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- Mom wants you to say the
prayer at the cemetery.

Listen,

the hardest part

will be when they lower
her body into the ground.

The

finality of her life will
hit hardest at that moment.

If you, if you need
me to do it, I will.

Pat, say something.

- We won't be
praying, Catherine.

- Okay, we can get the
priest to do the prayer.

- No one prays.

- But

it's what we do
when we say goodbye.

- I'm not saying goodbye.

- I'm so sorry, Pat, but
we have to say goodbye.

- They're all going
to be punished.

- Who?

- You know who.

- Pat, don't talk like this.

You have to let it go.

- Never.

- Hello?

Hello?

Oh, shit, shit!

Help! Somebody!

Help! Open the door!

Help! Help!

Somebody open the door!

- Vanessa.

Vanessa.

Where were you this time?

Was it that house, the
one with the cross on it?

Were you at the hotel again?

- No, the other place.

- Oh. There.

For such specific
places like this

to pop up into your dreams,

it's most likely a
reaction to trauma.

The trauma you experienced
at the Abaddon Hotel.

You still haven't
told me everything

that happened to you in there.

It will help, you
know, to talk about it.

Are you feeling scared?

Maybe it's anger.

Could it possibly be guilt?

What happened when you
were in there this time?

- They were all there.

- I wake up

and can't tell what's real
and what was just a dream.

A nightmare.

- You know, this is
our third session,

and you've never told me why
you came back to Abaddon.

- It's 'cause I
don't really know.

I just...

- After everything
that happened to you.

And Tom.

Any chance of reconciling,
saving the marriage?

- I've tried. He
won't speak to me.

I'm, um, uh, toxic
to his career.

Whatever excuse he's
going with these days.

- In regards to the dreams,

strangely enough, I've
seen an uptick in patients

that have been...

Well, they've been
experiencing personal trauma

since the deaths at the
Carmichael last year.

- How so?

- Having dreams
that seem so real.

Others have been seeing
things while they're awake.

Things that don't make sense.

I have one patient
whose father was

one of the people
that disappeared

during the Rockland
County Fair in the '90s.

Still unsolved.

He too is having
trouble processing it,

losing sleep, seeing things.

- Abaddon eyes.

What?

- Is he really seeing things?

- No, Vanessa. It's in his head.

It's a collective trauma that
this town is going through.

The deaths of those two
young women at the Carmichael

is having a traumatic effect
on many of the people I see.

What you're experiencing
is perfectly normal.

This will end, Vanessa.

I promise.

- Assholes.

- Hey, how was your day?

Uh, wow was therapy?

- Same. No answers.

- Well, I don't think that
there's a doctor alive

who can tell you why you're 37

and living with a
roommate in Abaddon

after dying here years ago.

Here, I-I want you to
try this tea, okay?

It's said to boost your
mood, which clearly you need,

and it, like, bolsters the
immune system and stuff.

Here.

Hey, you know what was strange?

What?

- I saw Bobby Hopewell
in the waiting room.

I haven't seen him since
I first opened the Cellar.

- Well, he's obviously
as messed up as you.

Come to the drive-in
after your shift tonight.

- Only if I got free popcorn.

- When have I not snuck
you a free popcorn?

Don't worry about
Bobby Hopewell.

Hi, you've
reached Vanessa Shepherd.

Please leave a message
and I'll call you back.

- Uh, Vanessa. Hey,
it's-it's Bobby.

You know, Bobby Hopewell?

Look, I'm sorry to call
you outta the blue.

I, uh, it's been a while, right?

Look, I'm-I'm sorry
about how things

went down at the Cellar.

I know it was a
shitty thing to do.

But I-I saw you outside
of Dr. Farrel's today,

and, and I really
think we should talk.

I mean, especially
given with your history

at the Abaddon Hotel.

Things have been really
strange for me as of late.

Someone's been digging
into the town's past,

and they got a hold of me

and, and they told me
the strangest things,

and look, I really think
you should hear 'em too.

