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(waves and thunder roaring)

(brooding music)

- [Narrator] In the quiet industrial town

of Fall River, Massachusetts,

a crime took place that would echo through history.

Inside a modest house on Second Street,

businessman Andrew Borden and his wife,

Abby Borden, were found brutally murdered.

Their skulls had been shattered

by repeated blows from a hatchet.

The savagery of the attack shocked the town,

but what terrified them more was who might have done it.

Only one person was believed to be

inside the house at the time of the murders,

Andrew's youngest daughter, Lizzie Borden.

(blade rasping)

Lizzie claims she had heard nothing, seen nothing,

yet the killings happened only rooms away.

Rumors quickly spread through Fall River.

Some believed Lizzie had simply snapped.

Others whispered darker possibilities,

that something unnatural had taken hold of her,

that something inside the house had answered her anger.

In 1893, Lizzie Borden stood trial for the murders.

The case captivated the nation,

but despite suspicion, fear, and mounting speculation,

the jury returned a verdict of not guilty.

Lizzie Borden walked free.

Over a century has passed since the murders

in Lizzie Borden's house.

The house has become a place of curiosity,

a destination for those fascinated by the legend.

But some believe the truth was never buried,

that something was awakened in that house in 1892,

and some things never go back to sleep.

(blade rasping) (brooding music continues)

- [Ellie] Lizzie Borden, (wind howling)

I call to you.

(door clattering)

- [Mother] Weren't you going out

with friends tonight, Ellie?

- Like, I have friends. Mom,

- [Mother] I, I thought I heard you talking to someone.

- I am. I will be.

(door clattering)

Dumb bitch. (brooding music continues)

(match cracks) (fire hissing)

If you hadn't scared off dad with all your boyfriends,

then I would actually have some friends of my own.

(Ellie exhales)

Okay.

One last time. (brooding music continues)

If you're real, if you're listening,

come through

Lizzie Borden, I call to you.

People think they know you. They don't.

They think you are a monster or a joke.

But if you were like me, if you were angry,

and trapped, and misunderstood, show me.

I want to know you.

My name's Elizabeth, too.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I think

I feel the same things you did.

(hands rasping)

(planchette rasping)

(air whooshing) (planchette rasping)

L-I.

Z-Z.

I.

(board creaking)

E.

(Ellie breathing heavily)

Shit, is it,

is it really you? (brooding music continues)

(entity exhaling)

(air whooshing) (brooding music continues)

(hatchet thuds) (Ellie gasps)

What do you want?

(water sloshing) (brooding music continues)

Lizzie, I can feel you.

Come through.

(air whooshing)

(wind howling) (brooding music continues)

(item thudding)

- Ellie?

Ellie?

Ellie?

(mother screaming)

(hatchet thudding) (blood squelching)

(brooding music continues)

(wind howling) (pensive music)

(Ellie speaking faintly)

(insects chirping) (brooding music)

(gravel crunching)

(engine humming)

(door clattering and rasping)

(feet shuffling)

(door rasping and clattering)

- Have a good day, ma'am.

- Nigel, how lovely to hear your dulcet tone.

(engine humming)

- [Nigel] You said linen, okay?

How's the new American husband?

- Oh, the sex is great, but he likes watching

car racing on telly.

What can you do? How's your British husband?

- [Nigel] Oh, grand.

We're buying a place in Spain to holiday in.

If we were still working together, you could go in on it.

- The price of love.

- [Nigel] Danielle, the buyers are on route.

- Lovely, the movers are here and gone.

They're as excited as I am.

- [Nigel] They are, but I am less so.

I have a cousin around the Boston area,

and he says this place is on the old Lizzie Borden property

where all that hatchet business went down.

- Nigel, this is, uh, Lizzie Borden adjacent,

land they used to own but a different house entirely,

probably. - Adjacent?

Don't screw me on this one, Danielle.

I don't think my clients want surprises,

and you definitely didn't disclose this.

- Oh, one sec, my, uh, ambiance specialist has arrived.

Ashley, over here.

(gravel crunching)

Go in and get started, clean to the bones.

It needs to smell less like 1892 and more citrus.

- Copy that.

