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(fire crackling)

(Jenna coughing)

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(Jenna screaming)

(upbeat jazz music)

- Mmm.

(radio beeping)

- [Radio] Unit 12, this is Central.

Sorry to bother you off shift.

- This is 12. Go ahead.

- [Radio] We've had three welfare check requests

on the same address.

Neighbor reports lights on for days, mail piling up.

Also no response at the door.

- Okay, well that's not my zone today.

- [Radio] I know, but patrol's tied up on a rollover

and a domestic across town.

You're the closest unit with keys to the neighborhood.

(radio beeping)

- Who lives there?

- [Radio] I don't see any records in the system.

- So you're asking me to roll on a welfare check

and I'm not even on the clock yet.

- [Radio] I wouldn't ask if it could wait,

but the neighbor says there's a TV on

and something knocking inside like a loose door

and maybe some screaming from inside.

- Are you logging this?

- [Radio] Already started the call.

You'd be supplemental, not primary.

- All right, I'll go up there,

I'll bang on the door,

I'll look in the windows, check the place out,

and I won't enter unless there's cause.

- [Radio] Copy that.

I'll notify fire and EMS to stage nearby just in case.

- Send me the address.

Mmm.

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(knuckles rapping)

Police department.

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(door rattling)

(radio beeping)

Hey, Dispatch.

So I'm here at this old manor on the welfare check,

but nobody's home.

So tell that caller I'll try back in a few days.

(tones beeping)

(door creaking)

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Hello?

It's the police department.

Yeah, we got a call that someone

might need some help in there.

(radio beeping)

Hey, Dispatch.

I have a possible 146.

Just stand by for confirmation.

(tones beeping)

Show yourself.

I'm gonna enter the home.

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(flesh squelching) (knife stabbing)

(officer groaning)

(officer screaming)

What the...

(officer screaming)

(officer groaning)

(officer screaming) (flesh squelching)

(officer gasping)

Fuck.

(officer screaming)

(flesh squelching)

(body thudding)

(officer groaning)

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(officer groaning)

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(officer coughing)

(singer vocalizing)

(officer gurgling)

(officer coughing)

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(doors clicking)

- I thought you said this was some kind of cabaret.

This is clearly a house.

- Yeah.

Jenna, are you sure this is the right place?

- This is the address she gave on the phone.

- All right, if you say so.

- So what do we do, just go up and knock?

- I guess.

I mean, she knows we're coming, right?

- I don't know.

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This place feels weird. Kind of gives me the creeps.

- The title of the project is Urban Legends of Decadence.

I think feeling the creeps is part of the whole experience.

- That's right, Kara.

I think if we don't feel nervous,

we're probably doing something wrong.

- Let's just go up and see if anyone's home.

- You first.

- We'll all go up together.

Yeah?

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(knuckles rapping)

- Try again.

(knuckles rapping)

- Well, maybe no one's home.

(door creaking)

- That's not weird or anything.

- [Kara] Well, what do we do?

- Go inside.

Take a look around.

I mean, no one ever comes here

'cause of the history of the place.

She probably wants company.

- Or she could invite us in and shoot us.

- [Jenna] With what?

- I don't know.

A shotgun.

It's a figure of speech.

- Alright, look, Kara,

are you gonna be this jumpy the whole time we're here?

- Yeah, maybe you should just wait in the car.

- I'm not waiting in the car.

- Fine. (sighing)

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(door clicking)

- God, what is that smell?

- Smells like smoke.

Not cigarettes though.

- Anyone home?

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It's Jenna. We spoke last week on the phone.

- Maybe she's really not home

- With the door open like that?

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- Hello?

- Screw this. I say we just leave.

- Yeah, I'm with Miles. We should go.

- I'll just be a moment.

Make yourselves at home. (giggling)

- See, she's here.

- Okay, that's not super weird or anything.

- Yeah, for real, Jenna.

