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‐(shrieking) ‐(woman screams)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

(bird cawing)

♪ ♪

Are you sure you two want to go in there?

‐That place was built above the devil's asshole. ‐That is why

‐we are going in. ‐It's the most haunted house in Los Angeles.

Probably the entire United States.

Followed closely by the House of Death in Greenwich Village,

the Franklin Castle in Cleveland and, of course...

BOTH: The LaLaurie Mansion in New Orleans.

Lies! Lies!

(both laugh)

We are, like, huge American Horror Story fans.

I hear bad stuff about this house.

How about I take you to a hotel?

You mean like the Hotel Cortez?

No, we're good. We rented this place out for the night.

‐It's an Airbnb now. ‐The owners offer

this whole "Escape from the Murder House Experience."

It's supposed to be super chilling.

They promise we will not sleep a wink.

We're, like, huge horror fans in general.

We met a couple years back at Comic‐Con.

I was dressed as Son of Bloody Face,

and she was dressed as Sister Jude.

It was love at first sight.

Whatever. But don't say I didn't warn you.

♪ ♪

(Connie exhales)

‐Wait. ‐What?

‐You having second thoughts? ‐No.

(chuckles): No. I just want to feel it

before all the preplanned crazy starts.

I just want to feel the energy of the house.

(exhales)

‐(gasps) ‐What?

(chuckles): Nothing.

Nothing. I think I'm just so psyched,

I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.

Come on. Let's go explore.

"Welcome to Murder House.

"If you're anything like every other poor soul

that entered these walls, you may get stuck here forever."

(Dylan chuckles)

There's something on the back of the note.

"We hear you're 'Violataters.'

"Your next adventure is to find

"the room where Tate first appeared to her and they later

"consummated their forbidden and fateful love.

"Follow the black rose petals

if you dare."

Oh, my God. This is amazing.

(chuckles softly): Yeah.

To the man who makes my dreams come true,

even if they're nightmares.

DYLAN: Oh.

Tastes like... blood.

Awesome.

‐Let's play. ‐Yeah.

(door creaks)

♪ ♪

(door creaks)

This is so sick.

Wait, who lit the candles?

Do you think there's someone in the house with us?

There's got to be, right? Like the haunted hayrides.

I feel like we should be prepared

for a few jump scares.

Wait, maybe they're in the tunnels

behind the walls.

Uh, I think that's just in the show.

Don't think that's actually in the house.

Maybe it was Larry Harvey and he used

one of his smoldering children to light them.

Up for a little cosplay?

Holy shit.

(moans)

(grunts)

No, no, no, no. Leave it on.

Kinky.

(moaning)

(grunts)

Sorry.

CONNIE: Why do you think people like

scary stories so much?

Well, they always have.

Pretend monsters let us forget about the real ones.

(shriek)

ADDIE: You're gonna die in here.

(chuckles): My gosh. There must be a speaker

hidden somewhere in this room. That is so cool.

Do you think there's someone in the house with us?

‐Let's go see. ‐Okay.

‐What's the matter? ‐I don't know.

I can't seem to get up.

What?

‐(grunts) ‐(chuckles)

‐(woman screams) ‐(chuckling)

‐(Connie laughs) ‐Oh, my God.

Come on, let's go check it out.

Maybe I could find a ghost

that'll last more than two pumps.

(mouths)

‐(Connie exhales) ‐DYLAN: They based this episode

‐on Richard Speck. ‐(screams)

(Dylan chuckles softly)

You know,

he's the serial killer that murdered all those nurses.

Yeah. We met at a horror convention.

‐You think I don't know that? ‐Okay.

‐Okay. ‐What?

I'm guessing this is the part

where we have to sign all those waivers

is gonna start. "Warning. By signing this,

"you accept that you absolve all knowledge

"of anything that can happen to your mind, body or psyche

"during your time in the experience

‐of the Escape from the Murder House Experience." ‐I know.

Just saying, this is our last chance.

You know, we could always go to Norms, get some pancakes,

go home, binge‐watch Roanoke.

