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(glass shatters)

(quiet piano)

(slow modern rock)

- Are we burning
some midnight oil?

- Hi Mom, I didn't
hear you coming.

Wow.

I guess I kinda got
caught up in it.

- Something new?

- I'm just experimenting.

Following the music.

I'm just going to work
for a couple of minutes

and then I'm going to turn in.

- Okay, sweetheart.

Pleasant dreams.

- You too.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

(slow modern rock)

(quiet, ominous piano)

Sorry, Mom.

I think that stereo has
a weird electrical short

or something.

I'm okay, I'm just
really into it tonight.

Stop now, okay?

Mom?

Hello?

Okay.

(slow rock)

- Oh my goodness, that girl.

Hey.

The stereo's really loud.

Bethany, it's really late.

(growling)

Are you okay?

Why are you sitting in the dark?

Bethany, answer me.

(growling)

Bethany?

Bethany!

Oh my God, oh my God,
please let me in!

(growling, roaring
and screaming)

Let me in!

(gasping and sobbing)

Baby?

Baby, baby, where are you?

Bethany?

Bethany, baby?

Where are you?

- Don't...

Don't...

- Don't, don't what?

- Let him get me.

- Bethany, baby, please, who?

Don't let who get you?

- (sobbing)

(growling)

- Ah!

(quiet piano)

(knock at door)

- Just a second.

Just a second.

- Oh my gosh.

Oh my gosh!

- I know.

- What are you going to do?

- Sorry, I just found
out 15 minutes ago.

- Right, well,

shit!

- Yeah.

- And you haven't told Buckley?

- Oh my God, no.

I gotta figure some
things out first.

- Are you guys having problems?

- No.

I don't know, he keeps bringing
up moving in together again.

- And that's a bad thing?

- It's just a step I'm not
sure I'm ready to take.

- Oh, wait wait.

So, in summary, you're in a
positive, healthy relationship

with a solid,
gainfully employed guy,

who actually wants
to commit to you,

whose child you're now carrying.

Tell me where I send the
condolence letters to.

- I guess I got a lot
of stuff left over

from how I grew up, and...

I've been taking care
of myself for so long,

and now with this
baby, I, I don't know.

I'm not comfortable rushing
myself into any kind

of giant commitment.

- Yeah, but I think
after almost three years,

you're just dragging your feet.

- Ugh, crap, I'm
going to be late.

- Oh yeah, that meeting
with Senorita Spooky?

- Yeah, it's gonna
be a long day.

- Well, hey, call me
if you need me, okay?

- Thanks.

- Bye.

- Thank you for your time
today, Professor Kern.

Your expertise will be a
great asset to my thesis

on the relevance of
parapsychology in
modern psychiatry.

- My pleasure.

Before we start, may I ask
what drew you to the subject?

I don't get many
inquiries like yours.

- I guess I've always
been a bit fascinated

by the human condition.

- Do you believe in
the supernatural?

- Atheist searching
for a miracle.

So just for the record, will
you please state your name?

- Dr. Lois Kern, head of the
Parapsychology Department

of Columbia University.

- And how long have
you been investigating

and researching claims
of the paranormal?

- Over 20 years.

I did my undergraduate
at Princeton University,

magna cum laude in the Classics,
and trained in Psychiatry

at the Yale University
School of Medicine,

before moving into
field studies.

- And how many cases would
you say you've covered?

- Personally, I've overseen 200.

- How many were you able
to scientifically verify?

- Three.

- Out of 200, yes?

- Mm hmm.

- Hm.

- You seem disappointed.

- You have to admit,

it's a very small
percentage of the whole.

- Miss Carpenter,

Veronica, I'd be remiss
if I didn't admit

the majority of cases are
either outright hoaxes or,

when held up to the
scrutiny of rigorous

and regimented examination,

fall under clearly
explainable means.

And science has given us
answers to primal fears.

What we once referred to as
monsters are now mutations.

The nature and order of the
world and the human body

can be seen in cells
under a microscope

rather than the
pages of fairy tales.

- But you do believe
there were three cases

that have held up
to your rigorous

and regimented experimentation,

and were verifiable beyond
natural explanation.

- Levittstown,
Pennsylvania in '95.

I witnessed a woman who
undoubtedly possessed

strong telekinetic abilities,

especially when
emotionally provoked.

Small things, lights
flickering, drawers opening.

Though her grandmother claimed

on a good day she could levitate
the household pets at will.

2001, in Yonkers, I was on a
team investigating a haunting.

- The McKutcheons.

A family bought a
two-story fixer-upper,

claimed multiple instances
of ghostly activity?

- A group of four, and
myself, spent several days

in the house
investigating incidents.

- What about the third case?

- The third.

- The Clovitz case.

