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(woman) Steve, let's go to bed.

Sleep down here if you want.

[screams]

I had been feeling off ever since we moved in.

[screams]

Steve?

(man) I could feel the hands on my back.

I had no explanation for it.

Ah!

[screams]

The missing body parts.

The bloody man we saw.

We didn't want to go back inside that night.

[gasps]

I was in severe pain.

Wake up. Wake up, Mariana. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

(woman) It felt like my insides were getting ripped out.

[gasps] Get me out of here.

I knew nothing would be the same after that.

[faint whispers]

[bell tolling]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[bell tolling]

[siren wailing]

[chuckles] Hey, easy, easy.

I live here too, remember?

Hey, do you mind if I close the window?

It's kind of cold in here.

I like it open.

Fine, then you got to keep me warm.

I met Mariana in a coffee shop two months earlier.

She was the one who asked me for my number,

and to be honest,

she'd been in the driver's seat ever since then.

Do you remember what I told you?

That you have really bad nightmares?

But hopefully not with you.

We went from being complete strangers to being

pretty much inseparable,

except there was one weird thing.

She wouldn't let me sleep over,

and she wouldn't sleep at my place either.

The first night we ever slept in the same bed

was that first night

in our new rental

across from the church.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[whimpers]

Hey. Hey, Mariana.

It's okay. I'm here. It's okay, Mariana.

Please, please, please, please.

Mariana, I'm here.

[snarling]

Mariana! Mariana, Wake up!

Mariana, wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!

[gasps]

[panting]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't think it would happen here with you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey, hey.

What were you dreaming?

I don't remember.

She was obviously lying, and I didn't know why.

All I knew was

she wasn't exaggerating about those night terrors.

It freaked me out, but I tried to let it go.

I guess I figured if I asked too many questions,

she'd just leave me.

[bell tolls]

[Darren groans]

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Sorry.

The rental listing never mentioned any loud bells.

Yeah, why would they?

- You closed the window? - No, no.

It must have slid down on its own.

Guess we won't be sleeping in on Sundays.

I don't think it closed on its own.

Must have been the Tooth Fairy.

I'm awake at 7:00 a.m. on a Sunday.

I'll get coffee.

[bell tolling]

[knock on door]

- Hi. - Hi, I'm Father Riley.

I saw the moving trucks here a few days ago,

and I wanted to come by and greet the new neighbors.

Oh, yeah, from the church across the street.

Yeah. St. Mary's, that's me.

Yeah, great. Thanks for coming by.

My girlfriend, Mariana, she's upstairs taking a shower.

Well, come by anytime.

Okay.

[glass shatters]

Is everything okay here?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

As I said, come by anytime.

We just moved in and unpacked in a hurry,

so I figured one of us set the vase out

too close to the edge of the shelf.

No big deal,

but the way that priest reacted to it--I don't know.

It was like there was more to it.

You picked a great neighborhood.

Yeah.

I didn't know you had a thing for graveyards, though.

Hey, at least the neighbors are quiet.

When we first started dating, things with Mariana were great.

She was gorgeous, smart, fun,

and pretty much way out of my league.

It was her idea to move in together

after we had only been dating for two months.

[bell tolling]

That's when she found the house.

It seemed too good to be true.

Cool.

Think this one says 1870.

The biggest issue was that ever since we moved in together,

Mariana seemed really distant.

Want to go meet him?

[indistinct chatter]

Babe.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, come on.

- What's--what's going on? - [deep voice] Let go!

I'm just not in a social mood.

I'm too tired.

Next time.

Her voice, it sounded like it wasn't hers.

I figured I heard it wrong and let it go,

and, um...

there were more important things for us to talk about.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Do you want to talk?

About what?

We haven't known each other very long.

Maybe this move is a little soon.

You don't seem very happy.

I want to be here, and I want you here with me.

I need you here.

So everything is the same?

Yeah.

I'm sorry if I've been...off.

[slam]

[siren wailing]

Mariana?

Babe?

Mariana, what are you doing?

Mariana?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[creaking]

[gasps]

What's going on?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[deep voice] No!

[shouts]

[grunts]

Do you remember what I told you?

That you have really bad nightmares?

But hopefully not with you.

- [snarling] - Mariana, wake up!

Mariana, wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

[gasps]

(Mariana) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Mariana, what are you doing?

