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(switch clicks)
(static buzzing)

(deep ominous music)

(switch clicks)
(static cuts)

(VCR clicking and whirring)

(ominous circus music)

- [Announcer] Welcome friends.
(static buzzing)

Grab your comfiest blanket and get cozy

because I have a wonderful story for you.

It's about a little old
lady with a big old mouth.

Join me on this read aloud.

It goes like this.

(lady doll humming)
(rocking chair creaking)

♪ There was an old lady
who swallowed a fly ♪

(fly buzzes)
(mouth munches)

♪ I don't know why she swallowed the fly ♪

♪ Perhaps she'll die ♪

♪ There was an old lady
who swallowed a spider. ♪

- [Darren] Ozzie, why you
sitting so close to the TV?

♪ That wiggled and jiggled
and tickled inside her ♪

♪ She swallowed the spider ♪
- What are you working on?

♪ The fly ♪

♪ But I don't know why
she swallowed that fly ♪

♪ Perhaps she'll die ♪

- [Ozzie] What do you think of my mask?

♪ There was an old lady ♪

♪ Who swallowed a bird ♪
- Oh, it's kinda creepy,

but cool.
♪ How absurd ♪

♪ Out came the sun ♪
(whimsical music)

♪ And dried up all the rain ♪
(Darren laughing)

♪ And the itsy bitsy spider went up- ♪

(machine clicks)
(static whirring)

(machine clicks)

- [Ozzie] Can I hold the camera?

- [Darren] No, every time
I let you hold the camera,

you end up dropping it.

These things are too expensive.

- [Ozzie] I won't drop it this time.

Please, dad.
- No, I'm sorry.

It's time for bed, anyway.
(music player clicks)

Go brush your teeth.

- [Ozzie] Ah, this is dumb.

(machine whirring)

Where's mommy?

- [Darren] She'll be home later.

She's taking care of some things.

- [Ozzie] I want Grandma.

- [Darren] Grandma's
not here either, baby,

but I'm here with you, okay?

(silence)

(phone ringing)

- [Phone] Call (indistinct)

- Hello?
- Hey.

- Where are you?
- Still at the station.

I'll probably be here a while longer.

- They find your mom?
- Not yet.

They're still searching.

- [Darren] Okay.

- [Victoria] I hate this.

- [Darren] Yeah, me too.

- [Victoria] I'll keep you updated.

Tell Ozzie I say good
night and I love her.

- [Darren] I'll let her
know. I love you, Vic.

- [Victoria] I love you too. Darren.

(phone clicks)

(footsteps tapping)

(machine clicks and whirs)

(machine clicks)

(silence)

(Ozzie giggles in distance)
(footsteps shuffling)

- [Ozzie] 10, 9, 8,

7, 6, 5, 4,

3, 2, 1.

Ready or not, here I come.

(footsteps thudding)

(camera rustling)

(footsteps creaking)

(door creaking)

(footsteps continue creaking)

(footsteps continue creaking)

(muffled ominous music)

(muffled voices speak indistinctly)

(muffled ominous music)

- [Person] Come on. Help us back up.

(person yelling indistinctly in distance)

(door clicks)

(ominous rumbling)

(curtain rustles)

- [Ozzie] Ah, come on.

(item thuds in distance)

(muffled ominous music)

- [TV Announcer] Every day,
thousands of people call, write,

or visit the library.

- [TV Character] True.

(indistinct) a bad habit of (indistinct).

(TV announcer speaks indistinctly)

(door creaks)

(Ozzie giggles)
(footsteps shuffle)

(Ozzie gasps)
(footstep thuds in distance)

- [Ozzie] I can hear you, grandma.

I know you're in there.

Can you come out?

(ominous rumbling)

Found you, Grandma.

Hey, that's my mask. Give it back.

Can you please take off the mask, Grandma?

I don't like it when you wear it.

(ominous rumbling)
(fly buzzing)

Okay, it's your turn to find me.

(flies buzzing)

- [TV Announcer] Are covered with worms.