The little boy, Jacob
Clovitz, ten years old,

you're aware of the
case I'm referring to?

- It's the hallmark of my work.

- Your study was the first
to officially medically

validate an actual
case of possession

in the New Oxford Review.

You witnessed his
non-sanctioned exorcism?

- Yes.

Previous to the case,
because of my background

in clinical psychiatry,
I'd been brought in

to assist as a medical doctor.

- So this wasn't the first time.

- I've been party to seven.

Exorcism has a history
in several cultures.

Psychologically it's sometimes
useful as a pure placebo.

The victim believes they're
under duress from forces.

Performing the ritual,
under proper supervision,

helps the psychosis cure itself

by the same suggestive means.

- So these seven individuals
were all suffering

from psychosis.

You know, spinning
heads, pea soup.

- No.

I'm afraid not.

- But do you believe
that Jacob was different,

that he was under the
prevalent influence

of multiple malevolent
demonic entities?

- Have you ever seen true evil?

- I'm sorry, Professor,

I'm not sure I
understand the question.

Well, in personal experience,

I have interviewed
prison inmates,

convicted of rape and murder,

misogynists, deviants, killers.

My boyfriend has done some work

for the police forensic unit.

He once photographed a six
month old boy with broken ribs,

whose mother happened
to be holding him

at the inopportune
time that she got

into a physical domestic spat.

I even masochistically
watch the evening news,

so I am fully aware
of the horrible things

that human beings
are capable of.

I do not, however, believe
in evil as an entity

or consciousness beyond that.

- All people are
capable of darkness.

True evil, something
else altogether.

It's not merely a collection
of badly wired brain impulses,

or everyday brutality.

It's more.

It's the absence of light.

- Tell me a little bit
more about Jacob Clovitz.

- On the surface, it
appeared to be another,

albeit rare, case
of abelobscene.

Tremors and convulsions
soon developed

into violent outbursts,
expressionless gazes,

uncontrolled speech.

He needed psychological
evaluation and treatment,

but his devout parents felt
he was beyond modern medicine.

They petitioned the Church for
intervention several times,

but lack of evidence, previous
hospitalizations, and uh,

a potential PR nightmare for
a scandal-plagued diocese...

- And how did you
initially become involved?

- His Aunt.

A nurse, and personal friend.

- And she believed the parents,

that the child was under
some sort of possession?

- No, she thought
he was neglected

until the day she
called me in hysterics.

She'd been watching him that day

when he somehow
found a metal spike,

and began carving
into his own arm.

She was unsure, and
feared for his life,

and asked me to visit him.

I agreed.

He was sweet.

He didn't disassociate,

was unaware of what he said
or did during his fits,

but knew that he had them,
and that it worsened.

His states of lucidity
dwindled in relation

to these episodes.

It was like he was disappearing.

- And you were there
the day of his exorcism.

- Jacob's parents contacted
an unlicensed specialist.

An excommunicated
priest, Father Santiago.

- What did you see?

- [Boy] Help me.

(priest chants in Latin)

- I don't think I can
explain what occurred.

I can tell you nothing
in my lifetime,

my work before or after,

could have prepared me.

I've spent the last
12 years trying.

- Is that your tape recording?

- I couldn't listen
until months later.

Are you sure you
want to hear this?

- Thank you, Professor,
I can handle it.

Yes.

(many voices howling
and screeching)

- Seven hours later, no change.

I took a much-needed break.

After only a few minutes
of having left the room,

he violently attacked his father

and jumped out a
third floor window.

- The boy died, correct?

- Yes, but not from
the initial fall.

He made it three blocks
on severely broken legs

before running directly...

(tires squeal)

In my expert opinion, this
boy was under the control

of something that was true evil.

- Can I get a copy of that tape?

(camera clicks)

What are you doing?

- [Buckley] Professional, smart,

sex goddess.

- I'm trying to focus here.

- Sorry.

Sorry.

Very interesting.

- It's research.

I'm meeting up with that
professor again tomorrow

to investigate
this lady's claims

that her house is
besieged by evil spirits.

- You're kidding me.

You buy into any of this stuff?

- Of course not.

- Not even a little bit?

- We don't live in
the dark ages anymore.

What?

- I'm totally sleeping
with a heathen.

- Oh shut up.

Like you're so righteous?

- Hey, my family's
from North Carolina.

We're some God-fearing folk.

- I don't know, I
guess if anybody could

make me a true believer...

She's debunked way more

than she's proven to be
true paranormal events.

Fellow academics
lovingly refer to her

as the miracle killer.

- [Buckley] But now
she believes in this?

- [Girl] Maybe even
more than people

who had just jumped to
conclusions, you know.

It's like she's actually
looking for real evidence

that there's something
more out there.

One case in particular
spooked her pretty bad.

