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Mallory, what's happening?

Alex, come back!

Possible 148 in progress.

- Alex! - All units, please respond.

Rolling.

Rolling? Do you want me to slate it for you?

Tell me what you remember from the other night.

There's gonna be a lower third, right?

With my name and info.

Stop being a dick.

Yeah, if I'm being a dick now,

it's just because this whole thing is pretty pointless.

The doctor told us to record

any parasomnia you experience

and what you remember from each episode.

This is important, Alex.

Gee, if it's important...

Besides waking up in a pool of my own piss and blood,

I really don't remember much, so...

if it's all the same to you,

I'm just gonna keep on packing.

Oh, no, don't worry, I got it.

I told you we should make two trips.

Never.

Fucking mother!

You know, for a guy with no job,

you really need a vacation.

So funny!

Here we go.

So, where are we going?

Well, my beautiful,

voluptuous girlfriend...

uh, has planned a trip.

Ten days of nothing but sucking and fucking.

- We call it the fuck cabin. - No.

This is the first time we're going away for your birthday.

- Are you excited? - So excited.

Oh, yeah.

Look at all that excitement, ladies and gentlemen.

Are you gonna be shooting me this whole time

like I'm the star of one of your documentaries?

Well, Alex, the people have a right to know.

Yeah, very cute.

Wow. This is so beautiful.

Yeah, it's like our very own overlook.

Jesus, look at this thing.

It's bigger than our apartment.

You know, we'll never be able to afford a house,

but I could see us living in a cute shed somewhere.

You know what a shed goes for these days?

We don't got shed money.

A girl can dream.

What the hell is this thing?

Coming up next on Haunted Playgrounds...

You're an idiot.

The kids in Chernobyl would love this.

This piece of shit's about to fall over.

What are you talking about? It looks fine.

Yeah, on the outside.

It's what you can't see you gotta worry about.

Front door open.

"Dear guests..." That's us!

"Welcome to our cozy cabin. A few things to know.

When you arrive, turn on the hot-water tank

located in the crawl space under the house."

That'll be your job.

"If you experience a blackout, don't panic.

It should turn on after a few minutes.

If not, reset the circuit breaker,

also in the crawl space."

Rolling blackouts. That sounds fun.

You said go cheap, and this was

the cheapest place without an outhouse.

Front door open.

Hey, you think this is it?

Oh, yeah.

Just as I thought. Structural damage.

Yo, this is bad.

- After you. - Not in a million years.

Oh, I have to do everything myself.

When it comes to

creepy crawl spaces, yeah, you do.

What happened to equal rights?

Is everything OK?

Don't do that!

Oh, I'm sorry. I must have been sleepwalking.

Asshole.

Hello.

This place is huge.

I'm obsessed with this oven.

What?

Turn it off!

An outhouse would have been bigger.

Don't blame me. I wanted to go to Costa Rica.

Yeah, after we win the lottery.

So, what do you think?

What's wrong?

I mean...

It just seems like we're spending

a lot of money on... this place.

Look, this year's been tough on the both of us.

But we need this trip, Alex.

And we have savings we can pull from if needed.

Plus, the doctor said

some time away might be good for you.

So, please try and have some fun.

- OK. - OK.

Fancy camera.

Bit overkill, don't you think?

Just don't break it.

Yeah, yeah.

Oof! Not bad at all.

Will you quit filming my ass and get the milk, please?

Well, what do we have here?

Don't you dare touch that

until your birthday. I'm serious.

Cake or ass, Mallory. I'm eating one of 'em tonight.

Oh, my God, Alex.

Alex.

He's here. He's with me.

Alex.

Babe, I need you go back to bed.

What was that?

Is someone there?

It's just me. There's nobody there.

Alex, can you hear me?

Baby, I need you to go back to bed.

Everything's OK.

Shh, shh, shh, shh. You're OK.

I'm right here.

Shh. Everything's OK.

Doctors! Can't even be on time for a fucking Zoom call.

She's giving us a discount

since we don't have insurance, so be nice.

No. It's because she wants to use me for her next book.

She already... told us that she was writing one.

She just wants to help.

- Hey, Dr Snape. - Sorry I'm late.

I got caught up with another patient.

How was your first night at the cabin?

Oh, uh, fine. Nothing to, uh, report.

Well, that's not entirely true.

