All language subtitles for Ghosts That Still Walk

Here we are.

Wow, look at that.

Real Marcus Welby stuff. That's right.

Alright, watch your feet.

Come on, Mark. You're going to get your
picture taken.

Should I brush my hair first?

I'm going to get your profile, and I
want an autographed copy.

Can I order a couple of wallet-sized
prints for my girlfriend?

Just a couple?

Well, you better make about a dozen for
me.

I'll sell.

That was perfect.

Once I get you into position, you're
gonna have to hold real still, okay?

Okay, hold still.

Now hold very still, Mark.

You mean there's no cure?

But Mark's seizures are getting much
worse.

Both the brain cap scan and the
cerebrospinal fluid tap show no trace

whatsoever of any disease.

No meningitis, encephalitis, no tumor.

Migraine attacks, on the other hand,
usually do start at puberty.

They cease eventually around middle age.

Dr. Stamler, Mark's only 15.

There are certain symptoms here that
make me believe that there may be some

psychological aspects to his illness.

He's always been such a happy, normal,
strong boy.

Of course, he was extremely upset for a
long time after his father's death.

Mark, it just...

Turned nine at the time.

What I'm saying, Mrs. Douglas, is that
when we add his mother's breakdown last

year and now his grandfather's
illness... Oh, God.

Why are you testing us so?

I prayed for him so.

Oh, Lord, I don't know how much longer I
can hold on.

Please, Mrs. Douglas, your prayers and
your remarkable strength mean everything

to your grandson right now.

Whatever strength I have left, Doctor,
comes from the Lord.

There's a doctor I'm thinking about who
specializes in cases where emotional or

psychological aspects may contribute to
a patient's physical illness.

Her name is Ann Sills.

She's an M.D. with a Ph.D. in
psychiatry. Dr. Sills...

At one time was a consultant here at
this hospital.

She was a medical hypnotist. Now she has
a private practice.

Possibly being further complicated by a
psychosomatic illness is perfectly

acceptable to me.

Dr. Stamler is one of the finest
diagnosticians in the country.

Excuse me.

Yes, Mrs. Douglas.

Well, I was wondering if perhaps it
wouldn't be better if Mark waited

outside in your reception room while we
discuss... Mark, how old are you?

Uh, 15, a month ago.

You're in high school?

Yes, ninth grade at John F. Kennedy
High. Does it bother you at all to have

me discuss your condition with your
grandmother?

No.

I'm not a terminal case, am I?

I believe your condition is just about
as terminal as athlete's foot.

Dr.

Sills, can I ask you a question?

Yes, Mark.

Well, let's see how to put this.

You're a psychiatrist, aren't you? Among
other things.

What do you mean?

Well, Mark, I started my career as a
medical doctor, an M.D.

But after a couple of years in practice,
I discovered that I couldn't just simply

concentrate on people's physical
illnesses, prescribing drugs or surgery

to cure my patient's body. I decided
that the body and mind are one, not to

be separated.

Both must be considered together.

Equally to affect a complete cure.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Yeah.

But it still messes me up a little bit
to think that I need a psychiatrist.

And it will mess me up a lot to have you
think of me only as being a head shrink.

Okay, I'll try.

Can I look at some of your stuff?

I won't touch anything.

Go right ahead.

Thanks. Just call me over if you want to
ask me anything.

Okay, I will.

I started to say, Dr.

Stamper is an excellent diagnostician.
What prompted him to finally rule out

ordinary migraine headaches was the fact
that Mark's pain now seems to be

centered in the region of the medulla
oblongata, the rear and lower section of

the brain.

Migraines are caused by spasms of the
cerebral blood vessels, which cause an

intense pain just above one or the other
eye.

That's why he did the x-rays and various
other tests.

To be certain there were no diseases or
injuries to the brain or spinal cord.

Of course, all the tests show Mark to be
perfectly fine physically.

Thank God. But why is Dr.

Stamler so interested in the events
leading up to my husband's heart attack

last month?

Harold is recovering very nicely. We
expect him to be back home before too

long. Mrs. Douglas, in trying to
pinpoint any psychosomatic illness...

It's vitally important that every
possible contributing cause be

considered. That's why I would like to
ask you to bring in all of the notes

Mark's mother was making when she had
her nervous breakdown.

You mean the notes for her new book?

Yes. I understand she's writing a novel
on the Indians of the Southwest.

The Turquoise Shadow, it's called.

It's a children's book about the ancient
cliff dwellers.

