Eli Roth Presents: A Ghost Ruined My Life

I'm Eli Roth.

I've spent my life telling horror stories.

But imagine if those stories were real

and suddenly you found yourself

stalked and tormented by an evil spirit

and no-one believed you.

These are the actual accounts of terror

as told by the victims who came face to face with their demons

and survived.

I need a minute.

All right, take your time.

I'll be right back.

My anxiety and my PTSD from all this

has been, uh, pretty intense.

It's something that... that stays.

It's something that remains with you.

Lucinda and Ray Ray, we were living together

and we had a nice house.

It was... it was awesome. It was awesome.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna get you.

I hear you! I hear you!

I got you!

OK, it's our turn to hide now, OK?

OK. Close your eyes!

OK. (LAUGHS)

Ten, nine, eight,

seven,

three, two, one. Ready or not, here I come!

I'm gonna come find you.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, Button, I didn't mean to.

What did you call me?

I said, "I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean to."

You called me Button. What?

No.

My dad called me Button.

That was his name for me when I was little.

He hasn't called me that in years. No-one has.

You called me Button.

Aren't you going to get that?

Oh.

Hello?

What's wrong?

Oh.

When did they find him?

What happened?

My father died.

But when?

OK.

Oh, my God.

They thought maybe he had overdosed and that he had

done this intentionally to himself.

Thank you for coming. I know it was unexpected.

I really appreciate it.

So do we know what actually happened?

I have no idea what happened.

I heard he was having problems. He was angry all the time,

picking fights.

You know, he emptied out the entire medicine cabinet. No wonder he died.

Do you want to go?

Where's Ray Ray? I'll go find her, OK?

OK. Stay here.

Thanks.

Ray Ray, are you up here?

Ray Ray?

Let's go.

Ray Ray's downstairs.

Owlie wants to sleep with you tonight.

It's been a long day today, hasn't it?

Mm-hm.

You know it's OK to be sad, right?

Is there anything you want to talk about?

Where's Mommy?

Mommy is not feeling very good...

...so she went to bed.

And you should be asleep, too.

OK.

Good night. Good night.

Love you. Love you, too.

Can you not shut it all the way, please?

OK.

Lucinda! Lucinda!

What is it? Are you OK? Are you OK?

There was a monster! It was just a dream, OK?

Just a dream.

What is it?

Ray Ray saw it too.

It's scary. It's frightening.

It's frightening.

I am my own biggest sceptic.

For the longest time, um,

I wanted to believe that none of this really existed,

that the paranormal's not a real thing.

I didn't want to believe that people could actually be haunted.

I'm telling myself, "You're just tired. You're tired,

this isn't really what's going on."

I found you!

Good job!

OK, I'm gonna hide now but we have to be really quiet, OK,

cos Mommy's not feeling well. OK.

One, two, three...

Ray Ray?

Ray Ray?

Honey, did you see anything in that room?

You're gonna be late for work.

It's about time you got ready.

It's about time you got your ass out of bed!

What did you just say?!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that.

I hadn't really slept well in the last couple of days.

I honestly thought I was just tired

and didn't want to put too much merit into it, I guess.

I was a professional bartender downtown.

I wanted to open up my own bar and restaurant.

Here comes the rush.

Sorry. Sorry.

I'm getting unhinged at this point.

You're home early.

How was work?

Candice, is everything OK?

Anything wrong?

Just... just leave me alone, OK?

Candice...

I don't know what's gotten into you.

For the last time...

...lay off!

I do everything around here

while you sit around on your sad ass all day!

OK.

Just leave me alone, OK?

Whatever.

Shut up!

What the hell is wrong with you?!

Mom?

Oh, honey, you should be in bed.

Go away.

Something was really going on,

was really happening in our household.

It escalated. It got bigger, badder, stronger.

How would you describe a ghost

to someone that's never seen one before?

I've been touched, I've been scratched, um,

I've been paranormal bitch-slapped before.

It's one of those things - until you experience one of your own,

it's kind of hard to explain it.

I can see things out of the corner of my eye.

I can feel the thing still around us.

I would be angry and not know why I was angry.

I would switch on a dime.

It got volatile. It got volatile.

I just feel like I do everything around here.

You don't do anything all day. I feel like you're using me.

My father just died, OK?

Just cut me some slack.

What is wrong with you?

You know, this is exactly what he was like before he died.

He was unhinged. He was just picking fights.

He was scaring the crap out of people.

Out of me.

YOU'RE scaring me.

Just like him. Just like him.

Come here.

Did your father ever say anything...

...anything weird?

What do you mean?

Like something, anything before he died?

Well, he told me he was gonna die.

Not that he was gonna kill himself. I just... I don't get it.