Kate Henderson

Muirhouse (2012) is one of those indie horror flicks that kind of sneaks up on you, you know? The whole thing centers around this paranormal investigator, Philip Muirhouse, who’s basically out there trying to make a name for himself by exploring creepy places. He heads to the Monte Cristo Homestead—supposedly one of the most haunted houses in Australia (which, let’s be real, is totally the kind of place you’d never catch me in after dark). He starts out with all the gadgets—EMF meters, night vision cams, the whole shebang—thinking he’s just gonna debunk a few ghost stories, maybe get some cool footage for his little documentary. But, as you might guess, things go downhill fast. Weird noises, shadows darting around, doors slamming—classic haunted house stuff, but it gets under your skin. The suspense builds in this steady, almost suffocating way. You can feel Philip’s confidence fade as the night drags on. He starts talking to himself, doubting what’s real and what’s just his imagination. The film plays with found footage vibes, so it all feels way too close for comfort. By the end, you’re left wondering what’s real, what’s just paranoia, and honestly, whether some places really should just be left alone. Kate Henderson doesn’t have a huge role, but her presence adds to the weird, uneasy mood that hangs over everything. It’s not your typical jump-scare gorefest—more like a slow-burn descent into madness, with the house itself almost feeling like another character. If you’re into tense, atmospheric horror that messes with your head, this one’s got you covered.