This kid died in a
botched exorcism.

- Whoa.

- Yeah.

She played me the craziest tape.

I got a copy for my notes.

- Well, this is all
pretty enthralling
pre-bedtime material.

There was something
else I kinda wanted

to talk to you about.

- Oh?

- I was just wondering if
you'd thought any more about

what I asked you
about last week.

- I, I just, I really have
a lot of reading to do.

- I mean, it just
makes sense, right?

We're both in new
periods of growth.

I'd really like to come
home to the same place

as you every day.

Officially.

- We are in a really
good place right now.

We can talk about it
again soon, I promise.

This is so crazy.

Look at these statistics.

Sixty percent of Americans
believe in ghosts?

Another twenty percent
claim a personal experience.

Hey.

Uh, forty eight percent...

Buckley, stop.

- I can't control myself.

- Buckley!

- There is no
Buckley, only Zool.

- No wait, look, look at this.

Five stages of a haunting.

Okay, stage one.

Cold spots, noises,
odors, hearing footsteps,

and feelings of being watched.

It's so weird.

Stage two, gets more
advanced, right?

Whispers, laughs,
moans, shrieking.

- Moans, shrieking,
now I'm interested.

- Moans and shrieking
and moving shadows.

Stage three, lights and
other electrical appliances

turning on and off.

Unseen hands
grabbing or touching.

Writings or pattern markings.

Doors that open or
close themselves.

Stage four, the appearance
of full apparitions,

movement or disappearing
of objects, windows,

mirrors or other household
objects breaking for no reason.

And,

stage five, here.

The culmination of all
the events previous

but with more intensity.

The entity has gradually moved
up into clear consciousness

from the energy
it's been building,

and then things get violent.

(growling)

- Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

- Sorry if I kept
you waiting at all.

The trains were
death this morning.

- Good morning.

I hope you got a good rest.

- Why, is there a
decathlon portion

of the day I'm not aware of?

- Oh, these
investigations can be

very taxing emotionally
on all parties.

It's best to enter
with a clear mind

and a full battery.

- Well, I've got my little
cup of go-go juice here,

so let's not waste any time.

- You've got a lot of spirit.

- You'll have to forgive me,
this is all pretty new to me.

I'm still trying to wrap
my head around it all.

I've been working
doubles at the hospital

with everything happening.

Uh, we're both a little on edge.

Sugar or milk?

- No, this is fine, thank you.

- Please, just
from the beginning.

- Well, it started
maybe a month ago.

Not enough to really
notice at first.

I would come home.

It was freezing.

My daughter thought
the pipes were broken,

because of this loud
clanging and banging.

Then, there were
the other sounds.

- Um, what kind of sounds?

- I feel silly saying this.

I mean, it's crazy.

- It's okay, Ms. Mills.

- Joan.

- Joan, just be as
detailed as you can.

- Mocking sounds.

Whispers, laughter,
things would be moved.

I'm scared.

- Have you or anyone in
the house been attacked

or physically assaulted?

- Bethany, my daughter,
she was thrown from the bed

a few weeks ago.

I went in the room.

I couldn't see anyone.

But I felt it.

Right behind me,
I felt this anger.

And my girl, she
hasn't been herself.

She won't eat, or sleep.

Sometimes she's just zoning out.

- Have you ever experienced
anything like this

previous to a month ago?

- No, we've been in this
house over 20 years.

After my husband passed,

he had bone cancer when my
daughter was very young.

We've never had
anything like this.

- Has your daughter always
been in the house with you?

- Last year...

She was in a bad accident.

The driver wrapped
his car around a tree.

Died instantly.

We weren't sure she was...

I'm sorry,

you just go through
this with your husband,

and then with your own child.

I'm not a very religious person,

but I prayed to every
deity I could remember,

and then made up some the
day that she opened her eyes

and came back.

- What kind of injuries
did your daughter sustain

in the crash?

- Severe swelling, hemorrhaging,

she was in a coma a few weeks.

Terrible migraines.

- Um, what kind of
medication was she on?

- Pain killers, mostly.

- Any permanent brain damage?

- No, no, thank God.

All scans and tests came
back perfectly fine.

I think the doctors
were even surprised.

- Is she home now?

May we speak to her?

- Ms. Mills?

Where's your daughter?

(tea kettle whistles)

(door creaks)

I can't seem to
get her to come up.

She says it's not safe
for her to come up.

I want to tell her
she's ridiculous,

that it's perfectly safe...

- But you don't believe that?

- I don't know what
I believe anymore.

- May we go down
in the basement?

- Hi, Bethany.

My name is Lois Kern,

and this is my associate,
Veronica Carpenter.

We'd like to talk to you
about what's been going on

in the house.

- I see.

- Your mother's filled us in

on what you've both
been going through,

but we'd like to hear from
you as well, if it's okay.