Uh, Alex was sitting up in bed

last night, talking to himself.

Did you get it on camera?

Yeah, I got it.

Have you experienced other episodes of parasomnia

since we last spoke?

No, I don't think so.

Well, we've got you scheduled for

a sleep study three weeks from now,

which will hopefully yield some results.

Yeah, and, Doc, uh...

how much is this thing gonna cost us?

Typically, it's around 5,000,

but due to your financial circumstances,

we'll do what we can to reduce the cost.

However, you are responsible

for any medications you're prescribed afterwards.

And are we sure that this is absolutely necessary?

During episodes of parasomnia, individuals such as yourself

are in what's known as a dissociative state,

meaning you have no cognitive awareness

of your environment or your actions.

While people do sleepwalk,

very rarely do they lash out violently

like you did last week.

A sleep study is the only way to determine the cause.

Yeah, but, like, what if it's just a one-time thing?

And if it's not?

Alex, are you aware

that people with your disorder

have killed their bed partners?

Are either of you willing to take that risk?

Any luck tracking down your family's medical history?

Uh, no. No, no luck yet.

Parasomnia is hereditary, so it is important to find out

if anyone in your family has experienced it before.

OK, yeah, I'll look into it.

I'm at a conference next week.

If you need anything, I'll respond when I'm back in town.

And remember, keep the camera rolling.

Mallory,

it's vital that you capture as much footage as possible.

Will do. Thank you, Dr Snape.

We really appreciate your help.

That Dr Snape,

she's about as cuddly as a cactus, huh?

Well, she's all we can afford.

Still, the sleep clinic's gonna cost a fortune.

Maybe I should sell a kidney.

Have you thought about going back to lighting?

Rohan said you're always welcome on his crew.

When did you talk to Rohan?

I told you, we're working on the same show together.

Right.

Well, thanks, but no thanks.

I'm done working with those egotistical assholes.

Whoa! Check this out.

- Aw. Poor little guy. - Maybe his bed partner did it.

Ha, ha. Very funny. Think we should bury it?

Bury it? What the hell are you talking about?

I don't know. I feel bad leaving him like this.

Don't feel bad. It's nature. Come on, let's just go.

Crikey.

One sexy fucking Sheila must have left this print.

Let's see where she went.

Ah.

Mallory Bear pissing in the woods, just as God intended.

I can't go when you're filming me.

My, my! That's one sexy fucking Sheila.

Stop!

Careful, now. The Mallory Bear's charging!

She's been challenged.

- Mating season begins. - Fuck off.

Alex!

What? You OK? What's wrong?

- Look. - You freaked out over that?

You almost gave me a heart attack.

What's wrong with you?

Read it.

Whoa. Weird.

It's really creepy.

Do you think previous renters left it or something?

- You know what? - What?

Maybe the person that wrote it is still in the house.

- Oh! - Get the fuck out of here!

We're coming to get you, Mallory!

I'm grabbing your ass. I'm grabbing your ass.

I can see you. I can see you.

Mother, is that you?

Alex.

- Alex. - Can you hear that?

- Hear what? - He's under the house.

- Who's under the house? - He's trying to get inside.

There's no one there, baby.

You're just having a bad dream.

He's under the house. We're not safe here.

- Babe... - We... We need to go.

- No, everything's OK. - We need...

Babe, you're just having a bad dream.

Please come back to bed.

No, he... He... He's... He's... He's here.

He's here. He's under the house. He knows.

- There's nobody here. - No, he knows.

- Babe... - He knows.

- No. - He knows.

Don't do that. Stop, please. Come back to bed.

No, it's OK. Everything's OK.

OK, please. Please come back to bed.

Just lie down.

Everything's OK. Everything's OK. Shh.

You're OK.

Don't leave me alone with him.

Not alone with him.

- I'm not going anywhere. - Don't leave.

I'm right here with you, babe.

I'm right here. It's OK. It's OK.

Shh. It's OK.

You're OK. You're OK.

Babe, I'm right here. Shh.

You're OK.

Alex, breakfast is ready.

This looks great. Thank you.

How are you feeling this morning?

Uh, fine, yeah. You?

Yeah. You, um, had

a pretty rough night last night.

I feel fine.

OK. You just seemed to be really scared of something,

so I just wanna make sure

you still feel good about being up here.

