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So, how long do you have
Borley for, Mr. Price?

Six months.

That should be sufficient
time for me to conclude

my investigations
at put the mystery

of Borley Rectory to bed.

Now, much work to be done.

The Glanvilles will
be here in the morning

and I want the rectory
fully operational.

So, no experiments
tonight then?

Well, of course, dear boy.

From this moment on, the
investigation commences.

- Are we set?
- Yes.

We have everything set for the
first night as you requested.

- Trip devices?
- Set.

- Camera rigs?
- Yes, everything.

Hm, I chose wisely
from all the candidates.

I'm here to learn.

Have you learned enough
to get a good drink going?

Here you go, a
nice cup of tea.

Oh, no.

I meant a real drink.

Notebook, pencil,
lantern, watch.

Yes, I have everything.

I'm ready.

Good.

You're not changing for bed?

Remember, the rectory
can be very cunning.

To be prepared is best.

Oh, don't worry.

She will be kind on
your first night.

Now, go to the washroom and
remember, one hour in each room.

Wake me at 4:00 a.m..

An hour in each room.

Well, I'm not spending
one second in this room.

I'm sorry, Mr. Price.

- Harry!
- Sidney.

Harry, this is my daughter,
Helen, and my son, Roger.

Well, a pleasure to meet you.

Pleased to meet
you, Mr. Price.

I must say, father
speaks of you often.

Only good things I hope.

Did you drive up in
that Aston you have?

No, no, we took the train up.

The Aston has a broken gear box.

We took a taxi from the station,

but the old bugger made us
walk the last half mile.

Said this place is cursed.

Yes, the locals do take a
little while to get used to.

Come on, Helen.

Mr. Price, would you mind
if I take a look around?

No, of course not.

But do stay inside the grounds.

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to startle you.

It would seem that it's in
here that most of the energy

in previous events
have been focused.

Any reasons do you think?

I wish I could give you even
an estimated guess, dear boy.

This building's extraordinary.

It practically
drips with history.

Indeed it does.

Just like his nose.

As you can see, my
son is rather astute

at this sort of thing.

Indeed he is.

Will you be going
back to London?

Yeah, sorry, old
chap, I have to.

But I thought I'd bring Helen
and Roger up and settle 'em in

and then I'll be off later.

Might even have time to catch
sight of the blasted ghost.

I'll put them both to work.

Well, I'm sure with Helen,
Roger and Mark helping you,

you'll soon find what
you're looking for.

Did somebody call my name?

Ah, Mark.

Ah, and you found
my daughter as well.

Jolly good.

How long have you got?

Sorry, old boy, I need
to travel back tonight.

You will look after
Helen and Roger for me?

You need to look after
Roger a little more.

He has a weak, you know.

Don't worry, old chap,
they're in safe hands.

And they'll learn a
lot under my tuition.

Excellent.

Well, I'm sorry our little
luncheon wasn't more elegant,

but this all we
could put together

for you at such short notice.

Being here on previous occasions,
we didn't have the time

or the resources to make
more adequate investigations.

But now, we have the
opportunity to expand

our psychical research and
discover the missing evidence

that one needs to make
the best conclusions.

Well, I must admit
as long as I remember,

Borley has been the
source of many a story.

Indeed, and I think
it's absolutely vital

that we get to the bottom
of it once and for all.

A great many people have
spoken about this place.

Indeed, it is well documented.

Many witnesses, many
different incidents.

Yes, Charles?

After all these years,

what do you hope to
achieve from this?

I mean, you yourself
have conducted extensive

paranormal experiments with
nothing to show for it.

Charles, there is so
much more to be done.

Sciences have progressed
since Lionel and Marianne

first brought this
place to my attention.

Yes, but after
all these years,

not one piece of credible
evidence has been confirmed.

Now, Charles, you know
that statement to be untrue.

We have many catalogued
pieces of evidence.

- Yeah but-
- And we have new, exciting

experiments to conduct.

I can assure you, we will get
to the bottom of his matter.

And what new experiments?

I for one am intrigued.

Yes, do tell.

It's true, I did previously
invite you to investigate

Borley Rectory some years
ago, but I told you then,

the rectory is not haunted.

I disagree.

I've owned land here and my
family have for over 100 years,

going back to the Bull family.

