Turner is back and he’s reluctantly returning to the Lightfoot house after a helpful police officer lets him take a look at the letter James Lightfoot (aka The Lightfoot Killer and no relation to Gordon) had left behind following his suicide. The letter is a cipher which supposedly reveals the final resting place of his first victim. So back to the Florida property and back to getting freaked out by all the spooky shit that horrifies the fuck out of him. He captures some unsettling footage (a bit more disturbing than the stuff he’s caught in the past) and starts thinking his inexperience in the unknown may have him playing with fire. There’s a few cinematic flourishes rolled into the prelude but they’re fortunately kept far from the “investigation” to keep things nice and creepy. Terri makes a welcome appearance, there’s a modified Speak & Spell for spectral communication, a close encounter with a... well, it may be a phantom blow-up doll and Turner’s personal life begins to fall apart thanks to his obsession.
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