I mean, hopefully I'm
just crazy, right?

Isn't that why...

Isn't that why half
the people go to

Dr. Farrel's in the first place?

Anyway, please call me back.

I really think we should talk.

All right, this keeps
happening to me.

I-I don't know who's doing it,

but I've got a pretty good
idea of why they're doing it.

So I'm gonna sweep the house,

and I'm gonna record it all.

It's not real. It's
just Abaddon eyes.

It's not real. It's not real.

- Hi, Vanessa, it's Dr. Farrel.

I think we need to talk.

Would you mind coming in today?

I found out today

that one of my patients
was found dead.

Bobby Hopewell.

- How?

- They don't know yet.

- Suicide?

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

It's just I saw him
here the other day,

and then he called me.

- He called you?
- What did he say?

- We didn't get a
chance to speak.

He just left this long
message saying that, um,

he wanted to talk to me about
my experience at the Abaddon.

- He mentioned you in here.

- Why me?

I mean, we didn't even
know each other well.

He worked for me for a week

when I first opened
the Cellar Bar,

and then he just
kind of flaked out.

- His family had seen a
similar tragedy as yours.

His father disappeared in 1993,

one of many that went missing

during the Rockland County Fair.

- My mother didn't go missing.

She's not even from here,

she died in a car crash
with my stepfather in 2008.

- I know.

And I didn't know
where Bobby's mind

was going myself
either, but he was...

He was seeing things
before he died.

- I'm not seeing things.

I'm having nightmares.

You told me that
they would go away.

- I know.

I just thought you should
know about Bobby, is all.

He...

He thought there was
something different about you,

but he never said what.

I'm not different.

I'm the same as every
other fucked up person

who walks through your door.

- Hi.

I can't talk right now, I'm
about to go into a meeting.

Gotta go.

- Tom?

Tom.

- Hey, boss.

Thought you weren't
coming in till tonight.

- Yeah, I just wanted somewhere
to be alone for a while.

- All right, I can take a hint.

Don't bother Vanessa. I got it.

- Hey, um, did you know
Bobby Hopewell at all?

- Uh, not really.

He went to the same school
as me, but he was older.

Why?

- He was found dead
in his home today.

Nobody knows how it happened.

- Jesus.

- You didn't know him much?

- No.

But he was an Abaddon
lifer, just like me.

- An Abaddon lifer?

- You know, people who grew
up here and never left.

They really don't know
how he died? Are you sure?

- Yeah. Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah,
I'm-I'm fine. Sorry.

Um, also, I was doing
inventory in the back

and noticed another
bottle had been swiped.

You want me to grill the staff,

see if anyone knows anything?

- No, not right now, just, uh,

keep an eye on it
for me, please.

- Will do.

- They're coming
for you, Vanessa.

They missed you at the Abaddon.

They're done missing you.
You're too important.

Hello?

Shh.

- Hey.
- Jesus.

- What's going on?
- Did you hear it?

- I don't know.
- What did you hear?

- It sounded like... Like what?

- It sounded like someone
was singing downstairs.

- Singing?
- Like a girl singing.

- Hey, where are you going?
- Shh!

Did you get it on camera?

- I don't think I
recorded it in time,

but at-at least I tried.

They're already
dead. You can't help them.

- Vanessa?

Sorry, I know you
wanted to be left alone,

but there's someone
here to see you.

- Uh, who is it?

- I don't know. She's blonde.

Kind of bitchy.

She's sitting in the
dining room right now.

- Vanessa. I'm Alicia.

You have a minute to talk?

I really admire everything
you did at the Abaddon Hotel

with, uh, Russell and Insomnia.

You were very brave.

- I don't like to
talk about that.

- Perfectly understandable.

I mean, what you went through,

it's just, it's remarkable.

Look, I just wanted to tell you,

I know why Bobby Hopewell
called you before he died.

