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(orchestral strings build to an evil chaos)

- Hey tough-guy, what's the hold up?

Yeah, what are you waiting for?

Come on. Paul?

Let's get back in the car please.

- You guys wanna help me out?

Need like three hands for this thing?

(laughter)

What an idiot.

More like three inches.

(more laughs)

What's the matter, Biff?

Witch giving you stage fright?

(laughs)

Is your turtle afraid to come out of its shell?

(laughter)

She may not be pissed off. She definitely got pissed on.

Wow. Clever. So surprising you're not going to college.

Well, with looks like these. I mean...

Oh my God.

- What the fu...

- Haha, very f...

Paul?

Paul?

- He, he's just messing with us.

You don't have to get out of the

...car.

- Come on Paul, stop playing around.

[Larry] Let's go Paul. [Soko] Yeah, come on Paul. [Larry] This is not funny.

Hey, jerk off. I don't have time for this.

All right Paul, you got us. Okay?

- Come on, Paul.

Yo, dickhead, we're not impressed.

Hey, 2.0. Let's go.

I, I got a math test in the morning.

Dude, I need to eat.

- I'm really starting to get worried.

Alright, you scared us.

Are you happy now?

[Larry] Come on. We're trying to get outta here, man.

Awwfff...

- Oh, oh my God.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What is it?

- Rrrroahhhrr!

(girls scream)

- Assholes.

I can't believe you.

(guys laugh)

- I told you guys.

- Got it, man!

- That was too easy.

(laughing and moaning)

- Let's get out of here, I'm hungry.

I can't believe you fell for that.

Anybody else gotta take a leak?

Yeah. On your head.

No!

(indistinct chatter and chuckling)

(foreboding music darkens)

(car doors slam)

- Ahhhh... Witch's house.

- Pfft.

(ignition starts)

(music jolts)

(music whines like tortured souls)

- Look, if you're having trouble with this thing --

(bell rings)

- - come and see me now.

Don't come crying to me later when it's due.

(indistinct chatter of students)

- Okay.

Bye...

Uh, Caitlin.

- Hey.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Mhmm.

- Look, I haven't really talked to you, since...

(Caitlin exhales)

Anyway.

You know, you've, you've always been a great student.

You know, your sister was one of my favorites,

but your latest test scores

and papers, it hasn't been your best work.

- I know. I just,

- You don't even have to say it.

And I don't think your GPA should have to suffer

because of your loss.

I just want you to know I'm not gonna average them

into your grade for the term.

- Okay, thanks.

- I just need to know

that you have an overall handle on everything we've covered so far

and then we can sort of

start fresh in the new year.

- I appreciate it. - Great.

- When you're ready, let's spend an

afternoon or evening going over the major points

of the syllabus together.

No pen, no paper. We do it orally.

Just two mature people having a discussion.

Couple hours at best.

And then when we're done, I'll know, that you know

what you should know.

Good?

- I guess.

- Yeah?

Great. It's a date.

You let me know when you're ready. It'll be fun.

Hey, I gotta get going.

- Yeah, of course.

See you Monday.

(threatening music swirls)

(crows caw from afar)

(a clock tics)

(puffing sound)

(puff)

(puff)

(puffs louder)

(iron puffs, again)

(single musical note holds indefinitely)

(music darkens)

(someone sniffs)

(clock continues to tic)

(iron puffs)

(footsteps)

(mysterious music)

(heartfelt music)

(music darkens)

(dog barks in distance)

- This is really good. Yeah? I'm getting better I guess.

Don't you cook for yourself while you're at school?

Yeah, not really. More like, order a pizza.

Boil water for ramen noodles or microwave a burrito.

Love noodles.

- Who doesn't?

Mom would've killed you

if she knew you were eating like that.

That's what going away to school is all about.

Getting away with stuff you couldn't do at home.

Well, I guess I don't have to go away for that.

Don't be so sure of that.

You know how old fashioned dad can be.

He's probably watching us right now making sure we finish

everything on our plates.

Right.

(laughs)

May I be excused?

(Abby chuckles)

Yes?

(ominous music)

Wait.

- What?

(evil strings play)

Daddy? Is that you?

You're breaking up.

Hello?

Caitlin?

Ooop

(creepy giggling)

I'm excused.

(footsteps on wood)

(emotional music)

(Dog barks in the distance)

(Ominous music fades up)

(Heavy footsteps crunching leaves)

(Twigs snapping)

(Ominous music fades down)

- I don't know what you're complaining about.

Do you ever cook for her?

- I'm not supposed to cook. Why do you think I got married?

(both laugh)

- I don't know why I bother.

- Easy Kat.

That constitutes battery nowadays.

- Nowadays? Oh please.

Ed doesn't even know which century it is.

So I think I'm good. You running behind today Ryan?

I almost called the police.

- Ha ha. I actually had to do some work this morning.

Anything newsworthy? No.

Just a bunch of teenagers causing trouble last night.

There's this long standing tradition in this area

where a bunch of kids cram into a car, ride

around past all the creepy places, you know, drinking,

telling scary ghost stories.

This guy Rod Stahley start the whole thing, years ago.

Called it going on a ghost run.

I actually used to do it when I was in high school.

- Holy shit. Well I'm surprised the FBI

isn't swooping in the take this one.

(Kat laughs)

- Yeah. I gotta give it to these kids.

They do a lot better job with it than I did.

I mean, some of this stuff is pretty authentic.

- They place fake satanic objects, dead animals,

anything they can find to scare the hell out

of the people along for the ride.

Oh, creepy (laughs).

- How do you know they're not?

- How do I know they're not what?

- Um, authentic?

- What are you talking about?

- Well, this Rod guy who, who started these ghost runs?

Where'd he get his stories from?

I don't know. I'm thinking old guys who like to start trouble?

