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[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[soft creaking]

[knock at door]

[screaming]

It was a rundown bed-and-breakfast

just south of Miami.

[voices whispering]

(woman) Good night.

There was something else going on in that house.

(Frank) I told myself I was freaking myself out.

- [screams] - Who's there?

[screams]

I could smell this terrible burning flesh smell.

[screams]

[gasps]

(Frank) I was too scared

to leave that door unlocked.

I was alone and terrified.

(woman) Oh, my--Help!

(Ellen) It wasn't my imagination.

Part of me wanted to run out of there that night

and never come back.

[faint whispers]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

Guys are calling you Bullseye down at the station.

Plenty of cops have been shot more than once.

(Frank) I was 30 years old,

less than two years on the Miami-Dade police force...

Actually, no, Frank. Not really.

And I had already taken my second bullet

in the line of duty.

That's when my boss gave me the bad news.

Hey, Sarge.

Please don't do this.

This is my life.

And just like that, my career in law enforcement was over.

We're gonna take care of you.

It's like winning the lottery.

Well, more like a scratch-off ticket.

Take the out, man.

And do what?

Maybe move somewhere where you won't get shot so much.

Invest the money.

Put it into something.

You're a young guy.

This is an opportunity for you.

[indistinct PA announcement]

Before I went into the force, I worked in construction.

With the money I got as my pension,

I bought an investment property.

It was a rundown bed-and-breakfast

just south of Miami.

I hired a crew to handle the bigger projects,

and once I ran out of money...

Which room tonight?

I moved in to finish the job myself.

Room Three.

For luck.

[bell jingles]

Have a nice night.

I was working with a hard deadline for my grand opening.

The sign said I was opening in March,

so it had to be true.

[buzzer sounds on TV]

[distant emergency sirens]

[muffled grunting]

(Frank) It almost sounded like someone was in pain.

But it only happened once,

so I didn't feel like I needed to investigate.

[foreboding music]

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[muffled grunting]

(Frank) It was the same noise I heard a few nights back...

[muffled grunts]

(Frank) Except this time it sounded like

it was coming from the bathroom

right in front of me.

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(Frank) There was old junk in a lot of the rooms,

so I'd never noticed the plywood

covering the tub in room seven.

[creaking]

[screams]

[panting]

I called my ex-partner Mike,

and he was there in less than half an hour.

Our forensics team

came to remove the body the next morning,

but they had no idea how long the guy had been dead...

I bet finding a dead body

is the best thing that happened to you in months.

(Frank) Or how he got into the bathtub.

It'll make you feel like you're back on the force.

Not really.

I don't need this getting out in the open

right before I open up.

It's just another dead body.

There'll be ten more on the news tomorrow.

This is a big place.

Talking to yourself yet?

No.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

All right,

which room tonight?

Let's stick with three.

Thank you.

[bell dings]

Good night.

(woman) Good night.

♪ ♪

Hello?

♪ ♪

[muffled moaning]

(Frank) I told myself I was freaking myself out

because of what had happened that night...

But it was the first time I ever felt the need

to lock the door to my room in that place.

[grunts]

(Frank) The voices were one thing...

But now I was sure someone else was inside the hotel.

♪ ♪

I'm warning you, I am armed.

♪ ♪

[loud thump]

[thud]

♪ ♪

[cell phone rings and vibrates]

[sighs]

Mike.

(Mike) Got an I.D.

Dennis White.

Okay.

(Mike) He has a record.

Affiliation with organized crime.

Mid-level drug dealer.

They finally got him on auto theft.

He did a couple years.

Let's see.

Got out two years ago.

Nothing since.

Not even a traffic violation.

Probably on account of being dead.

You're telling me he was in that tub for two years?

(Mike) Forensics says it's possible.

This place hasn't even been closed for two years.

Well, he's been in there awhile.

How long, we don't know exactly.

I got to go.

[phone beeps]

I thought maybe there was a chance

that they caught something on the security cameras.

[mysterious music]

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I worked in law enforcement for almost ten years.

Of course I was gonna investigate it.

I spent the next couple hours going through the tapes.

And I came across one

from the very last night the place was ever open,

before the doors closed for good.

[unsettling music]

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[high-pitched whining]

[ghostly whispering]

Oh!

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[creaking]

[screams]

(Frank) You're telling me he was in that tub for two years?

(Mike) Forensics says it's possible.

♪ ♪

[high-pitched whining]

[ghostly whispering]

Oh!

I wanted to pretend it was the light,

the angle,

but it was clearly a human figure--

a woman, and she looked featureless,

sort of like you could see...

through her.

I had no idea what was going on,

but I knew I wasn't going anywhere near room seven.

I'm embarrassed to admit it,

but I was too scared to leave that door unlocked.

