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Carter Simms is a well-respected ghost hunter who gets in over her head when she takes part in a three-night investigation inside a house with a blood-drenched past. The 5,000 dollar pay day just doesn’t seem worth it when the evil residing within the walls begins to manifest. A cameraman, a weird church representative the homeowner has hired and a journalist are dragged down with her as everything goes to hell in a hand basket. The church lady is obviously hiding something and the flashbacks to the family murder from a few years back are incredibly intrusive and annoying. Cold spots get everything rolling and an abundance of night vision does it’s damndest to creep you out. The ghosts talk in reverse and it’s pretty damn hilarious. There’s a baby drowned in a tub, motor-mouthed narration, stiff acting, a whole lotta talkin’, line delivery on the opposite side of talent, spontaneous menstruation, surprise nudity, peaking specters, sexual perversions and a religious-themed helmet that belongs in hell. It’s mostly boring with minor touches of interest and it runs way too long. At least it tries to bring something a little different to the table.
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