SYNOPSIS
In November of the year 2000, in the residence housing of a small community college, life was about to change forever for 11 young men and women. After the discovery of an old abandoned farmhouse that lies hidden in the brush, the group finds itself captivated by its beauty, wonder and mystery. Many in the group are skeptical at first and believe the house is nothing more than a creepy and deserted place. That is however, until the night when one of them has an unearthly experience that is witnessed by the remaining members. The haunting realism and reality of the experience motivates the group to figure out what truth there is to the disturbing stories and rumors involving the house.
The journey the group embarks on, however, proves to be more difficult than anticipated. Stories, happenings, and clues don't make sense. People are missing and frustration is beginning to set in among the members of the group due to their lack of progression. However, it eventually dawns on the group that its inability to achieve answers is not one of personal intellectual limitations, but that someone, or some thing, is determined to prevent them from progressing any further in their exploration of the bizarre and mysterious. What began as something trivial has suddenly catapulted to obsession, an obsession the group cannot ignore. Thus begins a trepidatious odyssey into the murky, foreboding, unknown to unlock the truth of what happened to, and inside, the house on Port Robinson Road.
The evidence of something supernatural and paranormal existing in and around the house is astonishing. Images in photographs and video, voices on audio tape, the shadows of human beings standing before them, is beyond what the group could ever have imagined possible. But it is all real. The group finds itself spiraling into a world many people would be afraid to explore, afraid to talk about, afraid to acknowledge. Many lessons are learned on the perplexing and menacing journey, most of which will be unfortunately shaded and forgotten as life becomes more complicated in the ensuing years. But two lessons won't be forgotten. Two lessons will stay with the members of the group the rest of their lives: Not everything we see in life is real. Not everything real in life we see. We are not humans having a spiritual experience; we are spirits having a human experience.
The journey the group embarks on, however, proves to be more difficult than anticipated. Stories, happenings, and clues don't make sense. People are missing and frustration is beginning to set in among the members of the group due to their lack of progression. However, it eventually dawns on the group that its inability to achieve answers is not one of personal intellectual limitations, but that someone, or some thing, is determined to prevent them from progressing any further in their exploration of the bizarre and mysterious. What began as something trivial has suddenly catapulted to obsession, an obsession the group cannot ignore. Thus begins a trepidatious odyssey into the murky, foreboding, unknown to unlock the truth of what happened to, and inside, the house on Port Robinson Road.
The evidence of something supernatural and paranormal existing in and around the house is astonishing. Images in photographs and video, voices on audio tape, the shadows of human beings standing before them, is beyond what the group could ever have imagined possible. But it is all real. The group finds itself spiraling into a world many people would be afraid to explore, afraid to talk about, afraid to acknowledge. Many lessons are learned on the perplexing and menacing journey, most of which will be unfortunately shaded and forgotten as life becomes more complicated in the ensuing years. But two lessons won't be forgotten. Two lessons will stay with the members of the group the rest of their lives: Not everything we see in life is real. Not everything real in life we see. We are not humans having a spiritual experience; we are spirits having a human experience.
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