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Patrick had a vague feeling, something was about to happen.

How could he tell his parents...

that the malevolent things were all around?

In the ether and in each speck of dust.

Patrick had always seen these things...

and always it had seemed that he alone knew about them.

And so, on the evening of the seventh day...

he could feel their imminent arrival.

Something in the breeze of twilight had whispered...

"It's going to happen tonight".

The following day when his mother opened the door...

there was absolutely nothing there.

The trail of Patrick William Ward's urine...

led to an empty closet bathed in the darkness of his last night.

The end.

PAULINE: Wow, gosh.

Here we go.

That's one of your best!

Mom, you tell her that every single time.

Yeah, but this time I mean it.

Really?

I was fascinated, captivated, scared.

It was like...

- Lovecraft. - Lovecraft.

- I know, too much like him, huh? - No.

I haven't completely found my voice yet.

Hm, yeah, that's what it is.

PAULINE: Vera!

Mom, my sister's a freak.

Something new, please.

No, Beth, honestly,

I can't wrap my mind around how you spent days writing this...

piece of crap that ends with piss on the carpet.

You wouldn't understand.

What the hell are your stories supposed to mean?

They're supposed to be scary.

Oh, scary, what's scary is having you as a sister...

but, good luck finding a boyfriend.

I don't speak French!

PAULINE: Keep writing, Beth.

What if I'm not good enough?

You are good enough, Beth.

You're only saying that cause you're my mom.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIREN BLARING)

What's that?

(HORN HONKING)

(HORN HONKING)

(HONKING CONTINUES)

What the fuck?

(HONKING)

Okay, buddy.

VERA: No French, Mom.

(DISTANT THUNDER ROLLING)

(FAINT WHISPERING)

It's green, everyone likes it.

No, no.

Yeah, it's no problem, yeah.

JANET: That's quite the vintage car you got there.

Mom and I love old things.

You just passing though?

No.

I mean, we're moving here, into Aunt Clarisse's house.

Aunt Clarisse? She live around here?

Um, I'm not sure exactly.

I mean, she's dead.

She was my mother's cousin's sister-in-law, or something.

Ah, Clarisse Jourdan, that kooky, old French lady...

who had that place way up in the prair... oh, damn it!

For Christ's sake! It's gonna smell like nail polish...

in here for at least a week.

Watch the store for a minute, will ya, Miss... Jourdan.

My name's Keller.

(VAN DOOR OPENS)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(BULB CLINKING)

What you doing?

What is that?

A story you wouldn't like.

How would you know?

Is there nobody here?

Oh god, it stinks.

She'll be right back.

My god, I look heinous.

Okay, what's the story about?

Some guy's been breaking into homes, murdering the parents...

and sparing the daughters, who are always about your age.

Uh-huh... and?

He stays in the house with her...

along with the parents' dead bodies.

Tss, you made that up.

Girls!

Let's go?

Jesus Christ, it's Rob Zombie's house.

VERA: She's gonna like it.

BETH: It's not bad.

Yeah, it's an extension of your brain.

You got to be kidding me.

The bedrooms are upstairs.

VERA: Mom, it smells like old ladies in here.

It smells like mold, Vera.

Yeah, that's what I said.

Look at all these dolls.

PAULINE: Clarissa never let me play with them.

What was Aunt Clarisse's deal?

- Is it working? - Nope!

Bingo!

When are you gonna give up this arty writer bullshit...

and just use a laptop?

Never.

Oh god, it's like a flea market in here.

Think she bought all these for herself?

You know, old ladies love that kind of crap.

- A Chinese puzzle box. - What?

It's more than a mirror, it's actually a box.

I've read about these.

There's gotta be a secret button somewhere.

(DEVICE CLICKING)

- (MANIACAL LAUGHTER) - Jesus!

- So, you like it? - No.

PAULINE: Vera, careful with that.

VERA: Who would even want to buy something like that?

(SOBBING)

Honey?

Baby? Beth? Beth...

I'm okay.

Oh, sweetie.

Of course, you're okay. That's why you look so pale.

- What's wrong with her? - Nothing.

