Paranormal Witness (2011) s02e07 Episode Script

That house changed every aspect of my life and my children's lives.
And it changed us to the core of who we are.
They obviously prepared the bodies in this room.
I've never in my life seen stuff like I saw in this house, never.
There was something tormenting my son.
Thy will be done! I thought, this thing is trying to kill me.
It wants me dead.
Back in 1987, I had a wonderful life.
I lived in a little small town in upstate New York Uh, with my husband, Alan My four children Brad, my daughter Jennifer, and A.
J.
And then there was the oldest, Philip.
He was very mischievous.
They all idolized him.
He was the big brother.
They played baseball and lived normal life riding bicycles out front.
And uh, it was just a nice, slow-paced life.
There was nothing that I thought could destroy our lives.
- Philip was 13.
- Hello.
And I noticed a small lump at the low portion of his neck.
Baby.
It turned out the cancer was very serious.
It was Hodgkin's Lymphoma.
Unfortunately, we had found that there was no childhood cancer treatment centers, in the area where we lived.
And we had to go to Hartford, Connecticut, which was 300 miles round-trip a day.
And we were making that trip five times a week.
The treatment was new.
And it was very radical and very aggressive.
The radiation was so intense that it burned his skin and turned it black.
Just going back and forth was taking such a toll on his body with the headaches and the nausea and the body aches that this child was suffering.
And I can't reach around and comfort him or hug him or hold him.
I was afraid that the trip itself was gonna kill Philip Let alone the cancer.
My husband and I decided that we needed to move to Connecticut to be near his doctors.
Okay? It was very difficult to find a place to live in Connecticut.
I looked at everything in the papers and called every realtor.
So I was gonna take this town house regardless, even though it was sight unseen.
It was our last resort basically.
I begged Al.
And I said, please, please, please, go in and check.
- See if it's okay.
- What? No, come on.
- Mar'.
- No.
Go.
Go on.
Please.
So now I'm chewing my nails, waiting on him to come back out.
He was gone about 15 minutes.
What? Come see.
And we go into the house And everything looks pretty normal.
But then I started noticing above every entrance way, there was a crucifix.
It was a funeral home.
I think the word, oh, my God.
Came out many, many times.
Then Alan took me down into the basement.
There was a counter that ran around the three walls.
There was another room off to the right.
They obviously prepared the bodies in this room.
And I thought, oh, my God, this is an embalming machine.
This This had people's fluids going through it.
When I turned around, I could see this lift.
I realized that that lift was what they put the coffins on and lifted them up through the floor.
And I looked at Al, and I said, we have a son that has cancer.
I don't want him thinking about his own mortality.
We cannot live here.
And he said, we've got no choice.
Our savings are gone.
Our resources are gone.
We're stuck.
And I decided I would do the best I could and I would make it a home and try to keep it from the children that it was a funeral home.
I remember, I was really excited because of the size of the house.
It was humongous.
And I thought to myself, wow, this is like a palace.
This is like a castle.
Al had to return directly back to New York to work.
I had to continue with Phil's treatments and then try to get the house settled on my own.
I decided to put Philip in the basement room.
It was right next to the bathroom.
He was still suffering with a lot of nausea and vomiting.
I could keep my ears open so I could hear when he needed me.
The very first night we stayed there, Philip went downstairs to his bed.
He was totally wiped.
No.
I was on the phone with Al.
Don't be ridiculous.
I was explaining how the day had gone and what was going on.
I'll probably check on Philip a little later.
Philip.
Hmm.
No, Philip's got to start school again.
Philip.
Bye.
I heard somebody calling my name.
And I explained to him that I had been on the phone with his dad and that he had probably heard, through the way the sound traveled in an empty house, me say his name.
I'm sure that's what it was.
And he said, no, we have to leave this place and never come back.
It's evil.
Careful.
My brother was a real prankster growing up, so when he said, oh, this is where they displayed the coffins, I said, yeah.
I said, you're just pulling my leg.
And he said, no, I can prove this used to be a funeral home.
Philip wasn't a fool.
He had been messing around in the rooms where he wasn't supposed to be.
Give it a try.
I didn't really want to, but, you know, it's my older brother daring me to do it.
And when your older brother dares you, you have to do it.
The lights were going around and around and around and around.
Stop.
Stop.