Bobby and I have been
talking for weeks.

Ever since those three
net sleuth people

were killed at the Carmichael,

he's been seeing
things, things that...

Things that he couldn't explain

and that seemed so real.

We open soon.

I have to get ready. It
was nice meeting you.

- You never wondered why?

Why you went to the hotel

in the first place
to cover Insomnia?

Cards on the table?
This is everything.

About two years ago, I
started investigating

the deaths of the
Carmichael family.

You know about them?

- Yeah, I've heard the story.

- Of course you have.

So, late one night back in 1989,

when the Rockland County
Fair was closing up,

a bunch of very inebriated
friends loaded into a truck.

Now, just two miles
from the fairgrounds,

that truck plowed into Patrick

and his sister, Margaret,

who were returning home
from New York City.

Margaret died.

- That's...

That's obviously a horrible
situation, but what-

- What does that have to do
with, with you, with Bobby?

I know. Bobby's father's
name was Troy Hopewell.

He disappeared in 1993,

last seen at the
Rockland County Fair.

He stayed late, was drinking.

A few people saw him leaving

when the fair was closing
down for the night.

Gone.

What most people don't know

is that Troy Hopewell
was the driver

of the truck that
killed Margaret.

Are you saying someone went
after him? Like, for revenge?

- Vanessa, pretty much
everyone in that truck

was eventually hunted down.

Winston Jones was
another passenger.

He disappeared in 1995,

last seen at the
Rockland County Fair.

Okay, here's where
it gets interesting.

Before he disappeared,
he and his wife

had a daughter, in 1990.

They named her
Melissa, Melissa Jones.

She would have to
drop outta school,

take on a bunch of odd jobs
to help support her mom,

one of those jobs being an
actor in a haunted house.

She disappeared
inside the basement

of the Abaddon Hotel in 2009.

Hell House.

Probably the drunkest
person in the truck

was a guy named Harper.

Now, he barely remembers
the accident at all.

He was found dead
in the cornfield

near the fairgrounds in 1994,

just dead, heart stopped,
no signs of trauma.

Next to each of these bodies

was a single red ball.

I would bet money
that one of these

was found by police
in Bobby's home.

- What does it mean?

- That you're dead.

- Jesus.

- And Harper's last
name was Graves.

He was the father
of Diane Graves.

Now, Diane left
Abaddon as a child,

but she would eventually come
back as an adult years later.

She disappeared inside
the Abaddon Hotel in 2014.

I mean, the lineage
of all these people

leads back to a
smashed pickup truck

along Route 103 in 1989.

And there are countless people

still connected to
the truck occupants.

I think they're all in danger.

Bobby, he began to figure
out he was in danger.

- Okay, but I don't...

I mean, what's this have to
do with me? I'm not from here.

No one in my family
was in that pickup.

- As far as I can
tell, you're right.

- Okay, well, there you go.

- But I'm sure Diane had no idea

she was far more connected
to the hotel than she knew.

But she was drawn back
to the town, wasn't she?

Okay, which is why
I'm asking you,

what are you doing here?

You survived the Abaddon,
and yet you still came back.

Look, okay, this is a list

of everyone that
was in the truck

that night that killed Margaret.

Do you recognize any names?

Keep calling him.

- Is he in danger?

- I don't know, but it's
better if he knows, right?

- He already thinks that
I'm crazy, this isn't...

It's not gonna help.

- I'm meeting with a priest
tonight, Father David Flannery.

Have you heard of him?

Well, if he agrees
to come with me,

we're going to the
Carmichael to end this.

Hey, that's a...

That's a pretty
necklace, by the way.

What is it, if you
don't mind me asking?

- Oh, it was my mother's.

She had two charms
for her two children.

It's a butterfly for me

and St. Michael's
for my twin brother.

He didn't survive childbirth.

- I didn't know you
were one of twins.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'll be in touch again soon.

- See you after work, right?