- Can we get our money back? - Doubt it.

Then I feel great about being up here.

Plus, I didn't drive ten hours in the snow

just to go right back, so...

OK, great. You gonna call your mom today?

I wasn't planning on it.

But you told Dr. Snape you would.

Come on, Alex. This is important.

She's not gonna know anything.

Have you ever tried talking to her about your parents?

Don't call them my parents.

OK, fine. I just...

I don't understand why you're so against this

when it could help you.

Are you listening to me?

Can we please stop talking about it?

I will make the call.

OK. Sorry.

Can we please turn off the camera for a second?

I feel like I'm on The Surreal Life.

How's it going?

Some help would be nice.

Well, maybe later.

Instead, you're getting high like a degenerate!

Whoo-hoo!

- You wanna play that game? - Yeah. Are you ready?

And the crowd goes wild.

Did you find one?

Well, there's not

a whole lot to choose from here.

Pick anything.

How about "Stop Me" by Filthy Billy Myers?

Uh, Filthy Billy Myers? Yes, please.

All right, let's turn it up to 11.

? Filthy Billy don't know ?

? What he'll do to you ?

Some interesting lyrics.

Yeah, no, I think I can get on board with this.

- What are those dance moves? - Oh, what, this?

I'm just giving 'em something to see.

Huh? You like that?

Like that, you fucking weirdos?

You're the weirdo.

Mm. We should make this our new song.

Oh, yeah, we should play it at our wedding.

Yeah, your mom would love that.

You know what I love?

- Me? - Yeah.

And that cute little tush of yours.

Oh, this old thing?

Alex, turn down the music!

? Yeah, you can try to stop me... ?

Great. Fucking fuse.

? Filthy Billy does what he chooses to do

? Yeah, try to stop me ?

? You can try to stop me ?

- Alex? - ? Try to stop me ?

? Try to stop me ?

Babe.

What the hell?

Where are you?

Oh, shit! You scared me.

What are you doing down here?

He won't let me sleep. He told me to let him in.

Babe, you're having a bad dream.

He's here.

Is it the man from under the house?

Where is he now?

Behind you.

Shit!

Alex.

Is it the man from under the house?

Where is he now?

Behind you.

Shit!

Alex.

Uh...

I don't remember any of that.

You're sure we can't fix it?

No. It was a crystal dreamcatcher.

Fuck. That is a really thoughtful gift.

I figured you could use it.

You talked about a man being in the house last night.

Do you remember having a nightmare?

Yeah, kinda.

Care to elaborate?

There was this thing, um, by the door.

Do you remember what it looked like?

It looked like a skeleton

and it had, like, snakes growing out of its face,

but not snakes, you know?

It sounds terrifying.

Probably just watching too much Lovecraft Country.

Right.

I'm gonna go fix the fuses.

OK.

Mal, I'm really sorry.

It's OK.

Alex, come look at this!

- Can't. Doing man stuff. - It'll only take a second.

Come here. OK, sit down. You're not gonna believe this.

Oh!

Does that look like the thing

you saw in your dream last night?

Yeah, it kinda does, actually.

OK, so get this.

There are people who suffer from

the same parasomnia as you do,

apparently seeing this in their dream night after night.

OK.

And there's a sleep therapist, Dr Armitage,

who even wrote a book about it called The Blackened Dream.

I ordered a copy, but it doesn't come till next month.

So, what do you think?

- What do I think about what? - All of it.

Uh, it's...

Yeah, like, it's a... It's a neat story.

OK, but it can't just be a coincidence.

What if it's, like, a shared hallucination

people with your disorder have?

And if it is?

I think we should call Dr Armitage and ask him about it.

- No. Oh, God. Absolutely not. - Why not?

Because I don't need a second opinion

from fucking Dr Van Helsing.

But what if he could help?

Mal, the guy writes about dream monsters.

He's not gonna be able to help.

OK, well, we should at least tell Dr Snape.

Mal, look, I get that this would be

a really cool plot twist

to whatever story you're trying to cook up here,

but I'm definitely not gonna get all worked up

over some fucking... hocus-pocus bullshit,

and, honestly, I don't think you should either.

- OK, fine. - OK, fine.

You've been filming a lot since we got up here.

Yeah, I don't know if it's

the fresh air or the beautiful location,

but I've been feeling inspired lately.