Light, dark, light, dark, light, dark, light, dark.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop! He was really trying to creep me out.
And the next morning, he said that There's something cool about these counters, that go all the way around the room.
Put it right here.
Once that hole was exposed, I just remember a dark darkness behind it.
Phil was in front.
Then it was me.
Then naturally me being the youngest one, I was in the rear.
And it was like a long, dark cave to me.
You all right, Brad? Yeah.
I noticed there was a stain on the ground.
I was touching the stain.
And it was It was a dark, thick substance.
And it was really sticky.
All of a sudden, Phil took his flashlight, and he pointed it to the wall.
What What is that? It was a deep, dark red, the color of blood.
What What is that? We're all getting nervous, and we're all getting freaked out and spooked.
Is that blood? Get out! I could just hear them screaming, get out of here.
Get out of here.
When they came by me, there wasn't a whole lot of room, so naturally, I got pushed out of the way.
Go! Go! Go! They were white as ghosts.
And they said that there was blood coming out of the walls.
I said, if there was blood coming out of the wall, I would see evidence of it.
I thought that just paint running down the wall that was dried.
And I started laughing at them.
And I said "Scared yourselves, didn't you?" "That's what you get for going in there.
You had no business being in there anyway.
" I felt that there was something wrong with the house.
And I was really unnerved.
I didn't want to be in the house any more.
I wanted to bring life back to the way it was before my brother got sick.
One day, I noticed the crucifix inside the basement room disappeared.
You could see the perfect outline.
I believed that the kids were being mischievous and taking them down, playing a prank on mom.
I was worried about Philip, who had been so ill.
The treatment was putting a lot of stress on him.
And he was going through more than I can probably imagine.
Philip.
Philip.
The voices again? He said he was hearing them every night.
But now he was seeing things as well.
I was pretty sure it was a consequence of the radiation to the head.
It's okay, honey.
I was surprised that he wasn't seeing pink elephants.
I was afraid that Philip was telling the other kids these stories, and they're gonna believe it no matter what.
We'd been living in the house, I guess, at least six months.
Bedtime.
- What is it? - Shh.
He was going, shh, shh.
Don't say nothing, don't say nothing, be quiet.
Shh, be quiet.
Look over in the corner, there's four guys sitting over in the corner.
Look at those guys over there.
My robot was going crazy.
And the four guys were standing around it.
All I'd seen was the dark cloaks.
I couldn't see if they had any faces or not.
All of a sudden, all four of 'em simultaneously My heart's in my throat, scared, you know, just about to pee in my pants.
- Mom! - Mom! - There's four men in the basement.
- There's people in the basement.
- And there's a - I was more angry than frightened.
Come on.
If somebody is in my house with my babies, I get angry.
I was going down to rip them a new one.
Brad and Phil are right there next to me.
I want you to wait here.
Don't move.
They're scared to death.
The next way of coming into the basement would have been through the back half of those rooms.
I went from room to room, looking.
Oh, God! We looked in every possible room and every possible place.
And there was nobody there.
It's okay.
Go ahead and sit down.
Police.
No, well, I mean, I'm I went to Can I call you back? My mom noticed the crucifixes were disappearing off the walls, but we were getting blamed for it.
Okay, bye-bye.
We kept telling our parents that we weren't doing it.
It was whatever was in the house.
Philip! Brad! Mom, can we play? I said, all right, all of you, family meeting, there's no ghost.
We live in a funeral home or what used to be a funeral home.
There is no such thing as ghosts.
They blamed Phil for a lot of the stuff that we were seeing.
I told him he needed to start Acting his age and stop Toying with the children.
And I don't want to hear any more ghost stories! It was hard for me to be angry with Philip.
He had been so sick.
He'd been through so much.
It was a year after we moved in.
I came home from school one day, and he had moved his bed from my bedroom to the next room over or the embalming room.
And I said, you were so afraid of that room.
Why are you all of a sudden going in there? And he just shrugged his shoulders.
Phil was constantly getting in trouble.
Puberty was kicking in.
He'd moved to a strange city.
He had cancer.
He was hearing voices.
He was seeing things.
His doctors were telling him it wasn't the medication.
He became more withdrawn.
He didn't really talk to us as much.
He rarely smiled.
I did not know how to deal with this other being.
This person that he had become.
I wanted my baby back to who he was.
