"Tracy?" "Tracy?" "Tracy?" "It's November 14th, 1994, and we are here with father mark Campbell for the 29th session of the exorcism of Tracy crowell." "Tracy, can you hear me?" "Let me go, you catholic pig." "Fucking maggot!" "Uh, the subject, since our last session two days ago, has obtained a nail file, andshehasfiledher teethdownto apoint..." "You might want to get in here and get a closer look at this." "Our father, who art in heaven," " thy kingdom come." " Thy will be done..." "Give us this day our daily bread..." "Asweforgivethose whotrespassagainstus." "When is all this gonna stop?" "She's not getting any better." "He doesn't care about this wretched sow's soul." "He'sjusttired offuckingherfrombehind!" "Demon," "Icommandyou inthenameofJesusChrist, ourlord, to leave the body of this young woman now!" "But, father..." "Her snatch is so much fun." "Your foul words cannot shake us." "Leave her now!" "In the name of the father..." "Theson..." "And the holy spirit!" "Leavethiswomannow !" "What is your name?" "Oh, god." "Jesus." "Oh, Jesus." "Heavenly father, help..." "Help me!" "Oh, my god." "Oh, heavenly father." "Oh, Jesus, help us." "Oh, god!" "Stay away, incarnate!" "What's the matter, father?" "Don't you want to fuck me?" "Fuck me!" "I'm protected by the father, the son and the..." "What you need to understand about the romans is that they didn't think they were doing anything unjust." "Quite the contrary." "Killing christians was praised, encouraged even." "Why, these people even made a sport out of creating torture methods for these martyrs." "Take, for instance, the sweet death." "These victims would be bound to wooden planks with a leather strap, painted with honey, and then boxes of flies or bees would be released to..." "Well, finish the job." "Those who were thought to be possessed were subject to the same treatment." "Now if you'll turn to page 112 in your anatomyofthesacredtext , we will learn that more often than not, the cause of these possessions was more rather epilepsy or some other mental ailment, and not actual demon..." "Well, hell's bells." "Start thinking about your projects." "You can have groups of up to three." "Only three people." "Mr. t, who needs coffee when I get to watch people get tortured all morning." "Well, this side of theology has always been really exciting to study." "A bit of Gore for your thoughts?" "Hey, I'm thinking about doing my final on exorcisms." "You wouldn't happen to have any books on that topic, would you?" "Yeah, I think i have some things that could be of some service to you." "Stop by during my office hours tomorrow, and I'll let you borrow them." "Awesome." "Cool." "All right." "Thanks Mr. t, I'll see you tomorrow." "See you, Brandon." "What up, fag?" "Just working on this piece of shit video." "So, check it." "I've got this chick coming over later." "So, don't be here after 10:00." "If I'm done with my video, i will leave." "Fuck that, dude." "I've been trying to bang this chick forever." "Don't fuck my game up." "Dude, I've been trying to get this video done for forever." "Please do not fuck my game up." "Look, just because your ass never gets pussy, don't stop me from getting it." "And you wonder why you don't have any fucking friends." "Wake up." "You okay?" "Yeah." "Sorry." "I must have fell asleep during my export." "Yeah?" "I'm gonna go for a walk." "That'd be good." "Well, all right." "Hey." "Hey, aren't you that one dude?" "Yeah." "No, man." "You're that..." "Fuck, you're that one guy." "Come on, man, my religion class?" "You're the one that gives a fuck." "Yeah, that's probably me." "Yeah." "So, you know what you're doing for that project yet?" "Exorcisms." "Gnarly." "What about you?" "No, man, I don't do shit in that class." "Didn't he say something about having partners?" "We have three." "Up to three." "Well, you wanna be partners?" "You just told me you don't do any work." "I do mad work." "I don't even know you." "Come on, man, you know what you need?" "You need to get high." "Come