And they tell tales of
hauntings, apparitions,

terrible sounds,
screams in the night.

They
are merely tales.

There's no substance
to them at all.

They be convincing.

Myself and my wife
have heard things,

seen things, terrible things.

My livestock will not lay
near this end of the field.

- They know-
- Look, can we get back

to the question in hand?

Now, Mr. Price, what
is different now?

What can you do now that
we couldn't do before?

I have been given
a six month tenancy.

Well, this is an unprecedented
opportunity to investigate.

Mr. Glanville and I
have created a plan,

a rotor of investigations.

Not one single minute will go
undocumented in this period.

One of my team will
always be awake to record,

interpret and analyse.

In fact, three of
my team are working

in this building right now.

There's so many more mysteries
here to be discovered.

With round the clock
investigations,

we can understand or attribute
some of these strange

paranormal happenings to the
normal and not the abnormal.

We have some new
untested experiments

that I myself will undertake.

And nothing too
dangerous I hope?

Well, everything that
planned has been previously

tested in the
laboratory, but well,

now's the time to test these
new methods on location,

here at Borley.

Nothing too dangerous,
nothing too fantastical,

I assure you.

I reiterate, the
rectory is not haunted

and never has been.

It is haunted and
you know it, Lionel.

What worries me is that
we turn Borley Village

into a playground
for the paranormal.

A tourist attraction.

Yes, that just wouldn't do.

Imagine it, London folk
arriving for day trips.

Picnicking in the garden.

Yes, well, that
would never happen.

Everything we plan will be
conducted by scientific minds.

Nothing we discover will
be released to the press.

You said that last
time, Mr. Price.

I for one, don't want any
day trippers on my land.

This is a hamlet, it
should stay that way.

And it will.

That is why Charles
Sutton is the only person

who will be allowed to
report on what we discover.

I trust his judgement
to be balanced.

I don't want a
circus here either.

It would interrupt
with my investigations,

hamper any scientific
conclusions.

I will of course keep
these things secret.

In the knowledge
that I will have

exclusive use of
any discoveries.

Why are you lying, Lionel?

Marianne, I have
said my piece.

He's lying.

About what, Mrs. Foyster?

When he tells you that
Borley is not haunted.

We can discuss this matter

at a more convenient
time, Marianne.

No, we can discuss this now.

'Tis why we're here,
to unravel the truth.

Mrs. Foyster, is
there more to tell?

Yet more happenings that you've
kept close to your heart?

There is so much more.

We agreed not to disclose
any of this, Marianne.

No, you instructed me not to.

Now that Mr. Price has
explained his intentions,

I feel now is the time to reveal

everything that happened here.

Everything.

There is nothing to disclose.

You're lying.

Either you tell them or I will.

This could be interesting.

Ah, we love a scandal.

What better than
a paranormal one?

This is not
humour, Mr. Sutton.

Is there something
in this, Mr. Foyster.

Very well.

I have experienced many
inexplicable events here.

What have you experienced?

Something so frightening,

I've hidden it away
for many years.

I also instructed Marianne and
our servants never to speak

of anything they saw, heard
or encountered here at Borley.

I'm truly sorry for this.

But I'm certain my friend,
the Reverend Henning,

will reassure me that
it was what was needed

to maintain any
sanity if our lives.

To accepted what happened
to me, to Marianne,

was a way to the asylum.

To ignore it, a way to carry on.

For once, my husband
accepts his responsibilities.

I respect him for
listening to my pleas.

Thank you, Lionel.

I will reveal my story,
my paranormal events

to Mr. Price, but to him only.

Well, this I welcome.

Well, I believe that
concludes our matter.

I must, however, reveal
something to this table.

- Marianne.
- Sit down, Mr. Price.

The stories are true.

I have seen her in the house
and grounds on many occasion.

Her entity is all consuming.

She places visions in your mind.

Terrible, evil images.

I must warn you and
your team, Mr. Price.

She knows I am here
and she is smiling.

She's smiling because she has
you all alone for six months

in her playground.

She is here.

Where?

She's been listening
from the beginning.

- Is she in this room?
- She's behind you.

Can you see her?

I cannot see her.

Where is she?

Be brave.

Well, Harry Price, here I am.

Finally, you have
me in your hands.

Do you believe in
ghosts, Mr. Foyster?

