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I finally felt that we had our dream house.

But what I'd really bought was a gateway to the paranormal.

When I was 12, my family moved to a brand-new house.

This something paranormal

that is trying to intimidate, trying to scare

these two children.

I knew I was in danger.

The fact that you have pieces of furniture that are being

flung in the air, you know, very aggressively

trying to provoke or inflict pain.

When I review a case,

I always look at the credibility of the witness.

I'm laying down in bed

and just feel it was just staring at me.

I didn't know what he said. I didn't hear the word,

but it scared me.

Something's not right here.

A lot of people felt unsafe.

This is my daughter. You don't tell me to stay away!

What the hell does it want?

In the afterlife, he is quite probably trying to seek revenge

for what they had done.

When I was looking for a house,

I wanted something in the country

with a bit of land.

So when I saw this house, I fell in love with it.

Erin Goodpipe. Take one, mark.

As an Investigator going into a case like Lori Kinrade's,

you want to establish a few things.

Can we first rule out

non-paranormal occurrences happening?

The second is, if there are a number of things occurring

that seem paranormal,

we wanna figure out what that motive is

and who is doing it.

We had been married for seven years,

and we found this home that we fell in love with,

and the price was right.

I saw it as a fresh start for us

and a safe place to raise Bri-Anne.

I finally felt that we had our dream house.

But what I'd really bought was a gateway...

...to the paranormal.

My husband and I met

when I moved to the city for college.

We ended up in the same rooming house.

Everything seemed wonderful at first.

I-- our bond just grew inseparable.

And we became a couple pretty quickly.

With my husband, when things were good,

there was a lot of laughter, a lot of fun.

But when things were bad, they were extremely bad.

He could just go off with the flip of a switch.

We used to always say,

we'd have to look in his eyes

to see who was there.

All I could hope was moving to this new house would change

Freddy somehow, and we needed that.

I kept hoping for the best, but often getting the worst.

It started from the very beginning

on moving-in day.

I was two and a half years old when we moved into this house.

I remember things being less than great

between my parents from a very young age.

At his worst, my dad was scary.

I just remember being very scared of him

when I was little.

Hey! What a freaking mess!

It was extreme anger.

And the thing is, he could be sitting beside you and talking

one minute, and everything was fine.

You hear me? I'm talking to you.

You hear what I said?

You pathetic woman.

Partly, I was hoping that maybe having our own place,

that that might help, but it didn't change anything.

And then he just seemed to get more obsessive.

I knew something wasn't right.

When I was growing up in this house,

I heard a lot of strange voices.

Why are they here?

This is my house.

It was right about here,

I heard women's voices shattering away...

and there was no one there.

Based on the transcripts of Lori's testimony,

there are a number of strange occurrences

that are happening in the house since they've moved in,

and it's having an immediate effect on the people living

in the house, specifically Lori's husband.

I remember when my dad would get into his moods,

his eyes would just go dark and blank, and it was scary.

I started becoming aware pretty early on

that there was something that wasn't right.

We weren't allowed to close doors.

He would start out by saying,

"Oh, we had to take the door off to refinish it."

But then the doors never went back on.

My dad was very paranoid.

He had some idea that we were doing

something behind his back.

He just had this obsession

that if you were behind the door,

he didn't know what you were doing.

There was no sense, no sense to any of it.

Frankly, I just hit a point I would have rather dealt

with anything paranormal than with my husband.

You pathetic woman.

He had his moments being totally out of control,

and the house would definitely become way more active.

So his instability was just adding to the fire.

There was definitely a correlation

between how intense my dad's moods were

and how intense the hauntings would become.

When you have energy that's really negative,

perhaps you're very angry, then you might find resonance

with an angry spirit that might be there

with that type of energy,

so they can kind of coalesce together.

There was always one area of the house

that was more active, and it was on all three floors,

it was that corner over there.

I would hear noises...

...things bumping... banging.

It was very unnerving to hear it,

especially when you can't find a cause.