on, man, I'll get you high right now." "Right fucking now." "Get to know me, man." "Come on, it'll be fun." "Say yes?" "Come on, man." "All right." "All right, why not." "Awesome." "Hey, I'm Clay." "Brandon." "Awesome." "Good to meet you, buddy." "Come on." "Mr. t." "Brandon." "How are you doing today?" "Good, good." "I actually found a partner for my project." "Excellent." "Who are you working with?" "Uh, Clay." "Clay." "Yeah." "Clay, which one is that?" "The really stoned guy." "He'll be interesting to do an exorcism project with." "Yeah." "This is a really intricate topic of discussion." "Do you know what you're gonna do for the project portion yet?" "I was, uh, thinking about trying to find a priest who's done an exorcism before and interviewing him, making a little documentary, recreating the process, something like that." "Yeah, that's a great idea, Brandon." "I have a list of the closest ones." "I'll e-mail them to you later." "I think it's only one around the region." "You'll just have to see what you find." "Yeah." "Later." "Clay!" "Clay." "Clay, dude." "Clay." "Clay." "Brandon." "What's with the wake-up call, dude?" "Sorry, I just wanted to get at it." "Oh, you need to go get blasted?" "No, no, no, i totally need to get high, but I found out some shit about our project." "Let's go." "All right, man." "Come on." "Yeah, for real, though, we got to do this." "Come on in." "Make yourself at home." "So, what's new in the field of devil worship, man?" "Jesus Christ, fifth time, fifth time, we are studying the ritual of exorcism." "I just found out about a priest out of Richmond." "That's cool, man." "It's not too far away." "Yeah." "But I also found out about this other priest in the area." "He did exorcisms, like, 20 years ago, but he was killed." "That's a bummer, man." "He was killed in the next town over, and I got the address." "Yes, sir, i got the address." "So, hold on, man, wait." "Was the priest killed or what?" "Not just the priest." "Not just the priest." "The husband, the wife, the priest, the priest's assistant..." "Shit." "Everyone except some camera guy and a kid." "Wait, the cameraman lives?" "Yeah." "The cameraman survived." "What do you think they were recording?" "I don't know, but if I had to put money on it..." "Shit." "Right?" "I got to hand it to you, man." "You're good at this project shit." "I know." "I know, you should probably try to help." "Mynameis BrandonJensen, andthisis ClayHarper." "Andwearein professorTucker's introductionto worldreligionclass." "For our final project, we will be investigating the ritual of exorcism." "Uh,weintendon keepinga videoblog ofallof ourfindings." "Andwewish tofurtherinvestigateacrime that happened 20 years ago, which could have been linked to an exorcism gone wrong." "Basedonour preliminaryresearch, wehavediscovered thatamongthevictims, onewasdescribed asbeingacameraman whoactually survivedthemassacre." "This further strengthens our theory that this happened during an exorcism." "Uh,wesubmittedarequest tothelocalpolicedepartment tofurtherreview, um,thecrimescene, andiftherewas arecording, tofindout exactlywhathappened." "Hey,thiscar isfuckingshitty." "Iknow,dude." "What do the chicks say, man?" "Actually, dude..." "Your mom, she loved it." "She was here last night, she was like," ""ooh!" "Call me Clay's mom, yeah."" "And I was like, "do you want me to clean that up?"" "Fucker..." "Fucker, shut the fuck up." "You are disgusting, man." "That's fucking..." "You know, all jokes aside, you'd probably be slaying pussy left and right if you weren't such a fucking dork." "What's your deal, man?" "I've had girlfriends, dude." "I just can't seem to find a chick who gets me." "Aw, Brandon..." "I hate you." "That's touching, man." "Why do you even ask me an awkward question like that?" "No." "I got to ask you a question though." "Does that really prevent you from letting them get your dick?" "You need to get laid, my friend." "I fucking hate you." "All right, we're here, dude." "Give me the gopro, and stop talking