Nicole Ryan

Nicole Ryan pops up in Muirhouse (2012), a film that, honestly, just sneaks up on you. It’s one of those indie horror flicks that doesn’t try too hard with fancy effects or overblown drama—nah, it’s more about the slow-burn tension, the kind that crawls under your skin and stays there for way too long. So, the whole story unfolds around this guy who’s basically a paranormal investigator, right? He’s got this podcast and he thinks he’s hot stuff because he’s been to creepy places before, but Muirhouse, well, it’s a different beast. This isn’t some haunted hotel with a tragic love story—this is legit, old-school, Australian haunted asylum vibes. Ryan’s role isn’t flashy, but it’s the kind of performance that makes you double-check your locks before bed. The film goes all-in on that found-footage style, which, yeah, has been done a million times, but here it actually works. You’re dragged right along with the characters, hearing weird noises, catching glimpses of stuff you don’t want to see, and pretty soon you’re just as freaked out as they are. It’s not about jump scares every five seconds—more like this gnawing dread that makes your skin crawl. And by the end, you’re left with that “what just happened?” feeling. Ryan’s presence helps glue everything together, giving the whole thing a sense of realism that other movies wish they had.