Why does Sarah Paulson shit‐talk that season?

It's so good.

Do you really want to go watch Roanoke?

No. I want to shit myself 'cause I'm so scared.

‐Me, too. ‐Come on.

(stairs creaking)

(screams, laughs)

♪ ♪

Come on.

‐(grunts, chuckles) ‐(chuckles)

‐(faint crying) ‐Shh.

Do you hear that?

‐Help us, please! ‐Please,

‐help us! ‐Who the hell are they?

Did we miss an episode?

CONNIE: I'm sorry, who are you?

Yeah, sorry, which episode are you guys from?

What are you talking about?

Ten years ago, we went trick‐or‐treating.

ALL: Trick or treat.

You girls don't want to be here.

‐DILF alert. ‐(others giggle)

MIKA: You can give us some candy,

but you can also just invite us in for a treat.

Leave now or else.

Let's go inside and give him a good Halloween scare.

(door creaks)

Where'd he go?

(door closes)

Did you see that?

(women scream)

RUBY: Hi, ladies.

Welcome to Murder House,

where you can check in anytime you like

but you can never leave.

(women screaming)

You have to help us out of here. Please.

‐Please, help us. ‐They can't help us.

No one can.

We were killed here, so we can never escape.

Sorry, but she's right.

If you die here, you're trapped here forever.

Maybe we're supposed to try and help them, though.

I mean, it is called the "Escape from Murder House Experience."

‐JANNA: Please. ‐KATE: Please, help us.

It's the Infantata.

(panting)

‐(screeches) ‐(light buzzing)

‐(Dylan grunts) ‐(women gasp)

‐(panting) ‐Is that fake blood?

‐It cut me. It really fucking cut me. ‐This isn't right!

‐Please, stop! We don't like it! It's too much! ‐(Dylan grunts)

And we want it to stop! Please! Now!

(screaming)

Please, stop! We don't like it! It's too real!

You're not supposed to hurt us!

It's not fake. It's real!

‐Get out of here! ‐(shouts)

Now! (screams)

(screams, grunts)

(screaming)

‐(gunshot) ‐No!

No!

I told you, dumb bitch. You're gonna die in here.

What are you doing here? You died on the street!

We've all come here from all over.

‐It's a special occasion. ‐What occasion?

The day you die.

(Addie chuckles)

(screams)

This isn't possible!

None of you should be here!

Please, make this stop!

(screams)

(whimpering)

DEEP VOICE: You were killed by Twisty.

You are now trapped in the Murder House forever.

These controls suck. It keeps glitching.

I could have escaped, but it froze up again right when

‐I tried to run. ‐Okay. I mean, look, that's an easy fix.

But what do you think in general?

Come on, the graphics are amazing, aren't they?

(sighs) Yeah.

But?

Don't take this the wrong way,

but, like, have you even ever actually watched the show?

Yes, I've watched the show. I'm not an obsessive fan

like you, but... I've watched the show.

Even casual fans of the show are gonna be pissed

because Addie is a ghost there

and there are other characters from other seasons

who have no business being there.

Second, I think you're missing the reason

why fans keep wanting to go back to Murder House.

It's not that they want to trap more people there.

They want to feel the tension of whether or not

the new people are gonna be able to escape or not.

The thing that always trips people up in the house

and leads them down that path to getting stuck there

is that they don't deal with their human shit.

They're too selfish or greedy

or mean or possessive or depressed,

so they're forced to stay like that,

frozen in the house forever.

Okay, I hear you.

But it's scary.

‐(sighs) ‐Right? Isn't it enough

if‐if it's in the same basic setting but it's scary?

(sighs) I don't know.

That's exactly what the people who made Jaws 2 thought.

‐(sighs) ‐Okay. Um...

I put everything into this.

I quit my job to develop it. I mortgaged the house

so that I could hire the programmers

who have been working in our garage day and night.

I need this to work out for us. For our family.

‐I didn't ask you to do any of this. ‐I did this

for you because I thought...