- I'm not sure what
I can tell you.

- This is really lovely work.

Is this yours?

- Yeah, um, I'm not sure
where it's going right now.

It's, it's kind of a mood piece.

They say that artists
are always channeling

what's going below the surface.

In art school it was all

mastering technique
and discipline,

and then stripping that away
and returning to intuition.

- It seems like
a long way around

to get back where
you started from.

- [Bethany] Agreed.

- Do you spend a lot
of time down here?

- Sometimes.

Lately, yeah.

- Your mother says you've
been spending more time

down here since the
incidents started.

- It's safer down here.

- What do you mean safer?

- Do you feel safer
down here, Bethany?

- I won't let it hurt her.

- Who?

- Don't do that.

- What?

- That.

It's condescending.

- I apologize.

I didn't know.

- You know.

You know there's
something very bad here.

- Do you believe your
house is haunted?

- I don't know about all that.

I...

I just feel sorry
for my poor mother.

She's stressed at work,

and she's scared for
me, because she knows...

- What does she know, Bethany?

- I'm the one they really want.

My father was my protector.

He

would scoop me up if
I had a nightmare.

And he would tell me that
everything was going to be okay,

and that no one would hurt me.

You know, if there was
something in the closet,

or under the bed, he'd save me.

When he first got really sick,

they took him to
the hospital ward.

And I couldn't sleep
through the night,

because,

my protector was far away, and

the things in the
dark could get me.

I visited him once.

He looked so sick and weak.

But,

he told me about this light.

And that,

he was only moving
on to somewhere

that he could look
after us better.

That he was never
gonna actually leave.

And I could sleep again because,

when I saw sunshine
or a flame I'd say,

oh, there he is.

He's watching over us.

But now, with all this stuff,

it was a lie, wasn't it?

Maybe there's no light,
there's no after this.

There are still
things in the dark.

- What kind of things?

- Hungry things.

- Do you know what's
in this house?

- It's darkness.

Blacker than the blackest.

I thought I was going crazy,

and I'm still not
sure I'm not, but

I just don't understand what,

I don't understand why
it's happening to us.

I mean, did we do something?

Did I do something?

- You didn't do
anything, Bethany.

- I'm sorry, I guess I'm a
little bit of a mess here.

- It's okay.

It's, it's okay to
fall apart sometimes.

We pick ourselves up.

Stay strong and...

Is your family
particularly religious?

- Like church and stuff?

- Mm hmm.

- No, I mean, we went
to church a few times,

and Mom prayed a lot when Dad...

I guess it didn't stick.

- We often find strengths in
the unlikeliest of places.

I have something dear to me

that might help
you find strength.

Something given to me that

I'd like to offer you.

- (growls) Don't you
dare fucking cross
me with that again.

I'm so sorry.

Uh...

I'm sorry.

I don't know what...

I, I, I don't know what...

(coughs)

- Bethany.

Bethany?

- Bethany.

We need to call an ambulance.

- Please help me.

(quiet piano)

- What are you gonna name it?

- Name what?

- The baby.

- I'm sorry.

I'm not.

Excuse me.

- Are you okay?

- What?

Yeah, I was just getting
a little stuffy in there.

- What did she say?

- Nothing.

It was just a misunderstanding.

So, Joan and her daughter's
story seem to fit most

of the five stages of a haunting

as per your research outline.

- I don't think we're
dealing with a haunting.

- You think they're
making it up.

I wasn't sure myself, I mean,

the mother's been working
herself to the bone,

and the daughter's
severe head trauma

would account for any
personality shifts,

but that thing with the nail?

- I'm afraid we're dealing
with something else.

- I'm not following.

- A haunting at its most
basic is leftover energy

from a human presence,
their experiences.

I'm now believing that
whatever is in this house

has never been human.

- Baby.

You have to eat.

Keep your strength up.

- I'm not hungry.

Baby, please, try.

Please try just for me.

- No!

I said I'm not hungry!

I'm so..

I'm so sorry, I'm, I, I,

I didn't mean, I...

- Sh, sh, sh.

It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

It's okay, I'll
make something else.

Sh, sh, sh.

It's okay.

It's okay.

- I wish Dad were here.

- Oh, I know.

I know, I miss him too.

- You miss him?

- I do.

I do, so, so much.

- Yes.

The way he...

Trusts you!

(distant growling)

- Buckley?

What are you doing?

Turn it off, it's not funny.

I said, turn it off!

- (shrieks)

Hey, Christ, you scared
the shit out of me.

Is everything alright?

- I didn't know you
were coming over today.

- Oh, yeah, I got done
at the studio early.

I figured we could
order in, watch a movie.

Hey, what's going on, you okay?

- I'm fine, I just...

