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I don't know, probably half

an hour. Does that work?

OK.

Speak then.

Oh, crap.

I'm gonna get you, you little brat!

The answer is still no.

Oh, my God, Ally has one

and Maddie has one.

I'm the only kid in my

class without a phone.

That is terrible.

Thanks for nothing, Marie.

Oh!

I'm going to run out and get one

for you right now, daughter,

love of my life, fruit of my loins.

Well, I wish I'd been a pineapple.

Hey kids, do me a favor and don't ever

chew your nails like your father.

- It's gross.

- Hey, Dad?

OK... He's Dad. I'm Marie.

Who was that lady in

your office today?

Yeah, Dad, who was that

lady in your office today?

What lady?

I don't know. Just some lady.

I don't know.

It looks so small.

- Go on, Dog.

- You named your dog, Dog?

No. He doesn't have a name.

Are you OK?

Oh, of course.

You haven't been here since...

Why don't you look around?

The house just sat on the market

while I was in the foster system.

Released to me when I turned 18.

I was the only homeowner in the

freshman dorms when I started school.

I'm thinking we should

try and sell it, though.

You know, after.

So will you help me with

something before you go?

How the hell did you expect to

get this thing in here yourself?

To be honest, I didn't.

I always thought

it'd be both of us.

Over here for now.

OK.

What's that?

Yacht anchor. Kill switch.

So, uh...

I understand if you

don't want to stay.

I accept that, but I

got to get started.

I'll stay for a little bit.

Excuse me.

Hello. My name is

Kaylie Ann Russell.

I'm 23 years old.

I'm with my brother,

Timothy Alan Russell.

Alan, of course, after his father.

He's...

He's 21 years old.

It's 4:
15pm on October 13th,

and we are at 2705 Hawthorne Way.

I'll begin by detailing my precautions

before I place and uncover the glass.

There are three cameras, each on

its own independent power circuit,

so if any anomalies occur, there

can be a lucid, objective record.

I have private land lines for today's

experiment, along with my cell phone.

And I will now ask my

brother for his phone,

so that I can control

all electronic devices.

I just got this, you know.

Thanks, Timbo.

This alarm is set to go

off every 45 minutes

to remind me to change the

tapes in the cameras.

This alarm is set to go off

hourly to remind us to eat.

And we're fully stocked on

water to prevent dehydration.

Now, as for the house itself...

each room is fitted with

its own thermostat,

from which data is collected by

software designed to track and record

temperature fluctuations

in hospitals.

Any temperature changes greater than

five degrees in either direction

will set off an alarm.

A third precaution

is also in place,

but I'll get into that

in a few more minutes.

So...

The purpose of today's experiment

is to prove that the object

behind me, the Lasser Glass,

is home to an observable,

predictable supernatural force.

There's no scientific equivalent

for the word "haunted,"

so we'll just say this object is

responsible for at least 45 deaths

in the four centuries of

its recorded existence...

Can I just stop you for a second?

Don't ever turn off a camera.

Sorry.

The origin of the Lasser

Glass is unknown,

so I can't provide a

complete history,

but the trail starts

in London in 1754.

Philip Lasser, the 17th

Earl of Leicester,

acquired the mirror and hung

it over his fireplace, and...

Another precaution.

Hi, sweetie. How are you?

Well, I'm checking in,

uh, as requested.

- You all right?

- Everything's fine.

I know this is silly to ask, but

could you try to call on the hour?

It's about seven past.

- Uh... Sure.

- I'll talk to you in 53 minutes.

And I love you.

I'm expecting regular calls

from my fiance, Michael Dumont.

I told him I'm nervous to be

spending time with my recently

un-incarcerated brother,

with instructions...

- to notify the authorities immediately

- Wow.

if I do not answer the phone.

- In the room.

- Nothing personal.

So, in 1755, Philip Lasser was

found in their grand fireplace.

Burned beyond recognition.

While his estate was dismantled

and scattered throughout

southern England,

one of the family's stewards claimed

to see Philip reflected in the mirror.

An allegation apparently taken

seriously enough to warrant

a Church investigation

into the house.

The glass, thereafter known

as the Lasser Glass,

is sold in public auction in 1758.

The next known owner is an

American rail road tycoon,

named Robert Clancy, 1864.

Clancy apparently weighed

over 300 pounds.

In fact, while attending

university in Connecticut,

he was known as the

South Windham Whale.

He hung the glass in his

ballroom in Atlanta.

Later that year, Robert

Clancy is photographed

by a local newspaper and, uh...

Well, he's dropped a few pounds.

His obit was printed a few weeks later.

Doesn't list a cause of death.

Unfortunately, he and his

estate and the glass

are presumably destroyed in Sherman's

march to the ocean in 1865.

And after that, the glass is lost.

Until it resurfaces in

turn-of-the-century New England.

The next case of note

is Mary O'Connor, 1904.

She hung the mirror in

her private bathroom.

Two weeks later, her niece Beatrice

finds Mary dead in the bathtub.

Now, the official coroner's report lists

the cause of death as, get this...

dehydration.

The woman died of thirst while soaking

in a full tub for three days.

The next case of note is Alice Carden

in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, 1943.

Neighbors reported hearing screams

and loud bangs from the house.

The police found the children

drowned in a locked cistern.

Alice herself was in the nursery,

and both of her legs are

completely shattered.

Her left arm is broken in four places,

and six of her ribs are crushed.

In her right hand is a large hammer she's

been using to break her own bones.

They find her just as she's

going to work on her skull.

Her right arm, though,

is completely unharmed.

Because she needed it.

To wield the hammer.

Alice later says she believed she was

tucking the children into their beds

as she sealed them

into the cistern.

She never recovers

from her injuries.

And, oh, the family kept

several dogs at the farm,

including an Australian

shepherd for the children.

Let's eat.

Who exactly are you talking to?

On those tapes?

All the people who stared, pointed.

The kids at school who

always found out.

I guess I'm talking to everyone

who ever called Dad a murderer.

Called you a murderer.

Look, Kaylie, we were just kids.

We made up a scary story so we

wouldn't have to accept the fact

that our father was

a murderer. He was.

He was a sick man who

tortured and killed our...

You can call me crazy all you like.

But you're not allowed to

talk about him that way.

Tobin Capp, 1955. Starved to

death in his own bedroom.

The mirror was hung over his dresser.

He had a pet Dalmatian.

1965, California.

The mirror hangs in the lobby of

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