(Kat laughs)

I don't know Ed.

I'm sure they were all just made up.

- No, don't be so sure. I know where these stories came from.

And remember not too long ago,

this area was not quite so suburban.

Shit does not go away, sheriff.

Just 'cause you landscape it nicely. Have a good day.

- You too Ed?

- O...K... then.

(Kat giggles to herself)

(Creepy music begins to simmer)

(puffing can be heard from an iron)

(an unsettling tone hangs in the air)

(metal clinking sounds)

(unsettling score continues)

Otis?

(unsettling score continues)

(unsettling score transitions to peaceful)

(thud)

Hey-hey!

- Hi.

- How's my favorite student?

- Uhhh-ah.

- OH, I hope you don't mind.

I just wanted to say hi. It's so cold out there.

- Uh, no. It's fine

- What are you up to?

- Uh, I just had to run into the pharmacy.

- Huh? - So how are you Mr. Delaney?

- I'd be a whole lot better if you called me Tim.

Abby -

You're an adult now. Last time I checked, so was I.

I think we can address each other by our first names

and not get in trouble. How are you Abigail?

- I'm all right. - Yeah.

- Yeah? I mean, as much as I can be.

- I know there are things we think will never change.

- Yeah, I just thought, I guess I never thought. I just...

- I know. You're not supposed

to think about things like that at your age.

That's what makes it so tough.

- Life is... It just got so different so fast.

- Anyway, if you need anything, let me know.

Promise?

- All right. (chuckles)

- Here.

(tense music rises)

Now you have my number.

(Tim's phone rings)

- And I have yours.

- Right.

(tense music continues)

(Tim exhales with satisfaction)

- I'm here if you and Caitlin need anything, okay?

- Yeah. Okay. I have to go.

- Under Tim.

- Huh?

- In your contacts

- Under Tim.

(tense music carries off in waves)

(clock chimes ring in the distance)

(wicked music whirls)

(papers rustle)

(wind howls in the distance)

(door creaks, ever so slightly)

(another creak)

(high picthed musical note carries)

(door slowly creaks more)

- Oh, hey! Otis, No!

- Bad boy

(wind wooshed in)

(door claps)

(door claps)

(door claps)

(door claps)

(door claps)

(door claps)

(eerie music plays)

(door clicks and latches)

(wind howls)

- What the hell are you doing?

(Abby yelps)

- Uh, What am I doing?

I am, ah, I am cleaning up the mess Otis made

because you left his treats out.

(laughs)

Oops. Sorry.

Yeah, I couldn't sleep so I was working

and then Otis scared the hell out of me.

Then the door, you, ah,

- What's, what's all this?

Abbs?

- I'm thinking about selling.

Selling, selling what?

The house.

No. Why?

When were you gonna... when were you gonna tell me this?

I was just weighing out our options. Okay?

Wh-- Why would you do this?

All right, look, I'm not trying

to take you away from your school or your friends,

but we live on a farm

and last I checked, neither one of us are farmers.

How long did you think this would last?

So what are you saying?

I'm saying, unless you wanna become old McDonald overnight

and start plowing fields at 5:00 AM we need

to be realistic about this.

This place can make us broke or it can make us rich.

- You know, you think you know something about dealing with loss,

but all you know is how to not deal with it.

And instead of thinking about how to get away from here,

why don't you spend five minutes thinking about this home

that our family has had for generations.

Our parents who, who gave us everything

and all the great people in this town

who you left in the dust

when you went away to your fucking school?

You do what you want, I'm not going with you.

(sad music plays)

(footsteps stomp away)

(bedroom door slams)

(music transitions to evil sounding)

(music builds threateningly)

- Oops. That doesn't count.

It's only considered the blood of Christ

where it makes it into your mouth.

Otherwise it's just cheap wine. Okay?

(crowd laughs)

Thank you Father.

You sent your son to die for our sins

so that we may enter your kingdom.

Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy holy name;

Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven (prayer fades)

[Priest] You're welcome, always a pleasure. You know that.

[Girl 1] Thank you Father.

Awesome, awesome. You.

- Thank you.

You're so sweet.

[Priest] Hey-hey, Abigail... [Abigail] Hi. [Priest] I wanna talk to you for a second.

Oh, okay.

Thank you Father.

Have a great day.

[Girl 2] Thank you. [Priest] God bless you.

[Woman] Thank you Father. [Priest] God bless you. Sweetie.

[Woman] Take care.

- That was a lovely mass Father.

- How are you dear? - I'm good.

- You know, it's a sin to lie, especially to me.

- No, really. I'm fine. - And where's Caitlin this morning?

- Well, we had a rough night last night,

so I let her sleep in.

- You know I'm here for the rough nights too.

If you need anything, let me know.

- Okay? I will.

- Listen.

Here's my card. It has the rectory number

and it has my mobile as well. Yes?

- Yes. Father, - Give us a hug.

(Abby laughs)

- Thank you. See you - Next week.

Definitely.

(a crow caws)

(ominous music rises)

(flies buzz)

(buzzing increases)

(crow continues)

- What do you make of it? - Somebody sure killed something.

- Like what? - I dunno, cat?

Something bigger, maybe?

- Gross man.

Stupid fucking kids.

- Yeah. I'm just not a hundred percent sure it was the kids.

- Of course it was the kids. It's always the kids.

Hey Ry, the woman

who called in the complaint said there were men

right behind her house.

- Yeah. - But the edge

of her development's way the heck that way.

And there are like dozens of these

little trails back around here.

But you need to come straight here.

How'd you stumble onto this place?

- Actually, I was riding my bike with my friends.

- You, you bike ride. Sorry. Excuse me. You have friends?

- I did. I was in junior

high school when I found this place.