(Ozzie gasping)
(footsteps pounding)

(indistinct voices chattering)
(ominous music)

(ominous rumbling)

(ominous rumbling)

(door clicks, creaks)

(footsteps creaking)
(ominous rumbling)

(Ozzie weeping)

♪ She swallowed the dog to catch the cat ♪

♪ She swallowed the
cat to catch the bird ♪

♪ She swallowed the bird
to catch the spider ♪

♪ That wiggled and jiggled ♪

♪ There was an old lady ♪

♪ Who swallowed a horse ♪

♪ She's dead, of course ♪

(ominous rumbling)

(static buzzing)
(flies buzzing)

(ominous rumbling)

- We grow accustomed to the dark.

When the light is put away,

as when the neighbor holds the lamp

to witness her goodbye.

A moment.

We uncertain step, for
newness of the night.

Then, fit our vision to the dark

and meet the road, erect,

and so of larger darknesses.

Those evenings of the brain.

When not a moon disclose a sign,

or star, come out, within,

the bravest, grope a little,

and sometimes hit a tree
directly in the forehead.

But as they learn to see
either the darkness alters

or something in the sight
adjusts itself to midnight.

And life steps almost straight.

- The courage to push
through hardship. I like it.

- Yeah, I feel like Emily Dickinson speaks

to me on such a deep level.

- The power that art can have.

Yeah. Thank you for sharing, Ozzie.

- Yeah, of course.

- So how about journaling?
Have you gave it a go?

- Yeah. I actually started these
kind of like video diaries.

I feel that seeing

and hearing myself express
my own thoughts is helpful.

I also think it's important
to put my story somewhere.

I have a record of the truth of who I am.

- Absolutely.

I'm just so glad that you
are taking these steps.

I admire your bravery.

It's a long road, but you
are on the right path.

- There's still a lot
to learn about myself

and my own history.

I need to fill in those blanks.

(computer beeps)

(footsteps shuffle)

(camera beeps)

(Ozzie sighs)

Books speak to us.

They have the power

to take us on journeys outside of our own.

They can teach us how to live,
how to take care of ourselves

and the world around us.

Inside every book is a soul,

a voice wanting to be heard.

My grandma, she said she
used to hear some of them,

loud and clear.

She meant that literally.

She claimed that they told
her to do things, bad things.

And she did them.

- Can we talk about what happened tonight?

- Yes?

- A clergyman we spoke to,

he told us that he saw you hanging

behind the church before the fire.

Did you happen to see
what or who started it?

- No.

- There wasn't a slow progression

of mental illness.

It was an overnight thing

and I don't know what changed.

But that wasn't the grandma I remembered.

Dorothy Bell was a gentle soul.

The heart of our family, the
town's favorite librarian.

Shes where I got my love for reading.

(camera winding)

and most of the memories
I have of her are faint.

I don't know which ones are
real or which ones I dreamt.

Mine has this defense mechanism.

It could suppress traumatic memories.

They aren't removed,

they're just locked in a compartment

and the keys thrown out into the world

to one day be discovered again.

Growing up, I used to believe

that it was the car accident
that left me scarred.

That's what my parents had told me.

I first came across the story
on a paranormal blog titled

"Urban Legends of
Spellbound," my hometown,

where it all happened.

Dorothy Bell, a witch
librarian of Edwards Library,

said to still roam the halls.

They say if you shout her name

and listen closely, sometimes
you can hear it whisper back.

There's this picture being shared online.

They claimed it captured her ghost.

(ominous rumbling)

It's super blurry, but I don't know.

I kind of see it.

From there,

I was able to find press
articles from that year

detailing the events.

It flipped my whole world upside down.

(paper slides)

(pages rustling)

There was nothing stressful
going on in her life

that would make her lose it.

She wasn't loony and my
grandma wasn't a witch.

I'm back in Spellbound,
I'm at the old house

and I'm gonna be visiting
the library that she died in.

Try to see what I can learn.
I'll document everything I can.

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps rustling)

(door clicks open)

(footsteps shuffle)

- Good evening.
- Hi.

I'm a student at Amwell College

and I'm working on a video project.

- Okay.

- [Ozzie] I'm a relative of Dorothy Bell.

She was a former librarian here

in the eighties and nineties.

I was wondering if
you're familiar with her,

if you had anything to
share that I can include?

- No, I'm sorry.

We don't know anybody here with that name

and we don't allow filming
inside the library.

- [Ozzie] Is there anyone
else that works here

that may have some information?

- No. I don't think so.

I'm sorry we can't help you.

- [Ozzie] No worries. I'll
just take a look around.

- [Librarian] We're closing.

- [Ozzie] Okay.