She's like you now.

Great. Well, you know you have a great sense of timing.

Vera!

(DOOR OPENS)

Is she alright?

Oh, so now you ask.

You could have stayed and helped her out.

Why bother, you'd rush and rescue her anyways.

I just, I don't get why she would write these stories...

when she falls apart at the first sight of blood.

Mom, she's afraid of flying, she's afraid of boys...

she's afraid of her own freakin' shadow.

The other day when I was packing...

I found something you'll never believe.

I'm not into games, Vera.

An interview with her, Mom.

Several pages, all typed up like it was in a magazine.

She made the whole thing up.

Like, in it, she's some famous writer and this journalist...

is asking her all these questions about her books.

She needs a reality check, Mom!

It's nice to know you do love your sister after all.

I know you're angry about leaving...

your boyfriend behind, Vera, but...

Whatever, Mom.

And quit wearing make-up.

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Fuck you! Piece of shit!

I know you love her more!

Beth, Beth... fucking Beth.

Shit.

Shit.

Mom!

Where does your antique lamp go?

PAULINE: I'm upstairs!

With you favorite writer, I know.

Your antique lamp, where does it go?

PAULINE: In your room.

PAULINE: Did you hear me?

Yes!

Hey, go easy on the door.

Enjoying my bed are you?

This is yours. Oh, this is yours too.

VERA: Your Cthulhu shit is not staying in my room, take it.

PAULINE: Would it kill you to be...

a little nicer to your sister?

VERA: It might.

PAULINE (IN FRENCH): You are unbearable!

Not mine!

(STEPS WALKING, GLASSWARE CLINKING)

It's an old house.

VERA: God, Mom, it's my room! Go help Lovecraft Junior. Jesus!

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

- (MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING) - Lower!

- (PHONE RINGING) - Shit.

Jane? What?

JANE (OVER PHONE): I can barely hear you. Hello?

Hello? Jane, I can't hear you.

Agh!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Agh!

BETH: Mom? Mom!

(SNIFFING)

(STEPS APPROACHING)

Agh!

BETH: No! No!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- (GLASS SMASHING) - (GIRLS SCREAMING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(SNIFFING)

(SNIFFING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING)

(POPS OPEN BOTTLE)

They just wanna play with dolls.

Don't look at me.

No!

(SCREAMING)

(LOUD THUD)

(OMINOUS MUSIC FADES UP)

Listen to me, Beth.

You have to go please, go run away, baby, run away!

(VERA SCREAMING)

No!

(SCREAMING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

No!

Fucker!

Mom!

Mom! Mom! No, no!

No! No!

Beth, Beth, come here, come here, baby, baby, come here.

Hey, hey, it's okay, Beth, it's okay.

You're okay. You're okay, hey.

Oh, god.

I was in the basement.

I know, I know.

- With Vera. - It's over now, okay?

It was so real.

It was a long time ago, Beth.

Hey. Oh... hey.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

ANNOUNCER (OVER RADIO): It's a beautiful morning on CO1.

Sit back and enjoy Chicago's classical music station.

(TYPEWRITER DINGS)

- (KNOCK ON DOOR) - Yeah?

Uh, it's Jerry.

Hey, Jerry...

No, I'm sorry, she can't come to the phone right now.

JERRY (OVER PHONE): I need to talk to her.

Yeah, I'll get her to call you back right away.

JERRY (OVER PHONE): Five times the sales.

Excuse me.

Five times, my friend, is she writing?

Uh, yeah, no, of course, she's writing.

JERRY (OVER PHONE): We're all gonna be there tonight.

This is it, does she get it?

I don't know, Jerry. I'll tell her, she's right here.

I'm gonna tell her right now, okay?

- JERRY (OVER PHONE): Okay, cool. - Okay, great, thanks.

JERRY (OVER PHONE): I'm so fucking happy.

The entire publishing staff are gonna be at the show.

Your sales are through the roof, they adore you!

They adore the sales.

Do you want to know?

I hate numbers.

Well, but they're huge.

(PHONE RINGING)

And they love you.