I thought we could bond over your favorite show.

You could've just watched it with me.

I love you, Mom, but you don't really get the vibe of the show.

Like... at all.

You're saying I don't get you at all.

(scoffs)

I'm trying.

Wait, honey. Where are you going?

I got HiHo burgers from Postmates.

Where you going?

I'm gonna stay at Dad's tonight.

Actually, I think I'm gonna stay there for a couple of weeks.

Things have gotten

so weird around here lately.

‐Rory. ‐(sighs)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

DEEP VOICE: Garden shears.

♪ ♪

(panting)

DEEP VOICE: There's no escape.

(squealing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(door creaks)

‐(thud on TV) ‐(screams)

♪ ♪

TIM: Usually I wait until the end of the tour

to give the bad news, but...

why bother delaying the inevitable? (clears throat)

They found nine bodies in the house a year or so ago.

MICHELLE: I know.

And I know about the body of that girl Ruby McDaniel

they found in the backyard a month later.

(sighs) Oh, God.

You're not one of those murder nerds

who's just here to take Instagram selfies

inside the house? Because I know.

I know this is the shittiest listing in America, and I know

that it says a lot about what the other agents at my office

think about me that I'm the one who's stuck with it,

but I'm sorry. I take my job seriously.

To me, every listing

is‐is a little orphan child looking for a new family

to adopt it. And, yes, this one has some baggage

and some real issues,

but it is no less deserving of love.

‐How much? ‐Seriously?

It's an investment.

Okay. Uh, well, you're in luck.

The bank is basically willing to sell it for land value.

How much is that?

$600,000.

But, unfortunately for them,

no one's been willing to pay that,

‐so they are open to any offers. ‐$100,000.

I need to make a call,

but I think you just bought yourself a house.

As is, of course.

This thing is harder to move

‐than a toxic waste dump. ‐(phone clicks, beeps)

Jenny? Hi. Hi. Yeah, I think I found someone

to adopt our little devil baby house.

No contingencies.

♪ ♪

You're mine.

I am going to make you reveal all your secrets to me.

(chuckles): Rory. Honey, you look so cute.

‐Look at you. ‐RORY: Mom.

‐What are you doing here? ‐Oh, um, I just brought you some extra clothes.

I am gonna be going away for about a week or so.

Where?

I'm going to a Halloween horror convention.

The writers of American Horror Story are doing a talk.

I'm gonna ask them to tell me all about Murder House.

What it means, what the most important aspects are.

Hey, I'm taking your advice.

I'm trying to figure out the vibe.

Right from the horse's mouth.

‐Steven. ‐Michelle.

I'm sorry, I just overheard

‐what you were telling Rory. ‐Yeah, I'm sorry, too,

'cause it's none of your business.

Well, when you go broke

and I have to pay for everything for Rory,

it will be my business.

Rory, can you give your dad and I a moment?

No. He should hear this. Michelle,

you're in over your head.

You're on one of your obsessive kicks again.

You pull this shit, and you get blinders on,

and you go, and you go, and you go

‐until you drive yourself straight off a cliff. ‐You know,

I'm sorry that you've always felt the need

to dump on my dreams, but we're not married anymore,

so I can do without your opinion.

Thank you so much, Steven.

If you could just look past that giant chip on your shoulder,

it would be so clear to you that I'm just trying to help you.

I was married to you, and I love you

in spite of everything that happened,

and I see you.

And if you've got one fatal flaw,

it's that you're so convinced

that you've got something to prove

that you will kill yourself to prove it.

And if I were a man, that would be called drive.

Admirable ambition, even.

Come on, Michelle.

Can you give that to your father, sweetie?

Give us a moment?

This trip is gonna be the answer to all our worries.

Dad's right, Mom.

You don't have to prove anything to me.

I think you're awesome.

Thank you, my sweet boy.

‐I love you. ‐Love you, too.

Okay.

You have fun.

(kids chattering)

♪ ♪

‐(popping) ‐BOTH: You're gonna die in there.