To be honest, part of me wanted

to run out of there that night

and never come back.

[soft thumping]

[muffled groaning]

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪

[whispers, groaning]

♪ ♪

No one had been inside that room

since the forensics team left...

But the door was locked from the inside.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[ghostly whispering]

♪ ♪

[ghostly whispering]

♪ ♪

[ghostly whispering]

(Frank) I don't know how long I was out,

but when I opened my eyes,

it was like I had gone through a time machine.

[ghostly whispering]

March 1, 1952.

What the hell?

[distant noises]

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

[ghostly whispering]

♪ ♪

- [screams] - Oh!

[foreboding music]

(Frank) You're telling me he was in that tub for two years?

(Mike) Forensics says it's possible.

(Frank) This place hasn't even been closed for two years.

[ghostly whispering] - Oh!

♪ ♪

[gentle music playing]

♪ ♪

[ghostly whispering]

♪ ♪

- [screams] - Ah!

[creepy music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

The first time you got shot, where'd it hit you?

The lower back.

And the second time? Stomach?

So no head wounds?

- Man, I'm telling you-- - I'm just saying,

because maybe when you fell down,

you bumped your damn head,

because there ain't nobody in there.

What time do you get off?

I got to show you something.

Okay.

That is definitely Dennis White.

This is from the last night this place was ever open.

Huh.

Oh, the lab said it was a suicide, by the way.

What?

Yeah, they say he just climbed into the tub,

slid the wood on top of it

so that no one could find him for a while

and then he did himself in.

Looks to me like he was on psychotropics.

See?

Right there, right there.

Yeah, man. Good one.

I mean, like, that's clearly a reflection of something.

No, watch it again.

Fine, play it back.

I mean, okay, it kind of looks

like a shadow, you know, or something, just...

Dude, it's not a shadow.

I mean, I'm never gonna be able to sell this place

since they found that body.

What am I gonna do?

I know what I'm gonna do.

What?

I'm gonna stay in that room.

I don't feel anything.

Look, I'll prove to you that there is no ghost in here.

Mike, this just doesn't feel safe, man.

Close the door.

Close the door.

Ever heard of a succubus?

No.

It's a freaky sex ghost.

Hey, man, a guy died in that room.

You saw the tape.

Yeah, I'll yell if I need you to save me.

Mike was like most cops.

He only believed in what he could see and shoot.

I knew he thought it was a joke or something,

but I really didn't feel right letting him stay in room seven.

[heavy breathing]

Yeah, very funny, man.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

(Frank) Between Dennis White's body in the bathtub

and what I'd seen on the tape,

I knew there was something wrong with that room.

I just didn't know what.

[indistinct whispers]

♪ ♪

[indistinct whispers]

♪ ♪

Mike?

[gunshot]

Mike?

♪ ♪

Mike?

[creaking]

[screams]

(Mike) Okay, that is definitely Dennis White.

I mean, okay, it kind of looks

like a shadow, you know, or something, just...

Dude, it's not a shadow.

[foreboding music]

(Frank) Mike?

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

♪ ♪

Mike?

♪ ♪

Mike?

Mike?

What the hell are you doing?

[breathing heavily]

What, um--

What happened?

What were you just doing?

I-I don't know.

(Frank) Mike had no memory of anything after I left the room.

You all right?

He said he must have blacked out.

I've spent the last three years since that night

digging into the history of the property.

There's no evidence of a woman dying in the bathtub,

but what's really crazy

is that there have been seven suicides there.

Seven.

All of them were men.

I have no way of knowing, but if I had to take a guess,

I'd say a woman was murdered in room seven in 1952,

by a man,

and no one ever found out.

And whoever she is,

she's still there getting her revenge.

A lot of people doubt my story,

but I got the tape to prove it.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[ghostly whispering]

[static crackling, beeping]

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

[insects chirping]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[soft creaking]

[water running]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[screaming]

There were 17 girls in the sorority house that night,

the last night before the last final of the year.

Every single girl claimed they were attacked

by a man with a knife at exactly 3:35 a.m.

[breathing heavily]

They all had injuries, and some were serious,

but not a single girl could describe the man who did it.

I was a student at the university when it happened,

and I'd always been fascinated

by what we called The Beta Incident.

When the school offered me a job

teaching a summer writing class, I took it.

And I requested to live in the Beta house

since it would be empty for the summer.

The administration at the school

called the whole thing a sorority prank

to avoid bad press.

I didn't buy that for a minute.

17 college girls slicing open their own bodies?

For what, a joke?

No way.

There was something else going on in that house.

After what happened that night,

the sorority installed a security system.

There were cameras in almost every room

and all along the outside of the house.

No one could get in or out without being seen.

[soft moaning]

It sounded like moaning,

like someone was hurt.

