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[dramatic music]

- Are you there?

Grandma.

I did something really bad.

But it wasn't my fault. I didn't mean to do it.

I was just so, so angry, and he wanted to hurt me.

I can still feel him touching me.

Grandma, are you there?

[ominous music]

- OK, Rosa, let's try this again.

- Some spirits refuse to move on from this world.

They linger among the living and the dead,

bound by unanswered questions.

Until those questions are answered,

they're trapped in an eternal nightmare.

Welcome to my Ghost Girl channel.

My name is Rosa Gonzalez, and I look for practical answers

to paranormal questions.

Today we will attempt to open the door to the afterlife.

This ritual is called [spanish], which

translates to hand of the dead.

I watched my grandma perform this many times.

She was a bruja blanca, a white witch.

People near her village in Biran, Cuba,

thought she could communicate with the dead.

Let's go inside.

- Are you ready for this?

[somber music]

- To perform this ritual, find a tree

with roots growing into a grave.

The roots act as a conduit to the spirit

whose body is buried there, allowing

you to communicate with them.

This is my grandma, Rosa.

I was named after her.

She died last week.

Loving wife, mother, and grandmother.

And that's my grandpa.

By carving my initials on this tree,

I am opening a door for my grandma's spirit

to communicate with me.

If the ritual works, her initials

should appear next to mine.

Let's try this.

[scraping]

Now we wait.

[bird cawing]

[speaking spanish]

You promised to love me and protect me, and you did.

So just rest.

Gracias.

I will always love him and miss him too.

- Hey Rosie, can we go?

Nothing's happening.

I'm freezing.

- OK.

Take out your phone.

I kept my promise, abuela.

The ritual did not work, but that

doesn't mean you stop trying.

The word impossible only means you

haven't found the possible yet.

I'm Rosa Gonzalez, Ghost Girl.

I'll see you soon, if not in this world,

then in the next one.

Subscribe.

- Off we go.

- How do you know nothing's happening?

- What?

- Things are happening all around us.

Reality is relative.

Are we walking through a graveyard right now,

or are you a figment of my imagination?

[classical music]

- Subtract a negative, you're actually adding.

- Really?

- It's freezing outside.

It's warm in here, though.

- Bonfire party.

Bonfire party.

- Oh my God.

We should go.

- Absolutely not.

- Yes, we need to. - No.

- Oh my God, we're going.

[laughs]

- A little more. - A little more?

OK.

Oh God.

Oh my God, she's a professional dancer.

Oh my gosh, hello.

- That's disgusting.

- Let me just.

- What?

- Talk to them.

- About what?

- I've been thinking about your dwindling fan base.

Rosie, you can be a little uptight.

You need to chill out, let your followers know who you are,

why you started this channel, and why

they should continue watching.

- Everyone, welcome to our room.

This is where me and my annoying roommate Natalie live.

Nat is a freshman.

She got kicked out of her sorority for being weird.

And this is the Parker House, an off campus

residence where the two broke, broke

girls work to pay for school.

- Why don't you tell everyone why you study scary psychology?

- First of all, it's called anomalistic, not scary,

and most people know it as paranormal psychology.

- Go on.

- Paranormal experience can be explained

by psychological factors such as psychosis,

making it hard to distinguish between what's real

and what's not, most often brought on by childhood trauma.

When I was little, I thought I saw a ghost.

- Oh my God.

No, tell the whole story.

The real story.

- I was eight years old.

My grandpa came into the room.

He shook me awake and he told me the house is on fire.

So I ran into the hallway and I saw

smoke coming from their bedroom, and it was filled with smoke.

And my grandpa fell asleep with a lit cigar in his hand.

The bed was on fire.

He was dead.

And I woke up my grandma.

We ran out of the house.

We were both saved.

But to this day, I don't know if I was dreaming

or if my grandpa came back to save us.

It's a question that still haunts me.

- And what does that mean?

- That means the ghost is in your head.

Is that good enough?

- Yeah, that's good.

Maybe it's time to deal with the ghost in your head.

- What do you mean?

- Your grandma's hospice dropped this off three days ago.

