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(eerie music)

(blood splattering)

(suspense music)

(Pale Thin Man coughing)

- Oh shit.

(grunting)

Fuck!

(Pale Thin Man coughing)

Loose some weight, you little shit!

Goddamn!

(Pale Thin Man coughing)

(eerie music)

So fucking fragile! (laughs)

(Pale Thin Man coughing)

That's fucking that. (laughs)

I always knew one of you little fuckers

was gonna be the death of me. (coughs)

(Pale Thin Man coughing)

(eerie music) Fuck you!

(Pale Thin Man sobbing)

This can't be the end.

This can't be the end.

- [Voiceover] This doesn't have to be the end.

Let me in and death is just the beginning.

- Am I dead?

Oh God, I'm fucking dead.

- [Voiceover] You help me with a very special host,

and your blood lust will never go unquenched.

You will kill at will.

- Countless?

- [Voiceover] But it doesn't come without a price.

You must surrender your soul.

- Deal.

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(laughing)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

- [Police Radio] Five Adam!

(screaming)

(eerie music)

(gentle music)

♪ Hold on (indistinct) ♪

♪ Heroes all around ♪

♪ You see I'm the watchman ♪

♪ I won't let you down ♪

♪ Come down, get closer ♪

♪ (indistinct) get closer ♪

♪ I'm coming closer ♪

♪ I'm feeling high ♪

(instrumental music)

♪ (indistinct) ♪

♪ I'll be (indistinct) ♪

♪ I'll be in the watching ♪

♪ (indistinct) ♪

♪ Going down, get closer ♪

♪ Allow the beat get to closer ♪

♪ I'm coming closer ♪

♪ I'm feeling alive ♪

(heavy metal music)

(heavy metal music)

♪ All this time my feet are getting closer ♪

♪ All this time (indistinct) ♪

♪ All this time (indistinct) closer ♪

♪ All this time (indistinct) closer ♪

♪ And I think I (indistinct) ♪

♪ Take this time ♪

♪ Moves a little closer ♪

♪ And I think (indistinct) ♪

(instrumental music)

♪ (indistinct) ♪

(instrumental music)

(instrumental music continues)

(eerie music)

(Ruth knocking)

- Isaac! Get up, honey.

We're gonna be late.

Move it, please.

(birds chirping)

- I swear, if these boys make me late

for my own mother's funeral.

- Relax, babe.

We got at least another hour.

I'll make sure they're ready.

Isaac, Junior, get your asses down here! See?

Good at this. - Yeah.

Is your brother ready?

- I don't know.

- Can you go find out?

- You want more coffee?

- Oh, yeah, that'd be great.

- Have you seen Grandma yet?

- The hell is that supposed to mean?

- It means have you seen Grandma yet?

- It's not how it works.

I don't know how it works, so just leave it alone, Junior.

I'm sorry about Grandma.

- Thanks, sweetie.

Okay, we gotta get going, boys. Come on.

Let's go. Chop, chop.

Thank you.

Wow, this is nice.

Shut the door, boys. Thank you.

Find Jamie here.

Oh, there she is.

- Thank you.

- Jamie, really, your house is gorgeous.

- Why is it so much nicer than ours?

- Shut it, John.

It's because ours is a remodel.

- Really, Jamie, I can't thank you and Grant enough

for letting us use your house. Thank you.

- Yeah, ours is taking forever.

- John, shut it.

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

- What is it, son?

- Not now Isaac.

Please. Not today.

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

- I know, I know.

(gentle music)

- Holy shit!

(glass shattering)

(eerie music)

- What is wrong with him, John?

I mean, how long is this gonna keep going on?

It is only getting worse.

I really think we need to take him to see someone.

- Where? A shrink?

So we can pump him full of drugs, turn him into a zombie

so we don't have to deal with him anymore?

No, no, no.

A shrink cannot solve our problems, Ruth.

Isaac is not some head case, he's our son,

and it's our problem to deal with.

He's a good kid, he's a smart kid,

and he's got his head screwed on straighter than most

until he has these episodes.

- Episodes? That's what you're calling them?

These delusions are turning our lives upside down,

and we cannot keep denying that there's a problem.

People are afraid to be around us, John.

There is something seriously wrong with his head,

and there's nothing that we can do

that is gonna make it any better.

- Well, we could try maybe believing him for once,

or at least try to understand.

Do you recall this kid ever lying to us?

We never even considered maybe

that what he's seeing is real,

but he doesn't talk to us anymore.

He used to tell us everything that he saw,

but we didn't even listen.

We just chalked it up to some childhood fantasy.

But he's not a child anymore,

and this has gone way beyond fantasy.

- Well, what are we supposed to do with that? Huh?

Buy him a Ouija board?

- Anything besides give up on him.

- Taking him to see a psychiatrist is not giving up on him.

- It is if what he's experiencing is real!

We never even considered that this is something that is way

beyond our understanding,

and actually just try to listen to him.

Put yourself in his shoes just for a minute.

What if this was happening to you and we wouldn't listen?

What if all of this is real?

- Are you serious?

I mean, are you even listening to yourself right now?

Are you actually suggesting

that we play into these delusions?

That could just make it worse.

It is our job to try and fix this.

We are his parents, for God's sakes!

Justifying this world of make believe

is not gonna make it go away.

(door knob rattling)

(eerie music)

- You hear them talking about you?

What's a shrink?

- Get in here and close the door.

It's a head doctor. A psychiatrist.

- Like, for crazy people? - Yeah.

- But you're not crazy.

- I'm not so sure anymore.

- You've seen grandma, didn't you?

I knew you would.

What did she look like? - Stop it, John.

You know I can't talk about it.

They come around more when I do.

- Why can't I see 'em?

I wanna talk to grandma. - You don't wanna see them.

You think you do, but you don't, and that's not grandma.

I mean, it is, but not anymore.

Like, it's not like the movies, okay?

Trust me.

Now just go to bed.

Fuck. - What?

- Nothing, John.

- Is mom and dad gonna send you to a shrink?

- I don't know, John, all right.

Not if I can help it.

Now, go to bed. You got school.

(eerie music)

- Come on, boys.

Let's get a move on.

- Hi, Mr. Stecker. - Hi, Mr Stecker.

- [Carla] Hello. - Hey, kids, what's up?

- Come on, what the hell you guys want?

- Hey, Isaac Stecker.

I hope you're kidding.

- Of course he's kidding.

We go way back, don't we, Isaac?

- Yeah, way back to Junior High

when we kicked your ass you mean?

- What's that? - Nothing Dad, it's fine.

- Yeah, everything's fine, daddy.

Isaac's our buddy.

- Yeah, we just wanted to see

if Isaac wanna walk to school with us.

We're sorry about your grandma.

We just wanna console you.

