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Regardless of the result.

Okay.

Now, I know about your fears,

but Phasmophobia,

fear of ghosts,

that's not one of them, right?

Right.

But you did fear ghosts.

I mean, we all did.

You mean when we were little?

Yes.

Like that, like a child feels.

That is the doorway

and that's what you've

gotta get back to.

That fear.

The borders between

these worlds start to blur

when you are paralyzed by fear.

When you're powerless

because of it, like a child,

then the door opens, and...

a spirit... can appear.

You're going to try to

scare the sh*t out me.

(chuckling)

Yes.

When can we go?

Tomorrow night.

Where are we going?

You do that homework

that I asked you to do?

Homework?

He asked me to think of

the scariest place

I knew from childhood.

To come in with

something in mind.

Mrs. Grissom,

where are we going?

St. Timothy Middle School,

goddamn Temecula.

(Ellison) Well, what is

it about this school?

What happened there?

(Miles) Kieran Saville

was in the sixth grade

when I was in seventh.

Smaller than he should

have been, and real quiet.

He always kept to himself.

He died.

(Ellison)

Tell me about his death.

(Miles)

He died inside locker 530.

(Charlotte)

He went missing in July.

Rode his bike from his house

and didn't come back.

They had search parties,

town meetings.

They dragged the river,

remember?

(Miles) When they pried

open the locker,

Kieran was inside.

It's a small place.

No summer school, no guards.

And someone shut him

in his locker,

way up by the woodshop

on the second floor,

where no one would

come till Fall.

Whoever did it never admitted it

and never got caught.

I wonder if they still call it

"The Coffin Locker."

(dog barking)

I done night shifts

two dozen years,

and this is

the weirdest sh*t ever.

You got one hour.

(computer beeps)

All right, Mr. Grissom,

would you lift your shirt

for me, please?

It's all right, this is

not going to hurt one bit.

There you are.

Okay, shirt down, thank you.

Give me your hand, please.

All right, now lick that,

like you do before you

take a shot of tequila.

He's not licking anything!

No, no, no, it's

Monosodium Glutamate,

it's a salt, an amino

acid crystallize.

It'll heighten

your fear receptors.

Look, we've all three been

together the whole time.

I haven't gone

into the building,

I'm not going into the building.

I don't know what the hell

is gonna happen.

My job, all this stuff,

it is to give you

your best chance

to see what you

came here to see.

It's safe.

(wipes off hand)

Now...

you put these on, please.

Do not take these off.

You promise me.

I promise.

All right.

(muffled)

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