(music shifts to mysterious)

(crow calls out)

(mysterious music continues)

(dog barks)

- So besides these four women,

can anyone tell me the only other woman to be nominated

to the United States Supreme Court?

Caitlin, are you still with us?

- Yes. Mrs. Reese.

- Elizabeth.

- Meyer?

- Anyone else? Agree, disagree?

- Hi. Where are you coming from?

(Abby sighs)

(mysterious music grows darker and fades)

(dog barks in the distance)

(wind howls like a tortured soul)

(silence in the house)

(evil music begins)

(the sound of wind rises)

What the hell?

(the wind is gone)

(strange metallic squeak)

(more metallic sounds)

(like a swingset)

(sounds continue)

(rusty creaking)

(ominous music rises)

(metal scrapes)

(more metal scrapes)

(metal sound)

(pitched music builds)

(door ratchets)

(Heavy breathing)

(slow creaking)

(Abby struggles for breath)

- What do you want?

(wicked musics crescendos)

(door slowly squawks)

Please...

(door emits painful creaking)

(frightened breaths)

Please leave us alone.

Please!

(breathy cries)

Caitlin!

(click)

(knocking)

Caitlin?

[Caitlin] What are you doing?

[Abigail] There's somebody in that room. We have to go.

[Caitlin} What?

[Abigail] We have to go.

- What? Are you insane?

- Caitlin, don't!

- Caitlin No!

(Abby breathes heavy)

- Abbs, there's nothing here.

(creepy music hovers)

(knob jiggles)

(Abby whispers)

He must be in Mom & Dad's room. We need to call the police.

[Caitlin] Abby...

I'm checking Mom and Dad's room.

[Abigail] Caitlin. Caitlin.

[Abigail] Cait! I'm not imagining this. There's someone in there.

Okay, don't move.

(evil music continues to whirl)

(to self) Oh my God...

(evil music turns darker)

[Abigail] Hi. It's Abigail White. There's someone in our house.

Yes, I saw him!

Please hurry.

Sheriff's gonna be here in a few minutes.

Caitlin, did you see something?

We're gonna go down to the porch, okay?

And we're gonna wait for the Sheriff.

Okay?

Okay...

(sinister music rings on)

[Abigail] Okay. Come'on, come'on, come'on.

(twisted strings play out)

(heavy footsteps approach)

- So what do you think boss? - Well, there's flooring up here.

It does lead to some of the access

panels in the other rooms.

- So, it's possible someone could have

ran off while she was freaking out?

- Possible. Yeah, but I mean, a guy crawls up here

and goes down through one of the

other rooms and gets passed all of us?

- Yeah. So you're saying she's crazy?

The hot ones are always crazy.

(Ronny laughs)

- You're crazy, Ronny. And, you're not that hot.

- We all know that's not true, boss.

(slight laughter)

- You saw something?

No.

I know you saw something.

No, I, I just got scared.

Caitlin?

I'm fine.

It was nothing.

You just freaked me out. That's all.

(eerie music rises)

- Well?

Nothing. So you don't believe me?

- No, no. We definitely believe something's going on here.

Your sister said you saw something.

- No, I, I didn't.

- Well what about the dog? Where does he stand in all this?

- Um, I don't know. I haven't seen him.

Oh my God.

Otis. Otis.

- Otis. Otis. Otis. Come here boy.

Otis. Otis. Otis.

(tense music)

- Otis?

Otis?

(clapping)

(more clapping)

(click)

- Hi buddy.

(Otis whimpers)

(whine)

(soft whine)

Hey, it's okay. You can come on out.

(slight yelp)

It's alright buddy. It's okay. Come on baby.

(footsteps moving off)

[Sheriff] Where was he? [Caitlin] Where was he?

Uh, He...

- He was behind dad's chair

in the den. In the corner.

- Is that normal for him? - It's not like

he's never been back there.

It's not like I'm about to come when we call

either. Plus he seems scared.

(Ronny] He still seems scared.

What, I'm just saying.

Look girls.

I don't know what's going on here.

It's possible there was a man up there who slipped past us but...

but we will figure it out.

So for tonight, Ronny

and I will camp out down here and keep watch.

You're good with that, right Ronny?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

What else would I be doing on a Saturday night?

(silly music)

(gun drops)

Sorry.

(radio static)

- This is dispatch. Any mobile units in the vicinity of Hullmetta Boulevard?

- This is unit one over.

- Oh hey Ryan. We have an auto accident involving a single

vehicle off Hullmetta Boulevard.

Who do you want there?

- I'm practically there right now. I'll take it.

- Copy

- Ambulance?

- There's one en route.

- Copy that, on my way.

- Thanks Ry.

- Alright kid.

Looks like it's all yours. Hold down the fort.

- I'll keep it warm for you, boss. - Ry, uh, be careful out there.

Always.

Do the same here.

- Got it.

(dog barks in the distance)

(sinister music rises)

(more barking)

(Ronny moans)

(wind blows outside)

(evil violin bellows)

(musical dissonance builds)

Don't be scared.

- Huh?

Ow. Fuck!

(Caitlin laughs)

- Oh, hey. - I said don't be scared.

Oh no, I, I wasn't scared.

[Caitlin] Are you okay?

[Ronny] Yeah. Yeah, it's nothing. It's just a scratch.

Yeah.

Good.

(beeping from truck)

(diesel truck backing up)

- Hey, what's up Ryan? - What's up Stan?

Thanks for coming out.

Saw the paramedics leave. Anyone get hurt?

- Yeah. - Ah, shit.

- Yeah, it's weird too

'cause there's no skid marks anywhere in the road here.

It's just kind of like he just drove himself into that tree.

- Well, he coulda' just fallen asleep behind the wheel.

- Yeah, I guess so. Maybe.

- Anyways, I'm gonna back her up and get her outta here.

Unless you got something else to do?