I have always believed.

So, why wait so
long to embrace it?

Because I am a man of God.

My mission is solely the
care of my parishioners.

Mostly humble, God fearing folk.

Their faith is what
holds them together.

I would undermine every
funeral I minister

if I gave credence to
another form of afterlife.

To tell them that
their loved ones

might still be amongst
them even after death?

Yes.

I know that
whatever is present

inside these walls
is a lost soul.

There is a pattern to it.

- They're in a loop.
- Well, yes.

So, you have seen many?

I have.

Mostly they are shadows,
memories of what once was here.

I agree.

But there is one,
she has no pattern.

She decides when
to show herself.

This is the one I search for.

Marianne has seen
her many times.

For me, it was just the once.

But that one time was the
most frightening thing

I have ever seen
before or since.

And since that day, I
have never seen her again.

Until just now.

Today?

With all certainty, what
I saw standing behind you

was what I witnessed in 1925.

Still searching for
the truth, Mr. Price?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

I am determined to
know everything.

And now, I must say thank you.

You will return with the
others in six months time?

It will be an honour.

Miss Estelle Roberts comes
to us not for the many reasons

I have continually requested.

As I explained in our
previous correspondences,

I have no reason to be
subjected to a series

of Mr. Price's experiments only
to confirm my own abilities.

Our psychical research could
only confirm her ability.

To be a creature
in your laboratory

is something I least desire.

Scrutinising so-called
psychical powers

is a key part of our work.

We use factual science with
true meanings being achieved.

I for one, know of your
very well, Miss Roberts.

Royal Albert Hall, 1930.

You managed to bring forth
Arthur Conan Doyle's spirit.

Ah, you were there.

I was.

Sadly, I could not attend,

but my father was
most impressed.

Please, allow me a little time

and my team could
organise a test right now.

Mr. Price, my
reasons for being here

have not changed in the least.

I'm here for Borley Rectory.

It has called to me.

I sense it too.

An energy all around us.

Mark and Helen, let us
not forget that we are here

for scientific facts,
not whimsical thoughts.

When the mind starts
thinking the way you two are,

it can get carried
away with itself

and see things it wants to.

I'm sorry, Mr. Price.

Do not apologise.

Mr. Price is not
entirely factual.

Right, shall we begin?

I call to the spirits
of Borley Rectory.

Come forward and communicate.

We are here to help you.

Please, come forward.

Use our energies.

Use our bodies
for your energies.

We are here to help you.

Please come and talk to us.

I know you are there,
hiding away, just watching.

Now is the time to come forward

and make yourself known to us.

Someone is here.

I sense somebody too.

Come closer.

We know you are here.

I see a woman.

She is crying,
whimpering in the corner.

Come forward, I
cannot see your face.

Move forward.

You seem friendly.

Come and communicate.

We are not here to harm you.

And do you see it?

She's behind Mark.

I do not see it.

Please refrain
from calling her it.

I cannot see her,
but I feel her here.

Is she still behind me?

She's turning to face me.

Oh, she is scared.

She is afraid.

What is she afraid of?

Do you have a name?

What is your name, my dear?

Marie is her name.

She's there.

Is she the only one?

She's just a child in mind.

Ask if she's
the one that haunts us.

- Is she the only one who-
- She heard you.

Wait, she is not
the only one here,

but she is the original.

- We should end this now.
- No, don't break the circle.

Something is all around her.

It's an energy,
it's all consuming.

Does it have a name?

You don't understand.

It is not a person.

It is an ancient energy.

I am feeling very uncomfortable.

We need to end this now.

It's the negative energy.

It's trying to strangle me.

- We must stop.
- No!

This is the science
I am seeking.

I am trying to break
free, but it won't let me.

Very well, break the circle.

Is she gone?

I didn't mean to startle you.

You be all right?

I'm now at peace,
but thank you.

It be early.

It's surprising to
see someone here.

- I thought maybe-
- You thought I was her?

The nun who haunts here.

Yeah.

Wow, strange things
go on around here.

Lights and sounds.

You spent the night here?

I didn't sleep, but I
couldn't stay a minute longer.

First train ain't
for another hour.

My name is Estelle Roberts,
I'm a spiritualist medium.

Basil Payne, I own all
the land back of the lawn.

I'd shake your hand, but I've
been tending to my animals.