It's time to open it.

Oh my gosh.

This is so Grandma Rosa.

When's the last time you went to confession?

- Probably the same time you did, except I

didn't have as much to confess.

I miss her.

- I know.

OK.

I'm going to crash.

I'm really tired.

But are you going to be OK?

- Yeah.

Thank you.

My little Rosa, I miss you.

There are so many things I could not say to you when I was alive.

Maybe I can say them now that I'm dead.

Si, no.

Take this candle.

Light the candle and think of me.

Say my name.

You must say my name.

Ask are you there?

When the candle flame bends to yes, I am with you.

Grandma Rosa, are you there?

Grandma Rosa, are you there?

[speaking spanish]

[ominous music]

Grandma Rosa, are you there?

I have so many questions.

Where are you?

Right.

Yes or no questions.

Are you OK?

Are you in heaven?

You're not in hell, are you?

OK.

OK, that's good.

Can I see you?

Can you see me?

Did you see me when I went to the cemetery today?

Why didn't you carve your initials on the tree?

Was it like being a ghost?

Can you move stuff?

- Cut it out.

- Stop it.

Let her sleep.

Is grandpa with you?

Why?

Why is he not with you?

Where are you?

Where is he?

Is this place in between?

Why can't you move on?

Some spirits refuse to move on from this world.

They linger among the living and the dead,

bound by unanswered questions.

Am I your unanswered question?

Are you worried about me?

Grandma, you don't have to be worried about me.

I'm fine.

Nat.

Wake up.

- Huh? - Come on.

Come on, come on. Let me show you.

- What. - Come on.

Watch.

The candle is going to bend to yes.

Grandma Rosa, are you there?

- I'm going back to bed.

- I would like to review some of your notes pertaining to Maria.

I think your approach is novel and interesting, but--

- But what?

- Well, it's technically correct.

Maria appears to display classical signs

of delusion associated with psychosis, which I concur with.

But your approach lacks empathy.

You're treating the disease, not the patient.

I'd like you to read this.

It's an autobiography of an institutionalized patient

suffering from depression and paranoia, a journey out

of insanity to sanity.

Understanding that journey will help you

see Maria's world through Maria's eyes.

- What if in my reality, I'm talking to my dad grandma?

- Is she talking back?

- Sort of.

- What are you talking with her about?

- Mostly memories.

- Well, you miss her.

I don't think it's abnormal to reach out

to the people who you've lost, use them as a sounding board.

Go talk to Maria and try to see Maria's world

through Maria's eyes.

[eerie music]

[knocks]

- Hi Maria.

It's a beautiful day outside.

Would you like to take a walk down the hall?

The moment you want to come back in, we'll be right here.

I promise.

You haven't left this room in a long time.

Are you still having your bad dream?

Maria, are you there?

You know, when I was a little girl

and I would have bad dreams, my grandpa would come into my room

and tell me a bedtime story.

Would you like to hear it?

It was about a little girl about your age.

She lived in Cuba.

That's where my family's from.

She thought she saw a ghost that night.

She told everyone, but no one believed her.

They said the ghost isn't real.

That ghost is in your head.

- But what if the ghost is real?

- I went to see Maria today.

She won't leave her room.

- She feels safe in there.

She has control of her world within those walls.

Once she leaves that room, she loses that control.

In her mind, bad things will happen.

Unfortunately, bad things did happen to her.

The people she trusted most hurt her.

Now she's unable to trust anyone.

- Well, how do I help her?

- Build her trust by being a good listener.

- She's not talking.

- You're not listening.

The words that resonate loudest are the ones not spoken.

She can't talk about what happened because then it

becomes real.

Until she can face the truth, she

will continue to be lost in the dark.

You have to be the light that guides her out of the darkness.

Your move.

[upbeat music]

[speaking spanish]

[singing in spanish]

- Grandma Rosa, are you there?

This music reminds me of abuelo.

You remember when he taught me how to dance?

I was so clumsy.

He was patient.

I went to see Maria today, that little girl I told you about.

Do you remember Maria?

She won't leave her room.

I don't know how to help her.

What?

