The Possession Experiment Page #5

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if we didn't get

this on film.

Come on.

Fine. Um...

We're here

looking for Brandon.

Something's happened.

And it appears

that maybe

he is actually possessed.

Brandon's mother has,

unfortunately,

just taken her own life.

And now,

Brandon is not right.

We are at the west end,

on campus,

we're at Brandon's dorm now

looking for him.

We have to find him.

We have to stop him

from doing something else,

something worse.

Hey, bro,

you got a light?

Oh...

Sh*t.

Is that him?

Stay in the car, leda.

Brandon, you okay?

Brandon.

Brandon. Sh*t.

What do we do?

What do we do?

Get him back...

Get him back to

the f***ing house?

I don't know.

Okay.

Jesus Christ,

get his legs or something.

We need to find someone,

like, now.

Who are we

going to find, leda?

He's awake.

Brandon?

Brandon, are you okay?

F***.

I have to go upload this

so we can get

some f***ing help.

I should call his dad.

You need to leave.

Hey, detective,

the Vic had guts.

Where's the rest

of the stuff?

The body appears

to have been dragged.

In there.

What time did you

find the body?

Around 3:
00 A.M.

a janitor found him.

Okay. Awesome.

Yeah.

Yeah, 9:
00 P.M.

We'll be there.

Okay, thank you so much.

So?

So, that was

the spiritualist.

He said he's willing

to perform the ritual for us.

Thank god.

But he said

it has to happen

where it originally did.

F***, no.

So, we just have to get him

in the car somehow.

And we just have to

go back to the house.

Leda. We cannot

o back there.

There is no way

we're going back there.

Clay, we have to

help Brandon.

F***.

He's our friend.

This is why

he wanted help

in the first place.

He's a good guy, Clay.

You know that.

So what, now we're worried

about our morals?

F***. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, leda.

I'm f***in' scared.

I know.

Well, I got to make

an announcement

on the website.

I mean, people are

going to want to

see this sh*t.

I don't know,

that seems a little bit...

F***ed up? Yeah,

it is f***ed up. I mean...

Yeah.

Jesus, leda,

look what he's gone...

Look what

he's gone through, leda.

Who are we to stop him?

F***.

I'm trying to

help you, man.

Yeah, this is Garcia.

I need an ip address

traced immediately.

Hi.

You're the spiritualist?

I'm leda.

Thank you for coming

on such short notice.

That's... that's Brandon.

You can follow us

to the house.

Okay.

All right.

Everybody ready to stream?

I'm here to help you.

I knew your mother.

Get off of me!

My rod is a thrust.

The penetration of my venom

shall shatter

the sanctity of that mind

which is barren of lust.

Memories are inflamed.

Drink up the nectar

for my eager pouch...

Hail Satan.

And as the seed

that's fallen,

so shall its

makers be sprang...

Hail Satan.

...into that reeling brain,

into helplessness,

according to my will.

In the name

of the great god, pan,

may my thoughts be marshaled

into the movements

of the flesh.

Hail Satan!

Hail Satan.

Hail Satan.

Hail Satan. Hail Satan.

Hail Satan.

Hail Satan. Hail Satan.

Hail Satan.

Hail Satan.

Continuing your work,

are we?

You are now free

to do thy work.

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing?

Don't untie him!

Get back! Get back!

Brandon! Brandon,

what are you doing?

Brandon.

Oh, my god!

Brandon, my son!

Brandon. Brandon, stop!

Brandon! God!

Son, I'm sorry.

God forgive me!

I am not your son!

No. Brandon, no.

Brandon, no, please.

Brandon...

Please don't!

Jesus Christ! That's leda!

You see what you're doing?

What the f***, man?

What's wrong with you?

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Oh, my god...

Shut up!

Put your hands up,

god damn it! Freeze!

Hands up!

Police! Hands up!

Freeze,

god damn it! Freeze!

Put your hands in the air!

Hands up, god damn it!

Hands in the air!

Put your hands in the air,

motherf***er!

Put the gun down!

What are you doing?

I'm not doing it!

Put the gun down!

I'm not doing...

Holster your weapon!

Hey... hey, Brandon.

Come on, buddy.

Let her go.

Brandon, please!

Come on,

you're just sick, man,

I can help you.

Let me help you.

Brandon...

Come on, Brandon.

Don't make me shoot you.

Brandon. Brandon,

don't make me shoot you!

Brandon!

Oh, god.

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