John B. Allen (MrBallen)

It's late at night.

The neighbor opens the door, they're like, what's going on?

The girls are hysterical.

They're like, oh my God, there's a ghost in our house.

There's writing on the walls.

And the neighbor is aware of the fact that they've lost their mother and understands that this is a very difficult time for them.

And so no judgment passed, has no idea what's happening, just says, get in the house, we're gonna wait for your dad.

You stay here and we'll wait for your dad.

And he'll know what to do.

And so the girls, they're just happy to be away from their own house.

Frank, not that much longer, comes home, and the neighbor sees him pull into the driveway, immediately flags him down, and as gently as he can, he explains, like, hey, so your daughters are with me.

They're fine.

I don't know what's going on in your house.

They seem very spooked about something to do with writing on the walls in your basement.

I don't really know, but they're very shaken up.

They're at my house right now.

I just want you to know.

And Frank is like, okay, like he knows what this is about.

Like this has been going on now for a week.

And really all he's thinking is, I guess I better plan for, you know, therapy or something for my kids.