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Hoax exposer Florence Cathcart visits a boarding school to explain sightings of a child ghost.

Everything she believes unravels as the 'missing' begin to show themselves.

A young girl buys an antique box at a yard sale, unaware that inside the collectible lives a malicious ancient spirit.

The girl's father teams with his ex-wife to find a way to end the curse upon their child.

Anna Ivers returns home to her sister Alex after a stint in a mental hospital, though her recovery is jeopardized thanks to her cruel stepmother.

Her dismay quickly turns to horror when she is visited by ghastly visions of her dead mother.

In 1921, in London, the arrogant and skeptical Florence Cathcart is famous for exposing hoaxes and helping the police to arrest con artists.

The stranger Robert Mallory tells her that the headmaster of a boarding school in Rookford had invited her to travel to Cumbria to investigate a ghost that is frightening the pupils to death.

"It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too.

We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often.

But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

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