[soft moaning]

The alarm system was still armed,

and there was nothing on the cameras,

so I went back to bed.

You'll pretty much find

all the school's history right in here.

My summer class wasn't starting for another week.

Very interesting reading.

It should keep you busy all summer and out of the heat.

So I took advantage and spent that time doing research

on the history of the sorority.

I'm actually looking for a little more recent history,

like 1997.

Oh.

Let me see what I can find.

I looked through every yearbook between 1990 and 1997,

and finally, I found something interesting.

"Gathering to celebrate the life of a lost sister.

"A sophomore majoring in political science

"was found dead in her room

the afternoon of Saturday, March 5th."

The article in the yearbook

said she died by overdosing on diet pills,

but that didn't explain anything

about what happened on June 1st of that year.

[man screaming]

[man screaming]

[Ellen screams]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

You'll pretty much find

all the school's history right in here.

I'm actually looking for a little more recent history,

like 1997.

♪ ♪

[man screaming]

[man screaming]

[Ellen screaming]

[heavy footsteps]

Hello? Who's there?

♪ ♪

I fell asleep on the couch

and woke up on the basement floor

with no memory of how I got there.

And that crazy dream,

I had no idea what that was about.

So were you a Beta?

I'm just curious about their story, I guess,

and the house.

You know, with what happened there.

Hmm.

Well, it's the oldest building near campus by a good stretch.

In fact, it used to be the only house in the whole neighborhood.

It was one big piece of land.

Thousands of acres.

It's amazing how things change.

He didn't give me much more information than that.

It actually seemed like he was trying to dodge the subject

every time I brought it up,

just like the university administration.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[screaming]

[screams]

At first I thought it was just another dream,

but I could smell this terrible burning flesh smell.

It wasn't my imagination.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

I looked at all the footage.

The cameras didn't catch anything.

I spent the entire next day poring over

every book I could find about the campus' history,

and then I found something.

No one can live in campus housing

after the school year ends, usually the end of May,

without permission.

In 1997, the year of the attack,

there was construction on campus

that delayed the start of the school year.

Everything pushed out two weeks,

which meant the school year didn't end until mid-June.

And that meant that 1997 was the only year

anyone had actually been in the sorority house

as late as June 1st.

I would be the first person to be in the house on June 1st

since the attack in 1997.

To be honest, I was alone and terrified.

But I was determined to stay awake

and get some sort of explanation.

[unsettling music]

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Half an hour.

♪ ♪

[gasping]

What?

Almost two hours had passed,

and again, I had no idea what happened.

♪ ♪

[foreboding music]

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[screaming]

[screams]

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[gasping]

What?

(Ellen) The chains,

the burning man,

and then this horrible bruising on my throat.

I had to figure out what was going on.

I checked the security cameras to see what they captured.

To this day,

part of me wishes I never looked.

[unsettling music]

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[breathing heavily]

[screams]

[screams]

I tried to hang myself in my sleep at 3:35 a.m.,

the exact date and time

the sorority was attacked 17 years earlier.

I just couldn't keep it to myself.

If I knew you were staying there,

I would have begged you to leave.

The last time I made a fuss, I nearly lost my job.

Why?

Well, the school wanted to label it a prank,

so they could move on

'cause the only other explanation was something

that most people don't even want to consider.

You said the house used to be surrounded by land.

Well, not just land. Crops.

It was a plantation.

Thomas was the son of a plantation owner.

You dig around the archives, you'll find old songs

from this region that you'd swear

are about the devil, but they're not.

They're about him.

Who's there?

(man) Thomas killed and tortured

a lot of slaves in that basement.

Even burned one alive.

On June 1, 1857, a group of slaves

dragged Thomas down to his little chamber of horror,

and they cut that devil into slivers

with some kitchen knives.

[gasps]

[screaming]

The knives didn't kill him, so they had to hang him.

(Ellen) When he told me the story about Thomas,

everything started to match up with what I'd been experiencing.

He burned a slave alive...

[screaming]

[screams]

(Ellen) The torture chamber in the basement...

Help!

[screams]

(Ellen) And then finally he was hanged himself.

It was all him,

this plantation owner's son

coming back to terrorize the place on the same night

he was killed there.

[mysterious music]

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I went back that same day

and wrote down everything I learned about that house.

I sent a letter to the school board

and to every woman attacked on that night.

No surprise, the school never responded.

I heard back from most of the girls

who were attacked that night.

Some were freaked out.

A few begged me to just drop it.

But most were grateful

that someone believed it wasn't just a prank

and took the time to find the truth.

I guess I felt I had to.

I couldn't go the rest of my life not knowing

what happened that night.

I was one of those 17 girls,

and I couldn't rest until I proved it was real.

[gentle music]

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