The Haunting of Whaley House Page #4

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What the f***

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*** the theory.

They can have this

shitty-ass 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***

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.

Retarded,

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***ing

happening right now.

Just shut up, Craig.

Listen, both of you,

shut up.

What are you doing?

What the f*** 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*** off me.

Are you f***ing crazy?

Don't be an idiot, man.

Give me that f***ing--

What the f***--

Give me the phone!

F*** off, Craig.

This is f***ing

serious, man!

Craig, man,

what are you doing?

Don't you guys

f***ing get it?!

It'll look

like we killed her.

Are you crazy?

Apparently

I'm the only one

processing

the situation

correctly here.

You're such

a f***ing a**hole.

I'm an a**hole?

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*** up, man!

Just trying to help.

F***ing 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***

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-ass ghost

Has to come

and break my sh*t?

Cuz, it's okay.

No, it's not okay.

F*** 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*** you!

Ray, be careful.

They're listening.

Good! I hope

they hear me!

Damn ghosts

can suck my dick.

Come on, ghosts!

Where are you?!

Come on, now.

Bang on a wall now,

motherf***er.

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***ing

see you.

Don't do that.

Here I am.

Come and get me,

motherfuckers!

[Ray panting]

[gasps]

[gags]

Can't breathe.

[rope stretching]

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