[CLOCK CHIMES]
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[CHILDREN'S VOICES ECHO]
[GEARS TICK]
[ECHOES OF CHILDREN PLAYING]
[SNARLING]
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[METER TICKING]
[QUIETLY]: THE SPIRIT THAT HAUNTS THE HOTEL
IS MOST OFTEN SEEN HERE,
ON THE GRAND STAIRCASE.
[METER CLICKING]
[RADIO SOUNDS PHASE IN AND OUT]
HOLD ON, I'M GETTING SOMETHING.
COULD BE E.V.P.
ELECTRONIC VOICE PHENOMENON.
THAT'S WHEN OUR HIGH SENSITIVITY MICS
PICK UP OTHERWORLDLY COMMUNICATIONS.
I THINK WE'VE MADE CONTACT.
LOOK!
THIS IS PAINFULLY PHONY.
HOW CAN YOU GUYS WATCH THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE?
HEY, TURN IT BACK ON.
DUDE, IT WAS GETTING INTENSE.
OKAY, I KNOW MY SISTER'S A SUCKER,
BUT, SEAN, BUDDY, YOU CAN TELL THIS SHOW'S A HOAX, RIGHT?
I-I DON'T KNOW.
THEY HAD A SWEET TECH SET-UP TO FIND EVIDENCE.
OKAY, WHAT EVIDENCE?
THE STATIC ON THE TAPE RECORDER?
OR THE ROCKING CHAIR GAG?
TOTALLY RIGGED.
NO, TEDDY, THAT SHOW'S LEGIT.
OKAY, I COULD FAKE A GHOST HUNTING TV SHOW
BETTER THAN THAT, NO SWEAT.
WE COULD RIG SOME SCARY STUFF, RIGHT, SEAN?
"WE"?
YEAH.
I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU DO IT.
FINE, I'LL EVEN POST IT ON THE INTERNET,
SO I CAN SEE HOW MANY CHUMPS ARE OUT THERE
JUST LIKE YOU.
LET'S SEE WHAT ELSE IS ON.
"GHOST GRABBERS," REALLY?
YEAH, CATCHY, HUH?
I'LL GET TONS OF HITS.
WANT TO BE IN IT?
I'M JUST COMING
TO MAKE SURE YOU DON'T WRECK DAD'S CAMERA.
[MOCKING] "JUST COMING TO MAKE SURE
YOU DON'T WRECK DAD'S CAMERA..."
OKAY, SO,
I HOOKED US UP WITH AN AUDIO RECORDER,
AND A VERY COOL PARABOLIC MIC.
SWEET.
YOU'VE BEEN ASSIMILATED.
BE PROUD.
WHAT?
SO, WHERE ARE WE DOING THIS?
MAPLE GLEN ASYLUM...
EPIC.
YEAH, I WIKI'D IT,
FOUND OUT ALL KINDS OF COOL STUFF.
LIKE IT'S ANCIENT AND DISGUSTING?
LET'S GO.
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
SERIOUSLY, GUYS, I DON'T THINK SO.
FINE.
STAY HERE.
ALONE.
OKAY, WAIT UP.
[QUIETLY]: THIS IS MAPLE GLEN ASYLUM.
A HOSPITAL THAT USED TO TREAT MENTAL PATIENTS
TILL A FIRE CLOSED IT DOWN 60 YEARS AGO.
THE FLAMES STARTED WHEN PATIENTS WERE IN BED,
SO SEVERAL DIED,
INCLUDING DR. STURGESS,
WHO RAN THE PLACE.
GUYS, THIS IS SCARY.
I'M FEELING SOME CHILLS, GETTING A BAD VIBE.
I HOPE THE GHOSTS AREN'T HOSTILE.
HOW'D THAT LOOK?
LIKE A LAME HALLOWEEN MASK,
SAME AS THE LAST THREE TIMES.
SORRY, DUDE.