That's when it became clear that this house,

my dream house, was haunted.

The first bedroom that my parents put me in

when I was very little was the worst.

It was very scary.

This was my room when I was really little,

where all of the really scary activity

happened at the beginning.

It was terrifying.

I would hear footsteps moving around the bed.

And just being so scared, I was just shaking,

and I was too afraid to move, too afraid to blink or breathe.

But there was nothing.

I don't believe in telling a child,

"You dreamt it" or whatever,

but I did get a weird feeling, something's not right here.

From my perspective, children, they've just come

from the spirit realm and they're aging through.

But because of that, they are so sensitive

to the spirit realm that exists around them.

I tend to believe that what children

are experiencing is real.

I needed to understand what was going on.

So I decided to go to the town archives

to see what we could find out.

We went through the archives and found out that the house

was built in approximately 1856.

As we learned in the neighborhood,

it seemed like every family in the area

had some connection to our home.

You know, and that they'd been there for funerals,

they'd been there for weddings.

When you have events that are really emotionally charged,

that can imprint on a space.

For example, if you have a wedding somewhere

and you're a spirit, that might be a place

that you wanna go and revisit. It's a special place for you.

Likewise, if a funeral happened there, you might have grief

that's really associated in that space for a spirit

who also might be going back there

for those familiar memories.

My question around that then is, well, who is that?

Who is tied to this space specifically?

I heard a noise upstairs, and then I heard a voice.

It was right up there, the top of the stairs.

That's where I saw her.

She made it very clear she didn't want me to come up.

It's such a surreal feeling

when you see something like this.

Don't come up.

Everything just goes on hold.

The message that I heard in my head was, "Don't come up."

It was like she was territorial.

Angry, but almost threatening.

She wanted me to know, "I'm here."

I got angry.

It's like, "No way. Like, this is my child.

This is my daughter. You don't tell me to stay away."

And I just stormed right up and went through

where she'd been standing, and, you know,

that mama bear thing comes out, right?

As a child, it could be very scary

to have this entity around.

You never really knew when she was gonna pop up,

and it felt like she was always here.

She was always part of the fabric of the house.

Lori mentions that she was speaking with her neighbor,

and they came across a photograph where there was

a woman in the photograph that Lori recognized.

It was the woman that she had been encountering in her home.

I was able to identify who she was,

the past owner of my house.

It was her ghost that I saw at the top of the stairs.

This is really crucial because the past owner

might be inhabiting the house still

as if she's living in the home.

So when you get people who move into your space,

it can feel very intrusive.

You can feel like, "OK, who are these strangers

in my home? I need to get them out."

My mom did her best to reassure me that she wasn't

there to hurt me and she wasn't gonna cause me any harm,

but that my mom would do what she needed to do

to make sure that she would take care of it.

I knew I had to get rid of the spirit once and for all.

I did my research and I came across an ancient method.

I visualized her going up and taken to where she needed

to go to do her healing.

The crossing was successful,

and... I believe that she found peace

and we found peace as well... for a while.

I'm so relieved that it worked out for Lori,

that the ceremony helped them be rid of the spirit.

There's a sense of harmony in the space,

spiritually that is.

Now I think it's time for Lori to reconsider

the abuse that's coming from her husband.

I would try to talk to him calmly about

how neither of us was happy and we needed

to start working on our lives separately.

I remember he would just grab armloads of our things,

and just take them outside and set them on fire.

Fire was his thing.

I always kind of figured that's the way

we would both go out,

that we would both go out in fire.

It was definitely hell,

and my health was going down-- downhill.

One day when he was at work, we took the dogs and we left.

It ended up being part of the agreement

that my mom would get this house.

And so a few months after we had left,

my dad agreed to move out

so that my mom and I could move back in.

We lived a relatively quiet life.

Until I got... an email one day saying that

Freddy was in the hospital and not expected to live.

Did we want to say our goodbyes?

We both went down that night,

but it was absolutely terrifying.