Look, I gave you the
key to the apartment,

but it would still
be nice to know

when you're gonna be here
instead of just showing up.

- Hey, is this about the tape?

I was just...

It was out, I was curious.

I mean, can you blame
me, how often...

- It's just not respectful
to enter someone's home

and start going through
all their things.

A little civility
would be appreciated.

What if I just
came to your studio

and started going
through all your bags

and your equipment, huh?

What are you doing?

Come on, Buckley.

- No, no, not when
you get like this.

I know enough to
just exit stage left.

I guess this is the one perk

of us still having
separate places, right?

You can just bail
when it gets heavy.

- Buckley.

(quiet, ominous piano)

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hello?

(phone rings)

Jesus.

Yeah.

- [Ghostly Voice] Do
not come back to me now.

- Who is this?

- [Ghostly Voice]
Please, me safe.

- Listen, Keeley, if this
is some kind of stupid joke,

it's not funny, okay?

- [Ghostly Voice] (growls
and speaks incomprehensibly)

- Listen, I'm gonna
call the cops.

- [Ghostly Voice] She belongs
to us, and she's ours.

(exorcism audio file plays)

(growling)

- No.

Oh God, oh my God.

Oh my God.

Who are you?

What do you want from us?

Just leave her alone!

Just please leave her alone!

Please, please.

- [Ghostly Voice]
She invited us.

And we like it here.

(roars)

- (screams)

- [Ghostly Voice]
But she invited us.

(Mother whispers prayers)

Invited us.

You know what he did
to her, didn't you?

Didn't you?

- Bethany.

- [Ghostly Voice] Every night.

Every night, you
know what happens?

Every night?

(girl roars)

- Ms. Mills.

- Something's happening.

- You're sure you
heard her right.

She said Gahenna.

- I thought it was just
a rain of sound at first,

but it was so clear.

My God, her eyes.

If you saw her
face, it wasn't her.

- Veronica, stay up
here with Ms. Mills.

- Well, why?

What's going on?

- I'm going downstairs
to check on Bethany.

- So, then I should go with you.

- Uh, no, no, I need to
be sure of something.

- Wait, what...

What is Gahenna?

- It's Hebrew.

It's the word for Hell.

- This is crazy, you...

- Just stay with Ms. Mills!

You were to observe and assist.

Now, I'm asking you
to by staying here.

I'll be, I'll be right back.

Bethany?

Bethany?

Who are you?

Who are you?

(stereo plays)

Who are you?

- Like he said, my
names are legion.

For we are many.

- Who are you?

- [Veronica] Professor Kern?

- I said, who are you!

Tell me your name!

What is your name?

(screams)

- [Veronica] Lois!

- You!

(shrieks thunderously)

- Professor Kern?

You need to go to the hospital

and have that
properly looked at.

Do you hear me?

Professor Kern.

Lois.

- Did you see her face?

Did you see it?

- I'm worried you're in shock.

- You need medical attention,

and we need the
proper authorities

to come and deal with
what's going on here.

- We're not dealing
with a haunting.

- I know.

That's what I'm saying.

- This is a demonic infestation.

This house, Bethany,
it's connected.

It's...

strong.

- I, I know that deep
down you really believe

in these things.

And I know I don't have
your years of experience,

or your guilt.

But what is happening in this
house is not supernatural.

That doesn't make it
any less tragic, though.

There is a very sick
young woman downstairs.

She has already
suffered terribly,

and she will only
hurt someone else

or very well herself,
unless she is treated

by trained professionals.

As a medical professional
you can see rationally

what needs to happen
in this situation.

- You still don't
believe, do you?

- In ghosts and devils
and the ethereal world?

No.

No, I'm sorry, I don't.

I can't.

- I agree with you
that she's in danger.

Mortal danger.

But there's nothing anyone

from the medical
community can do about it.

There's no help
she can be offered

for what oppressing her now.

- You will have to
forgive my inability

to make unnecessary
leaps of faith,

when there is a clearly
more rational answer

sitting right in front of me.

I will not turn a
blind eye to the fact

that Bethany is a
clear danger to herself

and to others, just
to give credence

to some half-baked notion

that this family's
problems are anything

beyond explainable science.

- It's gone quiet
now down there.

That isn't my daughter
anymore, is it?

Of course it is, Mrs.
Mills, please understand.

- I know my girl.

A mother always does.

Whatever's in that basement,

maybe it looks like
her, sounds like...

It's not her.

- It's still your
daughter, Joan.

But it's corrupting
whatever's left of her.

Soon it's going to be
taking over completely.

- What?

- Professor, please don't.

A Gahenna demon.

They were the most
feared, the first fallen,

they'd linger where dead
bodies were disposed,

where children were sacrificed
to Caananite deities.