KIND OF A FAIL.
NO WAY, LET ME SEE THAT.
YEAH, YOU GUYS ARE RIGHT, THAT WASN'T SPOOKY AT ALL.
LET'S GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE.
WE COULD TRY THIS ROOM,
EVEN THOUGH IT'S KIND OF CREEPY 'CAUSE SOME GUY DIED IN HERE.
[SUDDEN CLATTERING]
WHOA! IS THIS FOR REAL?
OW!
I PINCHED MY FINGER.
DUDE... SEAN, REALLY,
YOU RUINED IT, MAN.
STILL DOESN'T LOOK LIKE THE STUFF ON TV.
WELL, HOPEFULLY NOT,
'CAUSE OURS IS MUCH COOLER.
THAT COULD BE HARDCORE.
HEY...
IN HERE.
OPEN IT.
[DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN]
SICK.
LOOK OUT.
STURGESS HAD SOME CREEPY, OLD-FASHIONED DOCTOR TOOLS.
HEY, HERE'S THE DUDE, HIMSELF.
IT'S CREEPY.
[GURNEY SQUEAKS]
SEAN, CHECK THIS OUT.
DUDE, I SHOULD RECORD THIS.
LOOKS LIKE PATIENTS WEREN'T TOO EAGER TO BE IN HERE.
I DON'T BLAME 'EM.
"9:15, FEMALE SUBJECT GIVEN ELECTRICAL THERAPY..."
"9:42, PRE-FRONTAL CORTEX EXCISION."
IT'S HORRIBLE WHAT THEY DID TO THE PATIENTS IN THE OLD DAYS.
THAT POOR GUY.
PROBABLY NEVER GOT A DATE AGAIN.
TEDDY...
[CHUCKLING]
GUYS...
I'M GETTING SOME AUDIO.
SEAN, CAN YOU JUST, LIKE, SAVE THAT BIT FOR LATER?
BECAUSE THE CAMERA'S NOT EVEN ON--
LOOK, I'M SERIOUS.
COME ON.
GUYS, COME ON.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
OKAY, YOU GUYS GOT TO LISTEN.
[CLICKS TAPE ON]
[STATIC CRACKLING]
[SQUEAK OF GURNEY AUDIBLE OVER PLAYBACK]
MAYBE IT'S E.V.P.
[CLICKS TAPE OFF]
YOU KNOW THAT'S A MADE-UP TERM, RIGHT?
SHH! PLAY IT AGAIN,
LOUDER.
[CLICKS TAPE ON]
[SILENCE]
COME ON...
THAT'S WEIRD.
MY BATTERIES DIED.
YEAH, SO, JUST CHANGE THEM--
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.
SPIRITS NEED ENERGY.
SUPPOSEDLY, THEY CAN TAKE IT FROM BATTERIES.
YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M OUT OF HERE.
WAIT, HALEY, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
THERE'S NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF.
[WHEELCHAIR SQUEAKING]
THIS PLACE IS A MAZE.
HALEY, CHILL, OKAY?
NO, THIS IS WRONG.
FAKING A GHOST HUNT?
YOU'RE MOCKING THE DEAD.
LOOK, IF THERE ARE GHOSTS,
AND THEY'RE DUMB ENOUGH TO STICK AROUND
A DUMP LIKE THIS,
THEY DESERVE TO BE MOCKED.
WHICH WAY IS THE ENTRANCE?
I'D EVEN SETTLE FOR A WINDOW.
[LATCH RATTLES SECURELY]
AH...
SORRY, LOCKED TIGHT.
WHAT IS THIS PLACE?
FROM THE LOOKS OF THAT SCHEDULE,
I'D GUESS A PATIENT LOUNGE.
HARSH IRONY--
A CUCKOO CLOCK.
IN AN ASYLUM?
NOTHING?
YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE COOL?