- Oh no.

It is my last night here.

We are not spending it in this room with Granny.

Say goodbye.

We're leaving.

- No, no, no, Nat.

(SINGING) Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

You gotta get going

- When are we going to talk about the candle?

- Not now.

- But when are we going to talk about it?

- Not now. - Well but when?

Give me a time. - OK.

We can talk about it now.

Listen, you really believe you're talking to a candle

and you can't explain the unexplainable,

then I believe you, because that's

my job as your best friend.

- And you're very good at it.

- So it's my last night.

Let's just have a good time.

Celebrate Grandma Rosa's life.

- To Rosa Gonzalez.

I love you and miss you, abuela.

To your life and what comes after.

Cheers.

[upbeat music]

(SINGING) Ooh, you really learn to let go

Oh

Insanity is repetition

- Your turn.

- That's Bo Andersen.

- Bo?

How do you know Bo?

- We go way back.

We are childhood friends.

- Oh, tell me about him.

- Bo is all rough and good looking, chin sharp as a razor.

He's the hottest fireman at the station.

- He's a fireman?

- I didn't tell you that.

- No, I just think that would lead with fireman.

- Underneath those ruggedly good looks,

there's a very, very sensitive and adorable guy.

Bo was my first kiss.

- Oh my God, I am all in.

Tell me about it.

- I met Bo about the same time I met you.

We were playing in Dana [indistinct] basement.

- I remember Dana.

- Yes, Dana.

And we were playing truth or dare.

- Ooh.

- Dana asked me a question I didn't want to answer.

- Well, what was the question?

- It doesn't matter.

I took the dare.

- And the dare was to kiss Bo?

- Yes.

- So you kissed Bo?

- Yes.

- You know, maybe we should call Bo over here

and you two can catch up.

- I don't want to play this game anymore.

- I know you have intimacy issues.

We all do.

- No, no, no.

Natalie, I can't do this.

Nat, you don't understand.

I'm not like you.

I can't be.

- OK, well, try. - Where are you going?

Where are you going?

- This is all you.

- Come back, Natalie.

Natalie!

- Hey, I'm Travis.

- Rosa.

- Can I get you a drink?

- I already have one.

- So you go to school here or something?

- Psych major.

- I better watch what I say then, huh?

- No, I gave her the night off.

You're safe.

How about you, Travis?

- A friend invited me.

Speaking of friends, why was yours staring at me?

- Well, Natalie and I play this guessing game

called guess who's that.

And we make up stories about people's lives and what they do.

- So what do I do?

- You're a fireman.

- I wanted to be an astronaut.

- I could have another one.

- I'll be right back.

- Thank you.

- So I take it that's Natalie dancing?

- Yeah, that's her.

According to Natalie, I have intimacy issues

I have to work on by myself without her help.

- So that's what this is.

This is you working on your intimacy issues.

- Trying.

I lost someone last week and she's just

trying to distract me.

- You want to talk about it?

- I lost my grandma after my mom left.

Her and my grandfather actually raised me.

This is his jacket.

- Tell me about her.

- She left Cuba in the '50s.

Half of her family was killed in the revolution

and she got on a raft and landed in Miami.

That's where she met my grandfather, actually.

- How did they meet?

- They met at a nightclub.

They both loved to dance.

She used to say whenever he held her in his arms,

she could just see their future together as

if they had already lived it.

Does that sound weird? - No.

I feel like when you meet someone special

there's, like, a feeling of deja vu.

It's like you're on a journey together

and you've already made it to a destination

that you're already at.

The journey is the destination.

- Wow.

Give me a minute to let that sink in.

- Take your time.

- You're a good distraction.

- So what do you see in your future?

- I love this song.

- No, I don't dance.

- Come on.

Come on.

[upbeat music]

I'm sorry, I--

- I think I read that wrong.

- I gotta go.

- Everything OK?

- I'm fine.

- Are you sure?

- Mm-hmm.

- Do you feel like being alone?

- Never.

- Hey, sleepy head, wake up.

- What time is it?

- It's time for me to go.

- No.

I'm never going to let you go.

- Come with me.