It's got me thinking about my next doc.

- Yeah, I bet it has. - What was that?

Nothing.

Anyway, I have a few ideas in mind,

but I wanna get started soon.

Is now really the best time?

Why not?

We're not exactly flush with cash

and, frankly, your last film cost us more than it made.

You're saying I should give up?

What about that gig Jordan offered you?

That's a great opportunity.

It's for a DIT position.

Not only is that a demotion,

but I'd be gone for three months at least.

It's steady money.

Or you could go back to the union.

I told you I'm not doing that.

OK, I get it.

So, you get to do whatever you want,

while I have to be the one

to take care of our responsibilities?

How is that fair?

What are you talking about?

Coming up to the cabin was your idea.

I didn't wanna waste the money,

but I still said yes.

What?

- Forget it. - Come on, don't be like that.

Hey, Jordan. How's it going?

Good. How are things going over there?

I was wondering when you needed an answer about that.

No, look, it's a great opportunity,

and I definitely still wanna talk to Alex about it,

but, um, I'm also hoping to get started on my next doc,

so I'm just trying to figure out,

I guess, priorities and everything.

Yeah, no, it's definitely a great project.

If you wouldn't mind giving me

some extra time, that would be great.

Hey, Mallory.

You know what? Can I call you back? OK. Thanks, Jordan.

Alex?

Better not have your dick in your hands.

What are you doing?

Wanna see something funny?

No, no, no, no! What are you doing? Stop!

What's going on?

You just tried putting your hand

down the fucking garbage disposal.

- I did? - Yes.

And you called me in here to watch you do it.

Oh, my God.

Alex, we need to get you help.

I... I can't keep doing this.

I don't... I don't feel good.

I need... I need to go lie down.

I am getting drunk AF tonight.

- Yeah, y'are! - Mm-hm!

Seriously, though, thanks for saving my ass today.

I'm just glad I got there in time.

Mm-hm.

Things almost got out of hand for a minute.

So funny, so funny.

Seriously, though, if I had a hook for a hand,

like Candyman, would you still love me?

I mean, it would be a little difficult

to, like, fool around.

But I'm sure we'd figure it out.

Honestly, I'd rather you have

no hand than a hook, if I'm being honest.

Ooh, yeah, then I could stump you.

Never say those words to me again.

You say stump, I say how hard?

Get the fuck out of here.

Shh.

You're gonna wake her up.

So pretty.

So nice.

What?

OK, I'm coming.

Front door open.

OK.

What do you wanna play?

That was funny.

OK. Coming.

Wait, where'd you go?

Oh, OK.

Hello, Alex.

Hi.

Come inside. It's warm here.

I've been waiting for you.

I'm scared.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

It's too late.

The black sun rises.

Morning.

I am never drinking again.

You must have had a good night.

I didn't hear you get up at all.

Yeah, I still feel a bit tired this morning.

I hope you're not too tired.

Oh, not right now.

I just have some chores I wanna get done.

Chores? But this isn't our house.

Later, I promise.

Um, there's a fresh pot. Just help yourself.

Fresh pot my ass.

Hi, Dr Armitage. Thanks for meeting with me.

- It's my pleasure. - Sorry about the connection.

My boyfriend and I are at a cabin in the woods.

It's fine on my end.

So, from reading your email,

it appears your boyfriend, Alex, has been experiencing

some episodes of violent parasomnia?

Yes, he has.

How long has he been sleepwalking?

Um, it started right after he quit his job.

At first it was small stuff,

like moving objects in his sleep,

sitting up in bed, things like that.

And then last week he had his first violent episode.

Well, stress, caused by sudden life changes,

can trigger behavioral disorders to develop,

such as parasomnia.

I can schedule Alex in for an evaluation if he likes.

He actually doesn't know I'm speaking with you today.

He's skeptical of doctors, and I didn't wanna push it.

I never know how he'll react.

React? How do you mean?

Not in a bad way. It's just that sometimes...

Anyway, that's not why I wanted to talk to you.

OK. Why did you wanna talk to me?

This might sound crazy,

but he described this strange figure he saw in his sleep.

It's almost identical to something you described

in your book, The Blackened Dream.

How many times has he seen it?

- Uh, once that I know of. - Has it spoken to him?

Like, in his dream? I think so.

So what is this thing, Dr Armitage?