We couldn't get over the feeling that,

like a monster, he was gonna open his eyes

and jump out of the bed.

But we said our goodbyes and said,

"We're sending you off with no hate.

"You have to go and deal with your demons.

Go in love and light."

It was about a week later,

they'd taken him off life support.

This is where this complex case of Lori Kinrade's

takes a terrifying turn.

It's gonna take longer than we thought.

It was the angry stomping, it was that energy

and that feeling like somebody wants to get

right in your face.

It was familiar to the way he would be stomping around

when he was getting ready to trash the place.

That's when I realized that

what was haunting us now was Freddy,

and he was back with a vengeance.

To be targeted by my late, abusive husband

was a whole different-- whole different level of terror.

Lori's late husband, Freddy, is probably enraged

that Lori and her daughter escaped from him in life.

And now, in the afterlife, he is quite probably

trying to seek revenge for what they had done.

He really blamed me

for, his words, "Breaking up the family."

He did... tell me that he would kill me.

In a lot of ways, this makes sense,

that even in death, he couldn't let go.

I was upstairs one night, and I was just,

I sort of got into a purge mode.

That was terrifying.

This is really dangerous at this point.

The fact that you have pieces of furniture

that are being flung in the air

says that this is really physical,

that this spirit is really powerful

and is perhaps, you know, very aggressively

trying to provoke or inflict pain.

There was nothing else or no one else

that was capable of doing that kind of violence,

and it was too similar to what he did

when he was living.

After my dad died I brought the ashes

back to this house.

There was really nowhere else to keep them,

so we kept them here.

But my mom and I had always felt uncomfortable

around the ashes. It always felt a little uneasy.

The activity in the house had gotten so out of hand,

and things were happening more and more often around there,

and she was getting more and more concerned.

So she messaged me and said, "We need to get these ashes

out of here right now."

I just felt the negative energy.

I had to get rid of it.

Found a spot in Lake Huron and I said another goodbye

to him and released him.

I believe what Lori and Bri-Anne did

was a way of getting closure.

By putting those ashes into the lake,

they're essentially saying to the spirit world,

to Freddy himself, that you have no power here,

you're not a part of this home.

They're essentially breaking spiritual bonds

between the spirit realm, between Freddy,

and the presence of him in their lives.

I can't really explain the revenge other than the fact

that I was still living.

He was still angry because I did leave.

I got away from him. We both did.

This is my first time to ever talk about this.

Nobody in my family ever knew any of this was going on.

His life was all about secrets, never telling,

never letting anybody see, never letting anybody in.

I'm letting it be known.

There's no more secrets anymore.

We escaped.

The long and the short of it, right?

We-- we escaped.

When I was 12,

my family moved to a brand-new house

in the Menifee area, just south of LA.

At the time, it was a new development.

It wasn't even a city yet.

It was kind of in the middle of nowhere.

But I was happy,

'cause I liked the peace and quiet.

And it was easy to make new friends.

One day, all that peace just went away.

My father, he worked as a police officer.

His job put him in conflict with the most dangerous

criminals in the country.

My dad felt like because of his line of work,

it was not safe for us as a family to be out in public.

So what any other family could normally do,

just sit down at a regular fast-food restaurant,

we had to drive out of our town to do that.

And you think a normal childhood is having to sit down

at a fast-food restaurant 20 minutes away from home.

And you think that's normal. And you find out why.

You find out that there's bad people

hiding in places like this.

My dad was a target because of his job.

He never told us anything,

he wanted to keep that out of the house.

He wanted to make sure we were safe.

But, you know, you're kids, you're curious.

You wanna know what he does.

I wish I wasn't so curious.

Richard, take one-- mark.

At first glance, Clyde Morrison's case

didn't look like a particularly compelling case,

and then I began to delve a little bit deeper

and found that there was more to this than met the eye.

I have seen many cases,

and this is not your average haunting.

One night, my parents were away,

and I was playing a game with my younger brother.

We're not normally alone.

My family had to go do a family emergency

out of the state.