They have no desire but to
spread fear and suffering

to all they encounter,
especially those they inhabit.

- Then, then what?

- Lois, please.

- Possession.

The demon, unable to remain
without dominion here,

latches itself.

It infects, corrupts,
and rots the host out

from the inside until
there's nothing left.

- This is so wrong.

- Then, what, what is it doing?

- Stop it, you
are upsetting her!

- What is it doing?

Someone tell me what it's
doing to my little girl!

- [Kern] It's killing her.

I'm sorry, Joan.

- No, no, don't be
sorry, don't be sorry!

Help me!

You have to!

You have to!

- Joan, please, Mrs. Mills,

I understand, I do.

My mother suffered from
severe mental illness.

She spent my childhood
hospitalized.

She couldn't tear
herself out of bed.

That was hell.

That was mine.

I watched it eat away her,

until she, she never got
the help that she needed.

And I,

promised myself.

I promised that I would
have a better understanding

of what she went through.

I wouldn't watch one
more person slip away

without getting the
help that they needed.

Mrs. Mills, please, if
you love your daughter,

you will let me help her.

Today.

- You can't stop it
if you don't know it.

- Is that what
it's going to take?

Is that what it's going to take

to make you both see
that we are dealing

with mental illness?

- Veronica, wait! Don't!

- No, this ends right now.

Mrs. Mills, call an
ambulance for Professor Kern.

I am going downstairs to
talk to your daughter,

and prove that there is
nothing more to this.

And then, I implore you, please,

don't further feed your
daughter's psychosis.

We need to break the cycle
and get her proper treatment.

And if neither of you will
do it, I will do it myself.

- Please, if you insist
on going down there.

Humor me.

That's all I'm asking.

- This ends when I
get back up here.

Bethany?

- Bethany can't come
out to play right now.

- Bethany, Bethany,
it's Veronica Carpenter.

We met the other day.

- We know who you are.

Disbeliever.

We've been expecting you.

We have something for you.

A gift, from us to you.

- A gift.

What is that?

- Faith.

- Faith?

- True faith.

We know you don't believe in us.

You don't want any of
us to be your shaman.

You don't believe in the works

of the filthy old drunk
whore upstairs, do you?

You smell the alcohol
on her breath,

and the desperation
in her voice.

Disgust, that a
medical professional
could let a child die,

and believe in fairy tales.

Or is it something else
you're disbelieving?

Look.

Today is a day of miracles,
for we walk amongst you.

- Who are you?

You keep saying we.

How many are you?

- Rush rush rush, rabbit.

First we have a favor
we want to ask of you.

We want you to see
us, to know us,

write our gospels for us.

Will you be our messenger?

- How can I do such a
thing if I don't know

with whom I'm speaking?

Am I to believe I'm
speaking with the devil?

- Unh unh, try again.

- Then, who am I speaking to?

- (speaks in unknown language)

Nothing.

- Why are you here?

- Because we wish to be free.

- Free?

From what?

Gahenna.

From hell?

- (shrieks and gasps)

Oh.

You're all so pathetic
and human, you know.

Hell, to use an abstract
concept of a mere word.

You hear it and you
think fire and brimstone,

torture, darkness.

It's all so much worse.

It's a continual flaying of
the psychic nerve endings.

A solitude and a darkness
so whole and complete.

Can you imagine
eternity in that?

No, you can't fathom
how long an eternity is.

There is no time or
matter in eternity.

Echoes in the abyss.

We are the unspoken
ones who dwell there.

Our only respite is to cloak
ourselves in this flesh.

- So if you are what
you say you are,

and there is such a great evil,

then there must be an opposite.

That means there's a god.

Is there a god?

- Shoos!

- You didn't answer my question.

Is there a god?

- (roars and howls
in unknown language)

If you speak of the
great thing again

we'll rip out your tongue
and feed it to you.

- I only ask because you seem
to wish me to write about you.

In which case there
are some questions

that need to be answered,
wouldn't you agree?

- Why do you question
what you don't know?

Do you wish to know a
pig that sits silently

while atrocities are
being committed here?

- I'll change the subject, then.

What do you want with Bethany?

- To make her suffer.

To make every breath
an indignant agony.

- But why?

- Because we can.

Because she let us in here.

- [Bethany] No, no no, I didn't.

I didn't, I swear.

- [Demons] Shut up, you bitch!

She let us in, when she
was by the roadside,

bleeding to death,
drifting into darkness.

It didn't take much.

When confronted with
darkness, you will question,

argue and barter.

Consequence be damned.

So we made her an offer.

We would restore her,

as long as we were
allowed to hitch a ride.

So now here we are.

- So you tricked her, then.

- No, she let us in willingly!

Why is it you all
are so unwilling

to admit your flaws
and weaknesses?