- Uh, yeah, sorry. Go for it.

- All right, Ry.

See you later, man.

- Thanks bud.

(footsteps on broken glass)

(mysterious music plays)

- How do you feel about double Ds?

- Excuse me?

(Caitlin chuckles) - As a nickname?

Deputy Dylan.

(both chuckle)

- Oh (chuckling) - Yeah, right.

Deputy Di.

That's double... DD. That's really, you're super funny.

But um- you can just call me Ron.

- I will.

- Cool.

- I just came in for a drink.

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Me too.

(witchy music swirls)

(Caitlin exhales, slowly)

(swallows)

(exhales with satisfaction)

(inhales deeply)

- Well...

Good night.

- Yeah.

- Bye.

(Caitlin giggles)

- Sanctus satanas sanctus.

- Sanctus satanas sanctus.

- Dominus Diabolis Sabbath.

- Dominus Diabolis Sabbath.

- Ave Satanas.

Ave Satanas.

Darkest father,

we offer you a thousand

thanks for your vigilance. We are all your slaves.

(evil music smolders)

- Kneel, child.

- We give to you...

And in return, you see to it that our cups runeth over.

(sinister music bellows)

(Girl's voice muffled)

- Wait...

- --I, I don't want to.

- Please?

- I changed my mind, stop.

(distant cries)

No...

No!

(faint moaning)

(sensual moaning]

(sensual moaning)

(sensual moaning continues)

(sensual moaning continues)

- Ronny!

(sensual moaning)

(sensual moaning continues)

(sensual moaning heightens)

Hey Dillon!

(Caitlin screams with ecstasy)

Deputy Dillon, come back.

(wicked strings carry on)

Ronnie, are you awake?

- Screw it.

Glad somebody's getting some rest.

(moaning continues)

(Moaning builds to a pitch)

(evil music scratches feverishly)

(heavy breaths)

(evil music devolves)

(mysterious, threatening music rises)

(car engine revs away)

(chaotic, threatening music plays)

(diner sounds. door chimes)

(big exhale)

- Don't usually see you here on Sundays.

- Actually, I was waiting to talk to you.

- About? - What we were speaking about last time.

The Satanic stuff. Tell me a little more about that?

- Haven't you heard all these stories?

- Yeah, I guess I just never

really strung them all together.

- Oh, okay. Well, back in the fifties, well, maybe even

before these folks used to come out from the city

to practice their devil worship.

- Yeah, I've heard that. But, how do you know?

- My dad.

He would see them firsthand.

He'd, he'd walk the dogs in the woods up by Port and Hullmetta

and he'd see them back then.

Um,These folks, they'd pull up in their limousines,

these really rich folks and,

and they'd come at all hours of the day and night

and they'd trek up into the woods

and they'd spend the weekend here hidden from everybody.

- Okay. That doesn't make them devil worshipers.

They would just be enjoying a country getaway.

- Country getaway? There's no streams, there's no meadows,

there's no rolling hills, there's no views back there.

My goodness. You, you could find beautiful land right

outside the city back then.

Why did those people come all the way out here?

Those woods, they are dark and they're dense.

This is the northern most extension of the pine barrens.

- Alright, but I'm, I'm still not hearing any facts.

Facts? The remains of that village,

that secret village is still up there.

Never on the county records, yet there it is.

Concrete foundations and all. Can you explain that?

That's a fact, Sheriff.

A hundred feet from the road and yet no one could see it.

But my dad, he saw it. He saw it really often.

He, he would hear them chanting

and then he would see them in their gowns, in their costumes

as they marched through the woods.

And he's not the only one.

I know many people, many good people

who saw strange things up there.

Actually, I was one of them, Sheriff.

I I, I saw it too when, when I was a kid.

I, it was one of their big celebrations.

And I, I, I snuck up there to peak.

My dad was, he was always saying to me, just leave him be.

But I was like, I said, I was a kid and I was curious

and I, I snuck out there and,

and I peeked through the slats on one of their structures.

(Eds breathing becomes labored)

They had a, they had a a, a girl in there

and she was naked and bound

and they were gonna do something to her.

I, I don't, I don't, I I,

I don't know what they were gonna do.

And I got really scared

and I, I felt like I was being watched.

I I had to get outta there.

I, I, I just, I, I just,

I I ran away that, that's what I did.

I ran away.

(piercing music rings)

You do remember when you were a kid

that they found a girl's body out by the edge

of the road in a trash bag?

- Yeah. That, that doesn't mean it's related.

- No, no. It definitely doesn't.

But it also doesn't mean that it's not related.

There are a million really strange things that have happened

around here that aren't necessarily related.

I...

Yeah, I, I, I guess if I think about it, I can remember more

and more stories that it just seems so unlikely,

so odd that anyone could possibly believe

that in today's day and age.

- Son, it's a religion.

It's a religion as old as time itself.

Who are you to question that?

Every day, millions of people ask the same question about the beliefs

of the person sitting directly across from them.

Yet it still goes on. Right?

I mean, has Christianity gone anywhere in the past 50 years?

(Ed laughs)

People still believe in God. Right?

You can't have one without the other, my friend.

(food bell chimes)

Thanks, Ed.

Sheriff, have you ever heard the name Anton Lavey?

He's the founder of the Church of Satan.

Do you know where the official world headquarters

for the Church of Satan was in the seventies?

Potterswood, New Jersey. Two minutes away.

Google it.

- I will.

Google it?

You're funny Ed.

- Take care, Sheriff.

(metal door squeaks open)

- Good morning.

- Hey!

'morning.

Hey, listen-

- What the hell's going on here?!

Whoah.

Take it easy, Tim. All right.

The girls had a scare last night, all right?

(cell phone rings)

What's going on?

- That's what I wanna know.

Everybody just quiet. All right, hang on.