- Are you Victoria's kid?
- I am.

- I thought so. I'm George Hall.

She was an old friend of mine.

We used to work together
at Kruger's Electronics

quite some time ago.

- [Ozzie] Now you're
working for the library.

- Maintenance.

How's your mom doing?

- [Ozzie] Honestly, I don't know.

We haven't talked to in a while,

but hey, maybe you can help me.

(crickets chirping)

(cars hum in distance)

(door clicks)
(body thuds)

(door clicks)

- Hi. Come on in.

What do you plan on doing with this video?

- [Ozzie] Nothing really.
It's a personal project.

Just wanna make sure
I document everything.

- Well, I'm fine with you
recording just as long

as it doesn't end up on YouTube.

I'm really not trying to lose my job.

- [Ozzie] Yeah, it won't

- Feel free to film whatever.

Just don't move or break anything.

Many of these tables
(hand knocking table)

have been preserved long
before you and I were born.

- [Ozzie] Are you familiar with

what happened with my grandma?

- We all know about it.

They don't like to talk about it here.

- [Ozzie] Yeah, I got that vibe.

- You don't wanna scare people away.

- [Ozzie] Mm-hmm. I get that.

- Were you the one she-
- Yeah.

- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked.

That's the banister right there.

(Ozzie sighs)
(camera shuffles)

You know, I remember her.

I lived in this town my whole life.

She was really a nice lady.

I mean, it's not every day you hear

of an elderly woman doing those

type of things, you know what I mean?

- [Ozzie] Yeah.

What about the ghost stories?

- I've heard 'em, honestly,
I don't believe in that.

At least I haven't experienced
anything to convince me to.

(footsteps thudding)

I mean, there's been times
where I thought I heard voices

and footsteps, but I'm
sure it's all in my head.

Long shifts with little
sleep will do that.

Plus we got a lot of
homeless people hanging

around the building and there'd
been times when they snuck

in when one of our staff
forgot to lock the door.

So I don't know.

(silence)

(footsteps shuffle)

I will be working in the
basement most of the night.

Let me know if you need anything.

- Perfect. Thank you.
- Yeah, no problem.

(door shuts)

(camera beeps)

(footsteps shuffling)

(footsteps shuffling)

(camera beeps)

(light ominous rumbling)

(light ominous rumbling)

- Do you remember this?

- [Dorothy] And the goblin retreated back

into the cave dwelling

never to return to the
Hogsfeet village again.

The end.

Well, what'd you think?

- [Ozzie] That one was scary.

I think it's gonna give me nightmares.

- You wanna know a trick?

- [Ozzie] What?

- Well, whenever you read a spooky story,

you read a happy one right after.

That way, you'll have sweet dreams instead

of bad ones.

- [Ozzie] Okay.

- How about this one?

"The Little Blue Balloon."
- Yeah!

(pages rustling)

- There once lived a balloon
that was a little blue.

The little blue balloon
lived among a family

of joyful colorful balloons.

(pages rustling)

Mama Purple Balloon
watered her balloon garden,

while Daddy Green Balloon
(switch clicking)

read The Daily Balloon newspaper.

Brother Yellow Balloon

painted a picture of a pretty balloon,

and Grandma Pink Balloon

baked a tasty balloon pie,
(footsteps shuffle)

but the little blue balloon
felt alone and left out.

Unsure of what balloon activity to do.

(light ominous rumbling)

(light ominous rumbling)

(footsteps shuffle)

(static buzzing)

(phone buzzing)

- [Dorothy] You wanna know a trick?

(ominous music)

(camera rustling)

- [Ozzie] Hello?

(light ominous music)

(Ozzie breathing)

Fuck.
(chair thuds)

(librarian shushes)
(camera whooshes)

(Ozzie gasping)

(light ominous rumbling)

- Gotta clock out.
(Ozzie gasps)

You good?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Can you please just
give me 15 more minutes?

That's all I need,

and I'll be outta your hair-
- I'm sorry,

I can't go into overtime.

You gotta pack it up.

Maybe come back some other night.

(camera whooshes)

(camera thuds)

- So in what ways do you feel like

your life has changed since learning

of this new part of your past?

- I feel like I understand
myself a little bit better.

Like my personality.

On the other hand, I have
a whole lot new questions

like none that this
really makes sense to me.

- I understand, it's a lot to process.

Can you think of any of
those questions you have?