Have you seen her?

Oh, I know who
you are talking of.

I haven't, but I've seen plenty
of other strange happenings.

My family have lived
around here for years.

They tell tales.

I prefer to stay away.

What's the rectory's
business stays there.

Oh, I agree.

It was a place of
great joy once,

but now a dark
force surrounds it.

Take my advice and you
never come back here.

You leave it be.

I will take your advice.

So, you've experienced your
first week at Borley Rectory.

Seen the highs and the lows.

Was it what you all expected?

For me, a little
disappointing.

It has been
interesting, but I-

- For me, it has not lived
up to its expectations.

Good.

Then there was the
Estelle Roberts seance,

which I didn't witness.

Somebody must be on
visual 24 hours a day.

We might miss an
important event.

I did, the seance.

Miss Roberts has the
ability to project things

into susceptible minds.

It did seem real to me,
but I'm interested in doing

my own seances, so when
will that happen, Mr. Price?

All in good time.

I wish to explore more.

We look at your rigid
blue book each night.

Yes, well we must
conduct our investigations

with rigid purpose.

We must be meticulous
in our investigation.

A time will come when we
can't do all of these.

I for one, feel like we
are achieving anything.

That's what the rectory wants.

It wants you to give up.

But we all want
to experience something.

- Anything.
- And you will!

Then put our minds at rest.

You have spent periods of
time here at the rectory,

what we have seen
and heard is minimal.

Yes, how can we be so
sure that the rectory

is the most haunted
house in all of England?

What have you experienced?

Burning.

The smell of burning.

When I previously
visited Borley,

I slept in a room at
the rear of the house.

It was a small bedroom,
not much light.

I sometimes considered whether

I was being forced
to sleep there.

But this story
begins before that.

And to truly
understand my passion,

you must first know
my reasonings for it.

We are all ears, Mr. Price.

For as long as I can
remember when I was a child,

I was always overwhelmed
by the sensation

that I could smell burning.

It was my recurring nightmare.

Night terrors my
family would call it.

Like a bonfire, sometimes
it would be stronger,

other times hardly there.

I'd grown accustomed
to the smell.

Even forgotten all about it.

At least once a week until
it came time for me to leave

the family home to
go to university.

I was saying my goodbyes to
everyone and when I spoke

to my mother, I asked her to
finally air my bloody room out.

I think she misunderstood
at first, until I elaborated

and explained about the smell
in my childhood nightmares.

Her face went very
pale, unnaturally so.

Like a wave had gone over it.

And almost as quickly
as it came, it passed.

She smiled, wished me the
best, I left for university.

It was at university that
my mind kept returning

to this exchange, to how my
mother looked in that moment.

And it began to
pull at a thread.

Well, the house I was
raised in was a normal home

with its own history.

Unremarkable, you might say.

Except for one thing, one
tragedy my mother told me.

An old woman had lived
there in the 1700s.

She was known to be
something of a miser, unkind.

And keen to say we she could,
she would only ever light

the fire in the smallest
room of the house.

Well, they were unsure
how it happened,

but there was a freak accident.

A relative found her,
burned to death in the room.

My room.

Now, you may say that it
was all just a coincidence,

and yet the funny thing is, I
only ever had the nightmares

while I was in my family home.

While I was at university, I
never once had a night terror.

Bloody hell.

I used stronger words
than that, I can tell you.

And it was at that point that
I knew what I wanted to do.

I wanted to solve mysteries.

Well, you wanted the
reasonings behind Harry Price.

And there it is.

But do you want to
know the real mystery?

Tell me why after
years of no nightmares,

how it is that I should
experience that same sensation,

the smell of burning on the
very first night I slept

in that back room here
at Borley Rectory.

Good night.

It was 1931, in the
previous few years,

Marianne had had
a few interesting

paranormal events happen to her.

Looking to do simple tasks
because the maid was away

for the weekend, Marianne
found herself in a part

of the rectory that she
didn't usually visit.

She's frozen in that moment.

Hesitant to turn around
because she knows at that time

she is alone in the rectory.

And as she turns,
she is terrified.

She she's a nun-like figure
and she is frozen with fear.

An overwhelming sense of
helplessness comes over her.

Marianne sinks to her knees.

She is in pain.

She senses a figure
walking towards her.