- Guys, let's just have a look around, hang out for a sec.

She said she'd be down in just a second.

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(Miles sighing)

This place is huge.

- I know, right?

- Kara don't touch anything.

- I wasn't gonna touch anything.

- Hey.

- She got banned from Theta Kappa for a reason.

- Oh my God, she might be listening to you.

- Wonder what's in here.

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I'm confused.

Is this or is this not the right place?

- The article on the internet said the club

burned down to the studs.

She spent her entire life fortune on rebuilding it.

When prohibition happened and the clubs had to close down,

I guess she just focused on making it a place to live.

- She should have spent a little more

on an interior decorator.

(alarm blaring)

- Shit.

There's bad weather on the way.

I don't want to get stuck up here. We need to hurry this up.

- Yeah, it's been a minute. Where the hell is she?

- Can you two just calm down?

This is what we came here to do.

Besides, I'm not just gonna go up there

and ask her to hurry.

- Why the hell not?

(footsteps thudding)

- Because I'm already here.

- Hi, this is so silly,

but I don't know what to call you.

The phone number was listed under N. Lee.

I'm Jenna.

We spoke on the phone about coming to do an interview.

And these are my friends, Kara and Miles.

The name of the project is-

- Urban Legends of Decadence.

- That's right.

And it's about Dizzy Dishes,

your former club.

We're seniors, history majors.

- Can I interest you in a drink?

- I'm fine, thanks.

- I'll take one. I mean, if you're offering.

- Me too, that'd be great.

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- Kara, what the hell?

- What?

I'm not taking a drink from that creep show.

- Why not?

- I don't know.

What if she laces it something?

- It's already weird enough. Okay, just take it.

You don't have to drink it.

- Whatever.

- Shit.

She's coming back.

Just chill.

- So, as you know, we are working on our thesis

for our final semester

and the story, your story was one

of the options and when we heard about it,

I mean, wow.

How could you not wanna know more?

- There's some bad weather coming through.

If it's all right with you, I don't know,

maybe we could hurry this along.

- Right, so I have a list of questions,

if that's all right with you.

Um, we could start with what happened

to the Dizzy Dishes Club?

That was your club?

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(fire crackling)

Hello?

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(Betty sighing)

What's this?

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- What the hell is going on?

What is that?

Stop drinking that.

- I think it's a journal and I think it's hers.

- Oh yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

What does it say?

- It's dated and every page is all about the club.

This is what we need. This is what we came here for.

- I thought we came here so we could speak with her.

- Yeah, but this is even better.

I mean, as long as she doesn't mind us taking it with us.

- Taking it? - Borrowing it.

We'll bring it back.

- Well, whatever you want to do, just do it already.

I wanna get the hell out of this place.

- Kara, can you please calm down?

- Calm down?

Look at this place, Jenna.

That smell.

I had a pet die last year

and I know what running flesh smells like.

Not to mention the weather's gonna turn

and that hill was almost a 90 degree angle

to get up here.

Let's go.

- Hey, okay.

I say we just take the journal and go.

I mean, she gave it to us for a reason, right?

- Okay, I'm with you.

But I think we should at least say something.

I'm at least gonna tell her we're gonna bring it back.

- Fine.

But make it quick and meet us at the front door.

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- Hello, anyone up here?

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Hello?

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Hello?

It's me, Jenna.

Thanks for the journal.

I was just coming to ask

do you mind if my friends and I borrow it?

We'll bring it right back. We only need it for a few days.

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(Betty humming)

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(thunder crashing)

What's wrong?

- I was about to ask you the same thing.

- Nothing.

I'm cool, let's go.

- Wait, we can't leave now.

It's raining cats and dogs out there

and the main road is flooded.

Those turns we came up through,

there's no way we can make it back down

with it raining like this.

It says it should clear up in a few hours.

- Hours?

Did you say a few hours?

- Look, Kara, don't get all hysterical right now.