- Nigel, you're talking like some misanthrope.

Think like an American, sir.

This isn't a liability. It's a brand.

(air whooshing)

(latch clicking) (brooding music)

(door clattering)

(switches clicking)

(feet shuffling)

(hand rasping)

- Could be worse.

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

(item clattering)

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

(item clanking)

(door creaking)

(door clattering)

Asbestos.

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

(brooding music continues)

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

(brooding music continues)

(entity vocalizing) (brooding music continues)

(entity exhaling)

(Ashley screaming)

(blood splatting) (Ashley continues screaming)

(hatchet thudding) (Ashley continues screaming)

(hatchet continues thudding) (Ashley continues screaming)

(brooding music continues)

(wind howling)

(lips smacking)

(hatchet rasping)

(blood pattering)

- Well, now we've completed, we'll do a final cleanup,

and I'll ask my girl to put the key in the mailbox.

It's a nice quiet street, so no worries about-

(Ashley screaming)

- [Nigel] Danielle?

- Hold on.

(feet shuffling)

Let me check on my cleaner.

I'll call you back.

(latch clicking) (brooding music)

(footsteps plodding)

Ashley, sweetheart.

Progress update.

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

If you're stuck behind a piece of furniture, knock twice.

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

Ashley.

Ashley, are you up there?

I'm not wearing the shoes to climb a ladder, love.

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

(entity hissing) (Danielle screaming)

(entity laughing)

(brooding music)

(item clattering)

(latch clicking)

(wind rustling)

(wheels rasping) (brooding music)

(door clattering)

(gravel crunching)

(door clattering) (gravel continues crunching)

- Well, there she is then.

Oh, she has bones.

What do you think, love?

- It's a house.

- A new place, it's a fresh start.

(latch clicking) (brooding music)

(footsteps plodding)

- The movers got here ahead of us.

It's a start.

- Right, who wants the grand tour then?

- Which one's my room? - Oh, any you want.

Think there's four, right?

- Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a yard,

and all for less than our London rent.

It's practically criminal.

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

(eerie music)

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music resumes)

- I'll take this one.

(Glenn sighs)

- Hopefully, America is kinder to us than our daughter is.

(footsteps plodding)

(door clattering)

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

(bag rustling) (upbeat music)

(wind howling)

(eerie music)

(bedding rustling)

(head thuds) (eerie music continues)

(crickets chirping)

- [Poppy] Isn't it, like, so weird

that you are five hours in the past?

- Yeah, well, I actually feel like I'm in the past.

- [Poppy] Well, I've kept doing a deep dive

since you've gone.

- Why? I'm already stuck here.

- [Poppy] Did you read the bit about the house maid,

Bridgette?

There's lesbian undertones there.

- Poppy, just because you're a lesbian doesn't mean

everything has lesbian undertones.

- [Poppy] You'd be surprised, Ivy.

- Yeah, okay, whatever.

- [Poppy] And how are you feeling?

Did you speak to the therapist about your dreams?

Didn't she say they'd fade?

- Yeah, well, she also said

that moving across continents would make them fade,

but that really hasn't worked, has it?

- [Poppy] And you're on a piece

of the old Borden land as well.

(ominous music)

- What? - Yeah.

You know the previous girl and her parents disappeared,

right?

- To our first night in America, a new project.

(glasses clinking) - A fresh start.

- To Lizzie Borden.

(glasses clinking) (crickets chirping)

(dishes clanking)

(water sloshing)

- So where did that Lizzie Borden reference come from?

- You and Dad didn't even Google this place

before you bought it, did you?

This is the town where Lizzie Borden murdered both

of her parents with an ax, like, 100 years ago,

and nothing interesting has happened since.

- We were thinking more old-fashioned New England Americana,

not century-old ax murders.

Besides, that was probably nowhere near here.

- Probably. (sighs)

- You're not interested

in this Lizzie Borden thing, are you?

- No.

(headphones clanking)

I'm not really interested in dead parents.

A dead sister is enough.

- Ivy, we've just arrived here. Come on.

We've put everything into this.

We've given our-

- I never asked you to put everything into this.

I never asked you to do any of this.

You and Dad might be able to pretend that everything's okay,

but we all know that it's bullshit.

