Floridian paranormal investigators have to deal with more than the fact that they’re from Florida when they investigate some local areas of infamy. The so-called “Spirit Box” gets abused as a bunch of awkward people with nothing better to do look to make a connection with the past. “Intense” music and cuts to “spooky” images you’d find in a goth high-schooler’s search history are thrown in while grown-ass men talk to a speaker spewing distorted noises. There’s a psychic who talks about a train accident, some white dude who rambles on about cliffs being cursed, a criminal justice professional who straggles behind and makes some pretty big assumptions about a discarded pitchfork possibly left behind for city workers to use but “most likely” a murder weapon because that’s way more interesting than facts. It’s pretty much every ghost hunting show you’ve ever seen but without the charm or production budget.
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