(Cell phone rings)

Lemme take this.

Yeah. Ry?

Uh-huh?

Yeah, of course, I'll tell her.

All right. Yeah. Bye.

...Um.

Your realtor got into a car accident last night on Hullmetta Blvd.

He died. Sorry.

I'm late for church.

Were they close?

It's not that.

Then what?

Their parents died on Hullmetta Boulevard.

There were no visible signs of the crash.

(sinister music treads)

(church bells toll)

- If evil is to blame for the cause of our actions,

can we not then say that our actions are the cause of evil?

If you let evil into your heart, you give it a place

to live, to grow,

to thrive, to destroy, to fester,

to beat you down.

To break you.

- Abby.

- Oh! (nervous laugh)

Oh, Mr. MacLaughlin, I didn't see you there. How are you?

- I'm just fine.

How are you?

- I'm okay.

- You sure you don't seem okay?

- Huh? Oh, uh, I just found out my realtor passed away.

So just a little distracted, I guess.

[Allistor] Oh wow.

That's sad.

Realtor?

Oh, that's right.

I did see you had the place up for sale.

You know, I've been meaning to stop in

and check on you girls... The place.

I mean, you know, we're practically family.

- Uhhh...

I guess... I, I never really thought of it like that.

- Are you kidding? Your family and my family.

They go way back.

Farming families like ours are a rare thing around here these days.

Sacred thing.

Plus, if you guys hadn't gone off on your own and you

and Billy had gotten married,

then you'd be my daughter-in-law right about now.

(Abby sighs)

Anyway, maybe you should reconsider selling the place.

I think your dad would've wanted you to keep it as is.

- I know, but we can't farm it.

And if we can't keep it farmed,

the taxes will bankrupt us by the end of the year.

- Well, I could help you with that.

You should have come to me if you were having

trouble keeping the place up.

- I didn't wanna bother anyone with our problems

- It's worth fighting for.

That is hallowed ground as far as I'm concerned.

As far as a lot of us are concerned.

Hey, don't you think it's a sign your realtor dying,

that you're supposed to keep the place?

- I don't really...

- Good!

It's settled, then.

Look, you guys keep the place.

We'll work out a business arrangement where I farm it

for you.

- I, Uh, I don't know. It's more complicated than that.

I have to talk it over with my sister,

but I'll let you know.

It was great to see you, Mr. MacLaughlin.

- Same here. Abby. You come by anytime. We'll work it out.

The whole family would love to see you.

(dark, sinister music moans)

(heavy footsteps walk off)

(music threatens)

(dark music holds)

(birds chirp)

(dark music melts away)

(a woodpecker hammers away)

(pretty tones takes over)

(birds sing with hope)

- I thought we promised no limo?

You said no limo. Okay. I had my fingers crossed.

(Abigail laughs)

- You can't afford this.

- How often do I get to take the best girl in the world

to her prom?

(she laughs)

Besides we have the rest of our lives together

to worry about spending money.

- MmHmm.

- All right?

It's also only one way, 'cause, uh,

I left my shit box parked at the school.

(Abby laughs hard)

(Billy laughs with her)

(woodpecker hammers away

(music darkens)

(train howls in the distance)

(the wind whips, angrily)

(music hums, with bad intention)

(Grandfather clock rings out)

(thump)

(thump)

(loud thump)

(strange metal sounds)

(distant thump)

(distant thump)

(metal scrapes)

(thud)

(muffled thud)

(tense music rises)

(staircase creaks)

(musical pitch rises)

(door creaks)

(switch clicks)

(music twists darkly)

(man's voice)

- Hello?

(bulb shatters)

(Abby screams)

(door slams)

(thunderous tumbling, crashing)

(Abby gasps in pain)

(exaggerated breathing)

(trying to catch her breath)

(gasping)

- Oh my God...

- My phone.

(cries in pain)

(rapid tugging at light string)

- Ohhh!

- Uh-ah...

(matches rattling)

- Eeyuh...

(labored breaths)

- Who are you?

(cries out)

(matches rattle)

(match strike)

(rapid heavy breaths)

(Man's twisted voice)

- Hello.

- Who's there?

(demonic voice) - I...

What do you want from me?

(demonic voice) - I, I want you...

- Tell me what you want?

...Dead.

(Abby screams)

(crying)

(crashing noises)

(things breaking)

(sinister music laughs away)

- Check this out.

Swipe right. Swipe left.

Hey, weren't the lights on in the house a minute ago?

On the porch, yeah, for sure!

She's not gonna turn off all the lights before

little sis' gets home.

No, she's not.

(Abby screams in the distance)

(screen door slams)

(Abby grunts & cries)

(footsteps running)

- Oh shit. Here we go.

(throbbing music pounds)

(footsteps pounding the gravel)

(Abby cries out)

- Ronny! The house. Go, go, go

- On it on it.

(gasping for breath)

- He, he's in there. He's in there.

- You're alright - you're alright!

Here. Put this on.

- He's in the basement. He-- he--did-- he touched me.

He, he's real... I'm, I'm not crazy.

(Abby gasps for breath)

- Ronny, anything?

You alright? You're okay...

What happened?

It's black in here, but nothing yet.

- He knocked me down the stairs, but...

I'm okay.

(coughs) I'm, I'm okay.

(car tires over gravel)

Here comes my sister.

- Ronny, What do you see in there?

- Caitlin. The man in the white mask. He's back.

He's in the basement. He touched me.

(tense music playing)

- Caitlin, he's in the house.

- What's going on in there? Talk to me, Ronny.

(walkie talkie sounds)

- Hey Ry, there's no one here. He musta slipped away.

(walkie talkie sounds)

Looks like someone flipped the main circuit breaker.

(sinister music)

(clank)

- Uh, so I was right here and then I turned around

and he was right there.

