Ghost Game

What the fuck? We're leaving.

Fuck that.

You know the rules.

What fucking rules? It's punk rock.

Shit.

Fucking shit.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

What are you doing?

I...

You've only been here a week and you're spying on me?

No, I was-- I was gonna.

On my fuckin' laptop?

Mine's dead.

The cord's still packed.

That was you, wasn't it?

Jesus, no.

What is this, like, a snuff film?

Three stitches and a night in the hospital.

But that was you.

In the mask.

And the softball trophy.

Come on, Laura.

This is bullshit.

How-- how can you expect to make living together work

if we're keeping secrets from each other?

At least throw down some pants!

Neighbor said there was a dead body in this car.

-Is that you? -Yeah. Yeah.

Uh, girl kicked me out.

Okay, we have two choices.

You can go make up with her, or you gotta clear out.

Come on, I brought breakfast!

Unpacked pack your Xbox.

Who's...

Oh, Vin, meet Adrian.

The creep with the scissors.

Harsh, but not inaccurate.

Adrian and I met online.

Through a private board.

Private board?

Sit down. Sit down, Vin.

Yeah, you know that video that you saw,

so it's not exactly a sex thing.

It's not a violence thing either.

It's-- it's a hobby. A lifestyle.

It's art.

We call it Ghost Game.

Hey, just-- just show him.

This is, like, prank shit?

Watch.

Okay, that's Mr. Whatley.

He has the best theories.

Whatley's overhyped.

So, this is, like, some cosplay home invasion?

No.

Again, it's a challenge.

You live in the house without the homeowners knowing.

Mr. Whatley was inside that house for eight nights.

That's my hand right there.

Money shot, money shot.

Oh! No!

Oh, no, sh-- shit!

Real nice.

Okay, Whatley has three rules.

Don't get caught.

Don't steal anything.

And have a plan.

I don't get it.

What's the point?

Well, the point is the thrill.

It's like...

An orgasm?

I was going to say therapy.

Look.

Adrian and I have been planning something short notice.

We got an opportunity.

An opportunity to break and enter?

A haunt.

That's what they're called.

And Adrian got a lead.

Can't really call dibs on a lead.

It's the first to the location who gets it.

So, you're not really asking for permission?

Okay.

I don't need anybody's permission.

So, if we're gonna do this,

I have to be able to live my own life

and you live your own life.

We have our own interests, our own hobbies.

Hobbies?

A hobby is fucking playing Catan.

Just tell him about the Halton House.

That might shut him up.

-Adrian. -What?

Halton House?

The Amityville place?

Oh, Amityville is a mass shooting.

This is a mass drowning. It's way harder.

Logistically speaking.

But wouldn't that place be empty?

Well, see that's the tip, Vinny.

The place was empty.

Previous owners already sold the property,

but new owners, new owners are just movin' in.

Dude, can I get a minute?

With my girlfriend. Please.

Picked a real winner here. Good job, Laura.

Okay, shut up, Adrian.

You're gonna break into a house with that asshole?

It's a two person-job.

Well, what if you had a new partner?

You can show me the ropes. I can learn.

Well, you can't exactly pick up a basketball

and play for the Wizards.

He doesn't seem like LeBron James.

Is he on the Wizards?

Okay, you know what?

Laura, you showed me this for a reason.

You wanted to let me in.

What about Adrian?

Tell him...

Tell him you're calling it off.

That I fucked everything up.

Your square boyfriend.

Always messing things up.

Always.

What? Fuckin' what?

It's everything off that we've done!

I'm not fuckin' anything up!

Everything!

Why the fuck are you yellin'?

Laura, shut the fuck up!

Okay, alright. In the car.

You don't want to us ruin our friendship, Adrian,

get the fuck out of here then!

Get the fuck out of here!

Get out of here!

I made it for you.

Do you like it?

Yeah, it's-- it's perfect.

Halton House.

Perhaps the most infamously haunted house in the U.S.

Despite its spacious accommodations

and dramatic architecture,

it sits abandoned on Terrace Hills, rotting.

The story of its prior residents,

so tragic and chilling,

it's warded off even the most curious for over half a century.

What lurks inside these walls

that could have driven an ordinary woman

to the most heinous of acts?

Adelaide Halton grew up in the manor.

Her father, Abraham Halton,

had inherited it from his father,

the former mayor of Terrace County,

Gunther Halton.

Both died young, mysteriously, in the house.

Adelaide Halton was named

Maryland's Homemaker of the Year,

a record five times,

a record that still stands, even in death,

if only that is what she was remembered for.

By all accounts,

the family was happy and thriving

up until that tragic evening.

Neighbors saw Adelaide playing with the children in the yard

just hours before,

laughing, smiling, a picture-perfect family.

What happened between then and the moment she prepared

for that final meal is anyone's guess.

Some have claimed the house was tainted in some way, haunted.

Time for dessert.

I've made custard.

Little did the unsuspecting family know

they were ingesting nightshade custard.

The flour is poisonous in large doses,

but Adelaide had other intentions,

lacing each pie with just enough to only paralyze her prey.

The house had five full baths,

enough for even the smallest members

to have their own tub.

It's unclear what happened next,

but legend has it that after killing her family,

Adelaide returned to the sitting room

for a glass of rosemary tea.

She then climbed to the top of Halton House,

for her final act.

After several days, authorities were sent to the home

to find all four members of the Halton family deceased.

I think-- I think this is it.

Whoa!

Oh, look. Look, look, look.

The window at the very top.

Fuck.

Hey!

Private property. Get lost!

He'll see our faces.

Hi! How are you?

I could shoot you.