- Maybe I did something wrong.

- Something that you did

to make your grandma act out?

Can you think of anything
a five-year-old could do

that would warrant an adult
to act violently towards them?

- No.

- Neither can I.

What about new memories?

Has anything resurfaced?

If you're uncomfortable
talking about them, it's okay,

We can move on.
- No, it's fine.

Some, I guess.

Well I've been having this

reoccurring nightmare of
her and I in this house

and we're sitting at the kitchen table

and she's making me a PB and J sandwich

like she always would.

But in the dream, instead
of a butter knife,

she's using this large

sharp chest blade to
spread the ingredients

and she's making a mess.

She just keeps adding more
and more peanut butter

and jelly on the bread

and it's overflowing

and smearing over her hands

and her clothes and on the table.

And then suddenly I'm covered in it

and it's all over my clothes

and my face,

and she's laughing hysterically.

It's not funny though.

I just have this like strange feeling that

something is terribly wrong

and I'm not laughing with her.

(light ominous music)

You know, I just don't understand
how she can do that to me.

(floor creaking)

(items shuffling)

This place had remained unoccupied

since our family moved out.

I think it's because
of what happened here.

(coins clinking)

Saw the ad on Craigslist for dirt cheap

and had to jump on it.

I don't think the landlord knows who I am.

I'd rather her not.

(footstep shuffle)

I occasionally find these little remnants

I hid in the floors and
walls throughout the house.

For each one,

a new memory surfaces.

Night one was interesting.

I will take a screen capture

so you can see what I'm looking at.

(mouse clicking)

Look at this.
(tape whirring)

(lamp buzzing)

(lamp buzzing)

Hmm.

- Fuck.
(item thuds)

- [Ozzie] See, that
can't be a video artifact

'cause it appears on both cameras.

I'm not sure what it is.

I'll be returning later tonight

and this time I'll try a
little harder to communicate.

(bright ominous music)

(bright ominous music continues)

(bright ominous music continues)

(bright ominous music continues)

(phone vibrates)

(bright ominous music continues)

(bright ominous music continues)

- [Victoria] How do you
explain something like that

to a child?

You don't. You just don't.

Please pick up.

Your father and I are getting worried.

- [Val] Hey Ozzie, it's Val.

You are scheduled for 2:00 PM today.

We're short staffed and need some help.

Call us back when you can.
(message beeping)

- [Victoria] Ozzie,
it's your mother again.

Just wanted to call and
wish you a happy birthday.

Let me know you're okay.

Call me back.
(message beeping)

- [Val] Hey Ozzie, it's Val again.

This is your third no call, no show.

Technically, I should be letting
you go from this position.

I understand that life can
sometimes get in the way.

Call me back.
(message beeping)

- [Victoria] You don't
think it fucked me up, too?

I'm a mess. All I wanted
was the best for you.

I wanted you to be able to
grow up and live a normal life.

You know what, fuck it. I'm done trying.

Goodbye Ozzie.
(message beeping)

- [Darren] Hi Ozzie. It's your father.

I know you're dealing with a lot

and I understand you're
aren't ready to speak to us.

Just wanna say I love you

and when you feel comfortable
to talk, I'll be waiting.

Bye now.

(ominous buzzing)

- Is he talking to you now?

(pen scribbling)

What is he saying?

- I... (whimpers indistinctly)

- What was that?

- He wants me to kill you.

(board rustles)

(light ominous rumbling)

(wood piece sliding)

(light ominous rumbling)

- I am calling out to the spirit

of my grandmother Dorothy Bell.

(light rumbling)

Are you here right now?

(silence)

(silence)

(silence)

Why did you hurt me? I just need to know.

(silence)

(silence)

Can you please just say
something? Anything.

(object thuds loudly in distance)

(camera rustles)

(light ominous music)

(ghostly voices speak indistinctly)

(light ominous rumbling)

(light ominous rumbling)

This is a sign. It has to be.

"Welcome Home" by Albert Thurman.

You want me to read to you, Grandma?

(pages rustling)

When I was about 15
years old, we had retired

to our house near Bell Reef.

When we witnessed the most violent

and terrible thunderstorm.

It advanced from behind
the mountains of Jura,

and the thunder burst at once

with frightful loudness from various

quarters of the heavens.

I remained while the storm lasted.