shit before I smack you in the face." "Why are we here again?" "We're getting the evidence." "You coming?" "Oh, you know what, man, cops and I don't really see eye to eye on a few things." "So, I'm going to just chill here in the car..." "I'll do all the work like I always do." "It's fine." "Well, hurry up, because I want to go get some food, some tacos or something." "Hey, officer, what's up?" "Hi." "Uh..." "I called in earlier about viewing some evidence on a closed case." "My name is Brandon Jensen..." "Jensen." "Yeah." "Yeah, hold on one second." "Here we go." "All righty, uh..." "Awesome." "This is for you." "Sign this, and it's all yours." "Now, not that it's any of my business or anything, but, uh, that's a pretty old case file." "Uh, school project, actually." "This is great." "Thanks a lot." "Fuck!" "God damn it, man!" "Oh!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "God damn it!" "Shit, man." "Dude, take that." "There's a tape in there." "Evidence." "We need to go back to my mom's house." "Cool?" "Is there food?" "Yes, there's food." "Then I am down." "Computer's over here." "Vcr." "Pullupachair,bro." "You've got nothing interesting in your house." "Will you stop playing with shit?" "And here we go." "Thesubject, sinceourlastsession twodaysago, hasobtainedanailfile ..." "Shit." "Tracy?" "What the fuck was that?" "Hey, man, why do you think the tape just cut out like that?" "You do all that video editing shit." "Why would it just cut out?" "Seriously, I mean..." "What are you doing?" "Why are you pulling over?" "I want to go there." "Okay." "For the record," "I am violently opposed to this idea." "All right, then I'll take you back and I'll go there myself." "Brandon, do you not see what a terrible fucking idea this is?" "Are you serious right now?" "All right." "You're fucking crazy, you know that, right?" "Yes." "So, am I taking you back to your place?" "Or are you coming with?" "You know, here's the thing." "I have this misled sense of fucking moral obligation to make sure you don't fucking kill yourself." "I'll go." "I'll go." "That's why I love you, Clay." "Jesus Christ." "That's why I love you." "Dude, we're totally lost." "No, no, no." "This is the house." "Thisisthehouse?" "Thisisit ." "Dude,thisis incredible." "Canthisnot bethehouse?" "Thisishuge." "Didyou sayincredible?" "Yes." "Yourdefinition ofincredible and my definition of incredible are very different, bro." "All right, Clay, talktotheaudience." "Well,audience,uh , thisday'sgonegreat, anditjust keepsongettingbetter, asyoucansee ." "Igotthis." "It'slocked." "Toobad,man." "Stop." "Stop." "Holdthecamera." "Igotthis." "I'mgoingto try tobreakthisthingdown ." "Yeah." "I'moutof here." "Clay." "Areyouserious?" " All right, can we go now?" " No." "Wegotto go  checkupstairs." "No,wedon't." "I'mwithyou." "You'regoingto be fine." "Itlookslike anelevatorshaft." "Whatthefuck?" "Dude, dowereallyhavetogo  intoeverysingleroom?" "Yes." "Dude,thereare spikesonthewalls." "Whatever you say, man." "Don't whatever me." "Allright, thatwaseveryroom,right?" "Wehaven'tbeen inthebasement." "Thereisno basement." "Idon'tknow, IthoughtIsaw something." "Clay." "Why are there chains hanging from the ceiling?" "I don't know." "I don't know." "This whole place is weird." "Oh, my god!" "Holy shit!" "Whatthefuckwas that?" "There'ssomeone..." "There'sfucking someoneinhere." "Let'sgetthefuck outofhere." "It might have been a reflection of a light." "Reflection, my ass!" "There's someone in here, Brandon." "Relax." "Relax." "Look around." "Are you good?" "Are you good?" "Yeah, can we leave now?" "We don't even know why the fuck we're down here." "Why are you whispering?" "Why are you not whispering?" "I really need to lower my intake on thc." "I make poor choices." "Brandon, don't touch that." "Whatisthat?" "It looks like i don't care what it is." "Let's go." "No." "No, seriously." "Hold this." "Why?" "Just hold it." "God." "There's..." "There's, like, a hole in the boards." "Okay." "No, seriously," "IthinkIsee