Oh, Ruth is a marvelous writer.

You've shared secrets with me.

I want to know everything about you.

I want to know everything about you.

Also, I would like to ask that you
relate to me everything about the event

just prior to your husband's heart
attack during your vacation.

Oh, my. I don't know.

The whole thing was a terrible strain on
both of us.

I've just forced it out of my mind.

Then perhaps you'd allow me to put you
into a mild state of hypnosis.

You can recall more that way.

Hypnosis?

Oh, I don't know. You can share your
secrets with me. I'm frightened of

things like that. How did you learn to
make these brutal bags?

I don't think I could ever do it.

Mrs. Douglas.

It could be very important to Mark. I
want to know everything about you.

I can show you.

I'll teach you, Mother.

I'll teach you.

comfortable, Alice.

I want you to just lie there and listen
to the peaceful sound of

a cool green pine forest far away from
the city.

It's a warm, sunny day.

Can you hear the birds singing?

Yes.

The morning sunlight.

You feel it on your face.

So warm and relaxing.

Isn't it lovely to relax here in the
soft green grass?

Looking up at the blue sky and pine
trees.

Listening. to the tiny stream running
down the hillside into the valley.

Let's follow it, Alice, as it winds
along through green meadows, deeper

and deeper into the mist of the valley.

What beauty the Lord has created.

Don't you feel close to him out here?

Among all his handiwork.

Oh, yes.

Let's do it together.

Deeper. Deeper.

To a very relaxing, restful, quiet
little spot.

The sun is warm and pleasant.

It makes you sleepy, Alice.

So sleepy.

Lose your eyes.

As I count to five,

go deeper and deeper asleep.

One, sleep.

Two, deeper.

Three,

sleep.

Four, five.

All you hear is my voice.

You will remain asleep until I count to
five again.

At that time, you will awaken
completely, feeling very relaxed and

happy.

Do you understand?

Yes.

I want you to think back to early summer
of this year.

It was July, wasn't it?

Remember the day you and your husband...

first saw your motor home, the first
time, try

to recall everything that happened,
everything that was said.

This

looks

almost as good as that one we looked at
in the paper.

Carpenter a little dirty, though.

It's had some use, that's for sure.

You folks go ahead and look it over.

I have to make a phone call. Be back in
a few minutes.

Go right ahead. We'll make ourselves at
home.

He's gone now.

Dad, this kitchen is just lovely.

Why, I don't think this range has been
used more than once or twice.

All the appliances are brand-breaking
new.

That salesman must have had his figures
mixed up.

These fancy models sell for three times
what he quoted us.

There must be some reason why they've
got a price so low. Maybe there's

something mechanically wrong.

Motor sounds fine, though.

That's fine, Alan.

Now I want you to move ahead.

A few days.

A week.

Ahead to that Friday afternoon in July.

You and Harold have started your trip.

You remember?

That first day.

A true story about Callie over in the
1880s.

It sounds

as if you're

both enjoying yourself, you and Harold.

Oh, yes.

It's such an adventure.

Wonderful.

Just driving wherever we want.

Taking our little home along with us.

Well, Dad, is it all right to light this
oven while we're driving?

Sure. Pilot's lit.

I'm going to start dinner.

Are you hungry yet?

I could go for a salad.

How long till dinner?

Well, I'm fixing a pot roast and
potatoes. Oh, it'll be a couple hours

yet. But I can fix the salad as soon as
the roast's in the oven.

Oh, no, I just love this kitchen.

All the comforts of home.

You wouldn't rather be flying down to
South America, being waited on hand and

foot by a stewardess, staying in fancy
hotels.

This is better than first class.

Why, it's the only way to fly.

Oh, Lord.

Alice, what's wrong?

Relax. Just relax.

Tell me what's happening.

I don't know.

I'm afraid.

I'm scared.

It's like a nightmare.

made her pull left.

Grabbed the wheel right out of my hand
for a second.

Well, you better slow down a little.

We'll have her checked out at the next
service station.

We need gas anyway.

Could be the steering needs some kind of
a...

has a mind of its own.

What's happening now?

Oh, stop.

We've stopped.

Go on, Alice.

Keep going.

It's okay.

I know.

I know.

It's all over.

Come on.

That's my girl.

Something made the controls freeze up.

I'll check it over and find out the
problem.

We'll drive back to Barstow and have a
mechanic fix everything.

It's all right. Oh, Dad.

I never prayed so hard in my life.