Mariana?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[creaking]

[gasps]

[bell tolls]

What's going on?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[deep voice] No!

[shouts]

[grunts]

I was pushed from behind.

I could feel the hands on my back.

I had no explanation for it.

Mariana was standing at the bottom of the steps

the entire time.

You don't think we should go to the hospital?

I'm sore, but I'll be okay.

Why did you scream "no" before I fell?

I don't know. I think I was half asleep.

What were you doing downstairs?

I don't remember.

Do you-- do you sleepwalk sometimes?

It's happened before.

Nothing serious.

I just wake up sometimes in another room,

and I don't know how I got there.

Why didn't you tell me this?

Do I know everything about you?

I woke up when you closed the bedroom window.

Why'd you do that?

Take these.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

You want some more soup?

I'm okay now. Thanks.

[bell tolling]

Babe?

Your foot.

Hey.

Hey, you're-- you're freaking me out.

[deep voice] This won't work.

[breathing heavily]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

What's the last thing you remember?

Grabbing the bowl.

How long did it last?

Just a few seconds.

What happened?

- I don't know. - Look, you know me.

You know I don't believe in spirits or angels or any of it,

but this has happened a couple times since we moved here.

I think--I think I was pushed down those steps.

It's got something to do with the church or the graveyard.

Darren, that's--

[shouts]

What?

Darren, what?

There's something wrong with this house.

(Darren) I was desperate and confused.

I spent a few hours that night

searching the Internet looking for some kind of answer.

I was raised atheist,

taught only to believe what I could see.

It was actually one of the big things Mariana and I

connected on because she was brought up the same way.

But everything I came across pointed

to something paranormal.

I want to go back inside, please.

Just give me a minute, okay?

(Darren) And with a graveyard right across the street,

maybe whatever was causing it was related to that.

What are we looking for?

I can't believe I'm gonna say this,

but look, I think something out here is affecting you, us.

If that website's correct,

all I need to do is tell the spirit to leave us alone.

(Mariana) Darren, I really--

Whoever you are, we want you to leave us alone!

You are not welcome in our house!

That was ridiculous.

[whispering indistinctly]

[snarls]

Babe.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, come on.

- What's--what's going on? - [deep voice] Let go!

(Darren) Mariana?

What's going on?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[deep voice] No!

[shouts]

[grunts]

You are not welcome in our house!

That was ridiculous.

[whispering indistinctly]

[snarling]

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

Did it happen again?

I was still pretty skeptical about all

of this being paranormal,

but after everything Mariana had been through,

I had to consider all of the possibilities.

It's not, like, 100% consistent with a haunting.

As if any of this stuff could be black and white.

Maybe it's not too late for us to get out of the lease.

It won't help.

It's not a ghost, and it's not the graveyard.

How do you know?

[sighs]

Because this has been happening to me for years.

It started with dreams when I was a little girl.

It would only happen at night.

My parents thought they were night terrors,

so they put me in counseling.

When that didn't help, they put me on medication.

It's been with me for 15 years.

I thought living next to the church would help.

I thought it would help living with you.

(Darren) She asked her parents to take her to a priest,

but they wouldn't do it.

She said they were just embarrassed

by what she was going through,

so as angry as I was with Mariana,

I also felt bad for her.

I told her I'd stay with her that night...

[bell tolls]

And we could figure out what to do next in the morning.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[snarls]

Ah!

[indistinct snarling]

[chimes clink]

[indistinct snarling]

- In the name of the Lord-- - [snarls]

[shattering] - [gasps]

[snarling]

Holy Ghost commands you to leave this child of God.

Back to the depths of Hell from Heaven...

[snarling]

And Earth command you.

[demonic laugh]

Exit this child of God!

[Mariana screams]

[bell tolls]

(Darren) For 15 years Mariana had been dealing with a nightmare

I can't even imagine.

Everything I ever believed in

or didn't believe in

changed that night.

I don't know exactly what I witnessed,

but I know whatever it was,

it was finally gone.

I knew nothing would be the same after that,

and I knew I was right from the very beginning.

It was too good to be true.

My husband Steve and I

had been looking at houses on the weekends for four years.

When we finally found the dream house we wanted,

one we could afford,

it was a probate sale.

The last owner had died with no family.

A lot of his stuff was still in the house.

The house was old but had so much potential.