IF WE, UH,
IF WE SHOT A WHEELCHAIR
ROLLING THROUGH HERE ALL BY ITSELF,
RIGHT AROUND THAT CORNER?
WOULDN'T THAT BE SICK?
SEAN, FIND ME A WHEELCHAIR.
OKAY.
FLASHLIGHT?
WHAT? OKAY, WE'LL DO THIS ONE LAST BIT
AND THEN GO.
HAPPY?
NOT REALLY.
[DISTANT CREAKING]
AW, COME ON...
THE FIRE DIDN'T MAKE IT TO THIS ROOM.
WHAT?
NO SMOKE DAMAGE, NO BURNED JUNK...
[WHEELCHAIR SQUEAKING]
IF THE PATIENTS HAD COME IN HERE,
SO MANY WOULDN'T HAVE DIED.
MUST HAVE BEEN ASLEEP.
HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE SEAN TO FIND A WHEELCHAIR?
JEEZ, SEAN, THANKS FOR SNEAKING UP ON ME.
WHERE'D HE GO?
[GASPS IN FRIGHT]
[TAPPING FLASHLIGHT]
[SCREAMS]
[SNIPS WIRE]
[WHEELCHAIR SQUEAKS]
HEY, CAN YOU STOP PULLING THAT?
I'M NOT TOUCHING IT.
[WHEELCHAIR SQUEAKING]
TEDDY?
[GASPING IN FEAR]
GO! GO!
SEAN!
TEDDY!
[ALL SHOUTING IN TERROR]
[PANTING AND GASPING]
ARE YOU GUYS OKAY?
AN OLD LADY!
GUYS?
[SCREAMING]
YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS YET?
[SCREAMING]
[DOOR SLAMS]
[DOORKNOB RATTLES USELESSLY]
COME ON...
WE'RE TRAPPED.
MY BATTERY'S DEAD, I CAN'T CALL 911!
MINE, TOO.
MUST'VE BEEN THE GHOSTS.
THIS IS YOUR FAULT.
WHAT?
YOU MADE FUN OF THEM AND NOW THEY'RE MAD.
NO WAY!
WELL, WHAT DO THEY WANT?
I DON'T KNOW!
MAYBE THEY ALREADY TOLD US.
THE E.V.P. RECORDING FROM EARLIER.
[BATTERIES CLICK INTO PLACE]
[CLICKS TAPE RECORDER ON]
[STATIC CRACKLES]
[FAINT WHISPER]
ARE THEY SAYING "GET OUT"?
IF THE GHOSTS WANT US OUT,
THEN WHY ARE THEY TRAPPING US IN?
I'M NOT STICKING AROUND TO FIND OUT.
[PLIERS SNIP]
WHAT IF THEY'RE STILL OUT THERE?
THE COAST IS CLEAR, COME ON.
DAD'S CAMERA!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
[WHEELCHAIR SQUEAKING]
[CLOCK HANDS TICK]
[CLOCK CHIMES]
[GEAR TICKS, SPRING RELEASES]
[CUCKOO STARTS CHIMING]
[DOORS SLAMMING DISTANTLY]
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
I THINK THEY'RE GOING TO THEIR ROOMS.
[DOORS SLAM HEAVILY]
[GURNEY CREAKS]
[CUCKOO CHIME FALLS SILENT]
[WHEELCHAIR SQUEAKING]
[GASPING]
[DOOR SLAMS]
[THEY GASP IN FRIGHT]
"LIGHTS OUT."
ON THE RECORDING, THEY WEREN'T SAYING "GET OUT,"
THEY WERE SAYING "LIGHTS OUT."
WHEN THE GHOSTS LOCKED US IN THAT ROOM,
THEY WEREN'T TRYING TO HURT US.
THEY WERE TRYING TO PROTECT US.
WHY?
WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU'RE NOT IN YOUR ROOM AT "LIGHTS OUT"?
THE FILES I READ.