Come on, let's go.
The second summer we lived there, two cousins come stay with us, Kim and Tammy.
Me and Philip had a really great relationship.
We just had this deep connection, brotherly, sisterly, playful.
How are you doing? Everybody greeted me at the door except for Philip.
I was kind of hurt.
I wanted to hug him.
I wanted him to To be excited with me that I was there, you know.
He just wasn't.
Phil had this book he always wrote in.
So I'd come in there, and I'd start bugging him or What are you writing? What are you writing? He'd just sit there, and he'd just look at me.
It would send chills up my spine.
I was helping Aunt Carm clean.
Philip's room would get quite messy.
As I went through Philip's notebook, I felt as if I were, you know Invading his privacy, taking something from him.
But I was worried for him.
I started to read the words.
And they were very dark words.
Everywhere about death Murder, the word "kill.
" It was very terrifying to read some of the dark thoughts that was going on in his head.
And then I began to wonder if they were his writings at all.
Because Philip was dyslexic.
I had spent years of trying to teach him to write the alphabet let alone these complete, complex words.
When I ask him, how did you write them? He said "the man helped him write them.
" That's my spot.
One night, we were at dinner.
Philip reached around me at the dinner table, and his sleeve went up.
What's that? And I noticed these scratches in his arms.
What is this? Philip.
Philip.
And I'd ask him, Philip, why are you doing that? Why are you making yourself bleed? What are you doing? And he would say, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know why I'm doing it.
Something is telling me to do this.
This was not Philip's nature at all.
It wasn't anything that I was used to.
But now he was different.
You could always seem him kind of just leaning around, looking out at you.
It would scare me.
It would spook me.
As time progressed and Philip's personality changed more and more He became more aggressive.
He'd come and say something to me, and I'd say something back to him.
And the next thing I know, we were throwing punches.
Why are you so angry? And then Tammy went to defend Brad.
Get off of him, Philip! Come on, what is wrong with you? And he went and ran into my room.
And he just destroyed my room.
Philip, no! Stop, let go of me! Stop! Stop! Let go of me! Stop it.
No.
Out of nowhere, he became very, very strong Stop! Stop it! Threw me across the room like I was nothing.
It put the fear of God in me.
This was a person who had cancer.
He was a sick boy.
There was no way he was able to throw me across the room like that.
After this big fight with Philip, things really started to change for me.
It was like hands were grabbing the bed covers and pulling them down.
I felt like something was coming after me.
- Aunt Carmen? - Yeah.
I I don't know what it is, but My bed covers are being pulled off of my bed.
And my shirt is, like, being lifted up.
She would feel it pulling at her bra strap.
I felt very violated.
She was very frightened because she didn't see what was pulling at her sheets, and she didn't see what was pulling at her blanket.
But at the end of the day, there is no way I believed that is was ghosts.
The only conclusion I could come up with was that it was my son, my baby.
That he was doing this.
Okay, guys, time to go.
I didn't know what to feel or what to think.
I was more like a robot running on, battery power than anything.
Your emotions are very torn.
- What's wrong, mom? - Nothing, nothing.
This is your prized possession.
This is your firstborn child.
And you adore him.
And you've suffered through his skinned knees and his His cancer and his Dyslexia.
But you have to protect your nieces and your daughters and the other children in the house.
Alan was in New York, so I'm left with deciding on how to handle it.
I called his doctor.
It's about Philip.
And I said, this is what's going on.
It has to be handled before it gets any further.
And he said I was describing Schizophrenia.
It's time to have him committed.
I was a vacuum.
My emotions were just Completely Void.
Come 6:00, I'm trying to act as if nothing's going on, everything's normal.
I make his favorite dinner.
After dessert, we'll have a race outside, guys.
We're gonna have a race, okay? All of you guys And I will be the judge.
And whoever runs They didn't even knock.
They just entered into the house.
It was just, like, all the happiness was gone.
Everybody was sitting there quiet.
- Come on, son, come with us.
- Kids, can you come with me? Mom, please, mom, don't do this.
Mom? And your son's looking at you, saying, mom, don't do this.
Mom, please, don't do this.
- Why are they here? - Son.
What did I do? He was screaming at this point, you know, why, what's going on? Where Where are we going? Why are they here? I couldn't tell him.
I just would cry and tell him, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, Philip.