- Yeah, I'll see
you after the 5:30.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Tom.

- Yeah, it's me. What
do you need, Vanessa?

- I didn't think you'd
call me back. How are you?

- I'm fine.

Look, I don't have a
lot of time to talk,

so can we please just get to it?

Did you sign the papers?

That would be well
worth this phone call.

- Uh, not yet.

I will, I just, I need time.

- Then why are we talking?

- Does it have to be like this?

And why can't we just
have a conversation

without it being so hostile?

- I'm not being hostile,
I'm being impatient,

because I have real
responsibilities

that don't involve
shoveling booze into drunks.

Look, I'm sorry. That
was not justified.

I'm, um, I'm just
under the gun here

with half the town council
wanting to reopen the fair,

and we have to
decide by tomorrow,

so can you please just
tell me why you're calling?

- Did you get my texts?

Yeah, I got them.

I'm in danger from someone
who died in the '80s?

- No, it's not
exactly like that.

- Well, then who is
after me? Is it a ghost?

Just let me explain.

- But we've been here before.

You've told me all these
scary stories already.

You had me cancel a very
important event once

because of a scary dream.

Do you remember that?

It wasn't just a dream.

- But nothing happened.

- Tom, please, something is
seriously wrong this time.

Did you hear about
Bobby Hopewell?

- Oh, come on.

Nothing happened to Bobby
other than poor health.

- You know, you never told
me how your father died.

Were you too young to remember?

- My father? What the hell
are you talking about?

Look, I gotta go.
Just sign the papers.

- Hello?

- Vanessa?

Hey.

Hey, talk to me. Did
you see something?

Talk to me. Did
you see something?

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- You have to! You
have to talk about it!

- I don't want to!

- I do! Vanessa, please!

What happened to you?
Did you see something?

- Max, I-I can't. I can't.

- Hello?

Is someone out there?

Hello?

I know someone's here.

Who the hell are you?

What do you want?

Stop!

- Hey, is that Vanessa?

Yeah, that's Vanessa.

- She don't look so good.
- Do you mind?

- Yeah, go.
- Sorry.

Vanessa, are you okay?

What, what happened?

- I-I don't know,
Cryst, it just...

I need to be around
people right now.

- Okay, yeah, that's good, yeah.

You're okay here.
You're okay now.

Popcorn on the house, okay?

Go enjoy the movie, and then
I'm off just after it ends,

and then you can
drive us home, okay?

- Thanks.

- He's coming for you, Vanessa.

This time, you die for good.

He's behind you, Vanessa.

Look.

- Vanessa! Vanessa,
what happened?

What happened? Are you okay?

- He's in my car!
- He's in my car!

Okay, okay.

- There's nobody here, Crystal.

- Okay, okay. It's
okay, it's okay.

There was nothing in there.

You're gonna love this,
okay? This is a calming tea.

It's said to relax the nerves

and help produce, you know,
a calming effect on the body

and help with stress,
so I think that...

I guess that works too.

That can get out of
control pretty quick,

if it hasn't already.

- Don't judge me, 'cause I
don't need that right now.

- I'm not judging, I'm just...

- Something's happening to me.

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

- Well, you won't talk
about what happened to you.

Hey, I really think that
you should talk about-

- What do you wanna
know, Crystal?

How every day, I
wonder how I'm alive,

after feeling the
life pour out of me

and everything going
black in that basement?

None of us know.

There have been two suicides
in the Insomnia cast alone.

- But none of that
is your fault, so-

- Yes, it is! It
is all my fault!

I'm the only one who figured
out what Russell was up to,

and I let it happen!

I was an active participant!

- Shh, shh, it's okay.

Hey, you're okay now.

- But it's not over, Cryst.

For some reason, I
was supposed to die

that night at the Abaddon Hotel,

just like Margot Bentley
was supposed to die

at the Rockland County Fair.

These things, they never stop.

- Okay, okay, listen.

