Honestly, my mom won't say it, but we're completely broke.

The only thing that's left in our name things creepy old farmhouse.

Our grandfather left us in the middle of nowhere.

Why'd you bring me up here?

Entertainment value.

What is that?

But I do somehow.

A town that isn't anywhere near a tectonic plate that has no fault lines, no fracking, no loud music even is shaking on a daily basis.

Remember that one summer we got under table.

I found this in my living room.

Killer replica.

A replica of what?

A ghost trap.

There hasn't been a ghost sighting in 30 years.

New York in the eighties.

It's like the walking dead.

Your dad never mentioned this to you.

It's just my mom.

My grandfather died.

My mom says we're just here to pick through the rubble of his life.

Who are you?

Call it.

Call it long.

Call it karma.

I believe that everything happens for a reason.

Come on, darling.

It has a gunner seat.