Yes, hi... no, I just told her! Okay.

EVE: Tonight's guest has been described as a master of horror.

Her latest book is "INCIDENT IN A GHOST LAND".

It's only been out two weeks...

and already it's topping the bestseller lists.

We're very lucky to have her...

as she very rarely makes television appearances...

Elizabeth Keller!

Oh, it's such a pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth.

It's a pleasure for me, too, Eve.

"Incident in a Ghostland"...

is your most personal book so far...

and a kind of tribute to your family.

Yes, that's true.

What happened to you and your sister when you were teenagers?

Oh, are you asking if the book is autobiographical?

What I'm saying, Elizabeth, is that it just seems so real.

The details are so intense that I guess the question is...

why write this book?

To keep from going insane.

Truly?

I mean, is there a better reason to write?

EVE: No.

BETH: She just wouldn't shut up about Vera and I...

I got defensive, I'm sure everyone noticed.

It's not as bad as that.

You know, in your own mysterious way, you call the shots.

You're only saying that because you're my biggest fan.

Shit, you're right.

I'm gonna take Harlequin up to bed.

Are you sure you wanna watch this all over again?

Take a note from your son, look how much he cares.

He's not gonna go to bed in this, is he?

Why not, he loves this costume?

(PHONE RINGS)

I told you, they love you!

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

VERA (OVER PHONE): Beth! Please, you have to come back.

Vera?

VERA (OVER PHONE): Come back! Please...

Is Mom there with you?

VERA (OVER PHONE): They're in the house!

Vera, listen to me.

VERA (OVER PHONE): You're not hearing me, Beth.

I hear you!

VERA (OVER PHONE): Don't leave me alone, Beth.

- Is Mom there? - (SCREAMING, HANGING UP)

Vera!

Your Mom's with her obviously, right?

She has to be.

Pick up, Mom, pick up.

It's busy.

Okay. You can just try again.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

HUSBAND (V.O.): Are you sure about this?

BETH (V.O.): I don't know, it could be nothing...

just one of Vera's delusions, but...

Mom isn't answering her phone...

and I'm having those dreams again.

Something's not right.

HUSBAND (V.O.): I understand, but...

BETH: They never should have stayed in that house.

It's not helping Vera.

She should be in a hospital.

HUSBAND (V.O.): All right. Call us when you get there.

BETH (V.O.): I will.

HUSBAND (V.O.): Take care of yourself.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Here? Are you sure?

Yes.

Mom?

BETH: Mom!

Mom?

Beth?

Oh, baby doll! What are you doing here?

Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

Vera called last night.

She was screaming in the phone and then it got disconnected.

I tried calling back, but I couldn't get through.

And I didn't know what was happening.

I didn't know she used the phone.

- Everything's okay? - Yeah, she's resting.

I've missed you so much!

You look beautiful.

You haven't changed at all.

Oh well!

House looks exactly the same, Mom.

After all these years...

you're still living in old Clarisse's style.

Unfair.

I sold most of it.

Yeah?

You'd never believe what I got for the antique toys.

Really?

And, I'm going to be able to redo the whole house.

Mom, haven't you been getting the money I send you?

Sure I have.

Oh, Beth, I didn't mean it like that.

Mom, if it's not enough, just tell me.

I don't even know why I said that.

You're already spoiling me!

I'm your daughter, I can do it, I'm not spoiling you, I...

Oh, sweetie.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I overreacted.

Beth...

You're not mad at me?

Why would I be mad?

Because I left you here all alone with Vera and...

Beth, look at me.

You didn't abandon me.

You left because you had your own life to live.

That's perfectly natural. Understood?

Now dry those tears, that's my girl.

Let's have a toast!

Since when did you start drinking redneck beer?

(VERA SOBBING)

- (VERA SCREAMING) - Shit.

The key above the door.

You lock her in?

No, honey, she does.

She hides the key down there.

I made a copy.

Vera! Sweetie! Are you hiding?

Vera?

The first-aid kit, Beth, in the wardrobe to your left.

Vera, where are you?

Honey? The first aid kit, Beth!