I've never been so scared.

This may take a little time.

Why don't you go ahead and fix that
cellar? I'm famished.

Maybe you could whip up some of that
dressing of yours, too.

I should have known you'd take care of
me.

Tell me how you feel, Alice.

Tell me what you're thinking.

I'm scared.

It's like a nightmare.

Harold is checking everything over.

Oh, Dad's so good with anything
mechanical.

But he won't say what's wrong.

I think he's worried.

Worried? About the mechanical trouble?

No. Oh, he keeps talking about that, but
something else is

on his mind.

I can tell.

Dad?

What's that?

What?

Out there on the salt flat.

I'll get my binoculars.

What is it?

I just want to get a closer look.

Dad, what's wrong?

Dad! No, no. Damn thing won't stop.

Dad.

What is that out there?

I'll check the starter wire.

You sit here and try it when I yell.

So I walked through the valley as a
shadow of death.

I will fear no evil.

For thou art with me.

I shall sling you out of all your sins.

I create the heavens

and the earth.

Father, forgive them.

Thank you. He is born this day in the
city of David,

the Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

It's bleeding.

I feel like I want to pass out, but I
can't. It's all right, Alice.

You're in shock.

Relax.

Just relax for a few minutes. Let me
pass out so I can wake up from this

nightmare.

Are you dreaming all of this, Alice?

Yes.

Of course.

It's a dream.

A vision of something.

God is trying to show me something.

Then you're having a religious vision,
Alice?

Of course.

Rocks can't move.

Everybody knows that.

The Lord moves in mysterious ways.

His wonders to perform.

What is God trying to tell you, Alice?

I don't know.

He'll reveal his meaning when the time
is right.

But I must keep my faith strong.

I can only trust in the Lord to lead the
way.

Keep my faith strong.

Even though my body is weak.

What is Harold doing now, Alice?

He's scared.

Poor Dad.

He's trying to help me.

He doesn't understand about these
things.

Poor soul.

How's your head?

Did the aspirin help the pain?

Oh, I'm fine now.

Oh, Lord, it's hot in here.

It must be a... Hundred degrees out
there.

Don't worry.

I'm going up on top to see if I can get
this air conditioner running again.

Dad, be careful, please.

You just take a nap.

This shouldn't take long.

I'm not sleepy.

I'm just going to rest a little while
and then I'm going to get this mess

cleaned up.

Will you turn this thing on again when I
yell, okay?

All right.

Now, you be careful up there.

Don't worry.

Okay.

Alex?

Turn off the motor!

You mean you hypnotized me?

You were in a trance for nearly two
hours.

Oh, my goodness.

What did I say?

You were telling me about your vacation
trip.

You don't remember what happened on the
trip.

Only Harold's heart attack.

Oh, I remember waking up like from a
terrible night.

I was in the driver's seat of our
motorhome.

I remember thinking how silly.

I don't even drive.

I never have.

I looked around for Harold, but he was
gone.

I found him outside, on the ground.

Very sick.

He had awful chest pain.

I thought he'd fallen from the roof.

Oh, he'd gone up there to fix the air
conditioner in that terrible heat.

But I looked around, and we weren't in
the campgrounds anymore.

So I guess I fell asleep, and he took it
out for a drive to see if it was

running properly.

You don't remember anything prior to
that?

I remember fixing dinner on the way to
the campground.

and Harold yelling that there was
something wrong with the steering.

And then we went off the road.

Oh, I just don't know, Doctor.

I don't know what's real and what's a
dream. It's all mixed up.

It's all right, Mrs. Douglas.

Mrs. Douglas, were you taking any
medication or any drugs that day?

Oh, no.

Except Harold gave me an aspirin for my
headache.

Strange. What, Mrs. Douglas?

Well, after Harold rested a while, he
insisted on driving me home.

And later on that evening, he had
another attack.

I called an ambulance.

Dr. Copeland said he had had a heart
attack, and they kept him there.

But what seemed strange to you?

I had a Band-Aid on my head.

A cut right here.

Just like in my dream.

Mrs. Douglas, I'd like to review these
notebooks that you brought over. Oh,

yes, of course. I'm sorry.

I don't mean to take up so much of your
time.

Mark is the one who needs your time.

How is Mark's hand?

Oh, just fine.

Mark's a fast healer. Why, we've got the
bandage off already.

Oh, by the way, you just hold on to
Ruth's notes as long as you need them.

She won't be permitted to work on her
new book for a while anyway.

