Private investigator Gareth Morris vanished off the face of the earth in 2018. His final case was an investigation into strange activity taking place in a Sherwood home, enough oddness to get hired on by a concerned neighbor. He hacks into the home’s security systems and records everything. We get to see the compiled footage Gareth had on his computer… the last known proof that Gareth was still in the realm of the living. It’s pretty humdrum as we watch the single man watching the single man going about his normal life. Minimal excitement comes from swaying objects and lamps turning on by themselves. The slow escalation of phantom tomfoolery may not raise the pulse but the matter-of-fact presentation is oddly intriguing. Soon, Gareth’s target (and his lovely cats) isn’t the only one being fucked with and the private investigator has to contend with the supernatural after he digs up a phone he watched the young man bury in the park. He listens to the voicemails saved on the phone and they’re disturbingly a mix of static and a wheezing voice threatening harm. Not good. The creepy phone calls begin coming Gareth’s way and his concern grows. We know none of this is going to end well. Gareth watches the young man seemingly get hurt after he enters his cellar and when he can’t get in touch with the authorities, he makes his way over to lend a hand. We know none of this is going to end well. When the non-threatening attack comes Gareth’s way, he’s unable to exit the house and even when he manages to make it home, he’s still not safe. We know none of this is going to end well. There’s a good amount of dull which is kind of necessary but still impossible to justify in something that’s trying to be entertainment. Gavin Gordon is solid in the lead and if you have never seen a film about a haunting before, you may get some chills. It’s inoffensive, so I guess it has that going for it. Ending blows.
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