- Thanks, James, but I'm fine.

- You know, I was curious, do dead people wear dentures?

I'm just curious if she bit you or gummed you.

- You know, James,

I can smell Carla's cum from here.

Sure, she ain't dead?

- Yo, chill, James.

What the hell, man?

- Fuck you, Joe.

Didn't you hear what he said?

- What did that asshole say, hun?

- You're standing right here.

How didn't you hear him?

- Didn't you get the memo?

- What? - Bullying is out of style.

- I wasn't bullying him, sir.

- Oh, I know you weren't.

You were trying to bully him.

He ignores it, I don't.

- Hey, pump the brakes, daddyo.

He's a minor.

- Let's just get to school.

He didn't mean anything by it, Mr. Stecker.

- Oh, yeah, he did.

Daddy's just mad because he can't do shit about it.

- You're the little scrapper in this group, huh?

Real punk rock.

Why don't you teach your punk-ass boyfriend a lesson?

He's not looking too tough right now.

- Fuck this. Let's go.

- Have a blessed day at school, kids.

- Look, thanks, dad.

But honestly, it just gives him more reason

to fuck, mess with me.

- Isaac, what'd you say to that guy to piss him off so much?

- I honestly don't know.

I... - You mean he went off

on you like that for no reason?

Do I need to talk to the principal?

You know, he needs to know if you're getting bullied.

- Bullied? Dad, I've never been bullied in my life.

Plus, it's nothing we can't handle,

so just leave it alone.

- We? Who's we? - I. I meant I.

- On a lighter note, what do you guys think about helping me

on the house remodel this weekend?

- Is this about what happened at the funeral?

- No, well, right, not exactly, okay?

Your mother and I were talking.

- Yeah. I heard. - Yeah.

And we decided that it might be best

if we all had a quiet weekend this weekend, just us boys.

- How does working on the house mean a quiet weekend?

- Well, it's not gonna be a quiet weekend

if you're gonna be there, Junior.

- So Katharine come and help?

- Come on. It's the boys' weekend.

Besides, Katharine won't have a good time.

And don't her parents frown on her hanging out with you?

- Katharine's parents are lame.

Plus, if I can't hang out with her,

who the hell else

am I gonna hang... - Hey, watch your mouth.

- I'll talk to you, Isaac.

You're not a freak.

Except when you are.

- This family just needs a little bonding time right now.

We'll start hanging the plastic

after you boys get home from school, right?

- Okay.

- I said all right? - Okay.

- Okay.

(gentle music)

(muffled indistinct background chattering)

♪ Are you ready for them ♪

♪ So come on ♪

- I'm so sorry about what happened.

Why didn't you tell me about the funeral?

You know I would've been there.

- It's cool, Kat.

Like it was just another freak out.

Nothing major.

- You saw something again, didn't you?

You know, I was reading that some people

are naturally in tune with the spirit world.

They see a plane of existence

that the rest of us don't even see.

You know, ghost are attracted to that kind of energy.

Maybe they're attracted to you because you can see them,

and they're just trying to communicate with you.

- Well, I don't wanna communicate with them, Kat.

Okay, all they do is mumble anyways.

- Well, it wouldn't kill you to try.

They come around regardless.

Might as well see what they want.

- Look, Kat, Kat.

They scare the shit out of me.

They do, and you think you'd be used to it by now,

but you don't get used to shit like this.

I have no interest in what it feels like to be dead, okay.

(bell ringing)

- Hey, daddy's boy.

- Hey, James.

Sorry, you're not any scarier when multiplied by three.

- Why are you such a prick?

You know, I'm not a bully,

but your mouth's really pissing me off.

- What the fuck is so funny?

How about I crack your fucking skull in right here?

- Yo, chill.

I just said we not fucking bullies.

- We're not pussies that take your shit either.

- [Teacher] James, Keenan, are you boys in this class?

- No, ma'am.

- [Teacher] Then what are you doing in my doorway?

- Well, let me know

when you get your bullying plans straight.

- I'm not a fucking bully.

Sorry ma'am. - Sorry.

(dog barking)

- Honey, do you want me to bring your bags out

under the porch?

- [Ruth] No, no, not yet.

I wanna make sure

that I have everything before we put the stuff out.

- Jesus. Does your sister know you're staying

for a full year?

- Okay. All right.

You would not survive in this house without me for a year.

- I'll be lucky to survive the weekend doing house repairs

with these two knuckleheads.

Boys, come downstairs and say goodbye to your mother.

- They are knuckleheads, and don't be like that.

They're not so bad.

- I know. I know.

I just didn't think you're so keen on our eldest as of late.

- Okay, you know, that's not fair.

You know, I was upset.

My mother just died.

You know I love Isaac with my whole heart.

- Hey, I'm just kidding, all right?

Trying to make sure things are just a little bit lighter,

not so heavy right before you go, okay?

All right.

- Oh. I hope the stairs

are on the agenda... - Yes.

- For the repairs

this weekend. - Stairs are on the agenda..

- I heard my name.

Should I go back upstairs,

so you guys can have some privacy to talk about me more?

- Damn, isn't it a little early to be savage?

- You watch that smart mouth, all right?

Your mother had reason to be upset.

- No, I didn't.

Isaac, I'm so sorry.

I was way too hard on you.

- No, no, no you weren't.

I'm so sorry.

Your mother just died

and I don't know what I'd do without you.

And I didn't mean to make everything about me.

I didn't mean to make everything so difficult.

I loved grandma.

Just after what I saw... - No, no, Isaac, you know,

I know that you heard everything last night,

and it's not fair for me to be angry at you

for something that you can't help, okay?

Look, I know you're not crazy.

After grandma died, it was really hard on me

and I overreacted.

If there's anything you wanna tell me

or talk to me about, I can't say that I'll understand,

but I will listen to you, okay?

Look, Isaac, I want to believe you.

I do, but I can't help you get through this

if you won't let me, okay?

- Okay, mom.

- Now, take care of your brother and your dad,

and we'll talk when I get back, okay?

I love you.

- I love you too, Mom.

- God, things are so heavy around here lately.

- Shut it, John.

- Oh, they're here.

You know what?

I think I'm just gonna stay.

I'm gonna stay.

We can watch movies.

- No, no, no.

You need this time away, all right?

Besides, there's gonna be so much dust kicked up in here,

you're gonna need a gas mask, so go.

- Why would you need a gas mask for dust?

- We'll be fine, mom. - Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

- Your sister's lack of patience...

- I love you. - Is really trying mine.

- Listen to your dad.

Listen to your dad, okay?

- Are you...

- Yeah, no, you guys go upstairs,

make sure everything's under plastic,

so we can get going right away,

okay? - We will.

- Hi, Sandra.

It's delightful to see you again.