Help me!

Vera! Mom!

Grab her legs, hurry up!

No!

Beth! Move... grab her legs!

It's okay.

No!

Ssh, it's okay, it's okay, get in the room.

Help me!

Calm down, Vera, it's okay, calm down.

Help me!

Calm down. Get the key, Beth.

PAULINE: Look at me. It's over, babe. It's over....

there you go, it's over.

VERA: Never again... hurt me.

No one's going to hurt you, honey.

My sister.

PAULINE: Ssh...

Beth...

I'm here, Vera.

She sees you.

- Vera... - She sees you.

Please tell me how you got the inspiration for this book?

Sure, yeah, it all started...

when I was doing my masters degree at the Sorbone...

and I went to galleries in Paris...

(DOOR OPENS)

Come here.

BETH (OVER TV): And I went in and saw a bunch...

of what seemed like outsider art, it was bizarre...

it was kind of off-kilter.

It's tough, isn't it?

I know.

How do you do it, Mom?

Last week I found her in my room...

tied to the radiator.

She was screaming like...

I had to turn around to make sure no one was there.

What can I do?

There's nothing you can do, Beth.

She keeps reliving that night, over and over.

Come here.

It's okay.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(FAINT CLATTER)

(LOUD THUD)

(FAINT WHISPERING)

GIRL: Help me!

(MANIACAL LAUGHTER)

(ALARM CLOCK RINGING)

Vera?

Are you gonna let me die alone?

No, not alone?

You're not going to die, Vera.

They're making me pay, and you're not there.

I move, and they burn me.

I scream and they... please, please!

I'm begging you, please tell them...

tell them I'm not a bad girl.

Vera, Vera listen to me, okay?

And I'm sorry if I offended them!

Tell them to stop punishing me.

You didn't do anything wrong.

- Tell them... - It's not your fault.

It's not your fault, okay?

- (STEPS APPROACHING) - (GASPS)

- They're here. - Vera, it's just Mom, Vera...

Vera!

(TRUCK HORN HONKING)

The truck! Oh god.

The truck.

(TRUCK DOOR CLOSING)

(TRUCK DRIVING AWAY)

(RUSTLING)

Mom?

(MUSIC BOX PLAYING)

(GROWLING)

Get lost!

Up already, sweetie?

Yeah.

Did Eugene come?

So much crap in this house.

Did he leave you the bill?

Oh, I didn't even see him.

(DOLL LAUGHING)

(DOOR OPENING)

DOLL VOICE: What a great day for a picnic.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Mm, you still smell like Beth.

That smell drove me crazy.

What are you talking about?

I should have eaten you up, you and Vera.

So you'd never leave me.

So no boys could ever come near my girls.

Stop drinking, Mom.

The flesh of my daughters.

You're not making any sense.

Are you okay, Mom?

God, I look like shit.

I don't know where your talent comes from, honey.

Your capacity to create your own worlds.

Does it still hurt?

Nothing hurts for real anymore.

You're still pretty, Mom.

What I'm trying to say is that...

Incident in a Ghost Land is your best novel yet.

You read it?

PAULINE: Of course, I did...

and it was so good that it completely rattled me.

BETH: I didn't send the book because...

PAULINE: You're better than Lovecraft!

(FAINT WHISPERING)

VERA: Beth, I miss you.

Leave me... all alone.

(SOFT RUMBLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(TV CLICKS OFF)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(FAINT CLANKING)

(FAINT WHIMPERING)

Vera!

Vera, it's okay. It's okay.

Vera, it's okay. It's okay, it's okay.

Vera, what did you do?

Vera, look at me.

(GIRL GIGGLES)

Vera, nobody's here. No one is here, Vera!

Where's the key?

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

- (DOOR LOCK CLICKS) - No!

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

(SLAPPING, VERA SCREAMING)

Vera, Vera, Vera!

Listen to me, please open the door.

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Stop it!

Vera! Open the door!

Vera, please!

(LOUD THUD, SILENCE)

Vera?

Agh!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(LOUD BANGING ON DOOR)

Mom!