- So what do you wanna do?

- Okay, you're acting really weird.

What the hell happened up there?

- Nothing.

I asked if I could borrow her journal.

She said, "Yes."

- So what do we do? Just wait it out?

- And where are we gonna do that?

- I don't know, big enough house.

Just pick a spot and stick together.

- You guys are talking like we're actually in danger.

- The living room.

One way in, one way out.

Yeah?

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(thunder crashing)

(thunder crashing)

Oh shit.

- What is it?

- Flood warning was extended another two hours.

- How long have we been in here?

- 40 minutes.

Feels like it's been a week.

That smell is killing me for real.

- Jenna, earth to Jenna.

Hello?

- Hmm?

- How can you sit there all calm like that?

I mean the storm, that smell,

none of it has you the least bit worried?

- Dizzy Dishes.

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"I had no name, none that anyone knew anyway.

Half woman, half something else.

A sideshow act dragged

from one cold carnival tent to another.

People paid nickels to stare, to laugh,

to shrink back when my shadow didn't match my shape.

But I learned early that if you can't be beautiful,

you'd better be unforgettable.

I wandered into the city

and found a smoky little club

where married men shed their vows like overcoats.

I told the owner I could sing

and when he heard me, the room didn't see a freak anymore.

They heard a pretty girl.

The name they gave me when my voice started pulling secrets

out of their chests."

- What else does it say?

- "The wealthy ones with gold bands

and wandering hands gathered nightly, drinking deep

and hunting for someone to blame for their loneliness.

One of them a smooth talker, dead eyes,

money dripping off him like sweat,

decided I belonged to him.

Backstage he cornered me, whispering about what he could buy

and what he expected in return.

I told him, 'No.'

But men like him don't take kindly

to final answers.

Not from the kind of woman they believe was born to obey.

A week later, the club went up in flames,

gasoline in the walls, curtains blooming fire like flowers.

They say he stood outside watching it burn.

match still warm in his fingers.

Some swear I died there on that stage,

swallowed by the smoke.

Others claim they saw me slip into the alley,

vanishing into the night like a rumor with teeth.

To this day, the old timers swear that if the moon is low

and the street is quiet, they still hear someone singing.

Dizzy Dishes and pretty girl, the freak who refused to bow."

- They burned her live in the club.

- And she built a home,

this home, her home from the ashes.

(man speaking indistinctly)

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* Lovin', I have to have lovin' *

* But when I'm having my lovin' *

* I have to have boop-boop-a-doop and have *

* Boop-boop-a-doop

* Lovin'

- I don't like this.

I don't like this at all.

- Kara. - No, Jenna.

We don't even know what to call her.

And she is obviously the singer in that journal.

Not to mention, why would she just hand

that over to you like that?

- Maybe she was ashamed to tell us.

- Ashamed?

Putting all that shit aside, which we can't,

what's all this nonsense about being half animal?

- It's not literal.

- And you know this how?

- Maybe it is, I don't know.

"Some days I don't even feel like a human,

just a shape stitched from other people's cruelty.

And the more I look, the less of myself I seem to find."

- Oh, that's good.

Anything in there about how she kills three college kids

for asking too many fucking questions.

- Guys, enough?

Listen.

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Storm has passed.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

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(Kara scoffing)

(thunder crashing)

(thunder crashing)

Oh shit.

(thunder crashing)

- What, what is it?

- Our car's gone. - What?

(Miles sighing)

- Miles, what are you doing?

- Calling an Uber.

No fucking rides out this far.

Hang on.

- Who are you calling now?

- The police.

- The police?

- Jenna, our car is fucking gone

and we're in this freak show's house.

- He's right. I don't want to be here anymore.

(thunder crashing)

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

- [Kara] What is it now?

- It's dead.

Try yours.

- Shit, I left it in the car.

Jenna, try yours.

- I left it in the living room.

I say we all go get it together.

