Lewis Ryan

Lewis Ryan’s “Muirhouse” is that kind of horror film that sort of creeps up on you when you least expect it. You’ve got this paranormal investigator, Philip Muirhouse—dude’s got a bit of a chip on his shoulder, thinks he’s seen it all. He’s out to make a name for himself, you know, so he dives headfirst into the Monte Cristo Homestead, which, by the way, is supposedly Australia’s most haunted house. Like, if you’re into spooky legends, this place is basically the holy grail. Philip’s pretty cocky about the whole thing, strutting in with his cameras and his recording gear, ready to catch some ghosts on tape. But, man, things go south so fast. He starts hearing these weird noises, shadows flicker where they shouldn’t, and it’s not long before he realizes he’s totally out of his depth. The house isn’t just creaky floorboards and drafty windows—it’s got something real nasty lurking inside, and it’s not shy about making itself known. As the night drags on, Philip’s sanity starts to unravel. The film jumps between found footage and a kind of behind-the-scenes documentary style, so you’re never really sure what’s real and what’s just in his head. It’s got that claustrophobic, nerve-wracking vibe, where every little sound feels like it’s about to explode into something awful. By the end, you’re left questioning whether Philip found what he was looking for, or if the house found him instead. Classic “don’t mess with things you don’t understand” kind of story, but way more unsettling than most.