- Local News.

A young woman went on the murderous rampage this morning

around 3:00 a.m near the Five Points intersection

in Whittier.

She broke into several homes,

brutally attacking people in their sleep.

She killed five people and injured four others

before killing a woman and her baby

on the bike trail around 7:00 a.m.

Her body was later found on the street in a nearby suburb,

with several stab wounds and a severe head injury.

- Why is it, every time we work,

your first move is to sit down?

- Relax. I have to send an important DM.

A friend of mine is having some relationship problems.

- What are you supposed to do anyways?

- The ladder's right there.

- You gonna set up the ladder or what?

- That's what I told him.

- Right over there where the wall's about halfway stripped.

Why are you flapping your gums,

and sitting on your bed on your phone?

- That's what I said.

- I have to send an email for school.

- He's lying.

He's messaging a friend because of a breakup.

- Why would I tell you

about my friend's relationship problems, weirdo?

You have a wild imagination.

- The two of you are being very annoying very early on.

I'm gonna take this tool,

and I'm gonna smack you both upside the head.

You just keep the ladder from wobbling,

I'll strip the wall for a while and then we'll switch.

- Got it, pops.

- One more word out of you,

and you're gonna be on top of the ladder.

You got three minutes

to finish whatever it is that you're doing,

and then you're on cleanup.

Three minutes starting now, John.

- Got it, pops.

(eerie music)

- Isaac. Jesus. Hold the ladder.

- I'm sorry, dad.

- You all right?

- Yeah, yeah.

I thought I saw something.

- Just keep your head in the game, all right, bud.

I'm not about to fall off the ladder, not today.

(eerie music)

Hey, hey, hey, what?

You all right?

Do you see something?

- Dad! Dad!

- Isaac! Is he breathing?

- No, don't.

Just get your phone to call 911.

- No, no, don't, don't, don't, don't move me.

- Junior, did you call?

- I'm getting it.

It fell.

- Hey, Isaac, I can see them.

- No, no, no.

- I should have, I should have believed you.

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

- [Voiceover] Isaac. Isaac.

It doesn't have to hurt like this.

I can help you make it all go away.

(birds chirping)

(suspense music)

(muffled background chattering)

- Where is this freak?

- Mm, he's gotta be around here somewhere.

Probably playing with a Ouija board.

- Did you see him in history class today?

Just staring at his little dorky friend, Katharine.

I swear I saw him shut his eyes and be like,

"Shut up. Shut up."

- What the fuck is wrong with that kid? Seriously.

- He does act kinda weird.

- But aren't you weirder, Ken?

- Dude, you have no idea.

- Dude, he's gonna snap one day.

I don't know.

And sick Lucifer on us

or pull some evil mind shit like Carrie.

Why are we even fucking around with him?

- Hey, I'm just messing with him.

He's the one that opened his big mouth and made it personal.

He's not gonna snap on anybody.

He might be weird, but he's not a witch or Dracula.

He'll get his ass kicked like anybody else.

- Yeah, James?

Well, there he is right there.

Probably plotting your demise.

He looks at you like he wants to be the one

to throw dirt over your casket.

That's not the type of person you wanna bully, man.

- Would you shut up, Joe?

You talk just as weird as he does.

And I'm tired of everybody calling me a bully.

Now, shut your trap.

Let's go fuck with him.

- That's literally bullying.

- Hey, James, doing some early trick or treating,

or just showing your friends what a fucking idiot you are?

- Yeah, you think you're fucking funny, don't you?

I was just messing with you before,

but if you wanna get serious, we'll get serious.

Not such a smart ass now, are you?

- No, I'm still the smart ass.

It's just, you know, trying to find a polite way

to tell you that you need a fucking breath mint.

- Ah!

- Bitch you're lucky I don't...

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Isaac, don't.

He's just an asshole being an asshole.

That's all he knows. I'm fine.

- Yeah, Isaac.

He doesn't really want to do anything.

- Fuck Isaac.

I wasn't gonna do anything to your dorky girlfriend.

You're lucky you're mental,

or I'd make you fucking pay for that.

- Oh, sure, James.

You know, don't you have to change your boxers

and rave to your Five Finger Death Punch CD or something?

- Fuck both of you freaks.

- Damn, Isaac. I didn't know you had it in you.

- I don't usually. It's just that, nevermind.

I got fed up, you know, with these assholes.

- Well, I know a few people who are fed up

with that asshole, but they don't do that.

- Yeah.

- Oh, I didn't tell you.

I know what I'm writing my term paper on.

Ghost and demons.

- Wow. What a surprise.

- Hey, this isn't James you're messing with.

Don't mock me.

I'm gonna research both phenomenas

and see how they relate to each other.

You know, I was reading about a Ouija board

and I might be able to use one.

Contact the spirits.

See what they want with you.

- [Voiceover] She's just using you to feed her fascination.

She doesn't give a shit about you.

- Stop. - Stop what?

- Nothing, nothing.

Just stop asking me questions, okay?

- No, Isaac.

As usual, I have to do my own research.

If I waited for you to tell me anything,

I'd still be waiting while everyone else was graduating.

No, seriously though?

The biggest part of my paper is gonna be about this couple.

They're parapsychologists.

- Para what?

- Shut up. You know the Warrens.

- Ah, yes, from those movies with the jump scares.

- It's more than jump scares.

It's true stories.

Lorraine is a medium and Ed is a demonologist.

- Sounds like a dynamic duo. Yeah.

- [Voiceover] You have a dilemma

and she's harping on shitty movies.

Oh, listen to her and it will only get worse.

- You know, they actually have some pretty creepy stories.

Did you know they investigated the Amityville Horror House?

I mean, do you believe

that the entity followed them all the way home?

Miles away and tormented them?

- [Voiceover] Take their lives, Isaac.

That's the only way she'll ever respect you.

You have to show her this is not a game.

- I mean, shit.

They wouldn't even talk about it in fear of it coming back.

You know, I bet her being a medium has a lot to do

with what they experienced.

Like I was telling you,

spirits are attracted to that kind of energy.

Ghost, demon, whatever it was.

- They're movies, Kat.

- You're right.

I'm sorry, Isaac.

Why would you want to sit here and listen

to me talk about this kind of stuff?

You have to deal with it every day.

- I do, okay?

I'll listen to you talk about it all day if you want.

Just as long as you don't ask me questions.

I'm not as keen as you are in interacting with things.

It doesn't seem like something I should be seeking.

- Well, if I didn't think it would help,

I wouldn't bother.

- I respect the research. I do.

I know what parapsychology is.

I just don't know

if everything goes the way science says it does, you know?

They're just trying to find something

that I'm meant to find out.

- Well, that shit fascinates me.

I'm gonna find real answers one day.