Wait, that means someone else had to be in the house, right?

I mean, if I was looking right at him, there had

to be someone else upstairs to flip the power.

- Doesn't explain these lights being blown out.

(ominous footsteps stomp above)

- What's going on? [Sheriff] You tell me Tim?

How is it you keep showing up after something's happened here?

- Because I have a police scanner.

- Of course you do. - What is, is

that against the law or something?

- Actually, I don't know. Uh, Abby had another scare.

- Intruder!

[Tim] What happened?

It was the same man with a white face.

He came up from behind me.

Wait...

- What is it?

That wasn't there before?

(mysterious music swirls)

- The mannequin?

No, the dress.

That was my prom dress.

(mysterious music simmers)

(wind moans)

- When Tim and I were in high school, the kids used to drive

around here in cars scaring each other,

telling old stories about the area.

- Ghost runs.

That's what we called it.

- So what? Kids do that in every town.

- Yeah. But in most towns the stories are bullshit. And here, they're...

- Here, they're true.

Anyway, these ghost runs, they were big.

They were organized. The kids running them would go through

elaborate measures to make sure the passengers encountered

some very scary things along the way.

They took it pretty far.

- And?

(dark music plays)

- And, well,

I'm pretty sure the torch has been passed

because they're active again.

- So you're saying some high school pranksters

are the ones scaring me.

- It's a possibility.

The kids have been very active

with the ghost runs as of late.

And they are very into it.

- I'm not buying that, Ryan. Ghost runs were meant

to scare the people along for the ride.

Not some girl at home minding her own business.

- And, why Abby?

- Uh, I don't know...

Maybe it's not Abby

they're trying to scare her. Maybe it's

Caitlin. She's the one in high school.

- Why would anyone wanna terrorize Caitlin?

Especially after everything we've been through.

- High school's a weird place.

Could be some jealous girls, or a guy she snubbed?

- But you don't really believe that, do you Ryan?

(Ryan takes a deep breath)

(he lets out a nervous chuckle)

- I shoulda had Ronny pick up another bottle of a bourbon.

Where's he at, anyway?

(creepy music twists)

(moaning rises)

- Ohhhh!

- Huahhh!!

- Oh-AHhhhhh...

(heavy breathing)

(sinister strings spiral)

(match strikes)

(dog barks in the distance)

(pensive music)

(dog barking intently)

(more barking)

(barking)

(music stresses)

(footsteps on gravel)

(music chomps)

(footsteps)

(music threatens)

(music whines)

(door rickets)

(music shifts)

(heavy footsteps)

(chain clicks repeatedly)

(bulb jiggles)

(distant laughter of children)

(more children laughing)

(girl's voice, muffled)

- Billy...

What we're doing...

I don't know, I...

- I...

(music builds intensely)

- It just feels wrong.

(spooky music whines)

- You are just gonna have to trust me.

She left me.

She left you. Your parents.

The only thing wrong here is her.

She's always been wrong.

This house, it belongs to you.

It belongs to us.

(dark strings moan)

(footsteps crunching leaves)

[Tim] When I was about 25, I had a girlfriend

who was deathly afraid of ghosts.

I used to make fun of her, thought she was a scaredy cat.

And then one day she tells me a story that was so, so scary

and so compelling.

I knew--

It had to be true.

And I wanted to share it.

So I told my parents at dinner.

That's when my mom --

- - casually tells me, "We had ghosts".

It's a long story,

but it only tormented my mom, not my dad.

And apparently it messed with me too, not my sister.

They said they walked into my room

and they would find me screaming

and pointing at something that they couldn't see.

I don't remember any of it,

but I do remember being very scared

as a kid in that house.

(somber music plays)

(footsteps approach)

(loud unlatching)

Yes. Sheriff Smith?

- I, I

- I, uh.

(clears his throat)

- Is this appropriate behavior for the sheriff?

I thought I heard something, so I came to check on you.

- Oh, do you need to come in and have a look?

- No, I've seen enough.

- You go to bed.

(witchy tones carry off)

- Why do you think it chose your mom and you?

- I don't. I think some people are just more

open to these things.

My mom's mom said she saw things and between my sister

and I, I take after my mom.

It's like channels on a radio.

There are some people that are just more in tune

to letting spirits in.

- What did they do, your parents?

- They moved to a new house, but

after a while it happened again.

New house, new spirit.

After that I did more and more research on the subject,

and I came to learn that once the channel

or the path is open, it tends to stay open.

Keeping you in touch with the other side.

- So you think I'm in touch,

and Caitlin's not. Like you and your sister.

- I do.

(dark music holds)

(footsteps beat the floor)

[Sheriff] Ronny come back inside? [Abigail] No, not that we've seen

[Tim] What's up?

[Sheriff] Nothing. No, I'll be right back.

(leaves crunching)

(voices chant in distance)

- Sanctus satanas sanctus. - Sanctus satanas sanctus.

- Dominus

diabolis sabbath.

- Dominus diabolis sabbath.

- Ave satanas.

- Ave satanas.

- Ave satanas. Ave satanas.

- Sanctus satanas sanctus.

- Sanctus satanas sanctus.

- Dominus diabolis sabbath.

- Dominus diabolis sabbath.

- Ave Satanas. Ave Satanas.

- Ave Satanas, Ave Satanas.

(leaves crunch)

(twig snaps)

(whack)

- Uuhh!

(ominous music flares)

(footsteps on gravel)

(dog barks)

(mysterious music hums)

(footsteps)

(wind howls)

(walkie talkie static)

- Hey Ronny, you there?

Ronny, it's Ryan. You there?

Deputy Dillon, come back.

[Tim] Anything?

Nothing.

You said you studied the subject in depth.

- The paranormal.

Yes.

- Can they, you know the, I mean--

- The ghosts? I still call them that.