Take a vacation from ourselves.

- I can't.

I have to write my thesis.

And now, with everyone gone, especially you,

it's going to be quiet, and I'll be able to hear my thoughts.

- Your loss.

- Sure is.

- You can do this.

You're stronger than you think.

- You think?

- Oh yeah.

No talking to ghosts till I get back.

And call me if you get lonely, OK?

OK.

I'm going to go before this gets weird.

[somber music]

- Are you there?

Grandma Rosa, are you there?

[ominous music]

[rock music]

[clattering]

- Shh.

No, no, no.

I'm not going to hurt you, OK?

It's OK.

[yells]

Where are you?

[laughs] Come on, girl, stop playing.

Why are you acting like this?

I just want to talk to you, OK?

Let's start over.

Rosa.

[clanks]

[ominous music]

[thudding]

[scraping]

[panting]

[grunts]

- Fuck.

[panting]

[grunts]

[ominous music]

[phone ringing]

- Rosa? - Nat.

- Everything OK?

- Something happened.

- I can't hear you.

You're breaking up.

- I need to talk to you.

- You sound really strange.

What's going on?

Do you need me to come back?

- I did something really bad.

- What?

What did you do?

- It wasn't my fault. I swear.

I didn't mean to.

It just-- he wanted to hurt me.

- Who wanted to hurt you?

- Just listen.

- Rosa, I'm losing you.

I'll call you back when I get a signal.

- Natalie?

Natalie?

[ominous music]

Attempts to treat mental illness date back as early as 5,000 BCE.

Early man widely believed that mental illness

was the result of supernatural phenomenon

such as spiritual or demonic possession, sorcery,

the evil eye, or an angry deity.

So they responded with equally mystical and sometimes

brutal treatments.

The ghost is in your head.

The ghost is in your head.

[ominous music]

The ritual of [spanish] originated back in the late

1400s when the Spaniards invaded Cuba.

The Aboriginal people, the Guanahatabey,

performed a ritual to summon spirits

to fight the conquistadors.

They were eventually slaughtered and the ritual lay dormant until

it re-emerged in the US in the early 1960s with refugees

fleeing Cuba.

Malignant spirits are attracted to the pure of heart.

They hunger for the innocent.

Do not open a door you cannot shut.

Light the candle and say the name of the spirit

you wish to contact.

Ask, are you there?

If that spirit is present, the flame will bend towards yes.

Then you may ask them yes or no questions.

Always say their name before you ask are you there.

When's the next episode?

Now.

Take your top off.

You take your top off, asshole.

I've had a lot of people unfollow me lately,

but for those of you who are still here,

I've got a new challenge for you.

It's real.

It worked for me.

It's called [spanish].

Are you there?

Get a piece of paper.

Write yes and no.

Place them on opposite sides of a candle.

Think of someone who is no longer in this world.

Close your eyes.

Say their name and ask, are you there?

Let's try it.

OK, let's try this again.

Grandma Rosa, are you there?

Grandma, are you there?

Anybody out there?

Are you there?

Yes.

It's working.

Blowing on the candle.

I see dead people.

Oh, fuck off.

CubFan1, you do not want to fuck with a dead Cuban grandmother.

[speaking spanish]

She doesn't like it when I drop the F bomb.

Do you know who ClubFan1 is?

Can you see him right now?

Is he an ugly little troll living

in his mom's basement with a Cubs t-shirt on?

Ha.

This is real.

You know me.

Every ritual I've tried before did not work,

but I've never faked anything.

Goodnight.

[sighs]

Grandma, I'm really tired.

Can we do this tomorrow?

Grandma, are you upset with me?

Grandma, I don't want you to be angry at me,

but I just can't do this right now.

We'll talk tomorrow, OK?

[ominous music]

OK.

I guess we're doing this right now.

Grandma Rosa, are you there?

Grandma?

Grandma?

[exhales]

[ominous music]

Are you there?

Grandma, I did something really bad, but it wasn't my fault.

I didn't mean to do it.

I was just so, so angry, and he wanted to hurt me.

I can still feel him touching me.

Grandma, are you there?