(DEMONIC WHISPERING)

Mom, Mom, where's the key? Vera's having a fit!

She's locked herself in her room! Where's the bedroom key?

The bedroom key, where is the bedroom key?

There's no key, honey.

VERA: Stop! I hate you!

Vera?

- Vera? - (DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Agh!

Get off me, you motherfucker! Agh!

Fucking asshole!

Vera? Vera?

Mom, call an ambulance!

- (LOUD CLATTER) - Vera!

Vera? Wait, stay! Stay okay?

Okay! It's okay, it's okay. Here you go, here you go.

The ambulance is on its way!

I know why you did that.

I know what you want from your sister.

I'll wait for them on the road.

Otherwise they'll miss the trail.

Mom?

Stay with her, and wait for me.

Mom, what did you mean back there?

Don't listen to her, Beth.

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(LOUD THUD, LOCK CLICKS)

(STEPS WALKING AWAY)

Vera? Vera?

Vera, stay with me! Stay with me, Vera!

Vera! Stay with me.

Vera... Vera?

I can hear you.

(DISTANT MOANING)

Oh, Vera, I can hear you. Vera, please stay with me.

Please, Vera. Vera?

(VERA SOBBING)

- Vera? - (LOUD BANG)

MAN: We broke your sister...

and now, it's your turn.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCREAMING)

(DISTANT CLANKING)

(GROWLING)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

(STEPS APPROACHING)

Mom?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Every teddy bear who's been good is sure of a treat today ♪

♪ There's lots of marvelous things to eat ♪

♪ And wonderful games to play ♪

♪ Beneath the trees where nobody sees ♪

♪ They'll hide and seek as long as they please ♪

♪ That's the way the teddy bears have their picnic ♪

♪ Picnic time for teddy bears ♪

♪ The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today ♪

♪ Watch them catch them unawares ♪

♪ And see the picnic on the holiday ♪

(WHIMPERING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Mom! Mom?

Mom?

Mom!

(WEEPING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(EERIE MUSIC FADES UP)

Vera?

(WOOD CREAKS)

What did you do to me?

Do you understand now, Beth?

Vera, what'd you do to me?

They broke me and now they're playing with you.

Vera...

He chose you, Beth.

You psycho!

- Stop it! - Tell me what you did!

- It's not me! - Tell me!

Stop it, Beth! Wake up, Beth!

For once in your life, stop running away!

Try to accept reality! Come back!

Beth, you're still here.

VERA: Beth, listen to me... accept what happened...

you just need to face the truth.

Mom.

There was nothing she could do.

No, no, no, no...

No!

VERA: Mom died, Beth.

- No. - VERA: Yes, she did, she died.

They killed her, Beth. She died.

I'm so sorry.

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy...

Ssh... she died, Beth.

You have to let her go.

Ssh, Beth...

It's just us.

VERA: It's just us, now.

Are you back?

Beth, are you back?

You were talking to them like they were real.

And to Mom, you looked at me like I was crazy!

You couldn't hear me. You were gone.

I didn't know how to bring you back.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

I hate you, Vera!

I hate you, Vera! I hate you, Vera!

I hate you!

(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)

(ALARM CLOCK RINGING)

Get up, get up, now, now! We have to hide!

Ssh... in here!

It's a game, okay? She wants us to hide!

(VAN HORN HONKING)

Listen to me, if she takes you upstairs, you don't move.

And you don't cry, okay?

No matter... no matter what he does to you.

He'll go easier, okay?

(DOOR OPENS)

Last time I hit him in the leg, he hurt me much worse.

Don't do it.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(STEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(STEPS APPROACHING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(SCREAMING)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHIMES JINGLING)

(CONTAINER OPENING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)

(STEPS APPROACHING)

VERA (V.O.): Listen to me...

if she takes you upstairs...

no matter what he does, you don't move, and don't cry.

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

DOLL VOICE: You're pretty. Will you be my friend?

You're pretty. Will you be my friend?

Do you want to be friends? I like you.

I like you. You're pretty. Will you be my friend?

(DOLL CRYING)

BETH: No!

