GHOST Caught on Camera & Paranormal Activity at Haunted Asylum S5:Ep2

GHOST Caught on Camera & Paranormal Activity at Haunted Asylum S5:Ep2

August 7, 2019 64 By William Hollis


Claire: Stop! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOPSTOP! Claire: AHHHHHH!!! STOOOOPPP! STOP YOU’RE GONNA KILL HIM! Claire: STOP! Branson: Claire!
Claire: STOOOPPP! Branson: Claire! Claire!
Claire: *screaming* Branson: Hey, Claire! Claire! Claire, wake up! You’re dreamin. You’re dreamin. Hey-Lo. Hello. Hello. Wakey-Wakey. Branson: Hi. How are you? Branson: You’re having a nightmare.
Claire: Oh my god. Branson: You’re having a nightmare.
Claire: Oh my god. Claire: *sniffle*
Branson: You’re okay. Phew. That was scary. Claire: It was Buster! Branson: Buster? Claire: Yes, Buster!
Branson: Your dog? Claire: Yes!
Branson: The…The dog. The dead ghost dog? Claire: Yes! The dog I used to have! He was… Claire: Okay. He was chasing me. I was locked out of the house, freaking out. Claire: (crying) He started attacking you! It was… Branson: We’re okay Claire. It was just a dream.
Claire: There was.. Branson: Everything will be okay. Claire: I was just freaking out. He was…He was chasing me and… Claire: He went after you and he just started attacking you. And I tried to get him off and… Claire: And he turned around and he bit me! Branson: It’s okay. It was just a dream.
Claire: There was blood everywhere. Branson: You must’ve banged your arm against something. Like you were sitting in your Archie Bunker chair and…
Claire: No. That’s right where it bit me! Branson: No. You were on your Archie Bunker chair and you moved to this spot. You definitely hit it on something on the way. Claire: There’s no way Branson. Claire: What if it’s like a Freddy Krueger dream? Like one of those. Branson: That’s just a movie. First of all. And…
Claire: It could be real!!!! Branson: Nah, it’s a Freddy Krueger….
Claire: There was like an alien, like two weeks ago!!! Branson: It’d be a Freddy Krueger dog. Which isn’t bad. Hmm?
Claire: Branson. I’m freaking out. God. Branson: You’re gonna be okay. Here, I’ll make it feel better. *kiss* Ugh…I did not think that through. That really stunk. Claire: That is disgusting.
Branson: It was a mistake. Claire: Well it’s starting to sting now because all you eat is…sriracha and salty things. Claire: It stings!
Branson: Go get yourself some Advil. You’ll feel beter. Branson: She’ll be fine. Branson: Watch. Five seconds, you know, she’s gonna come yell at me in her voice. And I know exactly what she’s gonna say. Branson: 5…4…3…2…1… Claire: Branson, where’s the tylenol?! KJ: Come on Sanchez. KJ: You know. I’m getting real sick and tired of these fetch missions for Claire. I don’t know why she just didn’t send Jessie. KJ: I mean, I’m King James! Man people better recognize….I’m tired of these people disrespecting me. KJ: You know, Claire. Branston. Jessie. The freakin dog. The cat. KJ: I mean, Jessie eats all my freaking Doritos. KJ: Branston. He’s a puss. KJ: Claire. I love her to death but she always got me out here in the woods or something! KJ: Man, you know Sanchez…This is pretty creepy. You know? KJ: Yeah, creepy. You know. In every single movie, the black guy always dies first. KJ: And they got me out here with a Mexican. KJ: You’re dying first buddy if anybody dies this time. KJ: This stuff is really starting to creep me out, man. KJ: I wonder how Claire feels though. Everything that goes on. I know it’s gotta be working her. But I got an outlet, you know. Liz. KJ: Video games. Love video games, man. I can’t wait till that Halo 5 come out in a few weeks. KJ: Oh this is creepy man. Real creepy. KJ: Don’t know if I can do this Sanchez, but I’m gonna do it for Claire, alright? KJ: Alright, man. Come on. Let’s go. Jessie: Rico, come on. Jessie: Come on. Jessie: Shhhhhh. Jessie: Well, man. Welcome to RedCrow Psychiatric Facility. Jessie: Last time Claire sweet talked security to get in so…I’m not exactly a pretty woman so, yeah. It doesn’t work out too well for me. Jessie: Alright. Jessie: We’re gonna have to check hallways. We got a lot…We’re looking for the lost…the 33rd wing. Jessie: It’s like some kind of mysterious wing. They did a bunch of fucking…What do you call it? Jessie: They were basically trying to combine exorcism and science. And figure something out to where it was like foolproof. Jessie: But it obviously didn’t work cause you can’t mix science and religion, okay? So we gotta look for the fucking doors, okay? 33rd wing. Alright? Jessie: I don’t like this hallway man. This is where we found the dead girl. Jessie: This place still gives me the fuckin willies dude. Jessie: Alright, shhh. Jessie: Alright, stay away from the window. Jessie: (reading) Laundry room and showers… Jessie: I don’t know. Let’s check this out maybe. Jessie: What do you mean, ‘what are we doing here?’ We’re…Woah… Jessie: Alright. So the reason we’re here is, we gotta find a fucking tape, okay? There should be a bunch of tapes this doctor… Jessie: Alright, we don’t want to go that way. It’s the dead lady hallway. Uh…This doctor, he recorded all this shit. Jessie: He was a real fucking weirdo, man. We broke into his house stole some other shit. Well, we’re trying to find the rest of his tapes, okay? Jessie: But they’re in this wing. Jessie: Supposedly Claire’s sister was here. And I don’t know if she wants to find out if she’s on them or what. I don’t know. Jessie: They send me on all these retarded fucking missions. Jessie: Alright. There we go. Claire: Ow. God.. Claire: This thing is never gonna work right again. Glad I didn’t have to do this way back in the 90s. That would have sucked. Claire: Shit. *quick buzz*
Claire: Did you hear that? Branson: Hey.
Claire: *screams* Branson: AHHH! Jesus Christ! What the fuck? Ugh. Claire: Are you okay? Branson: You..Ugh..You backhanded me.
Claire: Are you okay? Branson: You backhanded me.
Claire: Are you okay? Branson: I’m okay. Claire: Ow…Owwwww.
Branson: Are you okay? Claire: Owwww.
Branson: Come here. What’s wrong? Claire: I think my hand’s gonna fall off. I’m pretty sure.
Branson: Oh, you’re okay. Claire: Get off. Quit it.
Branson: No, no. Come here. Come here. Branson: Come here. Come here. Come here.
Claire: Quit. (laughing) Stop! Get off! Branson: Just give my a hug.
Claire: Stop. Branson: Give me a hug. Everything you put me through. I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Claire: Why are you being all lovey? Claire: Okay? You’re being extra nice. Branson: What? Why you ruin the moment? Way to ruin the moment. Claire: I’m not ruining! Stahp!
Branson: Ow, my ribs. Claire: What am I ruining?
Branson: My ribs are hurt. Branson: You won’t take my nipples. You fool! Paco this is abuse! Claire: Stop. Do you hear that? That’s what I heard. Listen.
*radio buzzing in and out* Branson: Isn’t it broken?
*radio buzzing* Claire: I know…Yeah…I’m think… Claire: Yeah…It’s not even plugged in. Branson: Aw shit. I hate old things.
*radio buzz* Claire: I love vintage!
*20s music starts to play through* Branson: Well, vintage hates you. Claire: Well, it can still learn to love me!
Branson: Yeah, well. Claire: (to radio) Hey! Listen here. Do you know who I am? *music turns to sick screams*
Claire: Uh…Okay…Didn’t…Didn’t expect that. Um… Branson: It’s just a friendly ghost.
Claire: What is that?! No! Is this Hell?! Branson: No, listen.
Claire: Is this Hell? You tell me right now! Branson: He’s friendly. He’s jive. *terribly painful screams come through* Claire: OWWWWW! Claire: STOOOPPP! STOP! STOP! *Hell sounds stop* Branson: Ahhhhhh….
Claire: Owww. Branson: That was loud.
Claire: Are my ears bleeding?