She died, okay?

So I'm sorry that I'm not capable of smiling

and pretending that everything's perfect.

You're the ones who dragged us

halfway across the fucking world.

- Oh, come on, Ivy.

Come on. Be reasonable.

- Whatever.

(door slamming)

(Nicola sighs) (crickets chirping)

(eerie music)

(door creaking) (brooding music)

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

(door creaking)

(switch clicks)

(light buzzing)

(water sloshing) (brooding music continues)

(ominous music)

Oh! - Oh, sorry, love.

Didn't need to startle.

What are you doing up? Is everything okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

I, I just, like, I thought I heard something up there.

- Well, old houses, they make noise.

They settle.

It's just wind through the eaves.

- Yeah, well, strong wind.

- I don't know. Maybe we've got a raccoon up there.

I'll call someone in the morning.

- Yeah, a raccoon wearing Doc Martens maybe.

(Ivy exhales)

(bedding rustling)

(item thudding)

Dad.

(latch clicking)

(people chattering indistinctly)

(eerie music)

(door creaking)

(wind howling) (ominous music)

(door creaking)

- [Person] Hi.

Hi.

(eerie music)

Hi. (eerie music continues)

- Mom?

(people chattering indistinctly)

Dad?

(people chattering indistinctly)

(brooding music)

(people chattering indistinctly)

- First night in America.

(glasses clinking) (brooding music continues)

- To Lizzie Borden.

(glasses clinking) (brooding music continues)

(dramatic music)

(blade rasping)

No, no!

(hatchet whooshing) (Ivy gasping)

(blade rasping)

No! (dramatic music continues)

(blade rasping) (head thuds)

No! (gasping)

(eerie music)

Mom! (gasping)

Oh, God, this place sucks.

(Ivy breathing heavily)

(dishes clanking)

- [Nicola] Morning, love.

- Well, fresh American air is doing you some good.

- No reason why I can't make a hearty English breakfast.

(dish clanking)

- Fresh air, fresh start, fresh everything.

- Glenn, don't start promising the moon again.

- I'm not promising the moon.

I'm promising restorations and renovations,

which I'm gonna actually deliver.

- I'm gonna go eat in my room.

- I'll register you for school today.

(door clattering)

- This could be our moving on.

My design work, your decorating skills,

we could end up with a B&B for the rest of our lives,

no more moving around. (pensive music)

- (laughs) Oh, God.

We're gonna become those people,

uh, the dotty old British couple with an inn.

- And those people make good money.

- Ivy doesn't need money. She, she needs calm.

She, she needs a school where she isn't shoved in a locker

for wearing her own style.

And she, she needs space to cope with Lily's passing.

- And she will get it here. She will.

We're giving her safety

and a place where she doesn't have to fight to be seen

and heard like she did before.

- Do you think she's lonely without Lily?

- I think she's bruised. There's a difference.

As twins, they were very connected.

(Glenn sighs)

But we're here now. Things will settle.

This is it, a new beginning,

a simpler life.

(hands smacking)

Anyway, I need to call the exterminator

and find the breaker box, and a hammer,

and the will to live through this shit life.

(Nicola laughs)

I need to meet contractors across town.

I don't remember now.

Okay, yeah, I've got the electrician 10:00,

the plumber 11:00, and if the stars align

and nobody ghosts me, we'll be on schedule.

- Yeah, I've got the school to register Ivy with

and some shopping to do.

Should I take her with me?

- She's probably gone back to bed.

- Mm-hmm. - Just leave her

for a few hours. - Okay.

- Yep.

(lips smacking)

(footsteps plodding)

(engine humming)

(gravel crunching)

(emergency brake clattering)

- Yeah, a guy bought up some of the old Borden property.

Sounds like a British dude. (laughs)

(door clattering) (wind howling)

Said there's something in the attic.

Yeah, the place has been empty long enough.

It's probably rodents.

(door rasping and clattering)

I just hope they're not carrying any axes. (laughs)

Okay, babe.

I'll be home for lunchtime. (upbeat music)

(hand knocking)

(door creaking) (brooding music)

Hey, it's Joseph, your rodents guy.

Hello?

