Steve didn’t laugh. But somewhere in the dark, a phantom audience did. A slow, recorded clap. And the feeling that this wasn’t a haunting anymore. It was a franchise.
A man’s voice, shaky but theatrical, narrated: “What you are about to see is real. This is the sequel. The first haunting was bad. This one… this one has production value .”
The video cut to a Ouija board planchette sliding on its own, spelling out “MORE SCARES.” A chandelier fell in slow motion—but a cushion landed exactly where it hit. A ghostly figure in a bedsheet stood by the stairs, holding a clapboard that read: TAKE 2 .
The tape showed a family—mom, dad, two kids—sitting on the same living room floor where Steve’s cot now sat. They looked exhausted. Dark circles. Twitching. Then a title card appeared, handwritten in marker: A HAUNTED HOUSE 2 — 2014 —
By week two, Steve was desperate. He’d tried sage, salt lines, even a poorly worded Craigslist ad for a “paranormal plumber.” Nothing worked. Then he found the videotape in the attic. No label, just a dusty VHS wrapped in a 2014 grocery store receipt. He dug out a combo VCR/DVD player from Goodwill and pressed play.
The first night, he set up a cot in the living room. Around 2:14 a.m., the grandfather clock—which had no weights or pendulum—chimed fourteen times. Then all the drawers in the kitchen slid open in unison, like a slow-motion wave. Steve filmed it on his phone, posted it with the caption “Old house sounds,” and went back to sleep.
Steve laughed. Then he noticed the date burned into the bottom of the frame: 10/31/2014. And in the corner of the video, reflected in a dark window, stood a figure that looked exactly like him—wearing the same clothes he had on right now.