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(crickets chirping)

(heavy breathing)

(speaks in foreign language)

(eerie screeching)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

(thud)

- You do not speak
until I speak at you.

- You wannna shoot?

- I got it.

- Do you understand me?

I hate doing it.

Are you sure you understand?

How many times have
you pulled this...

- [Pike] Hey.

- Who the fuck...

(loud thud)

(groan)

You broke my jaw.

- You should be glad I
didn't break your neck.

I was thinking about it.

You wanna hit something,

that something better
be bigger than you.

You ever hit that woman again

and I'm gonna come
looking for you

and you're not gonna like it.

(groan)

Call collect

but you better get
your mind right.

(groaning)

(groaning)

(upbeat music)

(slow piano music)

- There's that haunted house.

- Oh, this is just great.

- Yes, this is perfect.

Does that look haunted or what?

(scoff)

- This is getting
better by the minute.

- Don't tell me you're afraid.

- No, the only
thing I'm afraid of

is not getting ass tonight.

- You still just might.

(owl hooting)

(owl hooting)

- This place is empty, let's
get the hell out of here.

- You have to pay the
price of admission.

- Damn, you're a tease.

- Stop.

This place is kind
of creepy, huh?

(growling)

- Shh.
- What?

- I think I hear something.

- No, you're just
screwing with me.

- I wish.

There's someone
else in this house.

(growling)

(eerie screeching)

(heavy breathing)

- [Lindy] Owe, Freddie wait!

(eerie screeching)

(screaming)

- No!

(screaming)

- [Lindy] Help!

- Come to papa.

Artie, you make the best damn
Italian subs in the world,

even if you are one of us.

(laughing)

Mm.

- [Gretchen] Sheriff, Talley.

- Damn.

What is it Gretchen?

- [Gretchen] Mildred
Sybil called to say

she was on her way
home from yoga class

when she heard
screams coming out

from the Sutter house.

- Not that old bidie again.

It's just kids, they think
that place is haunted.

I'm gonna shoot whoever
gave that lady a cellphone.

- [Gretchen] Well, she
has been the eyes and ears

of vigilance, ever since
her grandson taught her

how to use it.

- Well, I'm gonna write
up a warrant for that SOB.

Vigilance my ass.

She makes up half that shit.

- [Gretchen] She
said and I quote,

"They was blood curdling
screams fit to be dying,"

end quote.

(laughing)

Sheriff?

Sheriff, you still there?

- Mm-hmm.

- [Gretchen] Sheriff.

- Send Roy.

- [Gretchen] He's on
the other side of town.

Besides, you're
not too far away.

You stopped at Artie's Deli
for an Italian sub, right?

(scoff)

- And what makes you think that?

- [Gretchen] It's
Wednesday, Sheriff.

You're as predictable as
flies on you know what.

- Dammit, I got it.

- [Gretchen] Copy that, Sheriff.

(tense music)

- [Dispatcher] I would
actually call in if they want.

(crickets chirping)

(police dispatch radio)

- Oh my God, hey.

Help, help me.

Please, please, help me.

Help me.

- Whoa, whoa, tell me.

Calm down now.

What is it, tell
me what's going on?

- It got Freddie.

- It got Freddie,
who is Freddie?

- Fred Moreland.

- Oh, you mean the fella
that works at the drugstore

and you're that little girl
who works down at the diner.

What's your name,
Lindsay, Lindsay?

Is that it?
- Lindy, Lindy Pike.

- Okay.

- [Lindy] We're
wasting time here.

- I said calm down.

Now where is he?

- We were at that
old haunted house.

- Oh, you mean the
old Sutter house.

- Yes, yes I guess.

- Oh honey, that
place ain't haunted.

- Stop!

What are you doing?

- I'm gonna get to
the bottom of this.

- No!

We can't go back there!
- Oh, yes we are.

- No!

No!

- Now, you calm down.

You calm down.

We're gonna check this out.

Now I want you to be
a good, quiet lassie.

Ah, that's better.

Good girl.

- No, no, you don't understand!

- Whew.

- We can't go back there.

No!