Hello? (brooding music continues)

Hello.

Okay, (sighs) I'll just get on with my work.

(door squeaking and clattering)

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

(item thudding)

Okay, there you go.

(footsteps plodding)

(toolbox thuds)

(button clicks) (wind howling)

(footsteps plodding) (wind continues howling)

(wind continues howling) (brooding music continues)

(feet shuffling) (brooding music continues)

(dramatic music)

(Lizzie screaming)

(door clattering)

- They got the blueprints from the (indistinct).

They got the blueprints.

- Dad. - Come see.

(footsteps plodding)

- [Ivy] Who are you, dream girl?

(container clattering)

(paper rustling)

(marker rasping)

(paper rustling)

(marker rasping)

- They're all there.

(marker rasping and squeaking)

(gravel crunching)

(wind howling) (brooding music)

- Oh, uh, I didn't see you standing there.

- I was just about to knock.

Are you the owner?

'Tis a fine house you bought.

- Uh, are you a neighbor?

- Oh, yes, I'm from very close by.

I'm Bridgette, Bridgette Sullivan.

- Nicola.

- House has been empty a while.

It's nice to have fresh blood.

- We're excited to get started.

- I wondered if perhaps a new family might need a hand.

- Well, we, we just moved in yesterday actually,

and we're trying to get our feet under us.

Just not sure what we need yet.

- Well then, I'd imagine a bit of everything,

which is what I've done around town

since the textile mills aren't hiring like they were.

I have references as well.

Would you just want to try me for a few days,

see how it goes?

You'll need someone that has respect for this old girl.

- Will you come back again tomorrow,

and we can just give it a go just until we get organized?

- Indeed.

(feet shuffling) (wind continues howling)

- If you, uh, just come in for a moment, I can introduce...

(eerie music)

(door clattering)

Glenn, Ivy, could use a hand.

(item thudding) (eerie music)

Bridgette.

What the hell? (eerie music continues)

(marker rasping)

Someone left a gift.

(hatchet thuds) (eerie music)

Glenn, what are you doing?

(marker thuds)

- I got the blueprints.

They were really hard to trace down, but I got them.

It seems that this house was carved out

and sold from a much larger parcel

that were all owned by one family.

- What family was that?

- They were called the Bordens.

- Not the Lizzie Borden family?

- Oh, come on.

Surely, you don't think there's only one Borden family

in the whole state.

At any rate, I found this plot that was carved out

of it and the plans for the house.

And finally, I can see the bones.

I can see everything.

- Well, that explains this. Do you see that, Glenn?

Someone left a fucking ax on the porch.

- Oh, come on. It's just a prank.

- Is this our life now?

- I am trying to change our lives,

move on from architecture to restoration.

I really hoped you would see that.

- There are groceries in the foyer if you'll bring them in.

Got a dinner to make.

(utensils clinking) (crickets chirping)

- Well, I think more contractors in the morning.

Didn't really like the ones today.

- [Nicola] Mm.

- Have to respect the house.

Everything we do here matters.

Oh, yes, I forgot.

The historical society wants me to drop by.

I'm gonna finally learn about this house

and the land that it sits on.

- The land?

- Yes, darling, you know, the roots of the soil.

- Dad, what are you talking about?

- Oh, you know how your dad gets about new projects.

(utensils clinking)

(brooding music)

(blade rasping) (person screaming)

(crickets chirping)

(Ivy gasping) (eerie music)

(hatchet thuds) (eerie music continues)

(floor creaking) (brooding music)

(footsteps plodding)

(door squeaking) (brooding music continues)

(brooding music continues)

- Please, please, please.

Help me, help me, help.

(Ivy screaming) (dramatic music)

(Ivy gasping) (crickets chirping)

(water sloshing)

(brooding music)

(Ivy screaming) (dramatic music)

(Ivy gasping)

(feet pattering)

- Breakfast is ready. It's the first day of school.

(Ivy breathing heavily)

(wind howling) (door clattering)

(gravel crunching)

(wind howling) (pensive music)

- Hey, you the new witch in the coven?

(gravel crunching)

(pensive music)

(students chattering indistinctly)

(upbeat music)

- My God. - Is that a new girl?

