The Possession Experiment Page #2

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that this happened

during an exorcism.

Uh, we submitted a request

to the local police department

to further review,

um, the crime scene,

and if there was a recording,

to find out

exactly what happened.

Hey, this car

is f***ing shitty.

I know, dude.

What do the chicks say,

man?

Actually, dude...

Your mom, she loved it.

She was here last night,

she was like,

"ooh! Call me

Clay's mom, yeah."

And I was like,

"do you want me

to clean that up?"

F***er...

F***er, shut the f*** up.

You are disgusting, man.

That's f***ing...

You know, all jokes aside,

you'd probably be

slaying p*ssy left and right

if you weren't

such a f***ing dork.

What's your deal, man?

I've had girlfriends, dude.

I just can't seem to find

a chick who gets me.

Aw, Brandon...

I hate you.

That's touching, man.

Why do you even ask me

an awkward question

like that?

No. I got to

ask you a question though.

Does that really prevent you

from letting them

get your dick?

You need to get laid,

my friend.

I f***ing hate you.

All right, we're here, dude.

Give me the gopro,

and stop talking sh*t

before I smack

you in the face.

Why are we here again?

We're getting the evidence.

You coming?

Oh, you know what, man,

cops and I don't really see

eye to eye on a few things.

So, I'm going to just

chill here in the car...

I'll do all the work

like I always do. It's fine.

Well, hurry up,

because I want to go

get some food,

some tacos or something.

Hey, officer, what's up?

Hi.

Uh...

I called in earlier

about viewing some evidence

on a closed case.

My name

is Brandon Jensen...

Jensen.

Yeah.

Yeah, hold on one second.

Here we go.

All righty, uh...

Awesome.

This is for you.

Sign this,

and it's all yours.

Now, not that

it's any of

my business or anything,

but, uh,

that's a pretty old

case file.

Uh, school project,

actually.

This is great.

Thanks a lot.

F***! God damn it, man!

Oh! F***! F***!

God damn it!

Sh*t, man.

Dude, take that.

There's a tape in there.

Evidence.

We need to go back

to my mom's house. Cool?

Is there food?

Yes, there's food.

Then I am down.

Computer's over here. Vcr.

Pull up a chair, bro.

You've got nothing

interesting in your house.

Will you stop

playing with sh*t?

And here we go.

The subject,

since our last session

two days ago,

has obtained a nail file...

Sh*t.

Tracy?

What the f*** was that?

Hey, man, why do you think

the tape just

cut out like that?

You do all that

video editing sh*t.

Why would it just cut out?

Seriously, I mean...

What are you doing?

Why are you pulling over?

I want to go there.

Okay. For the record,

I am violently

opposed to this idea.

All right,

then I'll take you back

and I'll go there myself.

Brandon, do you not see

what a terrible

f***ing idea this is?

Are you serious right now?

All right.

You're f***ing crazy,

you know that, right?

Yes.

So, am I taking you

back to your place?

Or are you coming with?

You know, here's the thing.

I have this misled sense

of f***ing moral obligation

to make sure you don't

f***ing kill yourself.

I'll go. I'll go.

That's why I love you, Clay.

Jesus Christ.

That's why I love you.

Dude,

we're totally lost.

No, no, no.

This is the house.

This is the house?

This is it.

Dude, this is incredible.

Can this not

be the house?

This is huge.

Did you

say incredible?

Yes.

Your definition

of incredible

and my definition

of incredible

are very different, bro.

All right, Clay,

talk to the audience.

Well, audience, uh,

this day's gone great,

and it just

keeps on getting better,

as you can see.

I got this.

It's locked.

Too bad, man.

Stop. Stop.

Hold the camera.

I got this.

I'm going to try

to break this thing down.

Yeah.

I'm out of here.

Clay.

Are you serious?

- All right, can we go now?

- No.

We got to go

check upstairs.

No, we don't.

I'm with you.

You're going to be fine.

It looks like

an elevator shaft.

What the f***?

Dude,

do we really have to go

into every single room?

Yes.

Dude, there are

spikes on the walls.

Whatever

you say, man.

Don't whatever me.

All right,

that was every room, right?

We haven't been

in the basement.

There is no basement.

I don't know,

I thought I saw something.

Clay.

Why are there chains

hanging from the ceiling?

I don't know.

I don't know.

This whole place

is weird.

Oh, my god!

Holy sh*t!

What the f*** was that?

There's someone...

There's f***ing

someone in here.

Let's get the f***

out of here.

It might have been

a reflection of a light.

Reflection, my ass!

There's someone

in here, Brandon.

Relax. Relax.

Look around. Are you good?

Are you good?

Yeah, can we leave now?

We don't even know

why the f*** we're down here.

Why are you whispering?

Why are you

not whispering?

I really need to lower

my intake on thc.

I make poor choices.

Brandon, don't touch that.

What is that?

It looks like

i don't care what it is.

Let's go.

No. No, seriously.

Hold this.

Why?

Just hold it.

God.

There's...

There's, like,

a hole in the boards.

Okay.

No, seriously,

I think I see something.

Dude, there's something

back there.

Yo, give me a light.

Give me a light.

Oh, yeah.

Hold on, man, I got you.

Here you go.

A lighter? Really?

I'm keeping

the flashlight.

F***.

Brandon! Brandon!

F*** you, man!

F***!

I'm out of here.

Hold on.

There's something in here.

Dude. Chill.

Let's get out of here.

Come on.

All right.

Jesus, Brandon.

You've gone from

dude with a little too

much time on his hands

to full-on

f***ing weirdo, man.

This is bad.

That is bad sh*t.

For this project,

what if we could prove

that possession was real?

What if we could

factually prove

that exorcism had

some sort of real-life basis?

Where do we come from?

Is there a god?

If there is a god,

is there a devil?

If there is a devil,

do demons exist?

If demons exist,

can they somehow inhabit

or disrupt

the lives of the living?

Brandon, man,

you're a cool guy,

all right?

But how is this

supposed to work?

I mean,

after the project is over,

what are you even

going to do?

What happens to you?

I don't know, dude.

I just... I want to know

if something will happen.

Something's already

f***ing happened, man.

I don't even know

what I believe anymore.

But this tape?

This tape is real.

We saw this

with our own eyes.

I don't want to

f*** with any of this.

All right?

This is why,

I, Brandon Jensen,

in correlation

with this project,

have decided

to use fundme.Com

to help raise money

with the hopes

of conjuring a demon

into my body

and scientifically documenting

the medical effects

it has on me.

I know that

this may be controversial

to some people.

But I assure you

that I am

a willing participant

and am of sound mind, and...

Just think

what this would mean

for the paranormal community

to actually

finally get respect

in the eyes

of the scientific community.

If we could get actual proof

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