In a new documentary, a Sydney security guard’s ghostbusting business becomes a metaphor for unearthing the spectres of his past

The boy in the photo smiles through broken teeth. Over the years, his palette was smashed so badly that he required an emergency blood transfusion. His cheek was so scarred that kids at school called him Frankenstein. He suffered countless head injuries.

The explanations logged in the hospital notes say Jason King was a clumsy child and way too curious about blunt objects. The case file from social workers flags a more desperate tale. But because Jason’s family stayed on the move – so much so that within one 18-month period he went to six different schools – it was difficult for authorities to keep track of the little blond boy.

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