The fire escape.

What fire escape?

The fire--

There's a fire--

A hatch

in the attic.

There's

a fire escape,

a way out of here.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, Penny, let's go.

Where is it?

It's back

around here.

It's padlocked,

but maybe we can

rip it from the wall.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

What?

It must have

been Keith's.

Penny: Then

he's up here?

[screams]

[yelling]

Oh, my god! Pull me!

Pull me! Pull me!

[yelling]

Pull me out!

Pull me out!

Penny! Aah!

[gasping]

sh*t! sh*t! sh*t!

sh*t! sh*t!

[screaming]

Oh, my god! Aah!

What the--What--

What the f*ck?! Aah!

[screaming]

Jake!

No! No! Please!

No! No! Aah!

No, please. No, please.

Please, just let me go.

Please.

Aah! No!

Please, no.

No, please.

[screaming]

Violet.

Violet.

Baby.

We love you.

Come with us.

Come with us.

Mommy is--

No, no!

Thomas:

It's been so long.

Violet.

We've missed you.

I'm not Violet.

Violet.

You belong to us.

My name is Penny.

I'm not Violet.

You--You made

a mistake.

Please,

just leave me alone.

Anna: We love you.

Thomas:

We missed you

so much.

Come back.

Violet's gone.

Come back.

Go be with her.

You belong with us.

Please just me go.

Violet, please.

Sweetheart.

Violet, please.

Go. Go be with Violet.

[rumbling]

It's over.

[gasping]

It's over.

[screams]

[tumbling down stairs]

[birds chirping]

[woman gasping]

All right, ma'am.

Stay behind me.

Stay behind me.

Stay behind me.

Oh, god. What is--

What is--

Penny, Penny,

are you in there?

Ma'am, stay back.

Penny. No, no.

No, no, no. Stay back.

I need to see.

Ma'am, trust me.

I need to see.

Oh, my god!

Dispatch, this is

Officer Jones.

I'm at the Whaley home.

Oh, god, what is it?

Penny!

Send in more pd...

Penny!

Homicide, please.

Ma'am.

It can't--No, no, no.

Ma'am, please.

No, no, no.

Please stop.

No! Oh, god!

Are you gonna

be okay, ma'am?

No. No.

I'm not, not for

a very long time.

We'll need you

to come down and make

a statement at the station.

Oh, does it have

to be this second?

I'm afraid so, ma'am.

Are you okay to drive,

or would you

like a ride?

I can drive.

Ju-just give me

a moment to close up

the house.

[wheels rolling]

Is--is that her?

Oh, Penny,

I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry.

Good-bye, Penny, dear.

Oh, Bethany,

thank god.

Damn this house.

She wasn't

yours to take.

They didn't

take me, Bethany.

I'm right here.

But they

didn't take me.

They're

all gone now.

I'm right here.

They're

all gone now.

I'm--I'm here.

You did look

so much like her.

Why can't you

hear me, Bethany?

You just had

to have her.

Why can't you

hear me?

I'm here, Bethany.

I'm right here!

Penny, dear?

Was that you?

Penny, dear?

Oh, Penny,

I'm so very sorry.

But don't worry.

You won't be lonely.

I'll be around.

No. No. No, Be--

Bethany!

Bethany!

No. No.

I'm alive!

Bethany!

Bethany,

I'm alive!

I'm alive!

[sobbing]

I'm alive!

[music playing]

looking in the mirror

no reflection

searching for a pulse

no detection

trying to find a sign

that I exist at all

memory of you

a flash of lightning

[thunder]

a dark and empty house

can feel so frightening

the sound

of my own voice

just echoes

off the walls

till I've given up

the ghost

given up the ghost

given up the ghost

in this haunted,

haunted home

spiders in my sleep

afraid of dreaming

my mind is off the hook

the phone is screaming

I'm reaching out for you

when someone

cuts the line

shadows on the move

a faded photo

a footstep in the hall

a shattered window

the wind comes

crashing in

to take me back in time

until I've given up

the ghost

given up the ghost

given up the ghost

in this haunted,

haunted home

another stormy night

another

supernatural feeling

another stormy night,

and I'm scared

and I'm scared

of the dark

scared of the dark

another stormy night

another

supernatural feeling

another stormy night,

and I'm scared

and I'm scared

of the dark

scared of the dark

without you

till I've given up

the ghost

given up the ghost

given up the ghost

in this haunted,

haunted home

another stormy night

another

supernatural feeling

another stormy night,

and I'm scared

and I'm scared

of the dark

scared of the dark

another stormy night

another

supernatural feeling

another stormy night,

and I'm scared

and I'm scared

of the dark

scared of the dark

another stormy night

another

supernatural feeling

another stormy night,

and I'm scared

and I'm scared

of the dark

scared of the dark

another stormy night

another

supernatural feeling...