Sins, carry them around
like you're full of fear,

or lies that you tell everyone.

Tell yourselves.

- [Bethany] He touched me.

I never told anyone,
but it's true.

He touched me in...

Bad ways.

- Bethany.

- [Bethany] My protector.

He came in at night,

and he held me down.

And he did things.

- Your father?

What did he do to you?

- [Demons] He fucked her!

So, uh, that's all.

There's not an inch
that he didn't lick.

Not a crevasse
that he didn't, ah.

The old bitch upstairs
knew all about it.

She pretended to be
asleep every night.

She just denied it.

And she blamed her own child.

She blamed her own child!

- How do I know you're
telling the truth?

- Because you know it.

- Do I?

You could very
easily be lying, or

manipulating half-truths.

- We have no reason to lie.

The truth cuts deeper.

We know all secrets.

Even yours, Veronica.

Oh, you're ripe
with fear and doubt.

It shouts to us.

Sings choruses.

You don't want the
child you're bearing.

Useless, incon...

(grunts)

Do you hate it?

Or are you just afraid?

Incapable of loving it like
your mother wasn't loving you.

- You don't know anything.

- Maybe.

She's in hell, you know.

Your mother.

She's in hell.

With us.

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

- She slit her
wrists, didn't she?

Oh, foolish bitch.

And now she burns.

Now she suffers.

- [Veronica's Mother] Please,
please, I'm in so much pain,

please Veronica, please!

- [Demons] She cries
in the darkness.

Agonizing daily
as we torment her.

As we tear the flesh
hungrily from her bones,

gnawing.

(hard slap)

My, my, my.

What have we done now now now.

All those years,

wasted, trying to save
her through others

though you know you never can.

She'll always be in that tub,

bleeding out, trying to
escape this world, and you.

It was too much for her.

All over you.

- You don't know anything
about me or my family.

- Oh, we know everything.

Why you cannot attach
yourself to this small being.

You fear the darkness
in her rests in you.

Some day it will be
too much for you too.

You'll give up, lose
your desire to live

and you'll end up
alone in the darkness.

Alone, with us.

Like her.

- You're sick.

You are sick and
you're full of shit!

- [Demons] Do you
miss me, Veronica?

We all do.

(haunting vocal music)

- Bethany.

(gasps)

- [Demons] (roaring)

Don't fight it, we will help
you through lack of faith.

Let us show you, let
us in, let us in.

Let us in!

(howls in pain)

She is ours, we will
never let her go!

Rotten curse on your womb!

- [Joan] Are you okay?

What?

What?

- I'm sorry.

I have to go.

- You have to, but, but.

Wait, she's gonna be
alright, isn't she?

You can do something
to help her, yeah?

Please!

- Veronica,

you saw it now, didn't you?

I know what it's like when the
darkness looks back into us.

Given years hoping
it was in my head.

But it's back.

And I can't watch this
again, not without fighting.

And we can stop it this time.

- I can't.

I'm sorry, I just...

- Veronica, wait!

Veronica.

(quiet singing)

(growling)

(laughing)

(quiet piano music)

- Are you ready to come
play with us again?

We've been waiting a long time

for you to come
and play with us.

- You're not in this room.

- We had ever so
much fun last time.

- I'm not going to
let you do this again.

- We can wait as
long as it takes.

Forever, if need be.

And it'll still be us, and you.

In the dark together.

We have so many things planned.

- No more.

I'm going to stop you this time.

Do you hear me?

I'm going to stop you.

- We've been waiting
for you, little sheep.

- [Unseen Voice] We've been
waiting for you, Veronica.

Waiting for your child.

We all are, and
you'll never get away.

- Please, please,
please don't hang up.

Please don't hang up.

- [Veronica] Thanks
for meeting me.

- Hey, no problem.

You sounded pretty
wrecked on the phone.

I'm just starting to think
this isn't about our fight.

Or us at all.

What's going on?

- I don't know, uh...

I think...

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

I'm sorry, I don't know
why I'm doing this.

I, you know me right.

You know I always
try to be, rational.

And understanding, and...

These last few days I
have seen and felt things

that I don't know
how to explain.

- With the professor?

- I'm not crazy, right?

I'm not my Mom?

- Whoa!

- I know it's real,
and I know it's true.

- Of course, of course.

Hey, hey, I'm here.

I'm here now, okay?

You can tell me what it is.

- I'm pregnant.

- Pregnant?

How long have you known?

- I don't know, maybe a week.

I,

I guess I knew before
that but I just

confirmed it, so...

- Do you know what
you want to do, or...

- I don't want to hurt you.

- You can't.

You won't.

You're not alone, you know?

We can work this out together.

Whatever you decide,
I'm with you.

I'm with you.

(phone rings)

Shit.