And then, Marianne looks
up and in that moment...

The nun is no more.

Hello?

- Was it you?
- Me?

Three nights in a row,
bright lights, bells ringing.

Lights?

Where's Mr. Price?

- Payne?
- Ah, there you are Mr. Price.

Three nights in a row now.

Bells from the church ringing,

intense lights from the rectory.

Mark, has anything
like this been recorded?

No, Mr. Price, nothing.

I am confused.

Please come in.

If you have witnessed a
phenomenon, then we must record it.

Are you telling me that
you haven't been doing

any extraordinary experiments?

Well, nothing
that would conclude

with what you have witnessed.

Look, come inside and
we can record this.

No, leave it be.

My animals are scared.

And now, I'm scared.

I want nothing more to
do with this rectory.

I leave it alone.

It leaves me alone.

Roger, you should've
recorded this.

Considering our situation,

I don't think there's
anything that could.

As in my eyes, I'm still unsure
if it even happened at all.

Harry wants us to
record everything.

If I must.

My brother is a
little weak sometimes.

Yes, forgive me for saying,

but he strikes me as
bit of a wet blanket.

And whether
he is even up to this.

Well, we'll just
have to wait and see

to find out then, won't we?

- Mr. Price?
- Ah, there you are.

I thought you'd
abandoned us completely.

Where's Roger?

I thought he was on shift?

He's feeling a little
under the weather.

Oh, yes.

I heard what happened.

I've sent your father a message.

Roger may have to
return to London.

I am unsure that he
has the constitution

for this kind of work.

The rectory has seen him
as the weaker one of us.

It's latched onto his fear.

I shall await your
father's instructions,

but you may have to leave
to escort Roger back home.

But I don't want to leave.

Well, it'll be
at least 24 hours

before I receive a response.

I've decided to make the best
use of the time we all have

together and move up to the
next stage of the investigation.

The simplest of
tools, my dear boy.

This simplest of tools.

Are you okay?

Are you?

Don't be foolish.

Did I scare you?

- Yes!
- Good.

Roger, where are the others?

I don't know.

But can you hear that ringing?

Oh, God.

What is it?

My hand, the air, it's cold.

Ice cold.

I want out of this place.

You're right.

Absolutely right.

The wire, it's moving.

I don't want to be
here a moment longer.

Don't worry, we
shall be leaving soon.

- What is it?
- It's moving.

It's actually moving.

She's here.

Price, no!

I, I, I, I have some matches.

Here, let me light one.

I have to leave with him.

Father couldn't
come and collect us,

and Roger is in no fit
state to travel alone.

I understand.

At least the rectory
got what it wanted.

And what is that?

You and Mr. Price to itself.

I'm sorry, dear boy.

I didn't mean to scare you.

- I thought it was-
- What did I tell you

about having thoughts?

The rectory will
get to you too soon.

Now that Roger and Helen
have both retreated,

it's just me and you.

But don't worry, I've made
arrangements for our final week.

What is next?

I think we need to
take things up a gear.

Let's get this packed
away and we'll see

what we can conjure
up before dinner.

Chop chop.

What perplexes you, Mark?

I'm really not too
sure to be honest.

I'm just grappling with my
own recollection of events.

Well, that's always
the difficulty isn't it?

That's why using a witness
can be a difficult way

to corroborate an event.

How so?

Say you meet a friend
at a train station.

You haven't seen each
other in some time.

You drink together,
you talk, you laugh,

you part company
and then you decide

to tell the next person
you see what happened.

Well, you recount the
event almost perfectly,

word for word, conversation
for conversation,

but still, small details slip.

Mistakes are made.

You're asked, what
did your friend wear?

And you think, was it a
red tie or was it a blue?

- Memory.
- Memory.

It's why note taking,
photographic proof,

these are all vital in
trying to piece together

exactly what happened.

Because
memory can be fallible.

Exactly.

At least, that's what I recall.

What is that?

I know that it is not us.

It's coming from
the blue room.

The room, it's freezing.

So it is.

Mark, feel the books.

Dear, God, Harry.

They're so cold.

It isn't the
books, it's the wall.

Help me with the bed.

The wall is ice cold.

It's reacting with
the air in the room.

It's made it damp.

There's dredger of
flour in the suitcase.

- Fetch it for me.
- Will do, what's it for?