You watch.

And I will find a way to help you.

- I'm sure you will, Kat.

Just don't look too hard.

You might not like what you find.

- I'll keep that in mind.

Come on. We're gonna be late.

- Katharine, can you come help me with something

for a minute, please?

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

- Hey, man. How you doing?

I'm the new kid.

Ah. So how long you been going to school here?

- Kid, huh? Too long.

- No need to get touchy.

I'm just trying to make conversation.

After all, I'm new here all alone in an unfamiliar place.

Don't you feel sorry for me?

- Look, I just meant I don't get along too well

with the people around you.

- I know exactly how you feel.

I don't get along with people either.

Personally, I don't think it's me. It's them.

So, I hear you see things.

Talk to the air, shit like that.

Bit of an odd duck, aren't we?

- Didn't wait too long before giving me shit, did you?

Enjoy the crowd, buddy.

- No, no, no, no, no.

I'm not trying to give you shit.

No, not at all, man.

No, no, no. I'm just saying.

- Yeah, what are you saying?

- You know, he's only trying to help you.

You're being ungrateful.

- What the fuck are you talking about, man?

Look, I think it's best if you pay attention,

you might get lost.

- Oh. Oh, I'm already lost. (laughs)

Now, all you had to do was let him in.

Maybe then you wouldn't have had to feel your daddy's blood

spill all over your smug fucking face!

What the hell is wrong with you?

He's only trying to help!

- What the fuck?

- Isaac? Isaac!

Katharine, you wait here so I can make sure

that he doesn't leave school grounds.

(intense music)

- What the hell was that?

- That was your boyfriend, Isaac.

He looks pretty pissed off.

- When do you say we give him something

to be pissed off about.

- Fuck James.

You say you don't want anybody calling you a bully,

yet you sure acting like one.

Are you not tired of jerking his chain?

You found out today. He jerks back.

- What the fuck you say?

Are you gonna fuck him or something, Joe?

Come on, let's go fuck with him.

- What a fucking prick.

I need new friends.

- Hey, tough guy.

- I don't want any part in this, James.

I'm going back outside.

- See how tough you really are..

(boys grunting)

(boys grunting)

- Isaac! Isaac.

Answer me, are you okay?

Those fuckers didn't hurt you, did they?

Isaac!

- Isaac, what is going on in here?

That is destruction of school property.

And Katharine, I asked you to stay in the classroom.

- I just came to check on Isaac.

- I don't wanna know.

I need you to go back to class.

Isaac, you're coming with me to the office.

- Isaac. Isaac, get back down here!

Don't you think I have enough to deal with?

And now what?

You're trashing a school bathroom?

Isaac. Say something.

Do something. Tell me to fuck off.

Who the hell are you anyways?

'Cause I sure as hell don't know.

It's like you're not even part of this family.

- What family? Dad is dead.

And you don't understand anything I'm going through.

I mean, he's the only one that tried,

or even seemed to care.

- What am I supposed to understand?

That dead people walk around and only you can see them?

You know what, Isaac?

The only dead person I see walking around here is you.

Ever since your dad died, you have done nothing

to hold this family together.

- It's not up to me.

- Yes, it is.

We have a responsibility to each other.

The three of us isn't...

And you just checked out.

- What's going on?

- Ask your brother.

- Isaac, why don't you lighten up on mom?

She's trying to lead some kind of normal life

and you're not letting her.

- There's nothing normal about me, John.

All right, and I can't change that.

- Yes, you can.

You just don't want to.

- [Voiceover] He's not going to shut his festering hole

unless you do it for him.

- Just lay off, okay, John.

I got enough to deal with, I don't need your shit too!

- You're the one that let it happen.

I wouldn't doubt if you pushed him.

- [Voiceover] Now, Isaac.

Rip his scalp from his skull,

and make him eat it for talking to you like that.

- Fuck!

- Fucking weirdo.

(birds chirping)

- Why do you keep taunting me?

What do you want from me?

- [Voiceover] I think I have been clear

since the first time I spoke to you, young man.

I've articulated exactly what I want from you.

- Yeah. You want me to kill and mame,

and I'm not a killer.

Damn sure not my fucking little brother.

- [Voiceover] Compared to you, Isaac, they mean nothing.

They are nothing.

What we can achieve together

goes far beyond any of these pigs,

and this regurgitation you call an existence.

- Well, obviously, you can't do shit without me,

and we're never going to want the same thing.

I'm only gonna say this once.

Get the fuck out of my head.

- [Voiceover] Listen to me closely,

you pathetic whining infant.

I would love nothing more than to watch you rake that blade

across your ungrateful little throat.

Shit, I could do it for you right now.

Either way, I win.

You keep fighting, and your life here is a life of suffering

that I will perpetrate.

I've been patient, waiting for you

to wake up to your destiny.

But my patience has a ceiling,

and I can assure you that my loss of patience

has far more dire consequences than yours.

- Please stop!

- [Voiceover] You put pressure on that blade and pull,

and you are mine completely.

None of those pathetic beggars of life you run from

like a frightened sow will help you.

They're nothing more than souls for feeding time.

My power will go unchecked.

I will wreak unprecedented bloody havoc

on everyone you have ever known,

and the reign of blood will be on your hands.

Kill at will, or I'll do it for you.

- What the hell is wrong with Isaac now?

- Okay, first things first, language.

Have you just met your brother?

I mean, when have you known him not to act strange?

- He's getting worse, mom.

I was talking to him in his room, next thing I know,

he's almost knocking me down the stairs

and locking himself in the bathroom.

- Yeah, I heard him slam the door.

I don't know what to do

about your brother's behavior anymore.

I mean, the only thing we can do is be there for him.

I mean, that's what your dad would have wanted.

- Dad wanted to live, mom, and thanks to Isaac, he's not.

- Junior. - No, mom.

How long are we gonna let him fuck up our lives?

Until he kills one of us like he did dad?

- Stop it, Junior.

- You weren't there, mom. You didn't see what I saw.

- Junior, if you're about to say

what I think you're about to say,

you better have a good excuse, and even a better excuse

of why you haven't said anything until now.

- Nothing, mom, okay?

But facts are facts!

Isaac was near dad holding a ladder.

Next thing I know, dad is gone.

- If you didn't see it, you don't even suggest it, okay?

You know as much as I do

that your brother loved your father,

there's no way he ever would have hurt him.

- Dad's still dead.

Isaac was still there,

and he's still acting more mental than ever.

- Well, saying that is way different

than suggesting he had anything to do

with your father's death, okay?

And it's even a better reason

why we need to be together as a family,

and even more of a reason why we cannot give up on him.

(birds chirping)

- Are there any spirits in here?

Please move the planchet if you're there.

- Get out of here, you little twat. Get!