(thunder crashing)

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- Go, go, go, go, go. Just go. Come on, go.

(thunder crashing)

(door slamming)

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- What are you doing?

- Being safe.

- By barricading the door with us in the room?

- That's what they do in the movies. Did you find it?

- No, it's not here.

- Keep looking.

Kara, go help.

- It's gone.

How is that possible?

- Shhh.

Do y'all hear that?

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It's coming from inside the walls.

- I have to get the fuck out of here.

- What about the car?

- Shit, I forgot about the car.

We'll walk.

- Walk where?

- I don't know.

Down the hill.

Who the fuck cares?

Just far away from here.

Let's go through the window.

Damn it.

It's locked from the outside.

- Break the glass.

- No, wait.

If she hears this, then she'll know that we left.

- Jenna's right and we, we need to sneak out of here

so she doesn't know we're gone.

- [Jenna] How?

We just saw her on the stairs.

She can easily get to the front door.

- That's probably locked like these.

- [Jenna] Front door's way too easy.

- The back.

The back, I saw a door on our way in.

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(thunder crashing)

- Oh shit, it's jammed.

- [Kara] Great. What do we do now?

What else does it say in that thing?

- What does that matter right now?

- I don't know.

Maybe we can figure out why we're locked in here.

- "They mistook my silence for weakness,

my strange face for an invitation to use me, shape me,

take what they wanted and leave the pieces behind.

I learned early on

that beauty is a currency I was never allowed to touch

and power is a game I was never allowed to play."

So now when I see those women, perfect polished creatures

who glide the rooms collecting admiration like pearls,

I feel the old heat rise in me,

a bitterness sharpened by years of being the sideshow

no one loved, but everyone wanted to own.

I hate them both now, the beautiful and the powerful,

because they were born with the things I had to bleed for."

- It's just useless thoughts.

- She's right, Jenna.

Any ideas?

- I think she's punishing us for what happened to her.

(fire roaring)

- But we had nothing to do with whatever happened.

- It doesn't matter.

I think that she's been waiting here

for someone to come back and remember her.

- Look, fuck that journal and this fuck lady, all right.

I say we keep moving and find a door or window that's open.

(thunder crashing)

Keep your voices down.

Okay?

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(thunder crashing)

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She's in there.

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(thunder crashing)

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(thunder crashing)

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(Kara breathing heavily)

- Hey, breathe.

(Kara gasping)

I think she's having a panic attack.

What do we do?

Is there anything we can give her?

- Kara, hold your shit together.

- (breathing heavily) Fuck you, Miles.

She's gonna find us and God know what she's gonna do to us.

- Well, you overreacting isn't gonna help us

find a way out of here though, is it?

- Shh, shh, guys.

Do you hear that?

(metal clanging)

It's coming from out there.

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- Okay, so this is what we're gonna do.

Let's go back to the front door, try that again, okay?

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- Miles.

- Go, run.

- We're not leaving. - Get in there, come on.

- Don't worry. I got this bitch.

What the hell

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(knife slicing)

(body thudding)

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- What the hell are you doing?

Jenna?

- "I learned long ago that the only way

to silence the echoes of my past was to remove anything

and anyone that dared to resemble it.

The swaggering men with too much money and too little soul.

I watched them carefully.

And when their presence stirred old scars,

I made sure they didn't linger.

Each disappearance felt like reclaiming a piece of myself,

a quiet correction to a world

that had once fed on my suffering.

But beneath the vengeance, shimmered a deeper hunger,

the need to be remembered on my own terms.

So I began searching for a way to preserve my legacy,

something beyond the songs I once sang

or the ashes I had risen from,

seeking a story, a shrine,

a shadow that would outlive me,

one final act ensuring that I,

the creature they tried to bury,

would never be forgotten again."

- What does that all mean?

- I think she sees us as objects.

"Another group here to take pieces of my life,

my pain, my body, my story,

and give nothing back."