- [Student] Yeah, I think she just moved

into the Lizzie Borden house.

- [Student] Oh.

- [Students] What a freak.

(upbeat music continues)

(footsteps plodding)

- Warm tones, break it up with a runner.

(eerie music)

(footsteps plodding)

(door clattering)

Well, has to go sometime.

(paper rasping)

(brooding music)

What the?

(paper rasping)

What in God's name?

(paper rasping)

(container clattering)

(brooding music)

(Nicola exhales)

(hand knocking) (brooding music continues)

- Morning, ma'am.

You said come back today.

- Right, right, I didn't hear you come up the path.

Do come in.

(door clattering)

- It's a grand old place, isn't it?

You look white as chalk, ma'am.

You feeling all right?

- I, I'm just realizing that what the estate agent showed us

and what we've got are two separate things, if I'm honest.

- Why, happens often with these old New England houses.

Folks cover things up in the photos.

- It's to expected, but it's one thing to be here, isn't it?

- Oh, to be sure.

Starting upstairs today, are we?

- What?

- The upstairs bedroom?

- Oh, yeah, that's a good idea, cheers.

(footsteps plodding) (pensive music)

(footsteps continue plodding) (brooding music)

I haven't had the nerve to tackle that one yet.

- Just as well.

We should be leaving that for last.

(door clattering)

(hand rasping)

Start with this wee space then,

not take on too much at once?

- Yeah, one step at a time.

(footsteps plodding)

- So I'll bring these and come back after I've had tea.

- Well, why don't you stay, and I'll, I'll make you some.

Where are you from, Bridgette?

- Just on the corner, ma'am.

- No, I mean, where are you from originally?

- Oh, Galway, but this land is my home now.

I've been stuck here far too long.

Have to mend what was broke. (brooding music)

I'll be back in a bit.

- See you later then.

(students chattering indistinctly)

- See what she's wearing? - Oh, my God.

(paper thuds)

(students laughing)

(students chattering indistinctly)

(Nicola humming) (brooding music)

(mug thuds)

(body thudding)

(tone blaring) (brooding music continues)

- There she is.

- Felt, felt warm, dizzy.

- Moving to a new place takes a lot outta you.

- Oh, just a hot flash.

- Now let me help you down these stairs,

and we can have a proper sit-down.

- Just a hot flash, jet lag.

(brooding music)

- There you go.

(Nicola exhales)

- Perimenopause is a bitch, Bridgette.

- Well, I don't know about all of that,

but I do know the benefit of a good cold compress

to the forehead. (pensive music)

(Nicola exhales)

- [Bridgette] Lizzie Borden took an ax

and gave her mother-

- Bridgette? - 40 whacks.

When she saw- - Bridgette?

- [Bridgette] what she had done,

she gave her father 41.

- Bridgette? (brooding music)

(latch clicking)

Oh, I thought you were Bridgette.

- Who's Bridgette?

(footsteps plodding)

(door clattering)

(switch clicks)

(kettle humming)

(mug thuds)

(door clattering)

(paper rustling)

(brooding music)

(paper rustling) (brooding music continues)

(lid thuds)

(students chattering indistinctly)

(bag thuds)

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music)

(pencil rasping) (brooding music continues)

(brooding music continues)

(students chattering indistinctly)

(brooding music)

(door clattering)

(pan rasping)

(hand thudding)

(pensive music) (hand continues thudding)

(door clattering)

(frame clattering)

Got these out of there. Still showing interest?

Hmm.

(hand thudding) That's what I thought.

- How did it go with the contractors?

- There's is a circle staircase here, I'd wager.

(paper rustling)

Where's the ax gone?

- What do you want with that old ax?

(door clattering)

- What's with all the bins outside?

- Oh, I, uh, cleared out the wallpaper

in one of the rooms today.

- Oh, darling, we're still living out of boxes.

- Oh, I felt properly sick when I was done.

I won't be starting another room soon,

believe me. - Oh, come on.

What do you mean sick?

Well, there, I mean, there could have been mold out there.

Anything else we've not mitigated for.

- It's the least of our worries, don't you think?

- You all right, Mom?