(boys laugh)

MAYA: So, what's your guys's plan?

I'm going to the club.

Desperate for some dick

that hasn't been dead for a decade.

(chuckles) Same.

NICOLE: I'm going to see my brother.

I'm just gonna go look at the ocean.

Think I'm starting to get depressed about being dead.

MAYA: I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

It's already crowded as fuck.

(women chuckle)

‐Can I help you? ‐(chuckles): Hi.

Do you guys just dress up in time for Halloween?

Are you superfans?

‐Superfans of what? ‐SCARLETT: Come on, babe!

Time's a‐wasting.

Come in for a little bit first.

(Ruby and Scarlett chuckling)

Oh, um... Hello?

Wait.

Hello?

(echoes): Hello?

Hello?

Anyone?

(creaking)

Hello? I'm Michelle.

The new owner.

Hello?

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Hello? Hello? I assume if you're here

that you're superfans.

I know you can hear me.

Love to chat with you about the show.

Hello?

I'm making a game based on the Murder House.

I know you're here.

I'm just trying to understand the vibe. Please?

Whatever that means. (chuckles)

Hello?

Anyone?

Hello?

♪ ♪

(both chuckle softly)

If you could escape this house‐‐

not out in the world but, like, in a...

put your soul to rest kind of way‐‐

would you do it?

Maybe a few years ago before I met you.

I don't mind going on forever as long as forever includes you.

(Scarlett chuckles softly)

‐Would you want that? ‐No.

Not even if it meant freedom and relief for your dads?

Fuck my dads.

Fuck every ghost in here.

‐(chuckles) ‐Fuck anyone and everyone

who isn't you or me.

God, life is rough out in the world of living.

I don't need money, but I took a shit job at Erewhon

just to have something to do with my days

‐besides watch Family Feud. ‐(chuckles)

My life is basically just waiting

for Halloween to roll around every year.

If I didn't have you to look forward to,

I wouldn't want to be alive at all.

I won't let anything get in the way of our time together.

Even though you're gonna stay young and hot and I'm gonna get

‐old and wrinkly? ‐Oh, bring on the gray pubes.

(both chuckle)

‐I love you. ‐I love you.

Let's go cause some trouble.

(both chuckle)

♪ ♪

Hello?

Hello?

(man crying)

(crying continues)

Hello?

(panting)

Sorry.

I usually only cry like this after I masturbate.

Pardon?

Nothing.

(exhales)

Aren't you that lady I saw talking to the Realtor

the other day?

You didn't actually buy this place, did you?

(chuckles softly) No. Um...

I just needed to find a way to get in.

Deal's never gonna close.

Um, I don't actually have the money.

I'm making a video game,

and I am creatively stuck, and this is

my last effort at getting some sort of inspiration.

I actually don't know what else to fucking do.

Is it violent?

Because I've always counseled parents

that violent video games are terrible for children.

Wait a minute.

(chuckles) Aren't you, um...?

What are you doing here?

Paying for my sins.

Just like everyone else in this godforsaken place.

You know what's a bad combination

for eternal happiness?

Your wife, your forever teenaged daughter,

her boyfriend, a newborn

and your former mistress all trapped

in the same house together.

(both chuckle)

Okay, this has got to be some kind of joke, right?

I mean, what do you do? Do you just

come in here and fuck with people

on Halloween night who sneak in? Right?

It's the farthest thing from a joke.

I'm in hell.

And don't start telling me it's all my fault

like that other therapist in here.

I didn't want to cheat on my wife.

I resisted for years

in this house.

But Hayden is really persistent,

and Vivien can be so judgy and sullen

‐sometimes. ‐So, you're blaming the women in your life

for you being a cheater? Okay.

Um, you can never actually find forgiveness

if you don't take responsibility for your own actions.

I'm just saying life is complicated.

And so is death, apparently.

The problem was

I always thought I could have it all.

A wife and a mistress.

A family and a life outside my house.

So I ended up here

with nothing.