Is it a shared symptom people with his disorder have,

like a hallucination or something?

If Alex truly saw what I describe in my book,

it was no hallucination.

It's an ancient entity called Phobetor.

Excuse me?

It goes by many names, but in Greek mythology

Phobetor was described as a personification of nightmares.

It was believed to possess a person through their dreams,

almost like a sleepwalking zombie,

and, over time, devour their soul.

Possession? Like demonic possession?

Precisely.

Has anyone in Alex's family seen this before?

A parent, a grandparent, perhaps?

I don't know. Why?

From my experience, it targets members of the same bloodline,

especially those suffering from PTSD.

Alex grew up in foster care.

He doesn't like talking about the experience,

but I think the whole thing traumatized him.

Trauma is such a powerful force.

If untreated,

it can slither into all the facets

of your life, corrupting it,

until, finally, it transforms you

into something you never wanted.

It's that negative energy.

It's what that entity feeds off of.

I'm sorry, but you're talking

about this entity like it's real.

You don't actually believe that, do you?

I know this is hard for you to hear,

but you need to accept the fact

that we live in a world that's both seen and unseen,

and part of that unseen world detests humanity

and wants to see it destroyed,

both physically and spiritually.

I'm not surprised you're in a remote location.

It wants to isolate you.

But coming to the cabin was my idea.

Now that you're there, it won't let you leave.

You need to be careful.

Mallory, this entity is as ancient as it is evil.

Whatever you do,

don't let it get you alone in the dark.

OK. Thanks, Dr Armitage. Um, I appreciate your help.

You startled me.

Who were you talking to?

Nobody. I was, um... I was watching something.

Are you OK? You look pale.

I feel like I'm getting a migraine.

I brought some Advil.

Why don't you go lie down and I'll get you some?

Alex, lunch is ready.

Ooh. Looks good.

- How's your headache? - Better. Thank you.

So, turns out you were right.

- Love hearing that. - I know you do.

So, what was I right about this time?

Dr Armitage. The guy's a total nutjob.

You talked to him?

Yeah, because I thought he could help.

Turns out I was very, very wrong.

So, you went behind my back?

You said you didn't wanna talk to him,

so I gave him a call to see what he knew.

You betrayed me.

Betrayed you? That's ridiculous.

Where are you going?

Come on, Alex. I don't see what the big deal is.

Yeah, that's the problem.

Front door open.

You've been gone a while. Dinner's in the fridge.

I'm sorry I got angry.

Me too. I didn't mean to upset you like that.

I was just trying to help.

I just haven't felt like myself lately.

You know you can always talk to me about it, right?

I know.

What's that on your hands?

Oh, I, uh... I was just doing some work outside.

OK, well, make sure you wash them before you eat.

Yes, Mother.

What are you doing?

Come back to bed.

What looked like morning

was the start of an endless night.

What?

Not again.

Alex.

Alex.

Kitchen door open.

Alex, what...

Alex!

Oh, my God!

What did you do?

Stop!

Alex!

Baby, please calm down.

He's here.

He's not, Alex. It's just me. See?

There's nobody there. Please calm down, baby. Please.

Please don't.

I'm right here. I'm right here.

Alex.

Alex.

When you're awake, you're awake for eternity.

What?

How's the cabin?

It's OK. Not as romantic as I was hoping.

Why? What's wrong?

Your brother's sleepwalking is getting worse.

What does the doctor say?

It's actually why I wanted to talk to you.

They need to know about his family's medical history.

Oh, well, you should ask my mom about that.

I left a voicemail, but I haven't heard back yet.

And you know Alex. He never wants to talk about the past.

Well, it's not hard to get why, right?

Like, the poor kid...

Like, what he went through was just...

When he first came to us,

he couldn't even make eye contact.

I know, but this information could really help.

So you want me to talk to him?

Actually, I was hoping you might know something.

Has your mom ever told you about his biological parents?

Mal, I don't think Alex would want us

talking about him like this.

Tammy, his sleepwalking is getting really scary.

Last night he tore apart the kitchen.

And the other day, he tried putting

his hand down a garbage disposal.

Lord Almighty.

And on top of what happened a few months ago...

I'm really worried about him.

Wait, he told me that was an accident.

Do you know anything that might help?

Look, I'm a Christian woman, OK? So this is hard for me.