- Let's do takeaway tonight. (paper rustling)

(brooding music)

- Hey, guys, welcome to the live. Like and subscribe.

Tonight, we are at the Lizzie Borden house.

(gravel crunching) (brooding music continues)

Tonight, we have the prank of all pranks.

Let's get into it.

For if you want a little head.

(ax thuds)

We make this outta three things,

corn syrup, chocolate syrup, and corn starch.

I'm not sure why they use corn starch, but whatever.

This stuff actually smells pretty good.

I wonder how old their daughter is.

That's how we do it in Lizzie Town, baby.

(brooding music continues)

Is that...

Is that, is that...

(entity inhales)

(prankster gasping) (brooding music continues)

What the, I'm not gonna prank them now.

I can go. It's fine.

It was just a prank. Don't you...

Shit.

(entity screaming) (hatchet thudding)

No, no, please, help, help, help!

(prankster screaming) (brooding music continues)

(hatchet thuds)

- I cleared that mess from that prank.

(measuring tape rasping) (brooding music)

(pencil rasping)

(item thudding) (brooding music continues)

(bedding rustling)

- So you cleaned it up then?

- What's that? - The mess outside.

- Don't worry about it.

It's not real blood. Smelled like sugar.

You know, despite a few little pranks,

I think the locals were thrilled we moved in.

You know, when we first walked in here,

I felt something.

Potential.

Oh, I know how that sounds.

It's like, it's like this house was waiting, wasn't it?

We need a new project, Nic, a fresh purpose for us all.

I think this house has given us that.

I can see the bones of the project.

Do you know what I mean when I say

I can see the bones of the project?

- Yes, afraid I do. (eerie music)

(switch clicks) (bedding rustling)

(brooding music)

(entity bellowing)

(item thudding)

(latch clicking) (brooding music continues)

- Don't.

Don't go back in the attic.

She's here.

(footsteps plodding) (brooding music continues)

(people chattering indistinctly)

(feet pattering)

- [Glenn] First night in America, a new project.

(glasses clinking) (eerie music)

- To Lizzie Borden.

(glasses clinking) (Nicola gasps)

(brooding music)

Lizzie. (brooding music continues)

(Ivy screaming)

(Ivy gasping)

(fingers tapping)

- [Dr. Boxley] This is Dr. Boxley.

- Hi, uh, it, it's Ivy.

Um, you said, said that I could call you, uh, whenever.

- [Dr. Boxley] Even if you aren't my patient anymore, yes.

Are you still having the dreams

of harming yourself or your parents?

- Uh, yes, but, uh, they're kind of different now.

- [Dr. Boxley] Is your sister still in them?

- I, I don't think she's my sister.

- [Dr. Boxley] The accident that took her life,

it wasn't your parents' fault.

- Well, they were arguing so I,

I can't help it.

I still hate them for it.

- [Dr. Boxley] I'm going to find someone

that you can talk to over there, okay?

Just give me a few days.

- Yeah, okay.

(footsteps plodding)

- Oh, morning, love.

- How are you feeling, Ivy?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- And how's school?

- Um, they have metal detectors and basketball.

- Well, you'll find your way.

(knife rasping)

Cheers, love.

Ivy, please try and make some friends.

- Where are you off to them?

- Oh, into town, you know, got movers and shakers.

- What are you doing today, Mom?

- Well, Bridgette is coming around in a bit,

and we're gonna move some boxes

and leave the decor for a later time.

- Who's Bridgette?

- Bridgette Sullivan,

the young woman I hired to help round here for a bit.

- Is someone having you on?

- What do you mean? - Bridgette Sullivan's

the name of the housekeeper

when Lizzie Borden used to live around here.

- Oh, don't know anything about that.

- Yeah, Poppy told me.

- Is it still good for you to talk to Poppy, though?

- That doesn't matter.

That's what everybody teased me about

on the first day of school, the old Borden land.

And now you've met somebody called Bridgette Sullivan.

- Well, it's gotta be a common name

amongst Irish girls, isn't it?

Come on.

(mug thuds)

Um, I hope the teasing runs out of steam.

(footsteps plodding)

- Dad's gonna be okay, isn't he?

- Sure, yeah, he just,

you know how he gets when he gets his teeth in a project.