We wanted to make it our own slowly over time,

but I had been feeling off ever since we moved in--

strange pains in my stomach and headaches.

[exhales]

Oh, my God.

I had been out in the hot sun for hours,

so I told myself it was my eyes playing tricks on me.

It's probably just heat exhaustion.

I don't know, it's never happened before.

You want to go see a doctor?

No. I'm sure I'm fine.

(Steve) Christy was preparing for a big presentation at work.

I figured the stress from that

and the move probably had a lot to do with what happened.

(Christy) So what we need to determine is simple.

Does the current rate of population growth

indicate a future gap in supply and demand,

or is there still room for more new con--

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

It was red.

I thought it was blood, but it must have been paint.

Maybe a can up in the attic toppled over?

I'm just saying, if a paint can spilled in the attic

and it dripped down into this room,

there would still be paint on the cei--

You know what?

I'll check it out.

♪ ♪

(Steve) The attic was filled with junk from the last owner.

We hadn't had a chance to go through any of it yet,

but I definitely didn't see any open paint cans.

See anything?

No. Sorry.

[floorboard creaking]

[man shouts]

(Steve) It sounded like a man's voice yelling in my ear.

Right in my ear.

Where's the paint?

Steve?

[crack]

[screams]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[footsteps]

[floorboard creaking]

[man shouts]

♪ ♪

- Steve? - [groans]

[panting]

[crack]

[screams]

Steve?

Steve, what happened?

My--my--my leg just-- I-I-I don't know.

My--my leg just--

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm okay.

Did you-- did you hear anything?

Besides you screaming?

Come on.

♪ ♪

(Steve) It was exactly what Christy had described with her fingers

earlier that day.

I looked down, and my leg was just gone.

[indistinct TV chatter]

Steve.

Let's go to bed.

Babe, come on.

Stop.

- Okay. [TV turns off]

Sleep down here if you want.

- [gasps] - What?

There was a face.

A man's face on the TV.

There are lots of men's faces on the TV

every time we turn it on.

No, when it was off.

I think we both knew there was something going on

that we couldn't explain,

but I also think

we were too scared to admit it to each other.

Maybe, like, if we both said it, it would make it real.

[typing]

The next morning I went to work and made my presentation.

It went great.

I felt great.

No headaches.

No stomach pains.

No hallucinations.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Oh, my God. Steve!

Steve! Steve!

What?

My--

My hands.

I-I-I honestly-- I don't know what's happening.

Maybe--maybe we should go to the doctor tomorrow.

Okay. I'll take you.

Okay.

(Christy) I hadn't had a single hallucination

while I was away at work...

- You need a drink? - Yeah, okay.

(Christy) But as soon as I got home...

Thank you.

(Christy) It started again.

It made me wonder if something in the house was making me sick.

Steve said we should just relax for the night,

try to get my mind off of everything.

(woman on TV) Guess I'll have a beer, then.

(man on TV) Good choice.

I think I'm gonna go up to b--

[gasps]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

♪ ♪

Get away from the window.

[phone line rings]

(dispatcher) 911. What's your emergency?

(Christy) It looked like the man I'd seen in the TV screen

the night before...

Where is he?

Except now, Steve and I both saw him.

[police radio chatter]

Well, there's no sign of forced entry anywhere,

and you said you saw a lot of blood...

Yes.

And there's not any now anywhere in the house.

Our guys swept with a black light every room.

That makes sure that no one cleaned anything up,

so I don't know what you saw,

but we did find this.

(Steve) The cop insinuated that we were drunk

and somehow made the whole thing up.

Splitting a bottle of wine doesn't make you imagine

a bloody man in your house,

and we both saw it.

We didn't want to go back inside that night,

so we went to a cheap hotel.

We stayed a couple nights,

but I knew we couldn't stay there forever.

It's been two nights.

We're gonna have to go back sooner or later.

I told you I can't talk about this.

We just bought the house.

If we sell it now, we'll get killed on commissions.

6%, that's 30 grand we'd lose overnight.

Look, we'll get an alarm. We'll keep it locked up.

It was probably just some vagrant.

Christy.

Steve, the minute we moved into that house,

weird things started happening,

like in the attic with your foot.

What was that?

There's something going on in that house.

(Christy) Steve knew that I was right,

but he wasn't ready to give up on the house.

He got his cousin Mitchell to go back with him.