- Well, we're going there.

- No!

(eerie piano music)

No, you're going to
get us both killed.

- Calm down, dammit.

Gretchen, Talley.

- [Gretchen] Copy, Sheriff.

- Off Duncan Road at
the old Sutter place.

Got one in custody on assault

and resisting arrest.

- [Gretchen] Do you need assist?

- Nah.

I'm looking into a
possible missing persons.

I'll be back shortly.

- [Gretchen] Copy, Sheriff.

- No, no, no, no.

- I'll be right back.

(eerie piano music)

Fred.

(eerie piano music)

Fred Moreland.

(police dispatch radio)

Fred Moreland.

Fred.

Fred.

(eerie piano music)

God damn shit.

(eerie piano music)

You in a heap of trouble, girl.

You here me?

(engine revving)

(eerie piano music)

(praying in foreign language)

(praying in foreign language)

(screaming)

(sobbing)

(knocking)

- What's going on in there?

- Yes.

- I heard screaming.

- I didn't hear anything.

- Better not be doing
any weird shit in there.

(laughing)

- I assure you there's nothing
weird going on in here.

I appreciate it though.

Alright, goodnight.

- Be keeping an eye on you two.

- It is here.

I knew it would be.

- I get one phone call, dammit.

I get one phone call.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Where the hell
you calling, girl?

- New Orleans.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Oh, you've got
high maintenance
written all over you,

don't you?

- Hello, Demon.

- Demon?

What in the hell is this, girl?

- Demon, tell Sebastian...

- Ah!

Like it's some kind of joke.

- That was your daughter, boss.

She's in some really deep shit.

Must be if she's calling you.

You want I should go.

- No.

(slow piano music)

I've got it.

(car honking)

- Hey, are you a cop?

- [Driver] Fuck you, bitch.

- You cheap bastard!

(eerie screeching)

Hello?

Hello.

Is anybody there?

(eerie growling)

(eerie growling)

(screaming)

- [Roy] Found his
car down by the road.

- Well, anything?

- Nah, just like she said.

Did he show up for work?

- Nothing.

- I called his mama.

- Oh dammit, Roy.

I told you I was gonna do that.

What she say?

- He didn't come home.

- Oh, I bet she's
in a tizzy fit.

- But I called Gretchen,

she's gonna do some follow-up.

- Oh, thank you.

You know, I thought we
could wait till later.

- Look, it makes sense

but there's three
missing in three days.

- I know, Roy.

- Well, you wanna take upstairs,

I'll take down.

- What's the matter,
your knees bothering you?

(laughing)

- Well, if you'd thrown
that pass down there,

where you were suppose to.

- Oh Roy, that was
damn high school.

(laughing)

- I'm just saying.

- I'm gonna have
to outlive your ass

just to keep that
off my tombstone.

(tense music)

- Anything?

- Nah.

If that girl did do
something to Fred Moreland,

she didn't do it here.

- Well, there they are again.

That young man telling
me he's with his father.

I think the old one's a priest.

Now that I think about it,

I guess that would
make him a father.

Oh no, damn.

He is a priest.

Son of a bitch.

I don't want to have to
be cleaning up after them.

(suspenseful music)

Oh no, I got voodoo perverts.

They're gonna be
killing chickens.

There's gonna be feathers
and shit everywhere.

Son of a bitch.

Why me?

- Sleep in the house,
not on the sidewalk.

- [Lindy] Hey.

It's hot as hell in here.

- Well, I am gonna quench
the thirst of the wild cat,

wish me luck.

- So, Roy, there was
no blood evidence

or indication of violence?

- Nothing.

That Sutter house
is a weird place.

- It's been vacant
for a long time now

and the fingerprints
you collected

they're the ones I have here.

- I put the codes in there.

You know they say that,

that place must be haunted.

- A lot of people
seem to think so.

- That ain't no damn
girl back there,

that's a polecat.

You're tending her next time.

Gretchen, I have
another shirt, huh?

- Check the filing
cabinet under S,

Sheriff.

(phone ringing)

- Buf...

- It's Clive.

- Roy, you get it.