Judging by that look on your face,

my professional opinion is that you were cheated on.

‐You look triggered. ‐No. Uh...

(chuckles) Actually, uh, Steven was faithful.

I'm judging you just because, I don't know, I can.

(clears throat) The trouble in my marriage was me,

if I want to be honest.

Okay? I like to want things,

and then I get obsessed about getting them.

It's compelling in a courtship.

Everybody wants to feel like they're wanted.

‐Hmm. ‐I'm just not so great once I actually get it

'cause, um, over time, I...

(inhales, clears throat)

I get bored.

And then I can be quite hurtful.

You like being hungry more than being fed.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Okay, so, here's...

What I'm really hungering for now is an understanding.

Tell me... Tell me what this place is like. I mean,

I want to know what it truly feels like to be here

and to feel the‐the longing and the‐the fear,

‐the fun. ‐Fun?

Is it fun when the record

you're listening to skips over and over?

Is it fun being on a merry‐go‐round for decades?

‐No. ‐(chuckles)

Uh, I'm... I'm designing a video game.

And for it to work, it's got to be fun.

It's got to have purpose.

You know, there's got to be a point so that the player's

‐gonna want to continue playing. ‐There is no purpose here.

There is no point in here.

It's just endless dull with no escape.

We're not in hell. It's an old house

in a neighborhood in L. A.

You know, it's surrounded by perfectly normal houses.

There's got to be a point, right?

I mean, maybe there's even a way to escape.

It's just nobody's figured out how yet.

You know, my son says that, uh, the people who are trapped here

are probably stuck because they never resolved their issues

when they were alive, so their damage becomes their destiny.

Maybe the point is that you have to learn and grow,

and only then can you escape.

So you think if I have intense therapy sessions

with each of the ghosts,

they'll have some kind of Ordinary People,

Prince of Tides breakthrough

and find spiritual peace?

(laughing)

Sorry.

Not gonna happen. I tried that with Tate

after I got stuck here,

and he's just as bananas as he's always been.

Okay. Um...

Well...

Um, can I speak to somebody

who's maybe not so lost and hopeless?

Then you've come to the wrong house.

Okay.

Um...

SCARLETT: Can we help you?

(exhales)

Um, yes.

I'm trying to understand the vibe of this place,

but all I'm really getting is that everybody

associated with it is just... really crazy.

I'm just gonna make a video game about True Blood or...

‐something normal. ‐You want to get the vibe?

Here's what you need to understand about this place.

Yes, there are a few spirits who want out,

but there are others here who have no interest in growth,

who embrace how fucked‐up we all are.

Now, the only thing that we love more

than being stuck in our own misery

is being stuck here

with the suckers who are even more miserable.

The repetition is the point.

The endless nothing filled with pain

is the purpose.

The only thing that we need

is more souls to feed the suffering.

(snarling)

Shit.

‐What? ‐As your therapist,

my professional opinion is

‐that you should run like hell. ‐What?

Uh...

(grunts, panting)

‐(whimpering) ‐You really don't understand this place at all.

Leave now or you're gonna be forced to understand forever.

(screams)

‐RUBY: It's your turn. ‐(screams)

Dead again.

(screams)

(gasping)

(kids chattering)

WOMAN: Say "trick or treat."

MICHELLE: Hi, baby.

(chuckles)

Oh.

No.

Please don't do that. We have one night together.

It took a week for them to find your body.

We didn't even know you were missing for three days

because you lied

and said you were going to a horror convention.

‐I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry. ‐Bullshit.

You didn't want me to try and stop you.

It wasn't until we started getting calls

that we found out you tried to buy a house.

As soon as I heard that, I knew where you were.

That I was never gonna see you again.

That your stupid fucking obsession

‐got you killed. ‐Listen to me. Hey.

I just wanted to build something special for us.

I just wanted to make you proud.

By making a video game?

You know what you could have done to impress me?

If you had went to a fucking shrink

and dealt with your shit.

If you had shown me that people can change.