Nobody is gonna get in here.

And if they do,

they're gonna have
to come through me.

- No, that's...

I don't think you're
all that intimidating.

- Well, that's my
advantage, you know?

No one expects anything from me,

but then, knife to the throat.

- Hi.

Are...

Are, are you Father David?

You're, you're a priest?

- Do you want me to put it on?

No, I, um...

I was told to reach out
to you because you take on

odd jobs outside the church.

- Cross-denominational
conflict resolution.

House calls and such. I mostly
just counsel addicts now.

Is there a residence
you want me to visit?

- The Carmichael Manor.

You know about it?

- Of course I know
about it, lady.

- Alicia.

- Alicia,

I was one of the two priests
that were brought in to,

well, to mitigate what
was going on in this town

when those freaks were doing.

God knows what in that basement.

So, why do you need
a Catholic priest?

What, what could I
possibly do for you?

- Uh...

- You wanna exercise
the Carmichael.

Holy shit.

- What do you think?

- You know, when I think
about the Carmichael Manor,

an old poem by
Frost comes to mind.

"I dwell in a
lonely house I know

that vanished many
a summer ago."

- What does that mean?

- Well, the concept
of home is something

that I've always thought about,

something that feels essential
to ending the Abaddon story.

"In that vanished
abode, there far apart,

on that disused
and forgotten road,

"night comes, the black
bats tumble and dart."

- By home, you mean
the Carmichael?

- No, the Carmichael is a
home. But is it the home?

I guess I don't know.

- Vanessa! Vanessa,
what's happening?

What's happening? It's okay.

What happened? What happened?

- There's something in
my room, Cryst, I swear.

- Okay, Vanessa, trust me,
there's nothing in here.

- Will you come to
the Carmichael Manor?

- Did something come for you?

- No, not for me. Not yet.

But I mean, ever since the
deaths at the Carmichael

last year, it's
only getting worse.

Father, you can't expect me
to finish this on my own.

I can't possibly-

- No, you can't.

And that's why you shouldn't
go there either. Ever.

- What's the saying?

"The only thing necessary
for evil to triumph

is for good people
to do nothing."

- It's not that black and
white. Nothing ever is.

- I'll be there at
3:00 PM tomorrow.

Any word from Tom?

Listen, I want you
to hold onto this

until I get back from
the Carmichael today.

- What is this?

- This is everything
Margot and Rebecca found.

My colleague, Bradley,
was able to get

most of it back
with her belongings.

- Why do you want me to
hold onto this for you?

- You know, just in case

something happens to
me at the Carmichael.

Bradley and I are convinced that

there's something in
these papers that's key.

We're just not seeing it.

Uh, that's Freddy Perkins
and Thomas Rollins

at the fair in West Virginia.

We think that both
Freddy and Thomas

were Tully's closest associates
when he formed the cult.

And Bradley was onto
something with these pictures.

Go ahead, look at the back.

- Numbers.
- Mm-hm.

- What do you suppose they mean?

- I don't know, but I
would love to find out.

All right, well, it's
time for me to go.

Wish us luck.

- Alicia.

- I know. I'll be okay.

- I have to say, I do
appreciate you coming out.

Mind you, nobody has
attempted anything like this.

At least not here.

Unfortunately, what happened
to the three of them

falls on me.

- It's not your fault.
- You couldn't have known.

- I wish you luck. Are you
sure the priest is coming?

I guess not.

Welcome to the Lonely House.

- Are you sure you're
ready for this?

- I'm ready.

Thank you for being
here with me, Father.

- Don't thank me yet.

- Please, do what you need to.

- Hey, Max?

What are you doing out here?

- When we were younger,

we used to dare each other
to come out here and just

peek into the Abaddon
Hotel's windows.

- Did anyone ever do it?

- Some people claim they
did, but they didn't really.

But I did.

You did what?

- I came out here, just a
few years after Hell House.