My mom told me that...

his parents were part of a cult.

A cult?

What kind of cult?

Like a Manson-type cult.

Did she say anything else?

No, that's all she said.

Do you know their names?

Mal, I don't think...

Tammy, please.

His mom's name...

...is Catherine Thorne.

That's all my mom said.

Anything else, you'll have to talk to her or Alex.

No, that's all I needed.

And it goes without saying,

you and I never had this conversation.

What conversation?

You're the best.

Well, just remember that

when you're picking out a name for my niece.

You got it. Thanks, Tammy.

Catherine Thorne...

I'm just getting too old for this shit.

Because you're barely sleeping.

- Can I ask you something? - What?

Have you ever wanted to know

who your biological parents are,

even for yourself?

Not this shit again.

Come on, this is what couples do. They share.

You know everything about me.

Is this about that demon guy?

No, I told you, that guy's a nutjob.

Let me ask you something.

If some worthless scumbags abandoned you as a baby,

would you wanna know who they were?

Yeah, I think I'd wanna know.

It's better to know where you come from than be in the dark.

Good for you.

What about when our kids wanna know more about their dad?

What are you gonna tell them?

- I'm done talking about this. - But you never wanna talk.

That's the problem.

OK.

You wanna talk?

You wanna share?

Let's share.

I don't wanna know anything about those people.

I don't give a fuck if they're alive or dead.

In fact, I hope they're rotting in hell

for what they did to me. OK?

And just because nothing interesting

has ever happened in your life

does not mean that you get to live through me.

So, from now on, stop asking

these pointless fucking questions.

OK? Do you think you can handle that?

Alex.

Sorry. Uh...

I don't, uh... I don't know what that was.

I didn't mean to snap. I just...

I just need to go at my own pace.

OK.

I'm sorry. I'll...

I'll just never speak to you like that again.

I brought you something.

Thanks.

Can we talk?

Sure.

You know how you talk about family trips to Nominingue

and your dad taking you to the movies or...

...the family gathered around the table,

talking about their day?

Just normal family stuff.

Yeah.

I never had any of that.

There were no vacations.

No family dinners.

It was just surviving.

I wanna open up more to you. I really do.

But... when I think about my childhood...

I'm just right back in that place.

Just a scared little kid who feels trapped.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...

I want to be more open with you.

Because I need to get better.

OK.

I just don't wanna lose you.

You'll never lose me.

Think there's room for one more?

There's barely room in here for me.

We'll see about that.

Get outta here!

So pretty.

So nice.

What was that?

Alex?

Is that you?

Alex?

Mommy.

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

What are you doing down there? Come back to bed.

This shit's getting old, Alex.

Come back to bed.

I'm fine, by the way.

Oh, fuck.

Alex?

Alex.

The black sun rises.

Uh, hello? Earth to Alex. Please come in.

What?

Didn't you hear me calling you?

- No. - What are you doing out here?

I just came out to get some air.

You got that black shit on your hands again.

Yeah, I was cleaning out the fire pit.

- Are you OK? - Yeah. Stop asking me that.

Sorry.

You hear that?

Hear what?

That.

- I don't hear... - Shut up.

It sounds like a baby crying.

It's gone.

- You really didn't hear that? - No, I didn't hear anything.

Weird.

Come on, it's getting bad out here.

Let's go back to the cabin and I'll make breakfast.

No, you, uh... you go ahead.

I'm just gonna stay out a little longer.

OK.

I can't believe this.

I did a search for the name Catherine Thorne

and I found this.

Have you ever gone to bed

and woken up in a different room of the house

but you don't remember how you got there?

If so, tonight's tale will truly terrify you.

It's the story of Catherine Thorne

and the shadowy Night's Disciples.

When local police arrived to the Erebus Ranch

on February 13th 1993,

the only survivor present was 32-year-old Catherine Thorne

who had joined the Night's Disciples one year prior.

Of the seven other cult members living at the ranch,

each had their throats cut

and suffered blunt-force trauma,

including Mrs. Thorne's husband and cult leader, Jerry Thorne.

Mrs. Thorne was in labor when police arrived to the scene.

She was rushed to hospital

where the baby was delivered via emergency cesarean.

She told officers

Mr. Thorne and the other cult members

raped her during a breeding ritual,

which is how she became pregnant.