Why are they here? I wanted to believe him.
I wanted to believe him.
But every time that they had told me that there was something going on, I went in there, and I looked, and I never found anything.
So I couldn't prove That there was anything there.
Mom! So I had to cover all my bases.
And I had to make sure the other children were safe.
Mom! I'm right behind you, baby.
Mom! I want to go home! Mom! And then they strapped him in a straitjacket.
No! And they wouldn't let me go in.
He said, "mama, don't leave me.
Mama, don't leave me.
" "Now that I'm gone, they're gonna come after you.
" He's yelling, "now that I'm gone, they're gonna come after you.
" I'm so sorry.
What did I do? I cried the entire way, and I was angry.
Everything he said to me as I left preyed on my mind.
They're gonna come after you.
I felt very conflicted because for months, I had been finding rational explanations for everything.
But at this point, I was in such a rage that I was ready to believe anything Other than that my son was gonna be a schizophrenic the rest of his life.
I went directly down the back stairs.
And I said, all right, you son of a bitch, you want to play, you come play with me.
It was very Very solemn, very still, very eerie Just a quiet eerie.
I sat there for hours.
Nothing ever appeared.
It wasn't long after, in my room Philip wasn't around.
This wasn't something that he did.
You know, he's not home.
He's in the hospital.
- Aunt Carm.
- Who is it? - It's happening again.
- Philip's not in the house.
And I have no explanation for what's going on.
On the way out I happened to notice that the last crucifix had disappeared.
So all of the crucifixes in the house were now gone.
At this point, nothing that I knew to be true was true.
Nothing that I understood To be was what it was.
I was in the Twilight Zone.
Though a host should encamp me against me, my heart shall not fear.
Got her tucked into bed.
And I began to read from the Bible.
One thing have I desired of the Lord that I will seek after.
That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all And she said, Aunt Carmen, it's coming.
Can you feel it? It's coming.
Yea, I will sing praise unto the Lord I felt a hand just rise up under my clothes.
Get it off! I can see the bones and the wrist and the knuckles.
It was violating.
It was just horrifying.
I scooped her up.
And I ran into the dining room.
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on heaven.
No.
I can feel it coming.
Aunt Carm, I can feel it coming.
And she says, Aunt Carmen, can you feel it? It's coming, and I can feel it.
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
- Growling and the motion of the room - It's coming back! - And the coldness, the smell - It's coming for me.
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done! I could feel it, but I couldn't see it or fight it back.
My rosary begins to levitate up off my neck.
I realized that I was wrong in committing Philip at this point.
So I pick up the phone, and I call the church.
Fortunately, they believed me.
And they just told me that there would be an exorcist there tomorrow.
I was so joyous that finally Somebody's gonna come in to heal my family.
The shower curtain very quickly wrapped around me.
And I couldn't push away.
It was completely tightened around my face As if somebody was trying to smother me.
And it's getting tighter.
Help! Help! I thought, this thing is trying to kill me.
It wants me dead.
Help! Help! Tammy! I hear my Aunt Carm calling for me.
And the more I screamed, the tighter it got.
If I didn't get her out soon, she would suffocate.
I got you! It's okay! I pulled, and I ripped.
That house changed every aspect of my life, my children's lives.
And it changed us to the core of who we are.
The guilt of what I've done to my son is overwhelming.
I knew that I had to get Philip out of the hospital.
And get that stigma removed from him.
You coming? The first time I saw him, I just grabbed a hold.
And I held him, and I rocked him.
And I rubbed his head.
And I said, I am so sorry, baby.
Are you there? I can hear you.
Can you hear me? Well, I told my mom from day one That the house was evil.
My parents weren't believing me.
And I guess, yeah, I became more fascinated with Rather than frightened.
Of the things that were in the basement.
My mom was trying to be strong on one hand And do what she thought felt was right, you know.
But I definitely felt a sense of betrayal.
It took a lot of time for Philip to re-trust Just through everyday love and trust and Conversation.
It's hard to describe the way, you know, evil can actually Find its way into little nooks and crannies in your life and You know, begin to manipulate you like that.
He came to me one day in the kitchen about a week before he passed.
And he said "Mom, am I evil?" I was stunned.
I I was "No, baby, you're not evil.
" "You're a sweet, sweet boy.
" "And I'm proud of you.
"