(Nicola sighs) (leaves rustling)

(footsteps plodding)

(door clattering)

(hand knocking)

(door clattering)

Oh, I thought my daughter forgot her-

- I only just passed her.

- Did she say anything to you?

- Just a good morning.

And where are we starting today, ma'am?

- Uh, well, I think we got ahead

of ourselves a bit yesterday with that wallpaper,

and we've got, still got boxes to unpack,

so let's start in the front room.

- Grand.

- Will you have tea then?

- Only if you are.

- I'll get the kettle on.

(eerie music)

(door clattering)

(wind rustling)

(students chattering indistinctly)

(paper rustling)

(brooding music)

(paper rustling)

(brooding music continues)

- Now that's better.

(box clattering) (brooding music continues)

- Oh, I remember this one.

I know where it can go.

(box clattering)

(footsteps plodding)

(pensive music)

(footsteps plodding)

- [Bridgette] What are you doing, ma'am?

- Oh, um, I thought I'd put this box in the attic.

It's time to see what's up there anyway.

- I think the old attic's locked.

- Well, there must be a key round here somewhere.

- I've not come across one, ma'am.

- [Nicola] Aha.

Here we are.

(brooding music)

(tone blaring)

(body thudding)

(Nicola breathing heavily)

- Are you all right, ma'am?

- Just a hot flash.

Must have dropped the key.

- What key?

- Well, the key to the,

I think it's the key to the attic.

- I told you there wasn't a key.

- Well, there must be one.

We, we're the owners, and I'm sure we've got a key.

- Would you like a glass of water, cup of tea?

- Just a hot flash.

- Let's at least go downstairs for a bit of a sit-down.

(students chattering indistinctly)

- [Dr. Boxley] This is Dr. Boxley.

- Hi, uh, sorry to, sorry to call now.

I know it must be, like, the evening there.

- [Dr. Boxley] I told you you could call anytime. It's okay.

Are you okay?

- No, I don't think so. (brooding music)

- [Dr. Boxley] So what's happening there?

Shouldn't you be at school right now?

- Yeah, I'm outside.

- [Dr. Boxley] Tell me what's going on.

- Um, I just wish that I was walking in with Lily.

- [Dr. Boxley] Time heals all wounds.

You just need to concentrate on getting

through these early days of your move.

A lot has changed, and it'll take some time to get adjusted.

- Yeah, I just, I just really miss her,

and I really hate this place, and I hate this school,

and I hate the new house, and

kind of wish they were dead.

- [Dr. Boxley] Ivy, you don't mean that.

Ivy. (brooding music continues)

- I keep having these dreams, these, like, nightmares

that I'm killing them.

- [Dr. Boxley] The same dreams again?

- No, they're different.

This time, there's, like, this, there's, like, this figure,

this dark figure with a, with an ax.

- [Dr. Boxley] Have you been seeing

or hearing anything that wasn't there while awake?

Ivy?

- Oh, I don't know. (brooding music continues)

I just feel like everything's so messed up.

- [Dr. Boxley] Ivy, just hang in there.

It's going to get better. I promise you.

(brooding music continues)

(footsteps plodding)

- There you go. Nothing wrong with a cuppa.

But I think that's quite enough for today.

I'll be going. - (sighs) Thank you.

(footsteps plodding)

(door clattering and squeaking)

(mug thuds)

(rain pattering)

(phone ringing)

Dr. Boxley, it's after hours there. How are you?

- [Dr. Boxley] Is our Ivy at school?

- Yes, Doctor, what's happened?

- [Dr. Boxley] I've had a call from Ivy today.

Her nightmares are back.

I've reached out to a colleague I personally trained.

She specializes in adolescent trauma.

I'll email her details and get back to you.

- Thank you, Doctor, I'll look out for your email.

- [Dr. Boxley] Good, keep in touch.

I still care about her and your family.

- Thank you. (rain pattering)

(gravel crunching) (eerie music)

Bridgette?

Oh, Glenn, what happened?

What are you doing?

- I had to see it from the outside to be sure, Nic.

- When did you get back from town?

- You know, the, the first floor,

it, it, it's longer than the ground floor.

