She covered her mouth as Deputy Olsen stood in shock, watching the film in Elise's bedroom through it's entirety.

Deputy Olsen turned to Elise before turning off the projector, the both of them silent, especially Deputy Olsen.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Elise." She muttered.

Deputy Olsen played with his belt nervously "Elise, where did you find this film?" he asked.

Elise swallowed hard as she looked up at the deputy "I found it in a box in the attic when we moved in." she said.

"How long ago was that?" he asked.

"A week ago." She said, standing up "But here's the thing, I threw away that box twice, and it ended back up in the attic." She said.

The deputy nodded "Do you live alone?" he asked.

Elise shook her head "No, I live with my father." She said.

"Would your father bring that box back up the attic?" the deputy asked.

"Without asking me what it was? No." Elise responded.

Deputy Olsen cleared his throat "Why don't we go back downstairs? We have a lot to talk about." He said.

"The house you're currently living in used to be the residence of a man by the name of Ellison Oswalt and his family." Deputy Olsen stated.

Elise nodded, playing with a loose thread on her jeans.

"They were murdered in this house a year ago. Now, the report goes that Oswalt, his wife, and son were murdered but his daughter, Ashley, went missing. At the time, Mr. Oswalt was writing a true crime novel involving a family who also had the same fate at his family." The deputy said.

Elise sighed "Deputy, why did you knock on my door today?" she asked.

She kicked herself mentally, out of all the things that were running through her mind THAT was the question that escaped her lips?

Deputy Olsen cleared his throat "To warn you." He said.

"Warn me?" she asked.

The deputy nodded "The thing is, I don't know how to explain it to you without sounding crazy." He admitted.

"I'd believe you. I can see it your eyes." Elise said.

The deputy rose from his seat "Mr. Oswalt and his family had moved into that other family's house so he could write this novel about the murdered family and their missing daughter, Stephanie. However, it all became bigger than he had anticipated." He said.

"How?" she asked.

Deputy Olsen popped his knuckles "A string of murders with the same M.O. and a pagan deity by the name of Bughuul."

"Bughuul? Elise asked.

He nodded "Yeah. He, uhm, he is also known as Mr. Boogie, but anyway…he is or was a pagan deity who ate the souls of children."

Elise thought for a moment "That sounds…nice." She managed to get out.

Deputy Olsen sat next to her "But that's besides the point. I was working with Mr. Oswalt on this case when I figured out the connection between all the cases." He said.

"And?" Elise asked.

"The next victims in line all lived in the house after the previous victims." He said.

Elise cocked an eye brow as she looked at the deputy "I don't understand."

"Okay, so there was a family who died by drowning in their home, the next family lived in the house before moving away and BAM…died by burning alive in their car." The deputy said.

"WOAH!" Elise remarked, standing up "Okay. I get it!" she went on to say.

"They're all there…in those 8mm films." He said.

Elise covered her mouth "Holy shit." She remarked.

"They were in the attic of Ellison's house when he moved in," the deputy said "They're all connected to the house." He went on to say.

Elise looked at Deputy Olsen "You're telling me that there are snuff films in my house, and not just that, they are CONNECTED to my house because a family was murdered by a pagan deity who killed the family and took their youngest daughter to feast on her soul?"

Deputy Olsen stared at Elise "Did I miss anything?" Elise asked.

He stood up and looked her square in the eye "If you leave this house, you will die." He said.

Elise felt her heart fall into her stomach as she sat down on the couch, her hand on her chest as her heart raced.

"Elise?" he asked, sitting down next to her.

She turned to the deputy "Do you know where Ellison Oswalt's research is?" she asked.

"I have it." The deputy said.

Elise nodded "Can I borrow it?"

"Why?"

"Maybe there's a way to stop him." Elise suggested.

Deputy Olsen smiled "Okay. But just as long as I am along for the ride, cause if this gets over your head like it did Ellison, I'm ending it." He told her.

Elise agreed, shaking the deputy's hand as she finally escorted the deputy out of her house, before taking his shoulder to get his attention "What should I do with the films?" she asked.

The deputy shrugged his shoulders "Whatever you want." He said, walking off the porch and back to his patrol car.

Elise sat in front of her laptop, typing in the name of Ellison Oswalt to find many search results in front of her.

Half of the results were of his infamous book as well as his bombs while the other half were about his murder and his missing daughter.

Elise went on to spend several hours as she read every article resulting from the murder and watched every video report of the murder before going to watching interviews of Ellison.

She smiled as she listened to him, he seemed ambitious as he talked about his novels, though every newer once became worse and seemed to reek of desperation, or that's how it seemed to Elise.

Elise looked at the time, it was nearly noon and her father would be returning for a quick lunch soon; she closed her laptop and cleaned up the projector and films before realizing that she didn't have a plan for them.

Let's put it back in the attic. No.

Let's throw it away again. Yeah, just like it worked the past two times.

Let's burn it. Wouldn't that bring the 'deity' into the real world?

Elise huffed, taking the box as she placed it under her bed, she'd figure out what to do with it later as she took the sheet down once again and threw it in her dirty laundry hamper.

She took several deep breathes as she thought about all the information the deputy had given her; could it all be possibly true?

It had seemed skeptical, but she believed in stranger things.

"Give him a shot." Elise thought to herself as she left her bedroom to go downstairs and prepare lunch; she could feel it in her bones that this would become of something sinister.

But she couldn't help herself to 'finishing Ellison's work', or at least that's how she saw it.