Watching its progress,
(flies buzzing)

with curiosity and delight.

As I stood at the door, all of the sudden,

I beheld a stream of
fire issued from an old

and beautiful oak, which stood about 20

yards from our house.

And so as the dazzling light vanished,

the oak had disappeared
and nothing remained

but a blasted stump.

When we visited the next morning,

we found the tree shattered
in a single manner.

It was not splintered by the shock,

but entirely reduced to
thin remnants of wood.

I never beheld anything
so utterly destroyed.

(Ozzie speaking in Latin)
(fly buzzing)

(Ozzie speaking in Latin)
(fly buzzing)

(Ozzie clears throat)

The catastrophe of this tree excited

my extreme astonishment

and I eagerly inquire of
my father and the nature

and origin of the thunder and lightning.

Huh. That's strange.

This paragraph's in a
completely different language.

Looks like Latin.

I don't know.

(Ozzie sighs)

I didn't see any more of these in here.

(flies buzzing)

Must be a misprint.

(flies buzzing)

(object booms in distance)
(ominous music)

- What the fuck was that?

- [Ozzie] I don't know.

- It wasn't you?

- [Ozzie] No, it came from up here.

(footsteps shuffling)

(footsteps shuffling)

- Who's ever in here,
you better come out now.

The police are on the way.
- There's no one

on this floor.

- It sounded like it came from up here.

- [Ozzie] I know, but I've
been here this whole time

and I haven't seen anybody.

- Alright, let's pack it up.

I'm gonna do a thorough
search of the building.

I don't think it's safe for
you to be here right now.

- [Ozzie] Okay.

(camera rustles)
(footsteps shuffling)

(camera thuds)

- There is a quote by Soran Kierkegaard

that I live by.

That is, life can only
be understood backwards,

but it must be lived forwards.

I mean, of course it's
essential we confront our past

but not live there.

Do you feel that's something
that you can relate to?

- Yeah. Right now I feel
like definitely living there.

- I understand.

Do you know what compartmentalizing is?

- Oh, sorry, my coffee.

One second.
- Yeah, sure.

(footsteps shuffling)

(coffee pot rustles)

(mug slides in distance)

(book thuds)
(pages rustling)

- Um...

(footsteps shuffling)

- All right, I'm back. My apologies.

I think you're, I think you're frozen.

It could be my wifi.

Let me check the connection.

(Robin gargling)

Okay. I lost your video.

I'm going to reset my router.
Just give me one second.

(Robin gargling)
(neck snaps)

Okay. Can you hear me?
(static buzzing)

Oh.

(keyboard ticking)

(computer beeps)

(static buzzing)

(computer beeps)

(keyboard ticking)

(computer beeps)

(keyboard ticking)

(computer beeps)

(silence)

(computer beeps)
(ominous music)

(keyboard ticking)
(computer beeping)

(computer beeping)

(computer beeps)

(Ozzie sighs)

(ominous rumbling)
(flies buzzing)

(flies buzzing)

(paper rustling)

(door shuts)

(static buzzing)

(static buzzing)

(ominous rumbling)

(floor creaks)
(footsteps shuffle)

What are you trying to tell me, grandma?

(pages rustle)

(Ozzie sighs)

(keyboard ticking)

(cursor scrolling)

(pages rustling)

(keyboard ticking)

(cursor clicks)

(cursor clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

- What's going on everybody?

I'm back again.

It is the Prince of the Paranormal,

and I have another spicy one for you guys.

Since 1892, there have been
a series of murders and

or suicides that share
unusual similarities and ties.

The perpetrators of these
violent crimes possess the same

exact item, a one of a kind
crimson leather bound book

titled Welcome Home.

The author Albert Thurman
was a self-proclaimed warlock

who took credit for the murders.

Although he never committed
them with his own hands,

he claimed it was the book
he wrote that caused people

to commit heinous acts of violence.

(suspenseful music)

Richard Clay, 45 years old.

In 1932, police arrived to
his home in Cincinnati, Ohio

to a gruesome scene.

His wife and two children
were found in the

cellar bludgeoned to death.

Clay was located in the attic
sitting atop a locked trunk.

In the trunk, they found a bloody mallet

and the Crimson Book.

His eyeballs were found in
the pockets of his overalls.

Simon Fritz, 11 years old
from Hanover, Michigan.

In 1952, he brutally
stabbed his sister a total

of 110 times in the woods near their home.