- Give back?

Give what back?

- I don't know.

- Okay.

- I think she sees us as spectators, not as guests.

She thinks we're here to exploit her.

- We told her why we came here.

- It doesn't matter.

Men have always taken advantage of her.

Pretty girls like you mocked her.

Reporters like me just came for her story.

"They didn't come to understand me.

They came to dissect me, knowing full well I was incapable

of ever seeing my reflection in the mirror ever again."

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- Jenna, you're scaring me.

What are you saying?

- She said no and she was punished for it.

She opened her heart, her voice, her gift,

and she was literally set on fire.

- What about Miles?

- I think we have to go find Miles before she kills him.

- He could be dead already.

- We don't know unless we go look for ourselves.

- You mean you you wanna go out there?

- If we stay here, she will find a way in. I guarantee it.

We have to take the chance.

(Kara breathing heavily)

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- Do you see anything?

- Maybe she took him upstairs.

The room down the hall.

- That's a long way.

What?

What is it?

Jenna, stop, you're scaring me.

(intense music) (Kara screaming)

- Kara!

Kara!

Kara, Kara, open the door.

Kara.

- [Miles] Get out over here.

Quick, there's a way out.

- Miles?

- [Miles] Hurry, I can't hold the door much longer.

I found a way out.

- Miles, is that you?

Miles?

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Miles?

- [Miles] Almost there.

A little further up.

That's it.

Perfect.

You're almost there.

- Miles?

How do I know that's really you?

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(Betty laughing)

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Please don't hurt me or my friends.

If you just let us go,

we'll forget any of this ever happened.

We'll forget about all of it.

You want us to remember?

That's why you gave me this.

"If someone hears me,

truly hears me, they must carry my pain into the world.

Fire birthed me.

Fire shall unmake me."

Is that why you can't look in the mirror?

(Jenna sniffling)

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(Betty giggling)

- Ta-da.

- Please don't hurt them.

I'll do anything, I'll-

- Shh.

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They'll be awake soon

and then it's showtime. (laughing)

Well, you came here for a story.

- Not like this.

(Miles breathing heavily)

- Jenna?

What?

What the fuck?

Jenna, come help me.

(Jenna grunting)

What is this?

Jenna, what the hell is this?

- I don't know.

We were in the other room and,

and we came out and you were gone.

And I- - Jenna?

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Miles.

Help me, get me outta this thing. (whimpering)

- You want me to, to read it?

Read out loud?

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"He has eyes like something already gone to rot,

dead, flat."

* I'm so blue waiting for you to take me *

* I can't go on like this

* Gimme a kiss and then maybe

* Boop-Boop-Be-Doop-Be-Doop

- "Hungry in a way that no living man should be.

I remember how he cornered me in the dim hallway

behind the stage,

his breath thick with whiskey and certainty,

his hands claiming what he believed he was owed.

He didn't speak like a man.

He spoke like someone reciting a script he had read

100 times before,

confident that no one would ever challenge him."

- Oh, fuck this.

Fuck you too. (spitting)

Jenna, don't read another word.

Don't satisfy this fucking half bitch. (breathing heavily)

- "And when I pushed back."

When I told him no,

those dead eyes lit for the first time,

not with life, but with, with anger,

the kind of anger that makes a man destroy

what he cannot possess.

I still see those eyes sometimes in dreams

and reflections staring through me

as if I were nothing more than a thing he had misplaced.

And it's in those moments, I remember exactly why I became

what I am.

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He was the one who lit the match."

- Tell me, did you feel my pain when you read my words?

- Of course I did.

- Did they?

- I don't, I don't know.

They didn't, they didn't read it.

They don't-

- They never do.

(Miles laughing)

- Oh, I swear when I get out of this, I'm gonna fuck you up!

I'm gonna lock you in this house

and burn the rest of you up.

You're gonna burn.

You thought you had it bad?

