A Haunted House 2 -2014- Official

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 —

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. a haunted house 2 -2014-

The lights went out. The grandfather clock chimed fourteen again. When they came back on, the Ouija board was on his cot. The planchette moved. It spelled: S-T-E-V-E—then—D-I-E—then—C-U-T—then—L-A-U-G-H. The tape showed a family—mom, dad, two kids—sitting

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 . Twitching

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 old Asher place had stood empty for thirty-seven years. When Steve bought it at auction for back taxes, the townies just shook their heads. “You don’t know what you’re dragging home,” old Mrs. Cutter warned from her porch. Steve laughed. He was a skeptic, a part-time magician who made balloon animals at kids’ parties. Ghosts? Please.

The second night, the piano played itself. Not a song—just one note. Middle C. Over and over. Steve unplugged the piano from the wall. It had never been electric. He slept in his car.