The Haunting of Whaley House Page #3

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Okay, guys,

I am getting

increasingly freaked

the f*** 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 tits.

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 murdered.

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*** 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*** 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***ing 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***, 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*** 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?

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