You're gonna fucking burn! (laughing)

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- Please, okay, we'll go. We won't say anything, I swear.

- Do you know what they did, songbird?

- Jenna, tell her we didn't do anything.

We just came here for your project.

This is insane.

- They didn't hurt you.

They're just students.

They're my friends.

- They were him.

They were her.

They're the ones that sat in the dark corners,

the ones who watched,

the ones who whispered,

the ones who laughed.

And you, you brought them to my home.

- We didn't know.

- All right, enough.

This is all bullshit.

Just let us go and we'll call it even.

Yeah?

You can have your stupid haunted house and that dumb diary.

- Journal.

- What are you even gonna do?

Scare us to death?

- Oh, some guy,

he was just as strong as you,

just as loud and just as stupid.

(Miles breathing heavily)

Come on.

- No.

- [Betty] Come on.

- Jenna, do something, please.

- I'm not hurting my friends.

(both breathing heavily)

- No?

Then you'll watch.

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(knife stabbing)

(Miles groaning)

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(flesh squelching) (Miles groaning)

(knife slicing)

(Jenna gasping)

(flesh squelching)

(Jenna breathing heavily)

(Kara sobbing)

Doors chained, windows barred,

(flesh squelching)

my throat full of smoke.

Nobody kicked down the door.

Nobody smashed the window.

Nobody screamed my name.

Tonight, you're gonna have a better seat than I ever had.

- You don't have to do this.

- Isn't this what you wanted?

- No, I didn't want this, any of this.

- Jenna, please.

I don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die.

Please. (sobbing)

- Do you wanna know what it felt like?

- No. Please.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry for whatever they did to you.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

I, I'm sorry.

- I screamed.

I screamed until there was no air left.

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(Kara sobbing)

- No, take me, take me instead, please.

Please.

(Kara sobbing)

(knife stabbing) (Kara screaming)

(knife stabbing) (Kara screaming)

(flesh squelching)

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(Jenna breathing heavily)

(Kara breathing heavily)

- Now, now you know, don't you?

(eyeballs thudding)

You'll carry this with you, songbird.

- You're insane.

- (giggling) Insane?

Insane is what they call a woman when she finally breaks

the way the world has been trying to break her all along.

But if you knew what I'd endured,

you would understand that my madness

is the only sane thing I have left. (giggling)

- I will never forgive you for this.

- Forgive?

The only important thing is that you never forget.

(singer vocalizing) (ominous music)

(Jenna breathing heavily)

(keys clacking)

- [Kara] Mom?

- Do you have any idea what time it is?

- If I thought that I was gonna come

all the way up here just to arrive

and find you still in bed...

- Well, lucky you.

I was in the shower.

- A close second,

and conveniently located only 10 feet away from your room,

which is a total disaster by the way.

- Did you need something?

- I came up here so I could check on you.

I'm your mother.

I worry about you.

- There's nothing to worry about.

- You've been very quiet.

- I didn't wanna make it a whole thing,

but yeah, we broke up.

- I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Even when you know it's coming, it lands hard.

- Yeah, well, like I said, I don't wanna make it a big deal.

Okay?

- Okay.

Well, doesn't it seem strange

that you're going on a day trip with your ex-boyfriend

and his new girlfriend?

- Okay, first it's a project for our senior class

and second, Miles and Jenna aren't even dating.

- They're not?

- No, they're not. They're just friends.

- Friends.

You know when a man has female friends,

he's either lying to them or lying to himself.

- [Kara] I'm late.

We can talk about this later.

- Well, I can't stay.

Your father had a meeting nearby and he just dropped me off.

Can you at least tell me what this project is about?

- Some cabaret. - Cabaret?

- Well, it's not there anymore, I don't think.

I don't know.

I mean, I'm sleeping my way through history.

- Kara. - What?

It's an 8:00 a.m. class on a Monday.