Branson: Yeah. Branson: That was terrible. That was terrible music. That’s terrible.
Claire: What the hell? Claire: Okay. Okay.
Branson: I no longer like music. Claire: Enough of the music.
Branson: Okay. Branson: That was not…That was not fun for anybody. That…No. Nobody would enjoy that. Claire: I need more Advil.
Branson: Me too. Claire: None of this makes sense.
Branson: Mm-Mm. Claire: You know what sucks? Is, it’s gonna make sense. Eventually. Branson: Hopefully sooner than later. I’m tired. Winter is coming. Branson: Ahh…
Claire: I’m going to bed. Branson: I’ll be there in a second. Oh my goodness.
Claire: Ow. Ow. Branson: You are such an old woman.
Claire: My head. My knee. Branson: You need to slow down.
Claire: I know! I’m like 80 inside of 20. Branson: You need to slow down. Come on. It’s…It’s taking it’s toll. Let’s go to bed. Branson: As long as those hips still work. Giggitti. Giggitti. Giggitti. KJ: Man, these cameras gotta get night vision, Sanchez. KJ: I’m scared as hell, man. KJ: I don’t know what the hell Claire got us looking for back here. KJ: I don’t know what she wants us to find. Dead body? I mean…I don’t know. KJ: I don’t like dead bodies though. You like dead bodies Sanchez? KJ: Yeah. This is more than what I signed up for. KJ: You know…Claire. I trust Claire. KJ: Okay, you know. Paco is my boy. Trust him, but where’s he at? I don’t trust you. You already know that. KJ: Don’t trust Branston. KJ: Sure as hell, don’t trust Jessica Rabbit. Fucking Satan reincarnate. He’s got the devil inside. You know? KJ: Yeah. I know you know. You’ve been locked up with him before. I can’t stand Jessie. KJ: Always putting his fucking greasy little hands on my xbox controller. Getting it all slippery. KJ: And then Branson and his frickin lotion. Look man, I’m King James. They need to bow down. *loud moaning and growling* KJ: What the hell was that? KJ: You hear that Sanchez? That’s the same shit we heard the other night, man. KJ: Dude. I don’t give a shit. I’ll tell you what man, you can sit back there and cower all you want to. I will push you in front of the monster! KJ: Let a monster jump out here tonight boy! I’m pushing you dead in front of the monster! I am NOT dying out here. KJ: Okay? You will die before me, okay? KJ: Shit. No. Come on. Come on. Don’t back away Sanchez. I’m not fucking playing with you Sanchez. Let’s… *loud moan* *trees crackling* KJ: There it is again…. Jessie: Get a light on me man. Jessie: It’s not empty yet, dude. Jessie: Come on. Jessie: Shhhh. Jessie: No shit. Ain’t nobody been here awhile. I don’t know why there’s still lights on. Jessie: Choose your attitude. Make their day. Be present. Jessie: What the fuck does that mean? Jessie: I guess up we go. Jessie: Dude, this place is huge. Jessie: How the hell do you hide something this big? Jessie: No shit… Jessie: Well, look for something that looks like a doctor’s room or something man. Jessie: Just keep your eyes peeled man. Weird shit fucking happens around here. *loud slam* Jessie: Like that kind of weird shit. Jessie: Come on. Jessie: I’ll bet you exactly what we’re looking for is in that room. Jessie: Conference room. Jessie: Well. This looks like it’s as good of a place as any. Not much left in here. Jessie: Where the fuck would they put a tape? *gasp* Jessie: No hidden walls…Nothing? Jessie: There’s a chair. Jessie: This is why I hate doing this. Jessie: They send me places. They don’t exactly give me much detail. Jessie: I mean, what’s her sister’s name? Ca….It starts with a C… Jessie: Um…Constance! Jessie: I mean, I’ve never even met the girl before. I barely…I don’t even how to spell her name. Jessie: And they got me looking for some fucking tape with her on it. Jessie: I ain’t even fucking prepared. I didn’t bring no food. *loud crash* Branson: We only have Advil, honey! Claire: Aren’t those the ones that taste good?
Branson: Yeah, they’re candy coated. Claire: Can I have like…five?