I have shoots with
clients in 40 minutes.

I'll cancel it.

- That's fine, you should go.

- [Buckley] No,
this is important.

- No, it's fine.

Buckley, you should go.

- You sure?

We can talk about this.

Okay?

(growling)

- We want you now, cheff.

You'll never get away.

You're ours, you're ours!

(cell phone chimes)

- [Kern] Veronica?

Are you there?

- Yes.

- [Kern] You know
what it really is.

What we're dealing with?

It's evil.

True evil.

- Yes.

- [Kern] Do you know now
you can't just walk away?

Veronica?

- Yes.

How do we stop it?

- This is all I could find.

- It'll work, thanks.

In ancient times, salt
was used to consecrate,

and ward off evil.

We can hopefully
contain it long enough

to complete the ritual.

Jacob's exorcist left
this to me when he died.

It's very old, very special.

Talisman meant to bind
and banish a demon

back into the pit.

Its elements are rare.

And it's blessed.

But understand, our combined
faith and strength alone

is going to defeat this entity.

Without that, we have nothing.

Now whatever you hear,
whatever happens,

I need you to remain upstairs.

Once we start, we can't
stop until it's finished.

It'll become more reckless,
defensive, and violent.

Stop at nothing to remain here.

Faith.

- Wait.

I have something I
want to show you both.

My sunshine.

I was so scared
when she was born.

Loving something that much.

Beyond even yourself.

I failed her.

I've made mistakes in my life.

Maybe this is punishment.

I don't know if I
deserve forgiveness,

but my baby's innocent.

Whatever's in that basement,
it thinks that it can break me.

Take the love I have for her.

It has no idea how strong a bond

between a mother and her child.

It has no idea.

Now, you go down there,

and you bring me
back my little girl.

You save her.

- I need to know you're
gonna be okay down there.

- I am scared.

- Me too.

But it's the only time
we ever get to be brave.

- [Bethany] Here we are now.

Entertain us.

- That smell!

- Sulfur, ignore it.

- [Demons] You're
not going to win.

(demons screech)

(demons speak in tongues)

- By the powers, principalities,
thrones and dominions,

I bind you.

By the powers, principalities,
thrones and dominions,

I bind you.

By the powers, principalities,
thrones and dominions,

I bind you.

- You were always
such a disappointment.

You break the circle, bitch.

You break it now, or it's
gonna be so much worse for you.

I will drag you kicking
and screaming into the pit,

and stuff your mouth
with your own excrement.

You can't win, bitch.

You couldn't save little Jacob,

and you can't save her.

She is ours.

You hear me?

Shut up!

You'll have nothing!

Nothing!

This is where you
put your faith?

This old bitch?

She couldn't save little Jacob.

Oh, we did play with him so.

After he did his vile acts
and carved into himself?

We stayed forever
and dropped the fear

as we threw him in
front of that car.

We want Jacob's bones!

- Lois, the circle!

- How dare you.

How dare you!

(screams)

Stay with me forever,
or leave me now!

And you're wimping out

if you don't shove
it down your throat.

- Stop!

Bethany!

You let her go right
now, you son of a bitch!

You leave my daughter alone!

- Wait your turn!

We have special plans for you,

you deceitful bitch.

- Baby, please.

I know you're there.

I know you're still there.

Baby, please, I
know you're there.

(growling)

Bethany, I know you're in there.

I know you're in
there, and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for what
happened to you.

For what he did to you.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

- Liar!

- I didn't know!

I'm sorry.

I should have protected you!

- Lies!

Everything, you knew
everything he did to her,

and you did nothing.

Nothing!

You pig!

- I know you're still in there.

I know it.

I know you're fighting.

And I'm not going to
leave you this time.

I am not going to leave you.

- You bitch!

- I won't let you be alone.

- Your daughter can see
and feel everything we do

in this body.

And we are going to rip
you apart piece by piece.

- I'm not going to leave you.

- [Bethany] Mama?

- Bethany, fight!

(demons shrieking)

- [Demons] No!

She is, she is ours!

Ours!

- [Kern] (chanting in Latin)

- Ah, no, no, no, no.

- She's free now.

- It's okay, it's okay.

You saved her.

You took a...

You, you did it.

- It knows you.

(sobbing)

- [Veronica] We tell stories
and try to rationalize

the darkness that surrounds us,

and name the kind
that dwells within us.

But for all of our
collective fears

of the unknown
evils that lay just

outside the harsh light of day,

perhaps our greatest
fear is merely

to acknowledge the darkness
capable in our own hearts.

Our own sins.

We're afraid to see it

to touch it,

terrified that it
will consume us.

Or, perhaps...

(phone chimes)

Perhaps we are afraid that
if we see the darkness,

it will then see us.

(baby cries)

(demons growling and clamoring)

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