So many questions ran through my head: Where was this room? Why was that chair there? Who was the old man? What the ever-loving fuck WAS this?!
Even then, I would’ve believed there was some benign explanation for all of it. Maybe Josh was working on a student film and had used these old horror movie tapes to store his footage on and what I was watching was simply unedited B-roll. Maybe someone had accidentally left the camera rolling between takes. Three times while recording on three separate tapes for each take.
And then the old man returned, dragging a frantically kicking woman into frame. What I originally mistook for a bucket was actually a helmet-like apparatus that was currently clamped down over the woman’s head. The wires hanging from the helmet were clipped to various parts of the woman’s body. She continued to flail in vain as the old man used the attached handle to drag her across the room.