Boo, not ah, I am afraid, but boo, who green lighted this crap. Ah, something just brush my leg, ah geez man did you hear that, whoa, there is something down that hall! Ah, fake and self hyped. I lived in a house with a crypt in the basement, four family members were entered in it, a graveyard 25 feet from the house with several families buried in it and a graveyard for the servants and slaves just down the hill. And I never ever encountered any "paranormal activity, even when my brothers would carry out seance with ouiji boards and all, sorry fantasy fans, nothing, Nadia, zilch. Our mother would be ferrous with them, she firmly believed but was never able to produce any tangible reason other than the typical he said- she said sand when we were girls we did a thing in the mirror and I saw my dead sister, ah! We eventually relocated to a farm house that was used as a civil war hospital for two years, we even would recover human bones when plow the horse paddock and never once encountered a spook, Spector, apparition or unexpected event, contrary to the caretakers insistent that the house was rampant with unsettled spirits. Sorry to burst the old bubble but there you have it, over active imagination and wishful thinking. Sorry.