raw footage shows a woman and man sitting around a table, they are holding hands and there's enough eye contact to indicate they are lovers. the man is in his forties the woman late twenties. there is one other person there, a medium, we see the back of her head but never the face, however we hear her voice, she is asking if someone is there, the table starts to shake and the couple grip hands tighter. the medium has a grim determination upon her face, 'who is this?'
suddenly her mouth opens and her head is thrown back, her eyes remain open but have been replaced with a red colored pigment, not bloodshot but crimson. her voice changes dramatically.
'you have summoned me humans. you know the cost?'
the couple look nervously at one another, this was not expected, they never once considered the idea that there may be authentic demonic contact. they had been exposing fake mediums for almost a decade and never had they seen anything that came in this form. despite the technology and sophisticated slight of hand most mediums used, this was frighteningly realistic.
'what is the cost demon?'
'one human life. one pathetic life. whose is it to be, yours or the pretty little girl, or the host who i inhabit.'
the woman breaks the circle, she stands up.' martin, i think we need to leave, this is just getting to heavy.'
'demon, i want proof that here is life after death, not trickery, how do i know this is not an elaborate trick.'
'there is death after life then life after death. you request proof, i then i chose your soul.'
martin fell forwards, his face slamming into the table.
the woman, grabbed him and lifted his head from the table, the medium opened her eyes. she looked at the scene before her and rubbed her eyes.
'it's martin, i think he's dead.' the girl said.
the medium laughed, 'what is going on, off course i am not dead.'
that's when the screaming started.