Normally, I lay it of
the floor for footprints,

but watch.

Harry, have you taken
leave of your senses?

I have not, dear boy.

I have not.

The flour acts as
a binding agent.

Where the wall is
damp it will stick.

You try.

You see?

What is...

Get the camera.

We need to record this.

It's gone.

Indeed it has.

So, how was London?

Good, though I feel the
society need additional

information if they were
to pursue this further.

- How's young Roger?
- Better.

Poor chap wasn't up
to the challenge.

I'm glad you could come back.

Ah, may I assume you
have a few things around?

Look, I feel that we're
closer to something now.

Maybe even a breakthrough.

Breakthrough to what?

Ah, well, that's
the question isn't it?

So, what's your theory?

Well, I think this place acts
as a conduit, a connection,

a doorway for those
that pass through.

- Like a tunnel?
- Yes, if you will.

And the nun?

Hm, she is lost.

Trapped, perhaps in a
cycle, unable to escape.

Possessed by this
ancient evil energy.

Very well.

How on earth do we try
and communicate with that?

Well, I firmly believe
that this is a science.

It's just not an exact science.

But I think we can
communicate, set her free,

and give the haunting of Borley
Rectory a complete ending.

How long has it been?

Yes, yes, it has been hard
work, but we're nearly there.

I don't intend for this
continue beyond the six months.

Well, I should like to
thank you all for returning.

Sadly, Mr. Payne
declined my offer.

Your six months
turned into a year.

Yes, they did.

With the help of
Reverend Henning.

Now the time has come to sell
the rectory and with regret,

I must conclude my
investigations here.

But I'm certain the new
occupants will extend you

the same courtesy that we have.

I'm afraid not.

Captain Gregson
is the new occupant,

and he wants nothing
to do with Mr. Price.

And in his own words, "Ghosts
are the ravings of a lunatic."

But I feel I have
achieved as much

as I could in the
last 12 months.

And until such a day science
exceeds what we have now,

well, I'm afraid this is the end

for Borley Rectory and
its investigations.

What, is that it?

But what happened?

What did you record?

You promised new evidence.

Charles, my dear boy,
what I'm about to tell you

goes way beyond evidence.

But it must never
leave this room.

- Why?
- That is my tender.

It must remain here at Borley.

Marianne, are you
quite sure you wish me

to recount this story?

Harry, please do tell.

Whatever is here can
no longer harm me.

We are listening.

On several occasions
from that point on,

Sidney, Mark and
Helen came and went.

But not a single noteworthy
paranormal event happened

in the rectory over
the next three months.

But it was just a front.

A pause in proceedings for
what was about to happen.

And it will stay with me
for the rest of my life.

I shall start, as is
customary at the beginning.

It's like the house was
asleep or just resting.

But hell was about
to wake us all.

Harry, it's okay, it's okay.

Did you see something?

Just a nightmare.

- I should record it.
- No.

Mark, it isn't noteworthy.

As you were.

Tea?

Better?

Mildly, yes.

What was it?

My own death if that could be.

Yes.

Then it's entirely
true, isn't it?

Indeed.

You wanted to communicate with
whatever it is that exists,

- I firmly believe-
- It already is communicating.

Exactly.

We need everyone.

Absolutely.

Helen is back.

And so is somebody I didn't
think I would ever see again.

Marianne.

I do hope this'll
be the very last time

you summon my presence here.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we should begin.

Firstly, I should like to thank
you for coming here today.

Often, what we do can be seen

as idealistic or
worse, hysterical.

But I think we're
neither of those.

I think we're pioneers,
on the edge of discovering

something truly incredible.

For almost 12 months now,
we've recorded and catalogued

all the different phenomena
that have happened

here at the rectory.

And I believe we are now on
the cusp of real communication.

And this seance is the last
roll of the dice, as it were.

Our last attempt at discovering
what lies beyond our world.

To find the truth and to release

the negative energy
that haunts here.

So, unless there are any
objections, let us begin.

Firstly, I would
ask for everyone

to hold hands with another.

Fingertip to fingertip.

I will of course be using
the planchette at some point,

but let us try the old way.

Good.

The reason for this is simple.

It's to ensure
that no fowl play,

as it were, is taking place.

Although, I doubt that any of
you are pranksters at heart.