I would've been more proud if you quit making the fucking game

once you realized that you couldn't do it,

rather than getting yourself fucking killed

because you‐you get so trapped by your obsessions.

Hey. It's too late for that.

It's too late for that. Look, I'm...

I'm stuck as I am, okay? I'm stuck

in that place.

There's no escaping the Murder House.

I think there is.

‐How? ‐Fire.

Fire purifies everything. You need to burn,

burn that motherfucker to the ground.

And I'm more than happy to do the job.

Listen to me. If you do that,

if it works,

I'm gone.

I...

(crying): I don't see you ever again. Okay?

You were gone from me a long time ago.

Besides, it's time

for all of the misery of that house to end.

I never want to see or hear

‐one more thing about Murder House again. ‐Okay.

But, look, there's good people in there.

They're trying to live their productive lives,

whatever that means.

Just promise me

you're not gonna do anything to that house, okay?

Promise me.

Fine.

‐Hey. Hey. ‐What?

Why aren't you dressed up? (chuckles)

I don't like Halloween anymore.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You guys coming inside?

‐We like to do it our own way. ‐Hey.

Sorry about trapping you in there.

You held the knife, but I did it to myself, really.

Ten seconds to sunrise.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(dog barking in distance)

(liquid sloshing)

‐The fuck is this? ‐Oh, no.

‐RUBY: You know him? ‐MICHELLE: He's my son.

He's trying to burn the house down.

Thinks it's gonna free all the spirits.

Will it?

God, I hope so.

Well, what about those of us who don't want to be free?

I do not need this shit today.

MICHELLE: Rory.

I think you and your son should really consider

some family therapy. Now, I know that you've already met

with Ben Harmon, but I can assure you

‐you'll see much better results with me. ‐Move.

Quite frankly, he's just not that good.

(chuckles)

I'm available anytime.

♪ ♪

RUBY: I'm gonna gut him but make sure he bleeds out slowly enough

to throw him off the property. The last thing we need is

another troublemaker in here. ‐GLADYS: No!

(Gladys grunts)

Sorry, Ruby.

What you and Scarlett had was so lovely,

but it's time for us to go now.

(grunting)

We can't take it anymore.

‐I just need it to be over. ‐RUBY: You stupid bitches.

Don't you understand what that means?

It means we become nothing!

Nothing is better than this for all eternity.

(Ruby grunts)

Attaboy.

Burn, baby, burn.

‐MAYA: Dr. Harmon. ‐(Ruby gasping)

And the record kept skipping

over and over...

...and over.

(coughing)

Sorry. Not sorry.

(lighter flicks)

(Ruby gasping, coughing)

Yeah, can I get a breakfast burrito, a fresh orange juice,

‐oh, and an apple pie? ‐(phone chimes)

(tires screech)

(tires squealing)

Are you sure this is what you want?

Yes.

Guess you figured out a way to end the video game.

It'll be a best seller.

I'm sure of it.

(Rory sighs)

Goodbye, Mom.

(crying): Bye, my sweet boy.

‐(screams) ‐Mom!

MICHELLE: No! Do it! Light it up!

Do it, baby, do it!

‐(grunts) ‐(Michelle screams)

(Ruby grunts)

No! No! No!

‐No! ‐No!

(panting) Please.

‐(crying): No! ‐(whispers): Do it.

Do it!

(grunting)

♪ ♪

Ruby!

RUBY (crying): Scarlett.

Die with me!

(crying)

♪ ♪

(mouths)

MAN: Well, the ghosts weren't the problem.

It was the damn TV show fans

that kept coming here at all hours to take selfies.

Hey, assholes,

it's just a house.

NEWSWOMAN: The fire is out

except for some smoldering remnants.

And just like that,

one of the most notorious houses in all of Los Angeles‐‐

maybe the world‐‐ is finally gone for good.

♪ ♪

(buttons beeping)

(lock buzzes)

‐You must be Scarlett. ‐Yes. Hi.

Let me show you the unit.

As you can see, the developers

spared no expense.