something." "Dude,there'ssomething backthere." "Yo,giveme alight." "Givemealight." "Oh,yeah." "Holdon,man,Igotyou." "Hereyougo ." "Alighter?" "Really?" "I'mkeeping theflashlight." "Fuck." "Brandon!" "Brandon!" "Fuckyou,man!" "Fuck!" "I'moutof here." "Holdon." "There'ssomethingin here." "Dude." "Chill." "Let's get out of here." "Come on." "All right." "Jesus, Brandon." "You've gone from dude with a little too much time on his hands to full-on fucking weirdo, man." "This is bad." "That is bad shit." "For this project, what if we could prove that possession was real?" "Whatifwe could factuallyprove thatexorcismhad somesortof real-lifebasis?" "Where do we come from?" "Is there a god?" "If there is a god, is there a devil?" "If there is a devil, do demons exist?" "If demons exist, can they somehow inhabit ordisrupt thelivesof theliving?" "Brandon, man, you're a cool guy, all right?" "But how is this supposed to work?" "I mean, after the project is over, what are you even going to do?" "What happens to you?" "I don't know, dude." "I just..." "I want to know if something will happen." "Something's already fucking happened, man." "I don't even know what I believe anymore." "But this tape?" "This tape is real." "We saw this with our own eyes." "I don't want to fuck with any of this." "All right?" "Thisiswhy, I,BrandonJensen, incorrelation withthisproject, withthehopes ofconjuringademon intomybody andscientificallydocumenting themedicaleffects ithason me ." "I know that this may be controversial to some people." "ButI assureyou thatI am awillingparticipant andamof soundmind,and..." "Just think what this would mean for the paranormal community to actually finally get respect in the eyes of the scientific community." "If we could get actual proof that possession is real and that demons are, in fact, real." "Foryour$10donation, Iwillbe  puttingupalivestream ofthisritual whenI performit nextweek foryoualltowatch." "And you will be able to see for yourself what happens." "No parlor tricks, no games." "Everything is going to be real." "How'd that sound?" "Fucking gettysburg address, man." "Do you think people will donate?" "You know, the fucked up thing is, i do." "I mean, even if you don't agree with it, people are gonna want to see that shit." "Will you share it on your Facebook?" "Yeah, whatever." "I gotta roll." "See you later, man." "Shit." "I know this kind of stuff is exciting, some of that might even be my fault, but you don't understand even 1% about what goes on with this." "This kind of stuff, for one reason or another, is very real and it is very dangerous." "You can't just mess around with things you don't understand, Brandon." "Because, guess what?" "Things you don't understand are going to happen." "As your educator," "I respectfully advise against you carrying forth with this portion of the project." "I appreciate your concern, Mr. t." "But I have to finish this." "I'm sorry." "You'rea trendingtopic." "No, seriously, man." "Look." "You and this famous priest guy..." "Samuel Hughes is saying he's publicly condemning you for your hypothetical actions, whatever the fuck that means." "Um..." "Oh, shit, dude." "He's under the impression that you're going to summon the devil..." "Fuck." "And take over the world." "Evening, friends, neighbors, children of god." "I'm deeply troubled here." "You know, we fight all the time to keep the devil out of our community." "And now, I understand that there's a young man over at a college, a boy named Brandon Jensen, who is inviting the devil into his body, into his heart, into his soul, into the house that god made for his soul." "Inside of him!" "All right, we need to hire a medium." "We need a med student, too." "Can you handle that?" "Oh, I got that covered." "Okay." "Check that shit out." "Check that shit out." "She's fucking perfect, man." "Look, her name is lovely leda." "Leda?" "Who gives a shit, man?" "Look at that fucking body." "All right." "Well, message this chick back." "Yeah, yeah..." "See what she has access to, see what