I'll take very good care of her. Oh, I
knew you will.

Mark will be here bright and early at 8.

Good night.

Good night.

Wednesday, June 22nd.

I called the museum today and agreed to
deliver two of the Indian mummies this

week, since I'm finished with my studies
and photographs of them both.

So far, no one knows about the third
mummy I found.

That one still seems somehow to be very
different from the other two.

I've decided to attempt an experiment.

It's far too insane to describe here,
but if by any chance it should happen to

work...

Friday, June 24th.

Today I located the information I need
in the research library at the

university.

It appears that the thought of astral
travel is not as much a fantasy as it

first seemed to be.

I discovered that there are too many
documented cases of successful astral

projections to ignore the possibilities
now open to me.

One particular book I found describes in
detail a seemingly logical method of

establishing a line of force between
myself and the astral body of my

subject.

Provided, of course, I'm correct in my
hope that the astral body never departed

the dead Indian.

I must be certain to document this
experiment carefully.

In the slim chance that I actually meet
with some degree of success.

Your astral body is still alive.

It's shining.

Radiant.

Only your physical body is dead.

Do you realize what that means?

Your flesh and blood are dust, held
together by dried wrappings.

But you must understand, everyone has
three bodies.

A physical, which returns to dust.

A spiritual, which left you when you
died and is in heaven.

I'm very happy.

And a third body.

That which exists on what is known as
the astral plane.

The astral plane includes my world.

And extends even further beyond.

You must release yourself.

Your astral body must not stay locked
up.

You're welcome here.

I took you from your resting place in
the desert.

I could hear you calling.

You led me to your cave.

You drew me into the darkness.

And when I thought that I might turn
back, you kept beckoning me,

pleading with me,

crying out for me to free you.

My world is strange, I know.

But you must not be afraid.

I won't harm you.

Monday, June 27th.

It has now been nearly four days since I
started my experiment.

So far there has been no appearance of
an astral form of any kind.

Just a feeling I have that there is
someone or something still here.

I haven't slept for three nights.

I can't rest. I keep hearing a voice.

His voice.

For sure.

My thoughts about him are consuming me.

I can't write anymore. I can't do
anything except...

That's fine, Mark.

Just relax again.

Continue to sleep.

Now, Mark, I want you to think back.

Back to a year ago.

You're in eighth grade.

Your mother has been very, very busy.

What is she doing?

Her book.

Writing her new book.

What kind of book is it?

Do you know?

I don't see Mom much.

She's always busy working in her study.

What does she do in there, Mark?

I don't know.

It's all right, Mark. Just relax and
take your time.

Think.

Try to remember.

Did your mom ever tell you about her new
book she's working on?

Yes.

What is the book about, Newark?

Indian... The Indians.

Cliff dwellers.

She's writing a book about ancient
Indian tribes.

Is that right, Mark?

Yes. Relax,

Mark. Stay asleep.

Jesus,

it's killing me. Mark, open your eyes.

Look directly in the light.

Look at the light.

It's tearing me apart.

Listen to me. Ow.

Ow, my back.

Mark. Ow, it's got a hold on my back.
Listen to me.

Look at the light.

Help me, please.

Your body is becoming numb.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

You have no feeling in your fingers,
your arms, your shoulders. No.

No feeling at all.

Completely numb.

No feeling at all.

In your neck, your back.

No pain anywhere in your body.

Good. Do you feel better now?

Mark?

Like my body's gone somewhere.

Only my thoughts are still left here.

It's cold.

It's all right now.

You're just numb.

Unable to feel any physical pain, Mark.

Good.

I hurt so bad sometimes recently.

This feels good like this.

I feel better cold like this.

Mark, where do you go to school?

Fremont Junior High.

Do you like sports?

Yeah, especially swimming and baseball.

Who's your best friend, Mark?

You mean boy or girl?

Do you have a girlfriend, Mark?

Yeah.

Does your girlfriend come over to visit
your house?

Remain asleep.

No.

Nobody can come over anymore.

Mom is working.

Your mom is very busy, isn't she?

She closes all the doors up.

And works in there all night sometimes
too.

Have you ever seen her at work in the
study?

No.

Yes.

Tell me exactly what you saw, Mark.

I... I got out early after fifth period.

You're welcome to live here with me.

You can tell me so many things about
your world.

Why

did

you stay?

Why did you call to me?

How much you can help us learn.

So many things to teach us.

How did you learn to make these
beautiful vats?

Tell me.