Thank you, Mr. Price.

However, from this moment on,

I shall be the
only one to speak,

so the spirit knows
who to channel through.

Secondly, a medium would
usually ask for all

to keep their eyes closed
throughout this process.

However, I would like
all eyes to be open

and my eyes shall remain closed.

Let us begin.

My name is Helen Glanville.

I am joined here today with
family, friends, and colleagues.

Sidney Glanville, Mark
Kerr-Pearse, Harry Price,

and finally, Marianne Foyster
whom you may already know.

I shall knock three times.

If you can hear the knocking,
please respond with one knock.

Very well.

Again, I shall
knock three times.

If you are here, please
respond with one knock.

Mark, perhaps we should-

Oh, thank you.

Spirits, who shall
I address you as?

Spirits, I shall simply
ask you some questions.

Knock once for
yes, twice for no.

Is that clear?

Do you know this place?

Do you know the
people in this room?

Are you watching us?

Can you move on?

Are you trapped?

Are you in pain?

Is someone hurting you?

Another spirit perhaps?

The know someone else?

Is that other spirit
here in this room?

Lantern.

It was her.

The real her.

Look!

Helen.

Helen!

Harry, what is it?

This building's a conduit
filled with spirits.

But they're all scared
of the same thing.

A ghost, any old ghost?

I don't think it's a ghost.

Helen.

Helen?

Helen isn't here.

Who are you?

We are everyone.

Those who have lived.

Those who have died.

Died?

Release her!

Release my daughter!

No.

We are safe here.

We can hide.

- Hide?
- They are hiding inside her.

That's what they wanted.

Hiding from whom?

Oh, my God!

It can't
harm us, can it?

No, only the dead.

It can only harm the dead.

That was it, wasn't it?

You brought us here, you drew
us here to open the doorway,

to pass through to the
other side and hide!

Hide within my daughter.

But you can't, I won't let you!

Sidney, no.

Let us escape this torment.

We must escape this torment.

Of course.

They're trapped, unable
to move on by her.

She's feeding off them.

Feeding off their terror.

But Helen, they
can't take Helen!

But they can take me.

Mark.

Helen didn't want this.

I don't want this.

- Mark, no, you can't-
- Harry, it's fine.

- Mark, no.
- Please.

I'm sorry, Helen.

Mark!

Mr. Price?

As I said, Inspector,
it was a fall.

A fall you say?

Mighty odd.

Seems to have no
bruising at all.

And you'd conclude
this too, Mrs. Foyster?

It was a terrible accident.

The rectory is very rundown.

It's a death trap.

Hm.

To avoid suspicion, I'm
afraid we'll have to wait

until dawn before we
make our final exit.

Do you think Mark will
make a full recovery?

Yes.

He is strong.

Give him time, he
should pull through.

Remember he lived here
with me for almost a year.

I have lived
here for many more.

I have seen Mark's
condition before.

It was in a young girl
and it occurred during

one of my early investigations
back before the war.

They fully recovered.

Mark will too.

I do hope so.

What's more important
is that my time here

at Borley has come
to a conclusion.

And the hauntings have
been extinguished.

Have they?

Well, she is free.

Do you deny what
was seen by us all?

Remember,
I have lived here

for a very long time.

Do you still
feel her presence?

Yes.

Marianne?

You are what I truly
have been seeking.

Yes.

What are you?

I am the everything.

From the monastery?

From a time before time.

I am forever.

Do you want to feel it?

The energy?

My energy?

No!

You must!

Harry!

What's happened?

I witnessed something.

You may have a fever.

What is it?

It's you.

- It's you.
- Of course it's me.

I left you to sleep.

But we'll miss our train
if you don't get up soon.

Yes.

I'll get my belongings.

The night of the terrible fire

that engulfed Borley
Rectory was a cold one.

Captain Gregson was the only
tenant after my occupancy,

which was only six
months after I departed

and recounted my story to
my friends and colleagues.

Nobody knows how
the fire started,

and many myths have
surrounded the reasons.

I for one, believe it was the
demonic force that had decided

it did not want to give away
any more of its secrets.

The war was fast approaching

and the rectory
was left to decay.

Nobody will ever
be able to achieve

what I did in those
12 short months.

The mystery of Borley
Rectory will live on

into the next
generation and beyond.

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