we gotta buy." "My fundme page ends tonight." "Looks like we're gonna..." "Jesus, fuck!" "Jesus, fuck!" "Oh, my god. $10,000." "Holy shit." "We had 1,000 people subscribe." "Oh, my god." "I wish buying fucking pot was as popular as getting a $10 ticket to watch someone kill themselves." "Hey, you know what, the hot girl just messaged us, the leda girl, and said she wanted to meet at 5:00." "Score." "Because that means we have time to go get some lunch so you stop stealing my fucking chips, and..." "Get some 420 going." "Dude, Brandon, so this is what happens when you worship the devil." "She is really cute." "You make 10 grand overnight, and hot chicks just throw their medical nerdy knowledge at you." "Hail Satan, man!" "Come on, we should go say hi, man." "What are you so nervous about, man?" "Come on." "No, I'm not." "All right." "Hey." "Hi." "Uh, Brandon." "Yeah." "Leda?" "Yeah." "Uh, that's me." "And, uh, this is Clay." "Really big help so far with everything." "Hi, Clay." "No, thank you." "Um, he told me that you're interested in helping us with what we've got going on?" "Yeah." "We can pay you, and any expenses you've got, we can definitely cover that, too." "Well, I mean, really, I'm just going to be there for simple tests." "We're just gonna monitor your vitals, keep tabs on any personality changes, any appearance differences, you know, easy stuff." "I guess that's all we can really keep an eye on, right?" "Pretty much." "So, what, are we good?" "Are we doing this?" "I'm in." "Yeah." "This will be exciting." "Definitely." "Oh, dude, Brandon, they've got snacks." "All right." "Yeah, he does that." "Um..." "This could get kind of scary." "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yeah." "Yeah?" "I don't know." "My parents always encouraged me to explore every aspect of life." "The prospect of all of this is interesting, to say the least." "I'm excited to see if it happens." "Why would you want to see it?" "Why would you want to be it?" "Good point." "Okay, um..." "Would you be able to maybe get a straitjacket?" "I know it sounds sort of weird, but..." "In case something does possess me," "I want to be contained until we can find a priest or something to exorcise me..." "Yeah," "I mean, i can probably find one." "Yeah?" "Um, have you found a priest yet?" "Oh, about that..." "The church told us to go fuck ourselves..." "Oh!" "...and excommunicated our boy Brandon here." "He's so subtle." "Well..." "Uh, we're just going to have to find someone else." "Are you guys cool with meeting up together and going to the location, say, 9:00, the day after next?" "Yeah, sounds good to me." "Yeah?" "Works for me, man." "I know it's good for you." "Okay, well, i will see you guys then." "All right." "Bye." "Bye, leda." "Shit, man." "Hell yeah." "Come on, let's go get something to eat, man." "Come on." "Thanks for this." "Yeah, no problem." "Just so you know, though, i totally brought salt with me." "Let's go, Clay." "Wait for me, assholes." "Clay, get the Wi-Fi hotspot set up." "In one sec." "Hey, um, I just wanted to take your vitals real quick." "So... nervous?" "Uh, maybe a little." "It's okay." "This is all kind of a little scary, you know, now that we're here." "There's no power in this house." "You do realize what you're about to do, right?" "Somewhat." "I don't like this." "I'm not paying you to like it." "Brandon, we're ready to stream, man." "Goodevening,everyone." "Tonight, we're in the basement of the former residence of Tracy and Richard crowell." "Twentyyearsago, Tracywasbelieved tohavebeenpossessed bysomesortofdemon." "She was undergoing a series of exorcisms being performed by father mark Campbell." "Unfortunately for everyone involved, nobody survived except for their young son and an unidentified cameraman." "It is my desire to use this ouija board, toperformaconjuring, and see if it is scientifically possible to voluntarily possess myself with a demon." "My assistants, Clay Harper and leda Morgan, will be monitoring me to make sure nothing