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If you love watching jumpy dweebs with 90's haircuts get scared by something almost happening then this is the indie ghost hunting documentary for you. It's got every kind of nothing. Disturbed dust, shadows created by the film crew's own lights, knocking, creaking, flying brick, old lady who keeps batteries in a glory hole, glowing animal eyes... You name it. This documentary has nothing for everyone.

I've seen this about a dozen times, starting in the early 90's, and every time I watch it I think that at some point I'm going to hear Love Is A Battlefield by Pat Benatar, but the actual song in the movie is Invincible by Pat Benatar. It's my own little Mandela effect. It's so strong that I'm kind of convinced that I'm not alone; I'm just the only one reporting it.

This is a fun movie, very indie — a pretty unique story. The sound is AWFUL. I watch most stuff with headphones on, so I noticed every imperfection, and it felt like there was at least one in every single scene. In some scenes, it was so bad that it was distracting.

I haven't seen this since I was a kid and it actually kind of holds up. I think it helped to watch it with a group of friends who were also kids in 1990. The kid just exudes little shit energy. He was perfect for this role.

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Boone County West Virginia is about 2 hours from where my Dad grew up. We went to many family reunions around there when I was a kid. All of these people felt familiar to me, in an uncanny way, like if my family had their spirits sucked out of them. What's crazy is that this was released in 2009 before fentanyl. It's probably way worse now.