I looked in the windows, too,

but I-I never told anyone.

I was too afraid
to talk about it.

It was so scary back then.

But now it's just this...

- What happened when
you came out here?

- Nothing.

It was just an abandoned hotel
where a tragedy happened.

But when I was walking away,
I heard a creaking noise,

and then the door opened,
just a little bit.

I stopped and stared at
it, nearly pissing myself.

And I swear I could see
someone just inside,

in the shadows, where
the daylight stopped

and the darkness took over.

Like he wanted to be seen,
but not seen at the same time.

- What was he doing?

- He was beckoning to me,
like a friendly invitation.

"Just come on inside
the Abaddon, kid."

He was trying to draw me in.

I knew if I went
inside, I would die,

so I just ran.

I ran the four miles
all the way back home

and pretended it never happened.

- Why are you telling
me this now, Max?

- Because whatever
was in that hotel,

it's out now.

It's among us.

Jesus.

I thought they took
these assholes out.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

Hopefully that's the biggest
scare we get in here.

Where do you wanna do this?

- Let's look around.

- Holy shit.

- Is this where it
was on Margot's video?

Okay, let's start upstairs then.

Not the parents' room.

And I'd rule out the
children's room as well.

- Okay, but that
only leaves the-

Father?

Who's there? Show yourself!

- Every night, I wake up to a
dead girl in my room with me.

I can't tell if she's
real or if I'm dreaming.

My phone keeps
ringing, I pick it up,

and all I hear is
breathing on the other end.

- That could be a prank.

- No.

I got some help
tracking down the number

that calls me almost daily now.

What is it?

- It's the out of service
number for the Carmichael Manor.

- Talk to it.

Just ignore it and walk away.

This house is trying
to scare you away.

Get a rise out of you,

get you to lose faith.

- It's working.

Help me.

- Come on.

Don't go in there.

- Thanks for taking the time
to chat with me, Rebecca.

I'm a big fan of yours.

- Sure, Alicia, thank you.
- We're all fans of yours.

- So, tell me about your
time at the Carmichael.

The Carmichael
Manor is where I died.

- Excellent.
- And where are you now?

In the realm
of darkness and pain.

- Lovely.

I'm about to die in
the Carmichael too,

and I cannot wait
to join you there.

- Oh, we're waiting, Alicia.

We're so excited
for you to join us.

We're waiting.

- Don't listen to it, Alicia.

Walk to me.

You have to block it out.

Don't let it get into
your head. Don't engage.

Alicia, you have
to listen to me.

I know what I'm talking about.

- Are we, are we
gonna die in here?

- No, no.

But that's what it
wants us to believe,

because it knows what
we're really doing here.

- How do you know?

- I don't. I just have faith.

- I found this.

- Max.

- Means I'm fucked.

Me and Bobby grew up
next to each other.

Our parents were close.

We're linked by so much more
than just being neighbors.

My grandpa got into that same
pickup truck back in 1989.

That one mistake has bonded
so many of us for years.

It's a blood bond. We're
dead because of it.

- No, Max, you're not.

I found a red ball
in my arm, too.

- You did?
- Yeah.

And I'm still alive.

We're gonna fight
this. Believe me, Max.

- Don't be naive.
- There's no stopping it.

Can't fight it. How
do you stop a ghost?

- It can't be permanent.

Nothing can be permanent.

- Death is permanent.

Our families killed
that poor girl.

Now we're forced to
pay the price for it.

Unless...

- Jesus, Max.

- I'm not gonna let them get me.

- Why don't we just do
this in the dining room?

- I think the living room.

I think the place that the
family gathered most often

is the best place to
perform the ritual.

I knew you were gonna say that.

- Max, listen to
me. Listen to me.

Don't do this, okay?

We can stop this, but
I can't do it alone.

So please, please don't do
this. That is crazy.

- I'd rather you
didn't watch. Please.

I think you should take
this from me after.

Don't let them get you.