goes wrong." "And our medium, Julie, will be leading the ceremony." "Just put this back." "Yes." "No." "U..." "V..." "W..." "X... y..." "Is anyone here with us?" "If someone else is here, please give us an answer." "Shit." "I guess that's a yes." "Um..." "What's your name?" "M..." "A..." "M..." "A..." "All right, that's creepy." "What are you doing here?" "Tell me what happened to you." "Waiting." "Waiting for what?" "Oh, my god." "Holy shit!" "Damn it." "It's waiting for you, Brandon." "We shouldn't be here." "Where did you get this board?" "We found it in the wall." "Um..." "Why does it matter?" "Were there any symbols?" "There was some writing or something on the wall, I don't know." "What does that mean?" "Jesus Christ." " We shouldn't be here." " No shit." "I'm sorry, I've got to get out of here." "Where are you going?" "Youfuckin' kiddingme?" "Gottogetout ofhere ." "We paid you to stay." "Shit." " Hey!" " Oh, my god." "Yo, Brandon." "Brandon." "If there are any demonic forces present..." "Dude!" "What the fuck, dude?" "I ask you to allow me to be your host body." "Oh my god, that was so fake." "Yes?" "Didyouseeit?" "Yes, I saw." "Isitthesame?" "It's the same." "I'm sure of it." "Get it done." "So, it's been 12 hours since we conducted the conjuring, andI don'tthinkitworked." "There was definitely something down there." "But whatever it was, um, it didn't possess me." "Uh..." "Ledahastakenmyvitals fourtimes inthepast12hours, andnothinghaschanged." "It's crazy to be disappointed that you weren't possessed by a demon." "But something..." "Something was definitely down there." "I know people think what they saw was fake, but..." "It was real, so..." "Checkup time." "I'm pretty sure everything is the same." "Hey, you're not the doctor here." "Well, technically, neither are you." "Hey, come on now, I've risked life and limb to monitor a possessed man." "So, no weirdness at all?" "Mmm-mmm." "Something strange totally happened down there." "Yeah, I know." "Oh, sorry." "But, of course, everyone is accusing us of being a fraud." "Or, at least, that's the trending consensus from all the fuck you's in my inbox." "Hey, massive attention is always going to bring some negative thoughts your way." "Slide your arm through here." "Yeah." "Okay, so, um..." "This is gonna sound a little crazy..." "Brandon, after the past 24 hours," "I doubt that." "Well, I'm almost kind of disappointed that nothing happened." "And that..." "That's insane, right?" "No, it's not crazy." "You wanted to believe that all this is real." "I mean, I get it." "And what better proof in life that good is real than to experience evil firsthand?" "Yeah." "I don't know." "I guess, maybe I just wanted it to happen a little, too." "Yeah." "So, what happens now?" "What's next?" "I don't know." "I, uh, don't really have anything to go on with here." "But I definitely have to go and patch things up with my mom." "She did not take the experiment well at all." "Yeah." "So, uh..." "Do you have to be possessed for us to keep seeing each other?" "I don't think that has to be the rule." "Uh..." "Well... uh..." "This has to be continued." "I hate my life." "I, uh, have a pretty intense exam to study for, so..." "Can I see you tomorrow?" "Bye." "Bye." "Mom?" "Where's dad?" "Working late." "Mom, I'm sorry." "I'm not the one you need to apologize to." "Okay, well, who do I need to apologize to to make this right?" "The lord." "What you did, to try to bring something like that into yourself..." "Why?" "Why would you even play around with something like that?" "Mom, it was an experiment, a failed one at that, for a school project." "It was wrong!" "And not only wrong, but you let the whole world see you doing it." "I love you, honey." "You're my child." "But I can't have you in my house." "Mom." "Just go." "Mom." "Mom." "Just go!" "Come in." "Hey, kiddo." "So, mom hates me." "She doesn't hate you, Brandon." "But she is pretty upset with what's going on." "It seems like the whole world knows what you tried to do." "And I'll