Stupid (indistinct)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What do we have here?

You are cute.

A little bit too old for me, perhaps.

A bit long in the tooth,

but I see what Isaac sees in you.

Up. Too bad you're about to fuck things up even worse.

- Holy shit!

Holy shit, it's moving.

Are there any spirits in here?

- Oh, little girl.

You could have made this easier for us if you tried.

We're so lucky this generation's so fucking stupid. (laughs)

Oh, let's see.

A, A, C.

- Isaac.

- Oh, good. Good, good, good, good.

(eerie music)

- Isaac. Dr. Brynne.

(eerie music)

- E, L.

(eerie music)

Okay. Isaac. Dr. Brynne.

Tell all. - Yes.

- Okay.

Isaac, I finally got some answers.

I got a Ouija board last night.

- Oh, for fuck's sake, Kat.

- Hey, hear me out.

What have you got to lose?

It said to go to someone named Dr. Brynne.

I looked him up, Isaac.

That's a real therapist right here in town.

- Your Ouija board told you to tell me to see a shrink.

Sure you didn't just accidentally ouija-call my mom?

- You're not listening.

How would I know some random therapist's name?

- So we go in the bathroom

and he just starts fucking swinging.

He's lucky he got some cheap shots in.

- That fucker kicked me in the balls, man.

- Yeah, that kid's a head case.

I say we shove his ass in a sleeping bag

and slam him against a tree like fucking Jason Borhis.

- This is not the time

to live out your serial killer fantasies, Keenan.

Besides, how the fuck are we supposed to get him in a bag

when we can't even kick his ass in the bathroom?

- It was a spirit, Isaac.

I could feel it.

- Yeah, you're talking to the spirits now.

So what else did he say?

So far, it's managing to function like the yellow pages.

- That's the best part.

It said to tell the doctor everything.

- What do you mean, everything?

- Everything, as in what you've gone through

your whole life, what you continue to see.

The dead walking the Earth.

- Dude is scary strong,

and that's only half of what's scary about him.

- Scary? Him? Fuck that guy.

I mean, just look at him.

Who the fuck does he think he is anyway?

I would whoop his ass any day.

- No, man. I'm telling y'all, his eyes were white.

- That's such bullshit, Rob.

The dude's not fucking Satan himself

just because he kicked you in your tiny little dick.

- Dude, shut up, man.

He kicked your ass too.

- Isaac, maybe this doctor can really help you.

- Help? I don't know what the hell you're thinking, Kat,

but you and my mom have obviously decided

this is all in my head.

- I never said such a thing.

- You don't have to.

You're both pushing me to see a shrink!

And honestly, I agree with you.

If I'm going full Reagan on some misguided assholes

in the school bathroom and even a Ouija board,

as you're recommending a therapist,

maybe I should get a professional opinion.

- I'm willing to try anything.

I'm looking for answers here, Isaac,

but not once have I assume that you being delusional

is one of them.

I don't think your mom assumes that either.

- All I'm saying is that when I'm pissed off,

I'm far scarier than he is. Believe me.

- Oh yeah? And where was all your scariness

in the bathroom, Mr. Flexy guy?

- No, no, no, fuck that, okay.

We, we weren't even ready.

And I was serious about that sleeping bag thing too.

I've done it to an animal before.

And I could do it to a human,

especially if you guys are helping.

- You just have to understand how this looks to them.

I mean, they don't know what we know.

- What do we know, Kathy?

What do we know for a fact? Nothing.

- You told me what you go through, Isaac,

and I don't take that lightly.

Your experiences aren't invalidated

just because we don't understand them.

I've believed everything you've told me,

you've never given me a reason not to.

- I don't know if I believe myself anymore, Kat.

I don't know if any of this is real,

or some psychotic delusion.

The voices are getting worse.

I can't tell them from my own thoughts anymore.

I mean, they're not even trying to get in,

they're coming from the inside.

- Okay, you didn't tell me

the voice was still talking to you. When?

- I didn't tell you because of what it says.

It tells me to kill everyone, every day.

And honestly, it makes a good point

as to why I should brutally murder everyone in my bad.

- Holy shit, Isaac.

Please don't keep this kind of stuff away from me.

Is that why you ran out of class?

- Yeah.

- Okay. What exactly did it look like?

- I thought he was a new kid.

Fucking 40-year-old ghoul,

look like a flesh and blood high school student.

I'm thoroughly freaked out that I didn't know he wasn't.

I mean, he was pale and gray,

and all of his clothes were gray,

except for some red hoodie he had on.

- That has to mean something.

You know, maybe that's what you're supposed to find out

from Dr. Brynne.

Could the new kid and the voice be the same entity?

- I don't know, Kat, I don't know,

but I almost listened in that bathroom yesterday

and that scares me more than anything.

- Well, don't worry.

That voice is not you, okay.

You're stronger than that,

or he would've gotten the best of you by now, shit.

- I'm not so sure it hasn't.

- What the fuck are you talking about, Keenan?

- Dude, you have no idea who I was in middle school.

I've changed a lot since then, but...

Do you guys know how I hate cats?

- Yes.

- I fucking hate cats.

Anyways, one day at recess, there was this group of kids

and they were playing with

and feeding this mangy disgusting little pussy,

and I had been trying to get my hands

on this fucker for months.

- Did you think about feeding it, you dummy?

- Cuck you, Farla. - Hey, man, watch it.

- I said cuck you.

Just let me finish the story.

- Hey, look, man.

I don't like

where this is going, so. - Would you shut up?

Anyways, I think on my feet and I dump on my backpack.

I slowly walk up behind the kids

while they're playing with it, and bam.

I shove this thing in my backpack and I zip it up.

- Fucking Keenan, you brute.

- Just wait. That's not even the best part.

So I walk over to the wall of the school, and I turn around

and look at the kids who are terrified at this point.

I look down at the bag and I just start swinging.

I mean, over and over and over.

You should have heard the screaming,

and the clawing coming from this cat

trying to get out of the bag.

It was...

Damn, you guys are soft.

You know what? Fine.

I won't even tell you what happens next then.

- No, no, no. Keep going, please.

I'm so into this.

- Yeah.

- Okay. All right, this is the best part, okay?

So I turn around, and this cat has just gone limp.

I mean, it is silent in the bag.

So I unzip it, turn it over,

and this thing just plops down onto the ground

in front of these kids.

And this thing is stiff as a board.

And I decided to take it one step further.

So I went and found a stick, and I come back,

and this thing has not moved at all.

And I start poking it and messing with it,

and out of nowhere, this fucker jumps up,

it starts clawing the absolute shit out of me.

- Good, man. You deserve it.

- Fuck you, Rob.

You soft motherfucker!

You know what?

Fine. I'm done. I tried.