I don't think he really even knew what he was looking for.

(Mitchell) So what exactly are we looking for again?

Some big shirtless man covered in blood?

(Steve) I'm telling you I saw him.

(Mitchell) I'm telling you, you imagined it.

Christy's all worked up.

You're watching a movie, and it's dark, and...

Okay, but what about if just for a second...

- You scared each other. - You could keep an open mind?

[shouts]

- Guess I'll have a beer, then. - Good choice.

(man on TV) Yeah, sorry. I just moved in.

I think I'm gonna go up to b--

[gasps]

[door creaks open]

(Mitchell) So what exactly are we looking for again?

Some big shirtless man covered in blood?

(Steve) I'm telling you I saw him.

(Mitchell) I'm telling you, you imagined it.

Christy's all worked up, you're watching a movie,

and it's dark, and...

(Steve) Okay, but what about if just for a second...

- You scared each other. - You could keep an open mind?

[shouts]

What is it?

Bunch of old jazz records.

That's all.

So that's all the boxes.

Yup. Why don't you pop open that trunk?

[suspenseful music]

[chuckles]

[clears throat]

[grunting]

[exhales]

What is it?

Just books.

There's something weird about those.

(Steve) Two really old books locked up inside a big trunk.

Nothing else.

Something seemed off.

This is--I don't know what this is.

It's in another language.

This one too. I think it's German.

"Kay--kanni--kannibale."

K-A-N-N-I-B-A-L-E.

It's in here all over the place.

Same.

What the hell is this?

Ross.

Didn't he study abroad in Germany?

(Steve) Our friend Ross was a history professor.

Let's go.

(Steve) We grew up with him, and he was the smartest guy we knew.

I grabbed one of the books, and we drove over to his place.

[Christy sighs]

Steve had been gone for over two hours.

[sighs]

I asked him to call me once they were inside the house,

and of course, no phone call.

[phone vibrates]

[sighs]

Steve.

What does it mean?

Well, "kannibale" means "cannibal."

This--this is a confession.

What do you mean?

This guy, he's confessing to killing a woman

and eating her.

Suddenly it was all starting to make sense--

the missing body parts, the bloody man we saw.

Maybe the guy who wrote those books--

maybe he was the reason we were seeing all those things.

Steve?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[creaking]

[footsteps]

There you are.

[door slams]

I can't believe this.

You, my friends, have hit the jackpot.

This is a skin book.

This is not leather.

This is human.

[typing]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Oh, my God. Steve!

(woman on TV) Guess I'll have a beer, then.

(man on TV) Good choice.

Yeah, sorry. I just moved in.

I think I'm gonna go up to b--

[gasps]

(Ross) You, my friends, have hit the jackpot.

This is a skin book.

This is not leather.

This is human.

Say that again?

These are really big collector's items.

Like, really old.

Like, from the Victorian era.

What are they?

Criminals would write down their crimes,

and after they were executed,

their confessions were bound in the prisoner's own skin

and given to the victims' families.

Gross.

How much is it worth?

I mean, honestly, at auction, tens of thousands easily.

We got to go.

Steve?

[creaking]

Steve, this isn't funny.

[sighs]

[thumping]

Steve?

Please just say something.

Please.

I wanted to run out of there,

but I heard a man somewhere inside,

and I thought it might be Steve hurt.

[panting]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[man grunting]

[gasps]

[screams]

I mean, we both found them,

so we should be splitting the money, right?

Forget the money. I'm getting the other book,

and I'm setting them both on fire.

[Christy screaming]

Christy?

[panting]

Christy.

What happened?

Get me out of here.

(Christy) I was in severe pain.

It felt like my insides were getting ripped out.

I--it was just the worst pain you could ever imagine.

We found these--these books in the attic...

(Steve) I told Christy everything I knew about the books

knowing that she would probably want to move out of the house

right away,

but she surprised me and started talking about spirits.

They're not attached to the house.

They're attached to the books.

They're bound with their skin.

I mean, we have to get rid of them.

We took the books to the dump on the other side of town

and burned them.

Mitchell thought we were crazy.

He said to just give them to him and he'd sell them,

but there was no way

I was passing them on to someone else

for any amount of money.

(Christy) We never found out

who they belonged to or why they were in our attic.

We just couldn't understand why anyone

would want to keep something so dark and twisted,

and we knew the world was a lot better off without them.