There are three redeeming qualities to this pseudo-paranormal yarn:
A narrator who delivers a blow by blow description of the haunting in a painful monotone as stiff as Kevin Costner doing a poetry reading.
A spooky soundtrack composed by a three-fingered pianist.
A camera man who makes every shot of a building look like a hideout from "Batman".
Beyond these notables, there is little to recollect from this show. The usual creaks and groans from a condemned building, lights on EMF meters flashing on command, feelings of dread, unintelligible voices, and mysterious scratches on the back (possibly from the pianist). I can't see a reason why this show will survive.
A narrator who delivers a blow by blow description of the haunting in a painful monotone as stiff as Kevin Costner doing a poetry reading.
A spooky soundtrack composed by a three-fingered pianist.
A camera man who makes every shot of a building look like a hideout from "Batman".
Beyond these notables, there is little to recollect from this show. The usual creaks and groans from a condemned building, lights on EMF meters flashing on command, feelings of dread, unintelligible voices, and mysterious scratches on the back (possibly from the pianist). I can't see a reason why this show will survive.