- We don't want to hear the end of it anyways.

You're a fucking psycho, man.

Keep it to yourself.

- I told you guys not to call me a fucking psycho.

You bully.

He kicked all of our asses, not just yours.

- Hey, man, chill the fuck out.

Listen, I'ma cut him a break.

He leaves me alone, I'll leave him alone.

I don't wanna hurt the kid anyways.

I'm a peaceful man.

- Right, honey, even I don't buy that for a second.

Listen, Robert might be shitting his pants over this guy,

but I'm not fucking scared of him.

- I have no idea.

- Hey, Kat.

- Hey, Issac. - Her name is Katharine.

- Oh, I didn't think she minded.

- I don't.

- Look, man, I'm sorry about James and those guys.

I didn't know they were gonna jump you

or I woulda... - Woulda what?

Join them?

Maybe I should give you a taste of what they got.

So you won't feel so left out.

- Isaac, what the hell's wrong with you?

- Yeah, man, I have no problem with you.

James and those guys are dicks.

Why do you think I came over here instead?

- I know, man.

I was just fucking around.

But I gotta go.

Shit to do.

- Where are you going?

Are you gonna try what I told you?

- I will okay.

I'll talk to you later.

Take care of yourself, Joe.

- Hey, why did you rush off?

Did you see something?

- No, no, it's...

Joe's one of them.

- No, he's not.

Okay, yes, he has a bad choice of friends,

but that doesn't make him a bad person.

He's kinda cool, actually.

- Good for him.

Look Kat, I'm gonna go see Dr. Brynne.

I need to make sure all this is in my head

before I commit to anything else, okay?

- Well, that's good.

We'll get answers from somewhere,

as long as we're both trying.

And when you're done,

maybe we can go to the Halloween carnival together.

- You know I don't go to shit like that.

- No, come on. It'll be fun.

Plus, I'm sure your mom's still mad at you.

It'll be good for you to get out of the house.

You know, you can get a break from them.

Give them a break from you.

Come on. Don't make me go alone.

- Fine. Fine. Okay? I'll go.

But I really have to go now. - All right.

And you better find time for a nap.

I'm gonna keep you up past your bedtime tonight.

(eerie music)

- Isaac Stecker.

(eerie music)

- Hello, Mr. Stecker.

Dr. Brynne. Please.

I see your friend Katharine Linderbrook recommended

you see me.

- Yeah, yeah. I wanted to come.

- That's good, Mr. Stecker.

The first step in determining any psychological condition

is recognizing there's a problem.

The next step is treatment.

But don't worry, young man.

We're not doing any heavy lifting today.

This is just a preliminary meeting.

Just to get an idea of what might be troubling you.

- You want me to talk?

- Yes, sir.

That's what we're here for.

What would you say is your major source of stress?

- It's just more than one, doc.

- [Dr. Brynne] Start with the first one that comes to mind.

- Fuck.

- Pardon me?

- I'm hearing a voice.

- Are you hearing them right now?

- No. No. A voice, singular.

What the fuck is happening?

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

- Mr. Stecker, is something agitating you?

- I'm sorry. I'm at a lost here, doc.

I wanna explain.

Honestly, I do, but I don't wanna be committed.

- I'm not here

to commit you, Mr. Stecker. - Isaac.

- Isaac, I'm not here to judge you.

I'm not even here to diagnose you.

I'm just here to listen.

Look, you've already taken a huge step sitting down with me

and recognizing there are some things we need to address.

- Can we start with you telling me

if you see someone behind you, something?

- It's just you and I in this office, Mr. Stecker.

- Please just take a look.

Nothing back here, but my overpriced shoes, Isaac.

- Oh, you got jokes.

- I apologize, Isaac.

I just want you to be comfortable.

- No, it's not the jokes that bother me, not nearly,

as much as that thing right behind you.

- What is it exactly that you see, Isaac?

- It's not like the others.

I mean, you know, I've seen these ghouls before,

but this one's different.

I mean, it walks and talks.

It's like it forgot that it was dead.

Don't tell me you didn't feel it touching

your arm just a minute ago.

- I had an itch, Isaac.

Nothing supernatural about an itch.

- Was that an itch?

(eerie music)

- Shit! There's a spirit in here.

There's a fucking spirit in here, isn't there?

(eerie music)

- I realize you can't see it,

but I see a dead fucking prick right there.

- Hey, fuck you.

- His tongue is on your shoe.

- That sounds like quite a sight, Isaac,

and it must be terribly frightening for you.

I'm sorry, I must ask.

Are you now or have you ever been under the influence

of hallucinogenic drugs?

- You're not listening!

You think this is frightening for me?

Not as much as gonna be for you if he's able

to touch your arm.

(eerie music)

- I can feel you.

You're so young.

Did you wanna tell me something?

What, sweetie? What about Isaac?

Oh, fuck Isaac!

What have I done?

- Who is this he, Isaac?

Does he have a name?

- They're not gonna stop.

- Who, Mr. Stecker?

- They're not trying to get in.

They're coming from the inside.

They're telling me to kill.

- Mr. Stecker, have you

or this thing you've been seeing harmed anyone?

- It's not me, though.

I don't wanna hurt anyone. They do.

They keep taunting me and they won't stop.

They'll never stop.

- Just take a breath, Isaac.

I'm willing to listen.

Just take your time and tell me everything you see.

- He's not like the others.

He's flesh and blood.

He's right fucking there!

- Yes, Dr. Brynne.

- Mr. Stecker, you're not in trouble.

Nothing has happened here that we can't discuss rationally.

- Doctor, should I call the authorities?

- No, Christine! I have this under control.

Please cancel my next appointment.

- Okay.

- Everything is okay, Isaac.

She only suggested calling the authorities

for your own safety as well as my own,

but it doesn't have to come to that.

Please sit down. Let's talk.

- Hey, Daddy Killer.

I like that little cunt you've been sniffing.

You can thank her for pushing you towards a destiny

you don't fucking deserve!

- Isaac, please sit down.

- He's flesh!

If I could just get ahold of him, you'll see.

- Christine! - Yes, doctor?

- Call his home phone number on the paperwork

and let me know when someone's on the line.

- It's a 555 number.

- Shit! Call the school and get his home phone number.

We have to warn his family before we do anything.

I do not want to risk

getting the authorities involved just yet.

This could be the case I've been waiting for.

- Okay.

(birds chirping)

♪ (indistinct) ♪

♪ (indistinct) ♪

♪ (indistinct) ♪

♪ (indistinct) ♪

- Isaac, honey, I am so sorry

that I got so mad at you yesterday.

I mean, God only knows what happened in that school,

and I knew you wouldn't tell me any...

You can't imagine how frustrating that is for me.

- Some guys jumped me in the school bathroom,

and they got away before the teacher came.

