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I opened the door to the basement and flipped the light switch. Thankfully the naked bulb that was hanging down from the ceiling was still in working order. The stairs creaked as I descended them. Most folks might have been scared, but I make horror movies for a living, so this was like a day at the office for me.

The walls of the basement were lined with shelves, all containing reels of film, VHS tapes, and what looked like generic DVD cases. In one corner was a TV, a VCR/DVD player, and a vintage movie projector and collapsed screen.