We're gonna take advantage of that

and play games all night,

eat all the food we weren't supposed to be eating,

all the things that they told us not to do.

Eight-- OK.

It sounded like an adult.

A man.

I didn't know what he said, I didn't hear the word,

but it scared me.

It sounded like someone trying to scare us.

Someone shouting like, "Hey,"

something to get your attention, and it did.

It got all of our attention.

Clyde and his brother are quite young at this point.

And so there could be all sorts of things--

and you're home alone as a kid,

you know, every little bump, every little sound

can be scary and can be emphasized.

We tend to read into a lot of things when we're children.

I literally thought someone had broken in.

I knew I was in danger right then and there.

The only people in that house was myself,

my younger brother Malcolm.

That was it.

When doing a paranormal investigation,

you have to begin by looking at the facts

and ruling out the real life things

that are surrounding an occurrence.

He lives in a neighborhood where there is a lot

of crime that's happening, so there is a lot

of circumstance that could come into play here.

Clyde's dad works for the gang unit.

He deals with some very bad individuals.

He arrests them, he puts them in prison.

So we have to look at the possibility

that we are dealing with a violent, vindictive,

flesh and blood, possibly homicidal individual

who wants to hurt a cop and his kids.

When I looked, I saw nothing.

I just felt something.

There's no one there.

One, two three...

I was terrified that somebody was there,

and I knew I wasn't gonna be able to protect myself.

It sounded like someone slammed it shut as if they were upset.

Clyde's account has taken a turn

from kids getting spooked all the way

to something physical like big, heavy indoor shutters slamming.

Shutter slammed.

We stopped immediately what we were doing,

wondering what the hell just happened,

since no one was even next to it.

It takes a great deal of physical force

to slam shutters.

It takes a lot of energy to make that happen.

Is this something paranormal that is trying to intimidate,

trying to scare these two children,

who it knows are home alone?

I ran outside to get our neighbor.

We were left in the care of our next-door neighbor,

to watch out for us.

We were praying, "Please just be home."

Menifee, because it is a new city,

it was right smack in the middle

of some pretty known dangerous cities.

Bad people started going in our neighborhoods

and breaking into vehicles,

breaking into homes, and stealing.

And a lot of people felt unsafe and unsure

if it's gonna keep happening.

There's a valid concern that one of the people

that Clyde's father has arrested or one of their family members

has found out where they live and has targeted him.

As soon as we told our neighbor that somebody's in our house,

he didn't question us. He merely told us to stay put.

He went back into his house to grab his shotgun,

and he went to our house.

He had searched upstairs and downstairs,

and even in the backyard, and even in the garage.

And he let us know that there was nobody in our house

and that maybe we were just tired

and probably just hearing things.

We knew we heard somebody.

It's possible that Clyde and his brother have been

the victims of a break-in, but nothing was taken,

nobody was harmed, no intruder was seen,

and they left the house without leaving

any sign of having been there at all.

That leads me to believe

that this is not a living person at all.

We're dealing with something paranormal.

So after the days go by and I realize,

"OK, the house is fine, there's nobody here, I'm safe again."

It sounded like heavy footsteps

on the shingles above where I slept.

It was somebody on the roof walking around,

and I froze.

My dad was not even home yet.

To hear a loud footstep above where I slept,

it terrified me.

My dad came home.

Immediately, a wall of this sour smell hit.

It was just this disgusting, strong odor

that came off of my dad.

He had to come back from the morgue.

He didn't look at us in the eyes.

He kind of looked down.

And we didn't know what was going on.

The stuff that he had to have seen at his job

should never have happened.

He's seen women getting hurt, kids getting hurt.

He's seen countless gang members killing each other.

He tried to make it a habit when he would come home,

have a smile on his face to show us

that the day didn't affect him.

But we could tell that he had a rough day at work.

The fact that Clyde's father works in such a high-stress,

high-traumatic profession that carries a lot

of emotional baggage would have a profound effect

on not only Clyde's father, but the whole entire family.