(DOLL GIGGLING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES UP)

Agh!

DOLL VOICE: I love you. You're pretty.

(DOLLS CHATTERING)

DOLL VOICE: Nobody loves you. You're ugly.

You're a fucking pig! You're a fucking pig!

I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you.

Nobody loves you. Nobody loves you.

I'm going to kill you.

Agh!

(GROANING)

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

(SCREAMING)

No!

(STAIRS CREAKING)

(GLASS SMASHING)

(DISTANT MOANING)

(LOUD MOANING)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MOANING)

(SHRIEKING)

(DOLL LAUGHING)

(MUFFLED LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

Vera!

(STEPS WALKING)

Vera!

Ssh!

Ssh!

Ssh... in here.

At that door, one two, three.

(OMINOUS MUSIC FADES UP)

(LOUD THUDDING)

(YELLING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES UP)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

No! No! Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Hang in there, okay? We're here to help.

- Easy, easy. - Don't you fucking touch her!

Don't you come any closer.

Back off! Back off! Back the fuck off!

Okay.

You're doing really good, girls.

- Don't you fucking... - I promise.

Patrol 10 to dispatch. I've got a situation here.

Tell me who did this to you?

A witch, and an ogre.

They came for us, at Aunt Clarisse's.

About 14, 15, slender...

one's blonde, the other brunette. Over.

It was two fucking men... in a candy truck.

A candy truck?

OFFICER (OVER RADIO): You read me?

I read you, John.

OFFICER (OVER RADIO): I'm at the gas station.

Janet says she saw the girls you described!

Are you kidding me?

I swear to God!

Hold on, can you tell me where Aunt Clarisse lives?

OFFICER (OVER RADIO): Janet said they were going...

to Clarisse Jourdan's old house...

at the corner of Holly Flowers and Jackson.

I know the place.

OFFICER (OVER RADIO): They were with their mother.

Janet talked to one of the girls.

She's sure they're the ones.

For Christ's sake, John, send a team!

We'll stop at the hospital and head straight over!

OFFICER (OVER RADIO): Copy that. Over and out.

Cooper! I got some info!

We have to go! I know where the girls come from.

(GUN FIRES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCREAMING)

Beth! Beth! Look at me!

Come back!

Beth!

Why? No!

(OPERA MUSIC CONTINUES)

No!

Beth!

(SCREAMING)

You look wonderful as always.

Thank you so much. Thanks for coming.

- Thanks for the invitation. - Of course, enjoy.

I will.

You look beautiful.

You, too. Your world is perfect, honey.

A most beautiful dream in a most beautiful world.

- Hi. - Hi.

James, this is my mother.

Pleased to meet you.

Do you think I could steal her away for a minute?

Yes.

Right this way.

Thank you.

See where Mom is? Wave to Mom.

It's not really your scene, is it?

Not exactly, no.

I figured as much.

Even less so when I have just finished reading.

Oh god.

What?

Uh, I have waited my entire life for this moment...

and now it's finally arrived...

and I would rather die than hear you say that...

Your novel is a masterpiece.

What?

You heard me perfectly.

If you change even one word in that book...

I will never speak to you again.

Thank you... thank you.

I mean...

Thank you so much, Mr. Lovecraft.

Howard.

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

VERA: Help me!

Vera!

Don't listen to her, Beth.

There's nothing left for you there.

VERA: Beth!

She's my sister, Mom.

Her world is an ugly place to be, honey.

But she's still my sister.

You sure you wanna do that?

VERA: Beth!

Yes.

Go, baby.

PAULINE: Go.

(LAUGHING)

Agh!

VERA: Help! Help me!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Agh!

(GUN FIRES)

No!

Don't move. Step away.

Hands up! Slow...

Do it now. Hands up!

Don't fucking move!

Don't.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

I love you.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Okay, Beth, we're about 30 or 40 minutes from the hospital.

I'm afraid until then, you're stuck with me.

You're very strong, you know? You're very brave.

I bet you like to play sports. Do you play sports, Beth?

No.

No? Well, I would've lost that bet.

I like to write stories.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

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