ALL THE PROCEDURES WERE DONE AFTER 9:00 P.M.
WAIT, SO STURGESS WAS OPERATING ON PATIENTS
WHO VIOLATED "LIGHTS OUT"?
THOSE POOR PEOPLE.
LISTEN!
[DISTANT BANGING]
[GURNEY DRAGS AND CREAKS]
IF THOSE PEOPLE ARE AFRAID OF DOC STURGESS,
AND THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD...
SHOULDN'T WE BE REALLY AFRAID?
[GURNEY BANGS AND SQUEAKS, APPROACHING SLOWLY]
UNBREAKABLE GLASS AND LOCKED WINDOWS?
GREAT.
IT'S NO USE.
WE SHOULD JUST RUN.
NO, SEAN, THIS PLACE IS A MAZE.
WE'LL NEVER FIND THE DOOR BEFORE HE FINDS US.
IS THERE'S NOTHING IN HERE WE CAN USE?
WE'VE GOT TO FIND SOMETHING TO BREAK THAT LOCK.
TEDDY, WAIT, HERE, TAKE THIS.
IT'S THE ONLY ONE THAT WORKS.
BE CAREFUL.
[CREAKING RUSTILY]
[METAL CLICKING IN LOCK]
[RUSTY WHEELS SQUEAKING]
[WHEELS FALL SILENT]
[YELPS IN FEAR]
[SCREAMING]
HELP, YOU GUYS!
YOU GUYS!
[SCREAMING DISTANTLY]
TEDDY... HE'S IN TROUBLE.
HAYLEY, WAIT!
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
IT'S TOO DARK,
WE'LL NEVER FIND HIM.
THE CAMERA.
WHAT?
IT ACTS AS NIGHT VISION GOGGLES.
LOOK AT THAT.
SEE?
OKAY, COME ON.
SLOWLY...
[PANTING IN TERROR]
OH, MY GOD...
[YELPS IN FEAR]
[WHEELS SQUEAKING]
[SCREAMING]
WHERE IS HE?
[BANGING URGENTLY]
GHOSTS! GHOSTS, HELP US FIND MY BROTHER, PLEASE!
HELP US, PLEASE!
HELP US!
[BANGING URGENTLY]
HELP, GHOSTS, PLEASE!
COME ON, GHOSTS, WHERE IS HE?
NOW I KNOW WHY ALL THOSE PATIENTS DIED
IN THEIR ROOMS AFTER "LIGHTS OUT."
THEY WERE MORE AFRAID OF DR. STURGESS THAN A FIRE.
GHOSTS, HELP!
HAYLEY, STOP--
PLEASE, GHOSTS, HELP US FIND MY BROTHER--
HAYLEY, STOP!
THEY WON'T HELP US, THEY CAN'T.
WE HAVE TO DO THIS BY OURSELVES.
COME ON.
[PANTING IN TERROR]
[RUSTY METAL CREAKS]
[GASPS]
[WHEELS SQUEAKING]
[GASPING IN HORROR]
[SCREAMS]
[CLAMPS SNAP SHUT]
[GROANS AND STRUGGLES]
NO, NO...
[SCREAMS]
[SCREAM ECHOING]
DR. STURGESS GOT HIM.
[YELPING IN PANIC]
[SCREAMING]
COME ON.
[SCREAMING]
[SCREAMING ECHOES]
TEDDY?
THAT WAY.
TEDDY? TEDDY, WHERE ARE YOU!
TEDDY!
LET MY BROTHER GO!
HE'S NOT HERE.
THERE.
TEDDY...
TEDDY, THANK GOODNESS.
LIGHTS OUT.
LIGHTS OUT, LIGHTS OUT.
[WHISPERING]: LIGHTS OUT...
LIGHTS OUT, LIGHTS OUT...
OH, COME ON, THAT IS SO FAKE.
WE COULD MAKE ONE WAY BETTER THAN THAT.
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