be honest with you, son." "I'm sure that you knew this was going to happen." "She told me that she didn't want me to be in the house." "She'll cool down in time." "She's a particular woman." "And to be known as the mother of the kid that tried to possess himself, she doesn't want that." "I think I know why you're interested in all this." "There are some things that I haven't told you." "Your mother wanted to have a baby." "And for whatever reason, that wasn't happening." "So, we decided to go another route." "We're not your birth parents." "I'm not your birth father." "What?" "How are you just now..." "Now?" "Now telling me this?" "No, you're just saying this just to hurt me." "Brandon, I wouldn't do that." "I love you." "No, it's impossible." "I'm not adopted." "Have a seat." "You see, the circumstances which led to us being able to have you were a bit horrific." "What does that even mean?" "This priest that you've been investigating" "was killed at the exorcism of your birth mother." "The video that you've been watching..." "Ishotthat." "Your mother had nothing to do with it." "She had no idea." "Ihavesomething youneedto see." "Frank." "Shit." "Tracy!" "Frank,frank,frank!" "Tracy?" "Whatareyoudoing?" "Tracy?" "God!" "Dad, I'm sorry." "I just have to leave." "Fuck!" "What the fuck?" "Brandon." "Brandon, we need to slow down." "Brandon, stop." "Stop!" "Hello?" "Whoisthis?" "Uh, my name is leda." "I'm friends with Brandon." "Whereishe ?" "CanI talkto him?" "Somethinghas happenedwithhismother." "Uh..." "Tellhimto comehome." "Okay, I can go get him." "Who were you speaking to?" "Uh..." "Your dad called and said that we need to go to your house now." "Okay." "Only family allowed in." "I live here." "Who are you?" "She's with me." "I'm leda Morgan, I'm with him." "Are you immediate family?" "No, but..." "I need you to wait outside." "Dad?" "Brandon!" "Come in, son." "What's happening?" "Have a seat." "I need to tell you something." "Son, your mother's dead." "What?" "Hey, Brandon, how you doing?" "I'm detective Garcia." "I just want to ask you a couple of questions about, you know, what happened to her." "Does it matter?" "What?" "Brandon, your father has a pretty good security system set up, and..." "Just minutes after you left..." "Fuck this!" "Brandon, wait." "Son, he's just trying to help us." "Brandon!" "Shut up!" "Are you all right, mister?" "I'm fine." " Officer." "Brandon!" " Brandon..." "Officer, grab him." "Do not let him go." "Do not let him go." "Hold him." "Just let me talk to him..." "No, no..." "Just let me talk to him." "This guy is dangerous." "Officer, grab him, do not let him go." "Brandon..." "You need to get it together." "Brandon..." "It's too late for that." "Brandon!" "Officer, stop him!" "Freeze!" "Police!" "Freeze!" "Brandon!" " Put your hands up!" " Freeze!" "I don't know." "What do you want me to do when I see you?" "Just come down tonight." "Look, I need youtocomedowntonight." "Hi,Colby." "What?" "What?" "What'shappening,buddy?" "Getoutof my fuckingface, youfuckingfreak." "ButI missedyou." "What a psycho." "What the fuck?" "I thought I told you to stay the fuck away." "You're hurting my feelings, Colby." "The hell is wrong with him?" "You know..." "What should I do?" "I really wish we were closer." "Idon'tknow." "I feel like we haven't gotten to know each other." "Huh?" "I don't know, he's acting..." "He's acting..." "But I want to change that." "You see, I love getting to know people." "Afterall..." "It's what's on the inside." "Shut up, Brittany." "What are you doing?" "Brandon." "Oh,mygod." "Colby..." "Leda." "Come on." "Tell us what's happening." "Do we really have to film this?" "Can't we just go find him?" "Trust me." "He would be pissed if we didn't get this on film." "Comeon." "Fine." "Um..." "We'rehere lookingforBrandon." "Something'shappened." "And it appears that maybe he is actually possessed." "Brandon's mother has, unfortunately, just taken her own life." "Andnow, Brandonisnotright." "Weareat thewestend,  oncampus, we'reatBrandon'sdormnow