The kid claimed a man
crawled out of the book

and chased her down.

Viola Patrick, 34 years
old from Gary, Indiana.

In 1978, she confessed to
the murder of 10 locals.

Her entire property was a graveyard.

The police discover 11 graves at her home,

10 of which the bodies were buried.

The 11th contained the Crimson Book.

I'll be doing a deeper
dive into these later.

Comment below on which ones
you guys are most interested in

hearing about, and I will get them to you.

Thank you guys for watching
as always, and see you soon.

(suspenseful music)

(cursor scrolls)

(mouse clicks)

(keyboard ticking)

(camera shutter flashes)

(keyboard ticking)

(mouse clicks)

(mouse clicks)

(mouse clicks)

(static buzzing)

(computer beeps)

(Ozzie gasps)

(Ozzie sighs)

(Ozzie sighs)

(wood scraping)

(light ominous music)

- I know you're here, grandma,

please talk to me.

(broom sweeps)

Hope I'm not disturbing you.

- What was that?
- Am I bothering you?

- No, you're fine. Am I bothering you?

- No, not at all.

I know this is probably weird.

- A little.

I mean, I've seen the ghost hunting show,

so I know the deal.

I can't hear you anyway,
so pretend I'm not here.

- Okay.

(broom sweeps)

(silence)

Grandma, is there anything

that you can tell me about
what happened to you?

(door thuds in distance)

I won't be afraid if you communicate.

Does the name Albert Thurman
mean anything to you?

(heartbeat pulses)

- [Robin] Ozzie?

Oh, Ozzie...
(chair thuds)

(clothes rustling)

(light ominous music)

(light ominous music continues)

(clothes rustling)

(breeze howling)

(breeze howling)

Ozzie!

(breeze howling)

(light ominous music)

(items crunching)

(light rumbling)

(drum beats intensely)

(static beats)

Ah, there you are.

Hello, Ozzie. How are you feeling?

More nightmares?

You don't look so well.

In fact, you look like you're dying.

(Robin laughing)
(ominous music)

(Robin laughing)
(intense music)

(door thuds)

I am right in here,
Ozzie, you can come in.

Let's talk about your feelings.

Oh, come on.

You wanna get rid of those
negative thoughts, don't you?

I can help with that.

(footsteps rustling)

(ominous rumbling)

(flies buzzing)

(light ominous music)

(flies buzzing)

(librarian shushes)

(Ozzie gasps)

(Ozzie gasping)
(camera rustling)

(breeze howling)

(intense music)
(Ozzie screaming)

(librarian shushing)
(Ozzie gasping)

- Okay, you're done here. I need you out!

- [Ozzie] Wait, I just had something.

- No, I can't hear you hollering
like that. You gotta go.

- [Ozzie] I don't think you understand

what I just experienced here.

- Good. You got what you wanted.

Now get the fuck outta here.

- Oh no!
- Get out!

- I don't know if this is
just one big nightmare.

It's the most rational explanation, right?

God, Jesus.

Mom, Dad, just please just wake me up.

Please, please, please.

(door knocking)

- [Darren] Ozzie, it's your father.

Just me.

Look, I know you're upset.

I understand.

We were wrong.

(door rattles)

(footsteps thudding)

I brought you some lunch and
some stuff from the house.

- Not hungry.

- I came here to say that I
respect your need for space

to collect your thoughts.

I'm not here to force you to talk to us.

You can take all the time you need.

I'm just here to say that I'm deeply sorry

and that I love you.

That is all.

- Why hide it, though?

Don't you think I deserve

to know my own history, to know who I am?

- Yes, you do. It was a stupid decision.

We were afraid it would
disrupt your mental health.

Our family's had a
history of mental illness

and we wanted to try to break that cycle.

I'm sorry for hurting you.

- Tell me about the book, Dad.

- What book?

- [Ozzie] You gonna lie to me again?

- What do you know about the book?

- [Ozzie] What is there to know about it?

- You stay away from all that nonsense.

Your grandmother was sick.

- No, she wasn't.
- That's what it was.

- Ozzie, open the door.
(door knocking)

- You need to leave, Dad.

- I told her to stay in the car.

- [Victoria] I just need
to talk to you. Please.

- Get out.
- Calm down, Ozzie.

- Get out. I don't wanna see you.

I don't wanna see her.

- I'm going.
- This is important.

(door knocking)

- [Darren] Please take care of yourself.

I don't want anything bad happening.

- [Ozzie] Get out!

- [Darren] She doesn't
want us here right now.

We have to go, Vicky.
- I just want to talk to-

(footsteps thudding)

(weapon thuds)

(Ozzie sighs)

(papers rustling)

(paper rips)

- Dear Ozzie, this was your
favorite book as a child.

Whenever you were stressed

or sick, we'd read it to
you and would calm you.

I thought you'd liked to have it.

Hope it helps. Love Dad.

(birds chirping)

- Nearly a century after
Albert Thurman's death,

they had discovered a journal of his

and it was stashed beneath
the floorboards of his manner.

It was a tell all, a confession.

In it, he explained how
he worshiped a demonic

entity named Dalmeg.

He went into detail about the Crimson Book

and when he wrote the book,
he hid an incantation,

a curse within the pages.

Now this text, when read
would welcome the demon

to enter the body of the reader.

So he placed it in a library,

and from there it went
from person to person.

It was Thurman's way of
appeasing the entity.

He was giving it temporary
vessels to live in.

- [Ozzie] No, no, this can't be true.

I mean, that's not how
reality works, right?

- Yeah, yeah, I know it
sounds like some made up urban

legend, but there are
historical records of it all.

You know, some of it was
even published in newspapers.

You just have to dig hard enough.

- [Ozzie] Oh my God.

- So where's the book?

(heartbeat thuds)

(bag thuds)
(zipper unzips)

Oh no, I'm not touching it.

(birds chirping)

This is it. It has to be.

Oh God, it smells awful.

- What should we do with it?
- We should destroy it.

- But if what you're saying is true,

then maybe we can send
it to science to study

and I can give them all my video evidence.

- No, no, no. This thing
is dangerous, okay.

It's unpredictable.

They weren't able to keep it secure

for over a hundred years.

It kept disappearing from police evidence.

Now we have to destroy it now
before it ruins someone else.

(footsteps rustling)

You didn't read any of it, did you?

- No.
- Okay, good.

It's up here.

(birds cawing)

(footsteps shuffling)

(birds chirping)

(trail thuds)

Ozzie.

- [Ozzie] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Coming.

- Alright. Give it.

(camera thuds)

(Ozzie sighs)

Hey, gimme the book.

- Um...

- Ozzie...

- You know, I don't, I put it back inside.

You saw me.

- Shit, shit, shit!
- I don't know.

- The book is Dalmeg's puppet.

He has the power

to control it and make it do things.

Okay. We have to find it.

We have to find it and keep
others from reading it.

That's the only way to end this.

He's nothing without his weapon.

- Okay. Where could it be going?

- Probably the library.

That's where the book
would most likely get read.

And that's what it wants.

- Okay.
- Wait. Hey, look at me.

- What?
- Your nose is bleeding.

- Huh?
- Are you okay?

- Yeah. It bleeds when I'm stressed.

- Are you sure you're good? I can do-

- Yes.

Damn it, okay. I'm fine.

- Alright.

(camera rustles)

(static buzzing)

(static buzzing)

(suspenseful music)

(door thuds)

- Good evening.

- Good evening.
- Please excuse the mess.

We haven't been open long.

- You have some very
interesting things here.

- Yes. They belonged to my grandmother.

When she died,

I came back to sort things out.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

(indistinct)

(both speaking indistinctly)
(puppet clanking)

(puppet drowns out speech)

- [Character] Oh, I didn't
mean to frighten you

when I came in.

It's just that,

all these people I've met here

acted like I was (indistinct).

(static rumbling)
(puppet clanking)

(people speaking indistinctly)
(ominous rumbling and buzzing)

- Dad, wake up.

Get the phone, call my mother.

(static buzzing)
(intense music)

(both speaking indistinctly
under the static)

- What?
- I'm sorry.

(TV characters speak indistinctly)

- You okay?
- Yeah, why?

What's the matter?

(TV characters speak indistinctly)

- Can we get her some water?

(child whimpering)

(door pounding)

(door pounding)

(door clicks open)

(bell tolls in distance)

(ominous rumbling)

- It's gotta be here.

(object thuds)

(light ominous music)

(footsteps shuffling)

(camera person breathing)

(camera person breathing)

(camera person breathing)

(static buzzing)

(static buzzing)

Did you find anything yet?

- [Ozzie] Huh? No, nothing yet.

- Damn.

(footstep shuffling)

(heartbeat pulses)

- [Ozzie] Did you hear that?

Listen.

- I don't hear anything.

If something is here, show yourself.

- [Ozzie] Shh. I'm here.

(light rumbling)

- What is that?

- Is that...
- Oh, I got it.

- [Ozzie] All right, let's go.

Come on. Just pick it up.
- Hold on.

I can't move.
- Come on.

Let's just go.

Amir. Get up.

Amir.

(book thuds)

Amir,

Amir, what are you doing?

Amir. We have to go.

(door clicks)

(Amir screaming)

(Amir screaming)

(Amir screaming)
(flesh mushing)

(Ozzie gasping)
(body thuds)

(Amir screams)
(intense music)

- Let's go! Let's go!

(intense music)

(Ozzie gasping)

(Ozzie gasping)

(Ozzie gasping)

(creature growling)

(creature growling)

(Ozzie whimpering)

(creature growling)

(creature grunts)
(object crunches)

(intense thud)
(Ozzie gasping)

(Ozzie gasping)

(Ozzie gasping)

(ominous rumbling)

(ominous music)
(Ozzie gasping)

(Ozzie gasping)

(light ominous music)

(Ozzie breathing)
(ominous music)

- [Ozzie] Grandma.

How could she do that to me?

You're not that cruel, are you?

- [Dorothy] I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- [Ozzie] Was it him?

(Ozzie weeping)

- [Dorothy] I love you.

- [Ozzie] What?

- [Dorothy] I love you.

- [Ozzie] No.

(Amir screams in distance)
(Ozzie weeping)

(Amir screaming)
(Ozzie weeping)

(Ozzie weeping)

(Ozzie gasping)

(ominous rumbling)

(Ozzie gasping)

(ominous rumbling)

(Ozzie gasping)

(creature growling)

(Ozzie gasps)
(static buzzes)

(intense static)

(static glitches)

(ominous rumbling)

(Ozzie breathing)

(ominous music)

(ominous rumbling)

(static glitches)

(static buzzing)

(static buzzing)

(static buzzing)

(static buzzing)

(static buzzing)

(metal scraping)

(static buzzes)

(static buzzing)

(static buzzing)

(static buzzes)

(flesh mushing)

(static buzzing)

(flesh mushing)
(static glitches)

(light ominous music)

(static glitches)

(static rumbling)

(static buzzing)

(static glitching)

Oh, no no no no no no.

(static thuds)

(static glitches)
(Ozzie gasping)

- Ozzie, I'm sorry. Please
forgive me for everything.

I have another gift for you.

It's right in here.

- [Victoria] Come and talk to me baby.

I won't hurt you.

(static glitches)

(footsteps shuffle)

(breeze howling)

(ominous rumbling)

- What in the-
(person grunting)

(ominous rumbling)
(Ozzie screaming)

(creatures growling)
(Ozzie gasping)

(ominous rumbling)
(Ozzie gasping)

(Ozzie screaming)

(papers rustling)
(ominous music)

(metal clanks)

(Ozzie gasping)

(book thuds)

(Ozzie gasping)

- We're still here.

- Yeah.

(Ozzie gasping)

- Is it over?

(door knocking)

(door knocking)

(door knocking)

(footsteps shuffling)

(door clicks)

- How is he now?

(footsteps shuffle)

(floor creaking)

(footsteps shuffle)

(floor creaking)

(footsteps shuffle)

(floor creaking)

(couch creaking)

(silence)

- I'm sorry.

- No, you don't need to apologize.

It's gonna be okay. I'm here with you.

You're loved.

(flies buzzing)

- Can you read to me, dad?

(flies buzzing)

- "Little Blue Balloon"
by Patricia Pinkett.

The once lived a balloon

that was a little blue,
a little blue balloon

lived in a family of
joyful colorful balloons.

Big balloon house.

Mama purple balloon
watered her balloon garden

while daddy green balloon read
the daily balloon newspaper.

Brother yellow balloon painted
a picture of a pretty balloon

and grandma pink balloon
baked the tasty balloon pie,

but the little blue balloon
felt alone, left out.

Unsure of what balloon activity to do.

(flies buzzing)

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(dramatic music concludes)

(silence)