- Did you even go into town, Glenn?

- Yeah, first day, yeah, first day, I did.

They don't want us here, Nic. (brooding music)

They really don't want us messing around

with this property, Nic.

- Let's get you inside. Come on.

(brooding music continues)

We need to sort this. Our Ivy needs us now.

You know, Bridgette was here earlier, and we had-

- Bridgette? Who did you say Bridgette was?

- The new housekeeper.

- And we need a housekeeper why?

- Did you hear what I said about Ivy, Glenn?

It doesn't matter.

- I measured everything.

- Come on, Glenn. Pull it together.

We need to think about her now.

- Even the attic door can't exist where it is

when you see it from the outside.

- What's this about the attic?

- Oh, nothing, um, nothing about the attic.

It's, it's just that it's locked tight,

and nobody's found the key.

- I have the key.

(key clanking)

Keep throwing it away, and it keeps coming back.

I can't (speaking faintly).

(key rasping and clanking)

- Why do you keep doing this to our family?

We've sunk everything into this.

(footsteps plodding)

(eerie music)

(pages rustling)

(entity vocalizing)

- Is it you then?

(entity vocalizing)

(item thudding) (eerie music continues)

(footsteps plodding) (eerie music continues)

- All those people you were supposed

to be meeting with today, what...

- It doesn't matter. - It does to me.

(brooding music)

I guess I blacked out today. (laughs)

It's happened twice now.

- What? Why didn't you call me?

- Oh, Bridgette found me both times. It wasn't a problem.

But I've had a call from Ivy's therapist back in London.

She called them about her dreams coming back,

and they want to refer her to somebody here.

- Mm, okay.

- I just have to know.

Were you out in that shrubbery all this time?

- I was watching the house

when it didn't know I was looking.

- We have to talk about what's happening

in this house and on this property, Glenn.

You say the dimensions of the house aren't right,

that this, some of this shouldn't exist, but it does, Glenn.

That's what we need to talk about.

- I, I don't think we can.

- Ma'am.

- Uh, what are you doing back?

- It's over now. She's decided to go now.

- No.

- What do you mean no?

- Glenn, the attic.

(feet pattering) (brooding music continues)

Ivy?

(Glenn screaming)

- Go! Don't come up in the attic!

(Glenn screaming)

- [Glenn] No! Get off!

Get back!

- Oh, okay, oh, my God.

(Ivy screaming)

(Ivy gasping) (brooding music continues)

(door squeaking) (brooding music continues)

(brooding music continues)

(cloth rustling)

- [Glenn] Oh, dear, is this normal?

(Ivy and Nicola screaming)

(blade rasping)

(Nicola screaming)

- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! (sobbing)

(blood squelching) Oh, no!

Oh, oh, oh, my God.

(Nicola whimpering) (brooding music continues)

- [Lizzie] Kill them.

It's what you want. It's what you've been dreaming about.

- Ivy, no.

- It wasn't my fault.

It wasn't anybody's fault.

I'm sorry.

(Lizzie breathing heavily)

I know we all miss her.

(blade rasping) (Ivy screaming)

No, no.

(Nicola screaming) (Lizzie laughing)

- Lizzie.

Time to go.

(eerie music)

It's been so long, love.

I know I didn't stop you in 1892.

But look.

Look at them.

They're not your father or your stepmother,

and that little lass right there isn't you.

It's okay.

Come home, love.

We can finally be together.

Come back to me.

We'll be who we wanna be,

nobody to hate us, nobody to hate.

Let the hatred go.

(eerie music continues)

(Ivy whimpering)

- I am sorry, Mom.

- I'm sorry, too.

- I wanna go home.

I wanna go back to London.

- Ivy, call 911. (blood squelching)

- Yeah.

(Ivy gasping)

- [Operator] 911, what's your emergency?

- Um, yeah, yeah, there, there's been an accident.

Um, I need you to send somebody. I need you to send people.

- [Operator] Okay, we need the address.

(brooding music)

Hello, what is your address?

Hello?

Hello?

(dramatic music)

(brooding music)

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(eerie music)

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(eerie music continues)

(slate clanks)

(waves and thunder roaring)

(brooding music)