Mrs. Thorne didn't deny committing the murders

but maintained she had no recollection

as she was sleepwalking when they occurred.

Before she could be arraigned,

Mrs. Thorne was found hung in her cell

from an apparent suicide.

Scratched on the wall next to her body were the words:

endless night.

I remember Alex saying something

about the morning being the start to an endless night,

so I went back through the footage, and I found this.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

It's too late.

The black sun rises.

This is just so fucked up. I can't even...

Hm.

Mm! Something smells good in here.

Your dinner's getting cold.

It'll still be cold when we're finished.

Not right now.

Where have you been all day?

Just been enjoying the scenery.

You know, you were right. This place is beautiful.

In fact, I have a surprise for you.

We're staying.

- We are? - Uh-huh.

I already talked to the owners.

We got it for another week.

It's all done.

I really wish you would have talked to me about that first.

What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy.

I think we should go home tomorrow.

- You're unbelievable. - Excuse me?

Coming up here was your idea.

And I went along with it.

And the second that I start to enjoy myself,

the second that I start to feel better,

you just wanna leave.

I don't get what you want from me.

I want you to get help.

Oh, what is it about me that needs help?

Why can't I just be left the fuck alone?

Your sleepwalking is getting really bad

and I'm worried about you.

It's sleepwalking. It's not the end of the world.

Alex, look at your arm.

It was an accident.

Like what happened in the garage?

Hey!

Where are you going?

Alex!

Front door open.

Alex?

Shit.

It's freezing out here.

Alex! Where are you?

Oh, fuck.

What are you doing down there?

You're gonna freeze to death.

Alex, please say something.

Alex!

Alex, please wake up!

Can you hear me?

Please, baby. I need you to wake up.

What the fuck are you looking at?

You like filming me, bitch?

Alex, please stop. This isn't you.

"Oh, Alex, please stop. This isn't you."

No, no.

No, no, no. No.

No, no, no, no. God, please turn on.

Please turn on. Please turn on.

Do you love me, Mallory?

Oh, God, this isn't happening.

This isn't happening to me. Please.

He wants us to be together.

Just put the camera down,

and let him in.

Alex, please! You need to wake up!

If you don't,

he'll make me shove a razor wire up your bitch cunt!

Oh!

Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

What's happening?

Mallory, please, can you open the door?

Mallory, please, open the door.

Is it really you?

Open the door! What are you doing?

I can't!

Mallory, please, open the door.

Mallory. Mallory, it's me. It's me. Open the door.

I can't.

Mallory, open the door. Mallory, open the door!

Please, please. It's freezing. Please.

Oh, my God. What the fuck?

- What the fuck happened? - I don't know.

What the fuck was I doing outside?

Mallory...

- No, don't touch me! - Stop! Stop it!

Mallory, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please.

Look, I'm awake now. Look at me.

I can't keep doing this, Alex.

Look. I'm awake now. I'm awake now.

I'm awake now.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

It's too late.

The black sun rises.

I don't remember any of that.

We can't wait three weeks for the sleep clinic.

You need help sooner than that.

What are we supposed to do?

It's not like I can go to a hospital.

You need to call Dr Armitage.

I thought you said that guy's a nut.

I was wrong.

I think he can help you.

This is so fucking crazy.

There's something else I need to tell you.

I talked to your sister.

What?

I'm sorry.

I knew you weren't going to,

so I called her to ask about your parents.

After everything, you still went behind my back?

Alex, listen to me.

Your mother killed your father while she was sleepwalking.

What?

Along with six other people.

She was part of a cult that targeted vulnerable women

who suffered from PTSD and parasomnia.

This could be someone else with the same name.

Like, you don't know.

The woman in the article gave birth

the same night you were born.

Thirty years ago today.

Alex, this isn't a coincidence.

You've been planning this.

Planning what?

All of it. This has just been

a fucking setup from the start.

You're using me for your next doc.

You said so yourself.

That doesn't make any sense.

I only started filming you after Dr Snape asked me to.

Have you ever stopped for one second to ask yourself:

why am I filming him even when he's not sleepwalking?

Why the fuck did you bring your $6,000 camera

instead of just using your fucking phone?

Because I was trying to help you.

Bullshit!

OK, you wanna know the truth?

I started doing all of this because I was afraid for you.

Afraid you'd hurt yourself, or worse.