Look, that's the least of my concerns.

- Well, did you tell your teacher what happened?

- It wouldn't do anything.

I mean, nobody believes me,

and those pricks didn't leave a mark on me

to prove anything.

- (chuckles) You really are your father's son.

I bet you left a mark on them though, didn't you?

- I kicked one of them right in the nuts.

- Isaac Stecker.

Well, as long as you were in the right and they deserved it.

Violence is not always the answer, but sometimes it is.

But not always.

- I know. I know.

It's more complicated than that, mom.

- Tell me, what is it?

- I feel like, I'm not myself.

And I protected myself from those guys in that bathroom,

but I wanted to do more, much more.

- What do you mean?

- I felt like I wanted to kill them.

And I could see myself doing it too.

- Isaac, you would never hurt a soul.

It's natural to have these intense feelings of anger

towards people like that,

especially if they're trying to hurt you.

- It didn't feel natural.

It felt evil.

- Isaac, you're not evil.

Troubled, yes, but evil? No.

You watched your father die.

I would be worried if you weren't troubled,

but these visions that you're having,

they've made you closed off.

They haven't made you a killer.

I have never known you to lash out at anyone.

- I know, I know. I just hope you're right.

(eerie music)

- No. Mr. Gunningham, watch out behind you.

(eerie music)

(blood gushing)

(eerie music)

Coach, watch out.

(Coach gagging)

- Game time.

- Oh, hi, Isaac.

- Ms. (indistinct), right behind you.

(eerie music)

- The doctor will see you now.

- Isaac. What's up, boy?

Let's wrestle.

- He's gonna kill you.

- Oh, it's like that?

(grunting)

(eerie music)

- Oh, that's gotta hurt.

- Little bastards, no respect for the janitor.

Can't even flush their shit down the toilet.

Hey, fuck stick, you messed up my floor.

Asshole, I'm talking to you.

Are you deaf?

(Janitor gagging)

(blood gushing)

(eerie music)

(water dripping)

(eerie music)

(upbeat music)

♪ (indistinct) ♪

- Hey, Kat. I was hoping you'd show up.

- Yep, I'm here.

Hey, have you seen Isaac?

- No. Is something wrong?

- Well, yes and no.

I just have something important to tell him,

and he hasn't been answering.

- Ah, I see. I'm sure he'll be here soon.

- Yeah, I hope so.

You know, I'm sure he wouldn't miss a chance

to giggle gleefully at James swollen face.

- Right. He does look kind of a elephant manish, doesn't he?

Yo, watch it.

Took me hours to put this trendy outfit together.

- Look at Joe.

He's over there talking to one of the freak twins.

- Why the fuck is Joe doing this?

He is scraping the bottom of the barrel.

He must be horny.

- He's gotta be.

Hey, I left my purse in the car.

Is it okay if I borrow your keys?

- Yeah. We're gonna go across and play some games.

Can't stand to watch Joe sniffing

the space cadet's ass anymore. - All right.

- Come on..

(muffled indistinct chattering)

- There you are, Isaac.

- What's up? Yo.

- What the fuck, Isaac?

- He's one of them.

- Let it go, okay, he's my friend.

I'm allowed to have other friends besides you.

- Yeah. All girls are allowed to be whores.

Doesn't mean they should be.

- Don't you ever come at me like that again.

I love you, Isaac, but so help me God,

I will kick the shit out of you

if you come at me like that again.

- Wait, Kat.

Just, just let him go.

Let him cool off.

- Joe, that is not Isaac, okay.

He's never spoken to me like that before.

Something's really wrong.

Isaac, wait. It's important.

- Kat, I just wanna go home, okay?

I'm sorry.

- It's the Ouiji.

I contacted the spirit of a little girl,

and she said to stay away from Dr. Brynne.

Did you go?

- Yeah, Kat. I did.

You know why?

'Cause you told me too.

I'm sorry.

Your Ouija boy told you to tell me, all right.

And now it's telling me to stay away.

You know why?

'Cause it's a fucking board game, Kat.

You're moving it with your imagination.

Your fascination with this shit was moving it.

Fucking sick and tired of this shit, Kat.

My hell being your campfire tale!

- Isaac, you know that... - Just please, just back off.

♪ (indistinct) ♪

- Hey, Mr. scary guy.

Robert seems to think that you're evil.

You don't look so scary to me.

- You have no idea, Carla.

Okay, head back inside.

- Oh, and what are you gonna do about it?

Sucker punch me like you did James.

First of all, I'm a girl, and second, I would fuck you up.

You think all your brooding,

and acting weird impresses anyone?

I think it's pretty pathetic.

Everyone thinks you're fucking mental, and I mean everyone.

Probably even Katharine.

You think that I don't see the way that you look at her?

Huh? Everyone does.

Hiding after her, following her around

like you're some sick, sad, horny puppy,

just dying to rub your little red rocket all over her, huh?

Get over it.

You're in the fucking...

(Carla choking)

- [Voiceover] You were so close.

Finish it!

You insulin sack of meat.

(Carla screaming)

(intense music)

(Carla screaming)

- What the hell's going on?

- James, Isaac was just here.

- Oh shit. Where's Carla?

- I don't know.

- James! James! James!

- My God, Carla!

- Holy fuck! What happened?

- Katharine, where the fuck is Isaac?

- James, I...

- He was here, wasn't he?

Wasn't he?

Where the fuck did he go?

- James, Isaac did not do this.

- Don't you fucking tell me Isaac didn't do this!

But where the fuck did he go?

- Wait, wait. James.

(fists thudding)

- Joe, now is not the time

to protect your new fucking bitch.

Look at her.

Don't tell me Isaac didn't fucking do that!

I'm gonna find him.

And when I do, if you get in my way,

so help me God, I'll kill you too.

- Kill? James, listen to yourself.

You can't do this.

- James, you don't know anything for sure!

Please just let the police handle this.

- He couldn't have gotten far.

- You have to reach Isaac before they do.

I'll be right behind you.

Go!

(sirens wailing)

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

- Isaac, what the hell are you doing?

Isaac, what the hell are you doing?

- Where's Mom?

- She's out, why?

(suspense music)

- What are we doing, man?

This is his house.

(suspense music)

- I'm going in the back.

You two cover the exits.

(suspense music)

- Isaac. Isaac!

- I might be going away for a while.

Look, something happened, okay?

I can't explain now,

but I didn't do it, John.

No matter what you hear, I didn't do it, I swear.

- Does this have to do with your ghosts again?

- You know, as a matter of fact, it does.

- What happened, Isaac?

I deserve to know.

- I know, John. You do, you do.

But I can't explain.

The less you know, the better.

Trust me. - You're right. You're right.

Guess it's best you leave before you kill mom too.