Could it be the stresses and strains that Clyde's father

is dealing with as a police officer--

could the emotions, the negative feelings

that he experiences because of that

be drawing something in, something that wants to feed

on those negative emotions?

I told my mom about the footsteps.

She thought I was being dramatic.

She told me that I need to stop watching scary movies,

that I was just scaring myself and there was nothing going on.

And I told her, well, I didn't feel safe.

Stop!

But as matters escalate,

they follow less real-world logic,

and it becomes apparent that Clyde's dealing

with something much more frightening.

Children are very close and vulnerable

to the spirit realm that's around them.

And so the fact that Clyde is feeling this,

he's feeling a presence in his room, in his spaces,

that we need to trust what he's saying.

Before we moved into this house,

we got lucky enough to be able to watch it being made.

And we were taken there countless times

from when it was just piles of dirt everywhere.

And my mother, she told us

that the whole area was a burial ground.

Our whole street.

According to Clyde's mother, their subdivision is actually

right on top of sacred indigenous burial grounds,

which is huge.

Clyde brings up a very interesting possibility.

Moreno Valley has been inhabited for thousands of years

by the Pechanga people.

It's very important for people to understand

that indigenous burial grounds are sacred.

They're like any other cemetery

where people are laying to rest.

Can you imagine building a home on somebody's family's remains?

Absolutely not.

So I can imagine that if-- if their home is on top

of a burial ground, that those spirits could

potentially be feeling disrespected and could be angry.

I couldn't shake the thought that somebody was just waiting.

I started thinking maybe it had something to do

with the burial ground where my house was built.

That alone terrified me.

I imagined tons of spirits everywhere, outside,

inside the house,

and I was afraid.

If it was an indigenous burial ground,

you would think that these spirits

would potentially be bothering the whole family,

but it specifically targeted Clyde.

So this leads me to believe

that it is something a little more personal.

I started feeling like somebody was staring at me.

The hair on my entire body stood up.

And I was scared out of my mind.

It felt like it wanted to harm me,

and it was going to do whatever it could to do that.

I'm laying down in bed.

In the corner,

it was-- something was just standing there.

I can only see the silhouette of it,

but I can just feel it, it was just staring at me.

And it terrified the hell out of me.

I mean, there's being scared,

and then there's the next level up

where you're just shaking with fear.

It came back...

over and over again.

What is this?

Where did it come from?

What the hell does it want?

The strange phenomena that's plaguing Clyde

started on the periphery, but as he goes

through these experiences night after night,

it is closing in on him like a hunter closes in on its prey.

I would always try and see what its face looked like.

And it made sure it had nothing for me

to be able to describe it to, to anyone.

When an apparition manifests visually,

its appearance can sometimes tell us about the way

in which it died or some key piece of information

about the haunting itself.

Once I realized I couldn't see his face,

I remember thinking back on the camera.

My dad had a camera to document certain things

that he was gonna testify in court.

And I got curious one day.

I hit this library button on the camera

to see the last picture that was taken on the camera.

And it was just horrible.

This person had killed himself...

with a shotgun.

I immediately connected the dots.

My dad was going to arrest this person.

And I believe he blamed my father

for having to kill himself.

So now, he was looking for revenge.

We gathered the data, we've analyzed the evidence,

and one conclusion stands out from all the others--

that this victim felt that he was cornered.

Being arrested by Clyde's father pushed him into taking

his own life. He lost his entire world.

And now, I think he wants to inflict some degree of loss

on Clyde's father.

He's not targeting the police officer himself.

He's targeting the thing

that he cares for most in all the world, his son.

This thing haunted me from the time I was 13

until I was 18.

And that's when I moved out of the house.

And I never saw it again.

Till this day, I am still afraid of the dark.

I've learned that there's a lot more to life

and there's a lot more to death that we don't understand.

Just because they were bad when they were alive

doesn't mean they'll be good when they're dead.

Sometimes they stay bad.