- No, Max, I am not
going to kill myself,

and neither are you!

Please, please don't do this!

- Look away, Vanessa.

Please, please, please,
don't do this!

Please look away.

- Please! Please, please don't!

You can't! Please!

- Come on, Chase.
- Please don't do this.

Don't do this, don't do
this, don't do this.

Where'd you go, Chase?

Come on.

- Hey, Margot.

Margot, it's time to go.

- What? No, we are not leaving
here without my brother.

- What?
- And what if

something happened to him?

What are we gonna do,

just wait for something
to happen to us?

Are you serious?

- No, you know my brother,
he's gonna be fine!

He probably just had another
episode and he's coming back!

Right, right,
he just wandered off again

with his bag in the
middle of the hallway,

without his phone.

- Are you serious right now?
- Can we just give him

more time while the sun is up?

Doesn't that make... Margot,

I don't want to wait
here another second!

Please, don't make me!

Can we just give him more time,

and we will leave before
it is dark, I promise!

- Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

- "He wants Beverly found
and safely brought back

to hotel of fear she
might be pregnant"?

"Please handle with caution."

Who the fuck is Beverly?

- This is where we do it.

Clear a spot on
the table for me.

- Okay.

- In the name of the
Father and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost,

the most glorious prince
of the heavenly armies,

Saint Michael, the
Archangel, defend us.

Defend us against the
spirits of the dark world

and the spirits of wickedness.

We drive you from
us, evil spirits.

We drive you back to nowhere,

and with the power of Christ,

forbid you to inhabit
the world of life.

- Father.

Father.

- What is it?

- Where did that come from?

- Alicia, I need you to focus.

Light the candles.

Okay.

Shit.

In the name of Jesus
Christ, our God and Lord,

strengthened by the intercession

of the immaculate Virgin
Mary, Mother of God,

of blessed Michael,
the Archangel,

of the blessed
Apostles, Peter, Paul,

and all the saints.

- Okay.

- We drive you from
us, evil spirits.

We drive you back to nowhere,

and with the power of Christ,

forbid you to inhabit
the world of life.

Don't look at it.

By the power of our
Lord Jesus Christ,

may you be driven from this
home, driven from all homes,

driven from the souls of
the Carmichael family.

Their souls belongs to the Lord.

Be gone from them. Be
gone from them, serpent.

The Word, God, the
Father, commands you.

God, the Son, commands you.

God, the Holy Ghost...

- Check it out,
more numbers. Weird.

- Saints, holy
saints, commands you.

The Virgin Mary, mother
of God, commands you.

Be gone, Satan,
master of all disease.

Be gone from this home.
Be gone from this home.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come...

- Where are you
going to go, Father?

Thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

- There is no heaven, Father.
- Our blood rules in here.

- Give us this day-

- Don't finish the
prayer, Father.

He said he'll spare you
and just gut the bitch.

- Give us this day
our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive-

- We'll rip you apart
like animals first.

- Who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil-

- Vanessa.

They didn't make it.

- What?

- The Lonely House.

It isn't the Carmichael
Manor. It never was.

- Where's the Lonely House, Max?

- You've seen it.

This was you and
Tommy before you met him?

That was actually taken

three days before
we met Mr. Tully.

I don't get
it, Freddy, why here?

Why do you want me to hang
on to all this stuff for you?

- Because it has to live
outside of the hotel now.

It's the last of what ties
us to the Clarksburg Fair.

When we cross over
to the other side,

everything will change, forever.

We become immortal.

As long as his blood
is safely secured

in the soil, we live on.

That was the promise.

- What soil?

- Don't worry about it. It's
locked away and buried forever.

And should you ever need
the numbers, just look.

- Buried where? At his home?

- Don't say another
word, Patrick.

She knows.

- How does she know?

- Because she's one of the two,

the two that spawned
from Beverly.

- Beverly had twins.

Who's the other?

- Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Mitchell?