Grandma?

Is that you?

[ominous music]

[glass shatters]

[panting]

[ominous music]

Light the candle and say the name of the spirit

you wish to contact.

Ask, are you there?

If that spirit is present, the flame will bend towards yes.

Then you may ask them yes or no questions.

Always say their name before you ask are you there.

Always say the name of the spirit you wish to summon

or you risk opening a door to malevolent spirits.

If you summon a dark spirit, it will

stay attached to the candle.

Shit.

When the candle melts down and the flame goes out.

[ominous music]

Come on, Natalie.

Come on.

Shit.

[ominous music]

[creaking]

[footsteps]

[banging]

[creaking]

[squeaks]

[footsteps]

Anomalistic psychology is primarily

focused on trying to come up with a newer

possible put to the test non-paranormal explanations.

Usually psychological explanations

for ostensibly paranormal experiences.

Sleep paralysis, which is fairly common in its most basic form,

but for a few people they get very, very vivid hallucinations.

In some extreme cases, sleep paralysis

can enter into waking hours, making

it difficult to distinguish between nightmares and reality.

The ghost is in your head.

The ghost is in your head.

Are you there?

Are you friendly?

Can I stop the candle from melting down?

Do you know how to stop the candle from melting down?

Would you let me know how to stop

the candle from melting down?

Fucking asshole.

Do you want to hurt me?

Why?

Why do you want to hurt me?

What have I done to you?

Who are you?

When the candle melts down and the flame goes out, will I die?

Whoever's left watching my live feed,

do not attempt the are you there challenge.

It's real.

No, no, no. Please don't.

Please don't.

I can't stop it.

Once the candle melts down, I'm going to die.

Somebody please help me.

Somebody has to help me.

I can't leave.

I don't know--

I don't know if this is real or if it's my imagination.

Please, please, somebody help me, please.

[static crackling]

[rock music]

Wait, wait.

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

Please, just drive.

Drive.

- What's going on?

- Someone's chasing me.

- Who?

- Some boy I met at a party.

He followed me back into the house.

- Do you want me to take you to the police?

- No, no, please, just drive.

- Did he hurt you?

Isn't there anyone to help?

- Everyone's gone for spring break.

I'm all by myself.

- Poor thing.

Do you-- did you know this man, the one that followed you?

Well, I understand.

It's hard to talk about, but maybe if you talk to me,

it would help.

You don't think maybe you led him on?

Rosa, are you there?

- I never told you my name.

- Maybe if you were a good little girl,

bad things wouldn't happen to you.

So maybe you should stop being a fucking little whore.

[banging]

[panting]

- Are you there?

I've had enough of whatever this is,

and I don't want to play this game anymore.

If I stay by the candle, am I safe?

Can the candle leave this room?

Can I leave this room?

Right.

If the candle is burning, do I stay alive?

So you and I. Shit, you and I, whatever the fuck you are,

whoever the fuck you are, are bound together by this candle.

Can I unbind myself from this candle?

If I ask you a question, can you lie to me?

Are you lying right now?

If you and I are bound by this candle,

that means we share a fate.

Which means that you need me as much as I need you.

I'm going to ask again.

Can I unbind myself from the candle?

OK, OK.

OK, that's good.

I can unbind myself from the candle.

I don't have enough time.

Give me a fucking clue.

Anything.

Can I stop the candle from melting down and stay alive?

OK.

Well, I can't stop the candle.

We might as well get to know each other.

Do you like movies?

Not even like "The Exorcist"?

So no movies.

But do you like music.

Do you like heavy metal music?

[rock music]

OK, that's cool.

I like it too.

So all of those album covers, Sabbath, AC/DC

with the devil horns and the hellfire.

Are those all right?

Hell yeah.

[rock music]

[creepy singing]

[laughter]

[creaking]

[laughter]

- (SINGING) You'd better not go to bed

Ghost is in your head

- Maria?

- No one believes me.

They don't listen to me.

Only you.

I can talk to you, Rosa.

You're a good listener and you understand.

- What do you want to talk about?

- I'm afraid.

I'm afraid that if I say it, it makes it real.