(muffled indistinct background chattering)

What the fuck is happening, Isaac?

- Go upstairs in my room and lock the door.

Hide. Now, go!

(suspense music)

James, I didn't do it.

I swear. James!

(Isaac grunting)

(James gagging)

James, I swear I would never hurt Carla.

I'm not a killer.

Fucking idiot!

- [Voiceover] Isaac, calm yourself.

You see how easy it was?

Reading the world of vermin like him.

Let me finish this.

Let me in, Isaac.

Keenan is walking in the back door with a sledgehammer

as we speak.

He's not like you. He's certifiable.

- I'm not fucking evil, man.

I'm not a killer. - [Voiceover] He is.

He even has a shovel he's going to use

to bury Junior's headless body.

He's going to be really sloppy since it's his first time,

but he'll get better.

- Stop.

- [Voiceover] I told you, Isaac.

When this stops is entirely up to you.

- Fucking do it then.

Just don't hurt my family.

(eerie music)

- Dude, what the fuck are you doing?

We're supposed to be covering the exits.

James is already inside, now go guard the front.

- Fuck this, man.

Are we really doing this? - Yes.

Now, don't pull this shit right now.

If you're gonna leave, leave.

If not, wait two minutes.

If that fuck doesn't come running out the front,

then you come follow me through the back, okay?

Come on.

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(blood dripping)

- Shit! It's been two minutes.

I should just fucking run, man.

No, no, I can't be a puss, okay.

Keenan is more of a psycho than Isaac.

So maybe I could be a voice of reason.

Ah, shit!

Fuck it. Here goes nothing.

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

Fuck! Shit! (Rob screaming)

Isaac, Isaac, man, listen!

Listen! Look, I didn't even wanna do this, okay?

This, this is not who I am.

Isaac, man, what the fuck, dude?

Look, okay?

We can end this right here, right now.

I'm fucking scared, man.

Hey, look, as far as I know, you fucked up James

and Keenan in self-defense.

I ain't gonna do shit!

I shouldn't have let them take it this far, man.

Please, Isaac, I feel...

Look, hey.

I don't wanna die.

Isaac, look. Okay.

- I don't wanna kill you, Rob.

- Well, simple solution.

Don't do it!

- I just want all of this to end.

None of you deserve to die.

- Look man, I just...

I just wanna go home, okay.

- I know, I know, and I know.

Look, listen to me and you might.

Here's this, okay?

Take it. Grab it, okay?

'Cause you're gonna need it.

Go into the back door and you better run like hell

because I'm gonna be right on your ass.

- Why, man? I don't understand.

Like this... - This isn't a fucking Q&A,

Rob.

Turn the deadbolt to the right.

Okay, you better fucking run like hell

because I'm gonna be right on your ass.

If I catch up to you,

swing that bat like your life depends on it,

because it does.

If you miss, you better hope you stab better than you swing.

- Whoa, what kind of sick game is this?

- I'm not playing.

- Call the cops.

Let them know what happened.

Okay, they'll handle the rest. Just go.

Better run!

- Good. Hey, hey.

(Robert grunting)

(Robert gagging)

(eerie music)

- Oh my God, this is so good.

Hey, babe, hurry up!

You're gonna miss out on this.

(eerie music)

Oh, that guy's gonna get it from behind.

I can already see that. Don't.

Hey, hurry up.

(eerie music)

This is one of the greatest things I've ever seen.

Oh, yep. He's done for.

(Andrew gagging)

- Andrew!

- Sorry.

- Andrew!

(eerie music)

God, Andrew, stop playing!

(woman screaming)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

- Isaac, what did you do?

Isaac, talk to me!

What's wrong with your eyes?

- Isaac, what are you doing?

Please!

Dad!

- Isaac?

- I thought I could control it.

It's blood on my hands and so I liked it.

He won't let me think.

- We'll figure this out together, okay?

As long as I'm here,

you'll never have to fight him alone again.

- Am I evil?

- Isaac, if I thought you were evil,

I would not be standing here fighting for you right now.

- Katharine I...

I swear, Katharine...

(Katharine screaming)

(John sobbing)

(eerie music)

(laughing manically)

- Welcome to the club, boy. (laughs)

(eerie music)

(laughing manically)

- [Voiceover] Don't worry, Isaac.

This is exactly where we want to be.

You're home.

(eerie music)

♪ Alive and well in the dead place ♪

♪ Dead place ♪

♪ Survival like the best case ♪

♪ This aint just some head case ♪

♪ Let's get out of this head space ♪

♪ I'm messing with the templates ♪

♪ (indistinct) ♪

♪ Look at red fish ♪

♪ (indistinct) different dead brace ♪

♪ Let me demonstrate how death taste ♪

♪ Everyone, every day, day, day ♪

♪ (indistinct) anyway let's get it straight ♪

♪ Or demonstrate (indistinct) ♪

♪ I swear you won't feel any pain ♪

♪ Don't talk about it ♪

♪ This aint no magic ♪

♪ NBA's no delusions, no delays ♪

♪ No optical illusions ♪

♪ Here, you're hearing voices got an option to remove them ♪

♪ But it's not a good solution ♪

♪ Dude, it's not confusing ♪

♪ You should cop a tool ♪

♪ And use it on them all until they lose a lot of fluid ♪

♪ Come on, just do it ♪

♪ You put your mama through it ♪

♪ That doesn't come without a price ♪

♪ That's my contribution ♪

♪ That's my contribution ♪

♪ Yeah, the new kids on the block ♪

♪ I do a lot of moving ♪ ♪ A lot of moving ♪

♪ This is not the movies ♪

♪ And you know I don't got to prove it ♪

♪ Yeah, the dead walks in a red hoodie ♪

♪ I don't think you understand fully ♪

♪ Dealing with a little more than a bully ♪

♪ I mop the floor with them ♪

♪ All about that shore living ♪

♪ Look at me now, that's your vision ♪

♪ It's your mission ♪

♪ It's your mission ♪

♪ Alive and well in the dead place ♪

♪ Dead place survival like the best case ♪

♪ This aint just some head case ♪

♪ Let's get out of this head space ♪

♪ I'm messing with the templates ♪

♪ (indistinct) red fish ♪

♪ (indistinct) with the dead brace ♪

♪ Let me demonstrate how death taste ♪

♪ Dead place, dead place ♪

♪ Survival like the best case ♪

♪ This aint just some head case ♪

♪ Let's get out of this head space ♪

♪ I'm messing with the templates ♪

♪ (indistinct) red fish ♪

♪ (indistinct) dead brace ♪

♪ Let me demonstrate how death taste ♪

♪ Let me demonstrate how death taste ♪

♪ (indistinct) ♪

♪ (indistinct) ♪

(heavy metal music)