Before the current owners flew to Paris, they said a few words to the camera on the front lawn.
He:
- It is hard to imagine what could have happened years ago in this house. Until I'm concerned that the whole family is dismembered somewhere in the ground, under the basement floor, or something like that.
She:
Sometimes you hear noises, as if the ghosts are still wandering around the house. For example, I am sitting at the kitchen table, and suddenly I feel a shiver down my spine, as if the hostess ... or her husband or daughter ... as if one of them passed me by.
He:
- We didn't know anything when we bought this house, we had no idea what happened here. Someone bought it from a girl, then resold it, and finally we bought it from strangers. But as soon as I found out what had happened here, I read all about it in the paper. So I can't help but wonder how did he survive? Well, what? It's very strange for me, don't you think?
Alan, who was listening around the corner of one of the TV crew's cars, couldn't stand it and shouted:
- I'm sorry! What is that supposed to mean ?!
One of the technicians turned on his heel and tried to silence him, but Alan treated him properly.
- I'm not gonna be silent, damn it! he shouted even louder, then turned to the pensioner:
- What are you suggesting ?!
The guy's eyes widened in astonishment. Apparently, he had no idea the person he was talking about was around.
The ponytail producer grabbed Alan by the arm and tried to gently but firmly pull him back behind the car.
- What is this lousy bullshit ?! Alan continued. - What is he trying to suggest ?! That I had something to do with the disappearance of my entire family? For so many years I have fought similar ...
"Don't worry about him," the producer interrupted.
- After all, you explained that this report is to help me, to find out what happened to my family.
That's the only reason I agreed to appear in the recording. In the meantime, what are you doing? Why are you recording this crap? What will people think when they hear such dumb talk on TV?
"Don't worry about it," the other assured him. Alan had lived in fear of this confrontation, even before even a minute of recording was made, so it took numerous assurances and persuasions, and above all promises that when the report was released on television, someone who saw something would say something. Apparently it happened every time. Apparently, thanks to such reports, the police have repeatedly managed to solve old cases. When he was finally convinced that the TV crew's intentions were worthy of the highest respect and that the hosts present would not be at home during the recording, he agreed to participate in the report. I followed two cameramen to the house. I tried to get out of their way as they set up the apparatus so as to capture the expression on my husband's face as he returned to the past. And so I was convinced that when the report was aired, this fragment would be heavily processed, for example it would appear as a grainy black and white image, to use a whole range of modern tricks to bring out something that film producers from years ago would consider dramatic enough in your pronunciation. Later, they dragged Alan upstairs to his old bedroom.