lookingforhim." "We have to find him." "Wehaveto stophim  fromdoingsomethingelse, somethingworse." "Hey, bro, you got a light?" "Oh..." "Shit." "Is that him?" "Stay in the car, leda." "Brandon, you okay?" "Brandon." "Brandon." "Shit." "What do we do?" "What do we do?" "Get him back..." "Get him back to the fucking house?" "I don't know." "Okay." "Jesus Christ, get his legs or something." "We need to find someone, like, now." "Who are we going to find, leda?" "He's awake." "Brandon?" "Brandon,areyouokay?" "Fuck." "I have to go upload this so we can get some fucking help." "I should call his dad." "You need to leave." "Hey, detective, the Vic had guts." "Where's the rest of the stuff?" "The body appears to have been dragged." "In there." "What time did you find the body?" "Around 3:00 A.M. a janitor found him." "Okay." "Awesome." "Yeah." "Yeah, 9:00 P.M." "We'll be there." "Okay, thank you so much." "So?" "So, that was the spiritualist." "He said he's willing to perform the ritual for us." "Thank god." "But he said it has to happen where it originally did." "Fuck, no." "So, we just have to get him in the car somehow." "And we just have to go back to the house." "Leda." "We cannot o back there." "There is no way we're going back there." "Clay, we have to help Brandon." "Fuck." "He's our friend." "This is why he wanted help in the first place." "He's a good guy, Clay." "You know that." "So what, now we're worried about our morals?" "Fuck." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, leda." "I'm fuckin' scared." "I know." "Well, I got to make an announcement on the website." "I mean, people are going to want to see this shit." "I don't know, that seems a little bit..." "Fucked up?" "Yeah, it is fucked up." "I mean..." "Yeah." "Jesus, leda, look what he's gone..." "Look what he's gone through, leda." "Who are we to stop him?" "Fuck." "I'm trying to help you, man." "Yeah, this is Garcia." "I need an ip address traced immediately." "Hi." "You're the spiritualist?" "I'm leda." "Thank you for coming on such short notice." "That's... that's Brandon." "You can follow us to the house." "Okay." "All right." "Everybody ready to stream?" "I'm here to help you." "I knew your mother." "Get off of me!" "My rod is a thrust." "The penetration of my venom shall shatter the sanctity of that mind which is barren of lust." "Memories are inflamed." "Drink up the nectar for my eager pouch..." "Hail Satan." "And as the seed that's fallen, so shall its makers be sprang..." "Hail Satan." "...into that reeling brain, into helplessness, according to my will." "In the name of the great god, pan, may my thoughts be marshaled into the movements of the flesh." "Hail Satan!" "Hail Satan." "Hail Satan." "Hail Satan." "Hail Satan." "Hail Satan." "Hail Satan." "Hail Satan." "Hail Satan." "Hail Satan." "Continuing your work, are we?" "You are now free to do thy work." "Hey." "Hey, what are you doing?" "Don't untie him!" "Get back!" "Get back!" "Brandon!" "Brandon, what are you doing?" "Brandon." "Oh, my god!" "Brandon, my son!" "Brandon." "Brandon, stop!" "Brandon!" "God!" "Son, I'm sorry." "God forgive me!" "I am not your son!" "No." "Brandon, no." "Brandon, no, please." "Brandon..." "Please don't!" "Jesus Christ!" "That's leda!" "You see what you're doing?" "What the fuck, man?" "What's wrong with you?" "Help!" "Help!" "Help!" "Help!" "Oh, my god..." "Shut up!" "Put your hands up, god damn it!" "Freeze!" "Hands up!" "Police!" "Hands up!" "Freeze, god damn it!" "Freeze!" "Put your hands in the air!" "Hands up, god damn it!" "Hands in the air!" "Put your hands in the air, motherfucker!" "Put the gun down!" "What are you doing?" "I'm not doing it!" "Put the gun down!" "I'm not doing..." "Holster your weapon!" "Hey... hey, Brandon." "Come on, buddy." "Let her go." "Brandon, please!" "Come on, you're just sick, man," "I can help you." "Let me help you." "Brandon..." "Come on, Brandon." "Don't make me shoot you." "Brandon." "Brandon, don't make me shoot you!" "Brandon!" "Oh, god."