Jim Milton is a renowned paranormal investigator and has a history of capturing intriguing raw footage with his small crew (a cameraman). We have to believe this because the narrator tells us so in a silly sinister voice. He also lets us know that Jim Milton is making waves in his field. He’s looking into the mysterious death of a young woman who was found deceased next to an old record player. That Midwest mountain of a man, Jim Milton, gets to work attempting to help the deceased woman’s sister who has been experiencing the usual spooky sounds one finds in a house that may be haunted. Most concerning is the sound of the record player playing by itself, a record player that was removed from the property weeks ago. They actually find the damn thing during their investigation and the homeowner swears that it shouldn’t be there. A psychic shows up who has been tracking the paranormal activity and offers to show them what happened. This leads to a wonderful bit of analog terror as the psychic imprint makes it on camera. A standout scene that drops unexpectedly early on. The spooked sister decides to stay away from the house but gives Big Jim the keys to carry on with his investigation. More creepy imprints happen and concern grows as things get intense and several threads are pulled dragging the small team into sinister directions. A very interesting film that takes what could have been a boilerplate found footage paranormal flick and tweaks it into way more rewarding waters while being mindful to the minimal budget. Just think of some blue collar folks doing their damndest to tackle Ringu in spirit while doing their own thing in the cheapest subgenre of filmmaking... so it’s really giving the vibe of an American Kôji Shiraishi flick. If that sounded snotty, I didn’t meant it to… it’s this kind of enthusiasm I fucking love. Also, Jim Milton is my kind of lead, looking like a construction foreman who would take the crew out for beers after a successful day on the site.
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