- He's your cousin.

I'm busy.

- Well, hey there.

- [Clive] Son of a bitch.

I don't want to have to
be cleaning up after them.

- Will you stop
your damn jabbering.

- [Clive] Oh no, damn.

- Calm down.

- [Clive] I think the
other one's a priest,

now that I think about it,

I guess that would
make him a father.

- Well, that's interesting.

We'll be right out.

Looks like there's some
suspicious holy rollers

out there at Clives

and they've been
there for three days.

- That is very interesting.

- You boys be careful.

(suspenseful music)

- Buf, Buf.

- Just hold it
right there, Clive.

We've got the situation under...

- Yeah, but you've got to
see what they did in there.

- I know, we've got this.

(knocking)

- You guys might be?

- Sheriff Biff Talley.

- Biff?

Everybody calls you Buford.

- Let us in, son.

- Do you guys got a warrant?

- This is a motel son,
not a private residence.

- Unless you want me to
kick this door in your face,

I suggest you let us in.

(praying in foreign language)

- Oh, lord.

- [Spencer] Father Dolan

- Ah, gentlemen.

We were expecting
you at some point.

I suppose the
manager complained.

- That's not why we're here.

- It's not?

- We've got three people
missing in three days.

Is it just a coincidence
that you fellas arrived

exactly three days ago.

- Can you gentlemen account
for your whereabouts

for the last three days?

- We were in the
area doing research.

- What kind of research?

- I'll ask the questions.
- Then ask.

- What kind of research?

- Since the last new moon,

five people in your
county have showed up

on the missing persons database.

- I believe this makes six.

- [Roy] Six?

- Well, we know about
three, they're runaways.

Kids don't stick around here,

they go to the city, Orlando.

- You have, at least,
six people missing.

- You seem pretty
sure about that,

maybe we should go out
there and check that van.

- It's just research equipment.

- And you're gonna need
a warrant for that.

- Well, son.

We can do this the easy way.

- Or the hard way.

(suspenseful music)

- What in the hell
are you researching,

world war three?

- Cousin Leroy's militia
would love this stuff.

Boy, these voodoo
perverts are well armed.

That's a lot of weapons
for just killing chickens.

Buford, I got me a feeling.

These guys are terrorists.

- Alright, back inside.

Let's go back inside.

I don't know what in the
hell you guys are up to

but I'm gonna have to
impound your weapons

and your van.

- What?

- We got a nice quiet town here

and we're gonna
keep it that way.

- But, but, Sheriff
you don't understand.

- Don't get so smart
with me, Padre.

- Officers you really don't
get how much trouble you're in.

- We're certain
that an Animavoro

has been released in this area.

- Is that like a carnivore?

- I know what a carnivore is.

It comes to town once a year,

rides and shit.

- Out.
- But, but.

- [Sheriff] Out.

- [Clive] Better be
no chicken killing.

- Now what the hell
you guys talking about?

- It comes from two Latin words.

Anima, to soul or spirit

or voro which means to devour.

- You have a souleater.

- Get the hell out of town.

- No seriously, you
have a souleater.

- No seriously,

I want you to get
the hell out of town.

You got till tomorrow morning

to clean up this mess

and don't you think about
going anywhere tonight

or else I'll hear about it.

- Sorry about the Chinese,
we're on a budget.

- I like Chinese.

- Well, you're pretty good
with those chopsticks.

- And you're pretty
good with that fork.

Do you like it?

- Huh?

- Do you like it?

- Um.

What are we talking about here?

- Whatever it is you
want to talk about.

- Look, I've got

two daughters and a
couple grandkids, I mean.

- I didn't kill or hurt

or do anything to Fred Moreland.

Something grabbed him.

- Something?

- It was something big.

I already told the Sheriff

but he doesn't want to hear it.

Whatever it was, it dragged
Freddie back into that house.

- Yeah but we checked and
we didn't find anything.

- I'm telling you

something grabbed him

and it's gonna come and grab me.

- You're safe here.

- I don't think so.

Whatever it was it was very,

very big.

- [Sheriff] Hey Roy, what
y'all doing back there?