- Can ghosts kill people?

- I don't know. I mean, would we ever know?

If an old person dies in their sleep

or if someone falls off a roof,

would we know if there was a ghost there to help them along?

(thunderous crashing)

(clock chimes echo out)

(sinister music unravels)

(footsteps crunching leaves)

(music darkens)

(digging noises)

- Hey.

Hey!

(sinister music twists frantically)

Aah fuck!

Ohhh, no...

- Call Ryan.

- My cell phone broke in the basement.

His card is on my nightstand.

I can call from the house phone.

Jesus Christ!

- Caitlin!

No, I know, I know. I'll go! Call 9 1 1.

Okay. Upstairs to the right...

Go!

...alright. Uh! Oh my God...

(frightened breathing)

Uuhhh...

(telephone rings)

(telephone rings)

(knocking)

Caitlin?

Caitlin?

(phone continues to ring in the distance)

(light switch clicking)

(phone rings loudly)

(music pounds tensely)

Caitlin, come on honey!

(knob jiggles)

(slam)

(rings)

(demonic voice)

- Hel-lo...

(Abby crying)

What do you want?

(twisted, man's voice)

You know - what I want...

No, I don't.

You can save her--

I don't know what you're talking about!

- You can --

can save--

- What? What, what'do you-- wh,wh'do..

You can save her...

(dial tone)

Hello?

(dial tone)

(frantic clicking)

Hello?

(threatening music spirals)

(Tim screams)

(heavy crashing, thumping)

(Tim groans in pain)

(screams in agony)

- Oh my God! Oh my--

Where's Caitlin?

No! I don't know. She's not up there. Aarrr...

(grunting in pain)

Abby?

I have to get her.

Abby?

(running footsteps)

Abby?

Nooo Abby!

Owwww!

(heavy breathing)

(diabolical music)

(running footsteps)

(labored breathing & crying)

- Okay...

(heavy breathing)

(sobbing)

(evil music swirls)

(Abby grunts & sobs)

- Where are you going?

(whimpering)

(crying)

- God...

- Where's my sister?

(evil music groans)

(footsteps approach)

- Shit. Ronny?

Ronny!

- My head. What the hell?

You tell me. I just found you here. You all right?

My head...

Looks like this branch might have come

down and clocked you good?

- No, no. It was them boss.

They were worshiping the devil over there.

- Yeah, I believe it. I just saw two of them back there.

They killed the goat and buried it. But I, I lost them.

- They killed a goat?

Assholes.

- Oh, hey, come on. Let's get you up.

(Ronny grunts)

You good?

Yeah boss, I'll be all right.

All right...

We'll head for the road. It's a lot closer than the house.

We're gonna get a car, to come get you. Take a look

at your head.

... Yeah.

(leaves & twigs crunch)

(witchy strings play)

(heavy breaths)

(leaves rustle)

That'd be cool if we get him right there. You know?

Mmhm. It'd be perfect timing.

(distant whispering)

[Sheriff] Now, now, now!

(music swirls with chaos)

[Sheriff] Hey!

[Sheriff] Sheriff's department! [Ronny] Hands, Hands, hands!

[Sheriff] Don't move! [Ronny] On your knees!

[Ronny] Hands in the air! [Boy 1] Okay, okay, okay.

[Boy 2] Calm down, dude. What the fu...

[Ronny] Don't tell me to calm down!

[Sheriff] Let me see those masks?

(tense music)

- We were just tryin' to scare some friends.

That's all we were trying to do.

- Yeah, that's not illegal.

(tense music rings)

Get up...

(hypnotic strings summon)

- What is this!

(Abby breathes heavy)

What do you want?

(to herself)

- - What do you want?

(heavy breaths)

(twigs snap)

(sounds of the road)

- Call the parents on the way in, that way they can meet us.

At the very least we got 'em from open containers in the car.

- Yeah. And for animal cruelty and criminal trespassing

and assaulting an officer.

- Hey, Ronny, calm down.

We don't even know it was them.

[Ronny] What do you mean we don't know it was them?

Of course we know it was them.

It's the kids. It's always the kids!

- Hey. Ronny... Calm.

Go get your head looked at, all right?

(gravel footsteps)

(car door closes)

(sinister music rises)

(shivering breaths)

(whimpers)

(mutters indistinctly)

I'm here.

(door slams)

- You know I'm here. What do you want?

(twisted voice)

- Come...

- Where's my sister?

What do you want?

(demonic voice)

- I told you what I want.

(Abby cries)

(stutters) What is this?

You die.

She lives.

(crying)

(music twists darkly)

(metal dragging noise)

Do it for Caitlin, Abby...

Do it for Caitlin

No.

(heavy breaths)

No!

No!

(demonic laughing)

- Why?

(chaotic evil music)

No!

Please?

(Abby cries)

Oh, Abigail

(heaving breaths)

I remember you...

(echoing) I remember you.

(evil music spirals)

Why are you doing this?

(mocking demonic voice) "Why are you doing this?"

(twisted laughter)

Why are you doing this?

- You know why.

(Abby crying) No...

- You....

- You don't want her

to end up like your parents?

No!

If you love her...

(Abby cries)

Do it.

(sobbing)

(blasting) Do it!

(terrified scream)

(dark music pounds)

(Abby crying)

(Demonic) Do it for Caitlin, Abby.

(more human) Do it for Caitlin, Abby!

(intense breaths)

(music builds to insane chaos)

(Abby grunts)

(electric buzzing)

Abigail?

(chaotic music diffuses)

(sad music rises)

(sad music continues)

(heavy footsteps)

(door latch)

[Tim] Abby!

[Caitlin] What happened?

[Sheriff] She's all right. She's just stunned.

I had a tase her.

You did what?

[Caitlin] Wh--Why?

