Grave Encounters 2 Page #5

He said it was because of "the asbestos."

That's...that's clearly bullshit.

I mean, they're trying to hide the truth.

They're trying to hide something...

they don't want people to...

Breakin' in, b*tch!

Motherfuckers can't stop us!

Well, f*** the police...eeee, ha, ha, ha!

Knock it off!

Knock it off.

Guys!

Movie's f***ing retarded.

This is why we came up here, you guys

actually think the movie is real?

That's the whole point of this, Tess.

Ohh! Yeah!

I'm not, I'm not responsible

for my actions.

I got another message from Death Awaits,

saying to meet him in the room at the West end

of the tunnel at three a.m., sharp, tonight.

We have got, uh, eight night vision cameras that

we're going to put up on tripods like that one

throughout the building.

This super bad-ass camera is

shooting in high resolution.

Thermal camera.

Because we're fancy like that.

An EMF meter.

Make mine really big.

That's what she said.

- Cheers.

- Cheers!

Tonight, we're going to try to find proof of what Gerry

Hartfeld's been trying to cover up for ten years.

That this film is the real deal, that the spirits of (CENSORED)

exists, the crew of Grave Encounters died trying to find them.

Yeah, boy, we're going to light the fires,

we're going to kick the tires.

Yeah, baby.

Yeah, baby.

All right...ugh.

- Okay, let's go!

- Let's do this!

Oh, f***!

It's the guard!

Down, down, down!

Dude, turn your light off!

Turn your light off.

Shhh, Tessa!

Anybody there?

Shhh.

Sh*t, get down!

F***!

Hello?

(RADIO):
....There's

some suspicious persons.

There's a couple of guys in an old Cutlass.

It's an off-white in colour...

parked in the parking lot for a long time.

All right.

All right, I'm on my way.

Okay, it's time to make a break for it.

Go!

All right, you heard the sarge.

Let's go. Move your ass.

Shhh...that does not

mean to be loud, Trevor.

Okay, sorry.

Oh God...Wait for me!

Don't die baby!

Oh f***, we'll see ghosts in here!

Holy sh*t!

- Death Awaits.

- Death Awaits.

Well, it's definitely the right building.

Tess, bolt-cutters.

Oh, no, I'm doing this sh*t.

- Suit yourself.

- Don't touch...

Ooooh!

- How come you get to wear a balaclava?

- Shhhh....

Yeah.

Wah!

Really?

Oh, my God!

- Oh wow!

- Wow!

This place isn't creepy.

Sh*t, it's just like the movie.

Oh, my God, is that police tape?

Why would the police, like, come here

if this was just a movie?

'Cause it's not just a movie.

You done yet?

This hallway's...kind of creeping me out.

Yeah, I'll be, I'll be done in a second.

You're okay.

All right!

- It's good.

- Okay, let's go.

- Weird.

- Oh, ha, ha.

- This way.

- Wait. That way?

Okay.

I think this is the way.

Demons in the halls.

Demons in my mind.

Demons you will find.

- All right, let's go, let's go.

- F*** that!

- C'mon man.

- Right.

All right. Let's go.

- Hurry up!

- Woah, woah, woah, woah.

Hold on.

Haaaaaa...

Hey, is this where the black guy died?

Yeah, well, the ethnics always die first.

Whew!

(Whistles) Sh*t, man.

Damn, that's f***in' high up.

C'mon man, let's go.

You're gonna f***in' fall

out of there, seriously.

Okay, guys, let's set up for the intro.

Okay, Jared, you set the

last camera in the tunnels.

- Can't say that.

- Yes, you can.

Alex's awesome documentary, take one.

..typical tie-in...

Ready?

It was March 20th, 2003, when Sean Rogerson and

the crew of Grave Encounters were shooting

their sixth episode of a reality television

series here, in this very building.

They encountered something horrible.

Something that would cut their

lives tragically short.

It was sold to the American

public as fiction,

yet in fact, it was reality.

Later tonight, we'll be meeting up with an

anonymous source known only as Death Awaits,

who first tipped us off.

In the mean time, we'll be conducting our own paranormal

investigation in hopes of uncovering the truth

behind the decade-long cover-up.

Everybody good?

Jared?

Yup.

- Tess, you got it?

- Yup.

And, three, two, one.

Action!

This building is massive, and

it's super easy to get lost.

So, to make sure that doesn't happen,

and that we can always find our way back,

we're dropping these glow sticks behind us.

We have this military-grade GPS system

that we got from the spy shop.

Just in case, in the unlikely event that

one of us gets separated from the group,

we also all have these.

[air horn]

F***! Would you warn me next time?

I'm wearing f***ing headphones.

- Sorry.

- Jesus!

I think it's safe to say we're

definitely prepared for the worst.

Yewawwwwwhhhh!

This is the very bathtub where T.C. Gibson,

a.k.a. actor Merwin Mondesor lost his life.

We will now attempt to communicate with the

spirit world in hopes of reaching Merwin.

I'm going to record an EVP.

If the spirit of Merwin Mondesor

is here with us now, speak freely.

Don't be afraid. I'm sure your wife and

your daughter would love to hear from you.

RECORDING:
If the spirit of Merwin Mondesor

is here with us now, speak freely.

Don't be afraid. I'm sure your wife and

your daughter would love to hear from you.

Sweet.

F*** off, Trevor.

If there are any spirits with

us right now, speak freely.

Give us a sign.

Make a noise.

Create a cold spot.

Jared, get the thermal camera on, ah...

Oh, oh yeah.

Okay, yup.

Cool!

Dude!

What the f***!

There's like a weird mist behind Trevor.

- What do you mean...there's a weird mist behind me? What is it?

- Just let me see what it...

- What?

- Yes, I told you. This was real.

- What is it?

- Ewwh!

Aw, Trevor, you farted!

It f***ing reeks!

Awwwwh.

Is the thermal cam picking that up?

- Yeah.

- Seriously?

Keep rolling, keep rolling.

Ewwww!

You did.

You did it.

You're an animal.

That's really immature.

That's awesome!

It's so cool...

This is the very tunnel that Sean Rogerson spent

his final moments alive, deranged and suffering

from starvation.

As you walk deeper down these tunnels, it's

almost as if you're walking deeper and deeper

into the depths of madness.

Literally, the tension is

building...with every step.

Are you serious?

That's a bit much.

What's a bit much?

- Deep in the depths of madness?

- Well you've gotta inject drama into things. You win awards with that kind of sh*t.

Yeah, you're gonna win a Razzy...

F***in' gross, you guys, look.

Eww.

- Jared, Jared, cover this.

- Yeah, man.

Seriously, what does this?

What leaves a half-eaten rat on the ground?

That's disgusting.

Its says, meet in the room at

the West end of the tunnels.

Doesn't really get anymore

West end than this.

Time is it?

Three twenty-five.

Maybe he's running late.

F***, no.

He bailed on us.

Without him we have nothing.

This whole project is a disaster.

F***!

What is this?

Hell, no way!

This is a spirit board.

A what?

You put your hand on the piece with somebody, and

you try and get spirits to move the letters.

C'mon, we should play it!

This is never gonna work.

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