- Okay, well where is this little day trip taking you,

in case I need to come up there and rescue you.

- It's upstate, about three hours from here.

- You know, it's alright to not be alright.

- I don't know.

I just feel empty.

- So the right people don't disappear

when things get uncomfortable, they grow with you.

And breakups don't mean you're alone.

They just show you who's always been there.

- Thanks, Mom.

- All right, kiddo.

Okay, so what is the name of this cabaret?

- Um, Dizzy Dishes.

- Dizzy, Dizzy Dishes.

I know that sounds vaguely familiar.

- Yeah, well, I'll call you in a few days. I'm really late.

- Okay.

(mom sighing)

(door clicking)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(sighing) Okay, Dizzy dishes.

Huh.

* I want to make whoopee

* And if I want to make whoopee *

* I have to have boop-boop-a-doop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-doop *

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

- Jenna.

Jenna. - Huh?

- She's late.

It's a far drive.

- You know Kara, she'll be here.

- You worried?

- Worried?

No, I just wanna get it right, you know?

- You're at the top of your journalism class.

Even if this project failed,

you still have a job lined up after graduation.

- Yeah, but field reporter jobs are not easy to come by,

not to mention a little competitive.

- And you already have one.

- What are you two talking about?

- You're late. - I'm here.

- Congratulations.

- Okay.

I say we get going.

- Agreed.

(doors clicking)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(doors clicking)

I thought you said this was some kind of cabaret.

This is clearly a house.

- This is the address she gave on the phone.

- [Kara] You first.

- [Miles] We'll all go together.

Yeah?

(ominous orchestral music)

(knuckles rapping)

(ominous orchestral music)

(Jenna gasping)

(Jenna breathing heavily)

(door clicking)

(door creaking)

(ominous orchestral music continues)

- Where are you?

You killed my friends.

You want someone to hear your story?

Fine.

I heard you, but I am not gonna die for it.

(ominous orchestral music continues)

- This is your final test.

- You killed my friends.

- Go on.

- Will that even kill you?

- Death took my pulse, but not my purpose,

and after you've crossed that line, it becomes real hard

for you to be killed again.

A fire, that shall unmake me.

- You want someone to help you reclaim your story.

You're punishing the symbols of your abuse

and you're grooming me to be your storyteller.

- A life is a small thing

to surrender when you've already had it stolen

from you once before.

But ash settles where it pleases.

But in the right light, it teaches.

And maybe some girl with shaking hands

will hear my story from your lips

and she'll find the strength to say no

before the fire reaches her door.

And maybe some man will hear you whisper my name

and he'll think twice

before he darkens another doorway with his wanting.

I can't stay long.

Let the world forget my face.

Let it forget my voice.

But let it never forget what happened to me

and what I won't allow to happen again.

(sighing) All right.

I think I'm ready now.

- That's the thing.

You won't die.

- This is the only skin

that they never managed to scar.

Bodies burn, voices fade,

but a story, a story has always outlived every fire

that was ever lit against it.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(chair sliding)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(Betty moaning)

(Betty whimpering)

(skin sizzling)

(Betty gasping)

(Betty moaning)

(Betty moaning)

(ominous orchestral music)

(skin sizzling)

(footsteps thudding)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Jenna Voiceover] They say a story dies

the moment the last person forgets it.

Pain remembers, even when people choose not to.

It coils itself into the bones of old houses,

waits in the mirrors that don't forgive,

sleeps beneath the ashes of places

that should have stayed safe.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(fire crackling)

So if my voice lingers in the walls,

if my shadow follows you home tonight, do not be afraid.

It is only because I want you to see what I never could.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

- [Betty] Yoo-hoo!

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(Betty laughing)

(door slamming)

(Jenna screaming)

(ominous orchestral music)

(upbeat jazz music)

(upbeat jazz music continues)

(upbeat jazz music continues)

(upbeat jazz music continues)

(ominous orchestral music)