Tell me how your people live.

Trust me.

You can share your secrets with me.

I want to learn everything about you and
your civilization.

We can use your knowledge.

I want to share all of it with my
people.

It can help so many.

Mark.

Close your eyes.

Listen to my voice.

Keep going.

Keep trying to remember.

When do you see your mother again?

I can't face her.

I'll run away somewhere.

But you have to come back sometime,
don't you?

Yes.

After school.

Tomorrow, maybe.

I want you to move ahead.

Move ahead.

To the time when you first return home.

Yeah.

I gotta plant the flowers Grandma gave
me or they'll die.

They're growing too big.

Where are you, Mark?

In the back.

The backyard of your home?

The garden.

She's coming home from the club.

I see her coming up the back steps.

Mark.

Mark, I'm talking to you.

Yes, Mother?

I didn't call the police last night
because I know that you're quite old

enough to take care of yourself.

Where did you sleep?

At Steve's.

Steve who?

Steve Randall.

You don't know him.

He's on my swim team.

I want his number.

I can't imagine anyone's mother letting
you spend the night without first

insisting you call home.

Mark, surely you remember our
understanding.

We've talked before about
responsibility, didn't we? I got off

early yesterday.

Oh, really?

What does that have to do with what
we're talking about?

Are you telling me that because you got
off early, you thought you could stay

overnight at a friend's house? I saw
you.

What?

I came right home at two o'clock.

I saw you in the study.

I heard everything you said in there.

I got scared.

At first, I couldn't believe what I
heard.

It's like a horror movie.

The ones that you don't like me to go
see.

Mark, let me explain. Mom, are you okay?

Do you feel okay?

I'm scared or all mixed up.

And I don't feel very good. Mark.

That's why I didn't come home.

I didn't know what to say to you.

I was scared.

I didn't sleep for thinking of you.

You talking to those, those things.

Mark.

Honey.

You're tired.

I'm sorry for what you've been through
lately.

I'm so sorry.

It's not what you think.

Let's get you up to your room to sleep
for a while.

Okay.

It's okay.

We'll talk after you take a nap.

I'll explain it all to you, okay?

Okay.

Get some sleep.

Talk later.

Mark?

Are you asleep now?

No.

I don't think so.

I feel strange.

My body's just lying there on the bed.

It seems to be dead or something.

I don't feel dead though.

My mind's still alive for sure.

My body.

On the bed.

It's moving.

Something's in the room moving it.

My body's sitting up.

It's alive, glowing, but I'm not inside
of it.

I know it's not me.

Kalukilana Palana.

Soprano.

Lancer.

Canoe of the Lord.

Canoe of the Lord.

I see my body still lying still on the
bed.

Are you sure I'm not dead?

I look dead.

The whole room's getting darker like a
cave.

It's getting stuffy.

Real uncomfortable.

I'm scared.

I've got to get out of here.

Getting up.

Kind of floating up.

But my body's still lying there.

I must be dead.

I gotta get out.

Are you okay?

Smile, Grandma.

I guess I'm wearing out my present the
first week, huh?

I love this camera.

Thanks again, Grandma.

Well, you're welcome again, honey.

You don't have to thank me every time
you take a picture.

Can you turn me around over that way? I
want to grab a picture of those rocks

from here.

Hey, there's Dr. Sills with the picnic
stuff.

Oh, I better go down and give her a
hand.

I'll be right back.

Here, let me help you with that.

How is Mark doing?

Oh, much better.

You were right about a day outdoors. He
just loves it here.

Nature is very therapeutic, Mrs.
Douglas, especially here in the desert.

Did you show Dr.

Sills your pictures, Mark?

Oh, no.

Well, what do you think?

They're wonderful pictures, Mark.

I think so, too.

Mark's a wonderful little photographer.

You know, I came across this fascinating
book.

I brought it along. I thought you might
enjoy hearing a little about the

prehistory of this region.

I think knowing something about the
history of the area you're visiting adds

a lot to any trip there.

Don't you, Alice?

Oh, yes.

That's why Harold and I always visit the
museums and any historical sites

whenever we travel.

It's very educational.

Mark, why don't you read this part for
us?

Oh, I don't read very well.

Why, now, that's not what Mrs. Simmons
says.

Go ahead, Mark.

Just read a few paragraphs for us.

Starting around 1400 A.D., the Hohokam
Indians... Is that how you say it? I

believe that tribe's name is pronounced
Hohokam. It doesn't matter, Mark. Go

ahead. The Hohokam Indians migrated
southward into a beautiful land of huge

granite boulders and eroded rock
formations.