Everything in this unit is state‐of‐the‐art,

and these are divine.

‐The architect went... ‐Tim.

Can we have an honest relationship?

(chuckles): Yeah, okay.

Do you tell people

who are looking at these new condo units

that these grounds are hallowed?

Hallowed?

Well, dozens of people died here.

People who mattered.

Until the fire.

Do you tell potential buyers

that this building of condominiums

used to be the Murder House?

(chuckles softly)

Actually, no.

No, I don't.

‐Why not? ‐Well, to be honest‐‐

since that's what we're aiming for‐‐

at first,

I was torn.

I sold the first five units, and I said nothing

about that place that used to be here.

But people have been living in this new building now

for over six months, and I check in on my customers.

No one has been harmed.

There have been no apparition sightings.

I believe

that the fire purified whatever occult forces

were contained within those walls.

And I also believe that those spirits

or whatever you want to call them

are finally free.

And this is the last unit, correct?

Yeah.

I'll take it.

All cash.

You'll pay $1 million

all cash?

A young woman your age?

I'm sorry, may I ask how you got that kind of money?

I utilized my greatest life skill

and became a hired assassin.

I'm semiretired now.

Maybe I'll go back to it one day. Who knows?

But it was lucrative

and fun killing bad people.

(chuckles nervously)

Don't look so shocked, Tim. I told you

‐I wanted an honest relationship. ‐(chuckles)

Okay, Scarlett.

I'll draw up the papers. This unit is officially yours.

("Ghost" by Noah Cyrus playing)

♪ Why don't we take a walk? ♪

♪ Everybody knows a hand to hold is all we need ♪

♪ Quiet, let's not even talk ♪

♪ Every word I say to you ♪

♪ You only just repeat ♪

♪ And when you're looking in the mirror ♪

♪ Demons may be closer than they may appear ♪

♪ You can either cry and sit and stare ♪

♪ Or try to run away ♪

♪ I'm trying to run away ♪

♪ I'm staring at a ghost ♪

♪ I'm staring at a ghost ♪

♪ And when you're looking in the mirror ♪

♪ Demons may be closer than they may appear ♪

♪ You can either cry and sit and stare ♪

♪ Or try to run away ♪

♪ I'm trying to run away ♪

♪ I'm staring at a ghost. ♪

Ruby?

I'm here.

I'm finally ready to be with you.

Forever.

(crying): But I'm too late.

(sniffles) You're gone forever.

(gasps)

(panting)

Where are the others?

My dads?

They're gone.

They chose to move on.

I saw them go.

They seemed happy. Most of them did, at least.

Why are you still here?

I was the only one who wanted to stay.

For you, Scarlett.

I knew you'd come back to me.

True love never dies.

♪ ♪

(fireworks popping)

DEEP VOICE: Success. You escaped Murder House.

Oh!

MICHELLE: So? What do you think?

Version 2.0. I mean, does it get the vibe?

Totally. It's so much better.

‐(chuckles) ‐But I think you need to have a level

where the kid gets, like, a magic potion

from the Supremes

to help burn the house down or‐or something.

I'd like to see that. I think it'd make the game harder.

I mean, I‐I couldn't afford it, so...

If we sell it, though, we can maybe do it as an update

‐or something. ‐Well, at least you fixed the glitches in the controls.

‐Oh, did I? Did I fix the glitches? ‐(laughs)

Yes, I insisted on it.

You really like it?

‐It's super cool. ‐(chuckles)

And I'm really proud of you.

Thank you, baby.

‐Want to play again? ‐No.

‐I think I've spent enough time in the Murder House. ‐(chuckles)

Do you want to go get something to eat?

‐Yeah, I'm starving. ‐Let's go.

But where do you think

all of the spirits who got trapped

in the Murder House went?

The ones who wanted to stay stayed,

and the ones who wanted to move on,

they maybe went to heaven or hell.

Well, do you think any of them escaped into the world?

‐Hope not. ‐Hmm.

♪ ♪

Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH