Are You There?

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?

- 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 , 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?

- 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.

Now we wait.

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?

- 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.

- 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?

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?