Unlike their ancestors, the basket
makers, Not much is known today about

these ancient people due to the scarcity
of burial sites uncovered so far by

archaeologists. It appears that the
Hohokam Indians, unlike the basket

makers, did not often bury their dead in
the ground or unsheltered caves.

Instead, they practiced cremation,
presumably because of tribal beliefs

that a body must be burned to enable the
spirit of the deceased to ascend into

heaven.

What's wrong, Mark?

I don't want to read anymore.

Well, that's all right. Here.

I'll read a paragraph or two. No!

What's the matter, honey? Are you
feeling sick?

No.

Just a little tired.

Well, I'll just finish the page here.

Where did you read?

Oh, here.

Only a few burial sites have been
located, usually in caves or openings

underneath huge rocks.

Some archaeologists have theorized that
these unusual cave burials were a form

of punishment, a sort of purgatory, for
those unfortunate individuals who had

violated some sacred law of the tribe.

The late Dr.

Roland Williamson, who served 30 years
as curator of the Southwestern Museum in

Phoenix, once described how he believed
one of these ancient burials may have

appeared 500 years ago.

All of the tribal members and loved ones
would gather at dusk near the burial

site.

If the burial was to be a normal one,
logs were carried to the top of a nearby

rock outcropping.

The body of the deceased was then placed
on top of this funeral pile,

unclothed and unadorned, facing skyward,
precisely at sunset.

The pire was set ablaze.

The medicine man chanted his ancient
prayer to the gods of the hereafter.

As the smoke and ashes rose up, carrying
the spirits

of the departed into the heavens.

Kala.

Alma. What did you say, Mark?

Why, Doctor, he's soaking wet.

Do you have a fever, honey?

No.

I want to go home.

Now!

All right, honey.

Let's go.

I think it's too hot for him out here.

I'll start packing.

Doctor, I'm certain we left the scout
over there.

You see the tracks?

Yes, that's correct.

But there's one more thing I'd like Mark
to see.

But Mark's sick.

He needs to go home. Why, you saw how
feverish he was.

Excuse me. What Mark needs is to be

cured of his illness once and for all.

And you expect to cure him out here?

I hope to, yes.

How?

Doctor, I insist you tell me how you
intend to cure my grandson.

Mrs. Douglas, while Mark was under
hypnosis, he described to me in detail

an experience he'd had prior to his
mother's breakdown.

What kind of experience?

Because of your religious upbringing,
one you won't understand.

How do you know I won't understand?

All right.

Mark had what parapsychologists call an
out-of-the-body experience.

Of course, he didn't know what it was at
the time.

Like St. Paul?

What? St. Paul.

In 1 Corinthians, Paul described in a
letter to the church how his spirit

would leave his physical body for short
periods of time.

You mean you believe in astral travel?

Oh, I don't know what you doctors call
it, but there are many examples of

spiritual travels in the Bible. Why,
Paul spoke of it again in 1 Corinthians,

chapter 15.

Verse 35.

How are the dead raised up?

And with what body do they come?

There is a psychical and spiritual as
well as a physical body.

Yes, yes. And I believe now that Mark's
spiritual or astral body left him and

was replaced by that of another person.
Another person?

Who?

That's what we're going to find out.

Do you recognize this place, Mark?

What?

That looks like the cave in Ruth's book
where she discovered the mummies.

What do you think, Mark?

Does that look like the burial cave in
your mother's photograph?

I'll... Relax, Mark.

Relax for a moment.

Relax, Mark.

Think back, Mark.

Think back to what happened here 500
years ago.

Doctor, what you're saying is upsetting
him.

I'm not talking to Mark, Mrs. Douglas.

I'm talking to the person inside of
Mark's body.

The person who has been in control of
Mark's life for a year now.

The person who drove Mark's mother
insane.

The person that tried to kill you and
your husband.

He tried to destroy everyone close to
Mark to assure his secrecy.

Who are you?

Why have you taken control of my
grandson?

Where is Mark?

His spiritual body.

Where has he gone?

Dear God, I've come to you in prayer
many times

before.

Mostly when I needed something, I guess.

Forgive me for that.

Now, Lord, I need something more than
anything else in my whole life.

Please, God, release this person. Poor
soul from the body of Mark.

Forgive him and let him enter the
kingdom of heaven.

And please, give me back my grandson
again.

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