- It's only real if you believe it to be real.

Talk to me.

- That story about the little girl who had a bad dream.

Why is that grandpa's favorite?

- I don't know.

Do you want me to tell it to you again?

- No.

I want you to tell me about your bad dream.

- Sometimes when I was little, I'd have same bad dream.

Something, someone was watching me.

I'd be afraid to open my eyes.

- When you opened your eyes, what did you see?

- A ghost.

- What did the ghost do?

What did the ghost do?

- Put his hand over my mouth.

- Why did he put his hand over your mouth?

- So I wouldn't scream.

- What did the ghost want?

- To hurt me.

- Why would a ghost want to hurt a little girl?

- I don't know.

- Where was your abuela?

Why didn't she stop the ghost from hurting you?

- She didn't know.

- But you knew.

(SINGING) Better not go to bed

Ghost is in your head

You better not go to bed

The ghost is in your head

He's coming.

Shh.

- Maria?

Maria?

Maria?

[breathing heavily]

Maria?

Maria, are you there?

Maria?

- But abuelo, you promised you'd teach me how to dance.

[upbeat music]

[singing in spanish]

[ominous music]

- You can't hurt me.

Abuela?

Abuela?

Abuela?

Abuela?

[ominous music]

Since I'm talking to myself.

Since I'm talking to myself.

Since I'm talking to myself, let's get real.

[ominous music]

Have you ever read Clifford Beers?

Yeah, you have, because I've read it

and I'm talking to myself.

Clifford Beers wrote "A Mind That Found Itself"

based on his own psychotic experience.

He writes about the nature of delusions and hallucinations,

psychosis, and the nightmarish world of fear, a world

that he created for himself.

He fell into his mind.

But he climbed his way out of it, just like I'm going to.

Because of this, of you, if all of this is real,

then I'd rather be fucking crazy.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with you.

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of death.

[panting]

[door opens]

Natalie?

Please come in.

Come in.

It's not safe out there.

Natalie?

Natalie?

Are you there?

Am I asking the right questions?

Fuck.

Natalie?

You cheap ass Ouija board wannabe.

If we are bound together by this candle and I destroy it,

will you be destroyed?

If I destroy the candle, do I live?

I see.

If I can stop the candle from melting down, do I live?

The candle is being destroyed.

So the only way to get out of here

is to stop the candle from melting down.

But the candle cannot be stopped.

[laughs]

Why are you fucking torturing me?

You cheap ass Ouija board.

Every time I go out there.

Are you there?

It's a fucking nightmare.

Are you there?

It's like, it's like you get off of playing with me.

You feed off my fear.

Fuck you.

You can throw whatever you want at me.

I'm not scared.

I'm not scared.

[door creaks]

[ominous music]

Did you know what he was doing?

I was just a child.

You were supposed to protect me.

I trusted you.

I loved you.

Did you know what he was doing?

Grandma, did you know?

[ominous music]

[laughter on tv]

[knocking]

- It's a beautiful day today.

Would you like to go outside?

How about we just take a walk down the hall?

The minute you want to come back to your room,

I promise we'll come right back.

Rosa?

Rosa, talk to me.

OK.

We'll try again tomorrow.

[knocking]

It's a beautiful day today.

Would you like to go outside?

How about we take a walk down the hall?

The minute you want to come up to the room,

I promise we'll come right back.

All right.

Let's go for a walk.

[creaking]

Let's get something to eat, OK?

OK.

[classical music]

- Here you go, hon.

- Hey.

- You're dead.

You're dead.

- Hey, hey, hey.

I got it. I got it.

I got it. Calm down.

Get down.

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't get all crazy on me, OK?

Hey, hey.

- I'll fucking kill you again.

- Yeah.

Hey, hey, I'll come visit you later.

[yells]

- Let me go.

Fuck you.

Let me go.

[screams]

[sobbing]

No!

[soft music]

- It's OK.

Rest now and we'll talk in the morning.

- I can't sleep.

- Rosa, the ghost isn't real.

The ghost is in your head.

- Is this real?

- No more questions.

[ominous music]

[upbeat music]