What the hell happened?

- I found her in one of the old horse barns trying

to stab herself.

I tased her right before she could do it.

[Caitlin] Oh my God. Why?

- I don't know. She was hysterical.

She was screaming. She was talking to herself.

I got there without a second to spare.

She was not talking to herself.

- Ryan, this is Father Taylor. Abby's priest.

- What's going on? - I called him while you were out there.

We had an encounter. We are not dealing with people.

We are dealing with a presence.

- What? You mean like a...

Possibly.

Look, Father, no disrespect, but...

[Abigail] It wanted me to kill myself.

He wanted you to... what?

It says it wants my life for Caitlin's.

No, no, no, no, no.

no...

No!

- Caitlin, dear.

- Uhhh..

It was me!

There is no demon or presence. We did this.

Caitlin, what are you talking about?

I can't believe he would...

- Eh, I, this isn't how it was supposed to be.

- Caitlin...

Who's we?

[Caitlin] Billy and me.

I'm sorry, Abby.

We were only supposed to scare you.

Make you look crazy so I could keep the farm.

Wait, I don't know... When you say Billy...

Billy who?

Billy.

Billy McLaughlin.

I've been seeing him, Abby.

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

- Cate...

- Shhh, sh,sh,sh...

Hey, listen to me.

You're just, you're just not thinking straight, okay?

- Um, we'll, we'll keep the farm

and I'll, I'll go to law school around here.

All right? But you and Billy didn't do anything together.

You need to know that.

But we did.

I'm sorry.

I, he, he came and he... [Abigail] No...

He didn't.

- But he did!

(eerie music hangs)

- Caitlin, Billy McLaughlin died eight years ago.

(music rings)

- Honey, you remember,

right?

(club music thumps in distance)

- Hmm. Woo-oo!

- This is the best night ever. Huh?

MmHmm...

(giggles)

- Billy, you've had too much already.

- What you talking about? All right.

This party's just getting started.

(tense, mysterious music)

- Hey, come here.

Uh, uh.

- Baby?

(laughs)

Baby, this is the first night of the rest

of our lives together. I mean, think about it...

[Abigail] Stop saying that. [Billy] What? Stop saying what?

- The forever talk. I start school this fall.

- Yeah. So?

- This is it for us.

I don't mean to be cruel

and I'll, I'll always have a place for you in my heart.

but, but we're not going any further.

(mysterious music tenses)

(awkward laughter)

- I-uh, huh.

- I'm, I'm sorry.

Um-- I, uh...

I, I, I didn't know,

- You know, I, I, I didn't know that this wasn't a future.

(laughs)

And, and, hey, if you say so.

Billy?

No, no, no. Hey. Hey.

It's all good. It's all good. Uh, huh.

Hey. I still get the consolation prize, right?

Always have a place in your heart. That's great!

Billy, I'm sorry.

- It's great.

Billy?

- Billy... Billy?

(engine starts)

Billy, you can't drive.

Where are you gonna go? Billy? Billy!

(engine revs)

(tires peel-out)

(screeching tires)

(more screeching)

(truck horn blares)

(tires skidding)

(thunderous metal crashing)

(glass shattering)

(metal crunching)

(distant sirens wale)

(fire truck engines roar)

(tense music rings)

(birds sing)

[Caitlin] Okay. It's right through here.

[Priest] Thank you. [Caitlin] And, you are seated right over there.

[Priest] Thank you, Caitlin.

- You know Mr. Delaney?

- Tim? [Priest] Of course. Hello Timothy.

- Hey. Nice to see you. [Priest] Good to see you as well.

- Father, this is my boyfriend Felix.

- It's a pleasure, Father.

- The pleasure's all mine.

[Priest] Hey Abigail!

[Abigail] Oh, father you made it. Thank you for coming.

- There was no way I wasn't gonna be here.

Thank you so much for having me.

So, how's the arrangement Mr. MacLaughlin working out?

- Oh, Um. It's good. He's keeping up his end of the deal.

The farm is up and running and everything else is...

is fine.

- Okay. Okay. We'll talk some more later.

Let's go eat. Please?

[Abigail] Okay.

[Priest] Alright.

(dinner conversation)

[Allistor] Your family and my family, they go way back.

(evil music carries)

[Allistor] Farming families like ours are a rare thing

around here these days.

(crow cries)

Sacred thing. Plus, if you guys hadn't gone off on your own

and you

and Billy had gotten married...

Then, you'd be my daughter-in-Law right about now.

- It's worth fightin' for.

Dear Dark Father,

we preserve this sacred place for you.

We offer you flesh to prove our worthiness

and in return you provide for our families.

And for that, we are

forever,

your slaves.

That is hallowed ground as far as I'm concerned.

As far as a lot of us are concerned.

(sounds of car speeding)

(upbeat song plays)

(car noises)

(sinister growl emerges)

(lyrics) 'Looking back, I always wonder --'

(demonic growling)

(chaotic noises)

(loud static)

[Ronny] You hear that? That's my stomach. Sorry Ry...

It's angry with me. It's yellin' "pizza".

- Okay. Ronny, I could eat too. Let me guess, Salvatore's?

[Ronny] Now we're talking. But, we gotta hurry, they close in 10.

- Copy that. I'll double time it, bud.

See you there.

(engine driving)

(song lyrics) 'I don't know what else to say..'

'just trying to read my mind'

'looking through the rear view mirror'

(evil music flares)

(sheriff screams)

- EEYAAAAhhhhh!

(tires screech)

(metal crashing)

(glass & metal shatter)

(car horn blares)

(upbeat music returns)

(lyrics) 'Letting go will make it clearer...'

(lyrics) 'I wish there was some other way'

(car horn continues)

(evil dissonant strings mimic the horn)

(music darkens)

(evil tones continue onward)