Daniel Littlepage

Muirhouse (2012) does not mess around when it comes to unsettling vibes. The film drops you right into the shoes of Phillip Muirhouse, a paranormal investigator who’s got more guts than sense, honestly. He heads out to the infamous Monte Cristo Homestead, a real-deal haunted house in Australia with more dark history than your average ghost tour. The whole thing is shot documentary-style—so, yeah, you get that jittery “is this real or not?” feeling the whole way through. Phillip’s not alone, though; he’s lugging around his camera gear and that classic skepticism you see in every ghost show host. At first, it’s your usual creaks and bumps, but things start spiraling quick. The house has this way of making you feel like you’re being watched, and the longer Phillip stays, the weirder and more dangerous things get. Shadows move, doors slam, and honestly? You start to feel like maybe leaving was the smart move all along. The tension builds like crazy until it’s less about finding ghosts and more about getting out alive. Muirhouse really leans into that “what you don’t see is scarier than what you do” thing, piling on the suspense and letting your imagination do the heavy lifting. By the end, you’re left seriously questioning if documenting the supernatural is ever worth it—or if some stories are better left untold.