Like when you tried to kill yourself seven months ago.

That was an accident.

Oh, my God.

After all this, you still can't admit it.

Alex, who falls asleep with the car running

in the garage by accident?

I thought I could save you.

If I loved you hard enough that I could fix things.

But I can't.

For years I have been putting your needs in front of my own

and I can't do that anymore.

I need to start thinking about myself.

Because the truth is, I'm not afraid for you anymore.

I'm afraid of you.

You're afraid of me?

Yes, I am.

I'm sorry you're going through all of this,

but you're sick, Alex, and you need help.

So, what do we do?

We have to get out of this cabin.

Things have been getting worse since the day we arrived.

- OK. - OK? OK.

I'll start packing the car.

Happy birthday, baby. Everything's gonna be OK.

Babe. Come on, we need to go.

Alex, wake up.

Alex.

- What time is it? - It's two o'clock.

Come on, we have to go.

I need to sleep.

You can sleep in the car. Let's go.

- Let's go tomorrow. - No, we have to go now.

Just one more night.

No. Alex, wake up.

Alex.

Babe, come on, we have to go.

Alex!

Fuck.

So, I reviewed the information

you sent me regarding Catherine Thorne.

Mallory, what do you know about the Night's Disciples?

They were a cult that preyed on women for sexual purposes.

But did you also know that they worshipped Phobetor

whom they call the Eater of Dreams?

The reason they targeted women

suffering from parasomnia and PTSD

was so that they could impregnate them

through a breeding ritual.

They believed that when the child

born of the ritual turned 30,

it would become the Dream Walker,

a permanent sleepwalking host

for the Eater of Dreams to possess.

And they referred to this metamorphosis

as the black sun rising.

Today's Alex's 30th birthday.

Mallory, if Catherine Thorne

is in fact Alex's biological mother,

that means he's the Dream Walker.

But that's not possible.

Don't underestimate the forces in this world you cannot see.

Come on, this is crazy.

Has Alex displayed any violent behavior

since we last spoke?

Last night I found him sleepwalking

in the crawl space under the house.

He told me he'd hurt me if I didn't stop filming him.

Were you filming him at the time?

Yeah. His sleep therapist wanted me

to document all of his episodes.

And he made direct reference to the fact that

you were filming him?

Yeah. Why?

Then he could not have been in a dissociative state.

He had to be aware of his surroundings.

I don't understand.

That means he was awake when he said it.

No, you're wrong. Alex would never talk to me like that.

Because that wasn't Alex speaking to you.

Listen to me very carefully, Mallory.

You need to get out of that house as fast as you can.

You're not safe with him.

Hello? Dr Armitage?

Oh, my God. What's going on?

Alex, wake up! We need to go!

Alex!

Alex!

Alex, we need to...

Alex?

Oh, my God. What the fuck was that?

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Fuck.

Where are the keys?

I know they're here. The keys...

Where are they?

Alex?

Oh, my God.

Whoo!

Alex! Please wake up! This isn't you!

Mallory...

There you are.

Alex, wake up!

Don't worry, sweetheart.

I'm awake now.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God, this isn't happening to me.

She's in the closet.

Behold.

The black sun rises.

No!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

- It's not your fault. - Don't move.

Don't move. I'm gonna get help. Just stay here.

911 Emergency...

Hello, yes. Please, I need help.

What are you doing? No. No.

- It's OK. - It's too late.

No.

They can fix you.

No, not this time.

Yes. Please. Please.

Alex...

I can't do this without you. Please. You're OK.

Everything's fine. Please.

I can't lose you.

You'll never lose me.

Oh. It's OK.

Please. No.

Leave a message and I'll call you back.

Hey, Mal. It's Jordan.

I, uh... hope you're doing OK.

I can only imagine

how hard this has all been on you.

Look, I don't want this

to come off the wrong way, but...

I just think you've got something special here.

You've got something real.

If we shape the footage right, I'm telling you,

this project could launch your career.

I know you blame yourself for what happened.

But I really think you could still

pull something from this tragedy.

It's not gonna bring Alex back, but...

I mean, who knows, maybe it'll help you make sense of it.

Listen, I've got some investors lined up,

but they're not gonna wait around forever, Mal.

Anyways, please call me.

I'd really love to hear from you.

Oh, my God.

You'll never lose me.