- We're having sex,
what do you think?

- You have got to
let me out of here.

Please.

- I gotta go.

(tense music)

(piano music)

(eerie screeching)

- Hey, help!

It's coming.

It's coming, dammit.

I hear it.

- It's just your imagination.

That's just Elvin.

- No, there's
something out there.

- What you two canoodling about?

- Don't even go there.

(eerie growling)

(eerie growling)

(eerie growling)

(eerie growling)

- You've gotta let
me out of here.

It's coming for me.

(eerie growling)

(screaming)

- Oh my God!

- No, don't leave me.

- Are you coming?

- [Sheriff] Why, I've got
to watch the girl here.

- You've got to
let me out of here.

- Dammit, I want you to shut up.

(eerie screeching)

- Oh my God.

- Buford.

(pounding)

- We've been expecting you.

- Are you sure you
want to be doing this?

- After what I saw
you got a better idea?

- You saw they Aminavoro.

- That's just it, I don't
know what the heck I saw.

I saw this body
disappear into thin air.

- On this earthly plain, it
is invisible to the human eye.

- You're telling us, it
swallowed Elvin whole.

- It took only the soul.

It never leaves the body.

- We track these things
by looking for clusters

of missing people,

usually within a 14 day period,

right after the new moon.

So far, you've got seven but
you could have five others

that we don't know about
within the last 12 days.

- Where is this damn
thing coming from?

- From a portal.

A portal to hell is like
a terrestrial wormhole,

a rip in the fabric
of our reality.

- Where is the portal?

- We don't know and that's
what we have to find out.

If we can close the portal

before this souleater
gets back in,

it will be destroyed and
the souls it has gathered

will be spared.

- Well, how do we
close this damn thing?

- With the orb.

Throw the orb into the portal
at midnight of the full moon

and it disrupts the
portal, thereby closing it.

- You got more of those?

- It's the only one.

Father Dolan is a devout man,

a man who believes so strong
that he's without fear.

The orb always returns to
the one that's without fear.

- How do you keep all this
from killing anymore people?

- Yeah, you got a
way of tracking it?

- We might be able to hear it

but because it's
invisible to us,

it would be very risky.

- What if we set a trap?

We got the perfect bait.

(tense music)

(piano music)

(tense music)

(motorcycle engine revving)

- Daddy, Daddy.

- You quite down back
there young lady.

(door creaking)

- Apparently, Southern
hospitality doesn't extend

to Bixby, Florida.

- [Gretchen] Hold
it right there.

- And good afternoon to you too.

- Don't you come any closer.

- I'm looking for my daughter.

- Daddy, I'm back here.

- And that would be her.

- Don't you try anything.

- What's your name.

- What?

- [Pike] What's your name?

- Gretchen.

- Well Gretchen, my name is Pike

and this is demon.

Funny, you don't look
like a Gretchen to me.

- And you don't look
like a big fish.

(laughing)

- She's got you
on that one, boss.

- So Gretchen, how come
you're tweaked tighter

than a banjo string?

- Lindy, back there,
said you were gonna slit

the Sheriff's throat.

- Well, are you the Sheriff?

- No, that would
be Sheriff Talley.

- Well, then you got
nothing to worry about.

(gun clicking)

Gretchen, you look
like a sensible woman.

- Easy.

He hasn't slit anybody's
throat, recently.

- [Lindy] Daddy.

- Hi kitten.

- [Lindy] Hey, Demon.

- Hey, kid.

You're in the shit again, huh?

- It wasn't my fault.

- I believe you.

- So, what are you charged with.

- Assault and battery
on a police officer

and resisting arrest.

- Sounds like your daughter,

the acorn, the oak.

- How many times have I told you

there's two things that
you don't swing at,

hornets nests and cops.

The result is always the same.

- Yeah, I know but Daddy you
gotta get me out of here.

- How about, maybe, I just
leave you in here for a change.

- [Lindy] No, you
don't understand.

- Oh, I do understand.

With you it just seems like
you have a nose for trouble,

why is that?

- This time there's
a thing after me

that's trying to kill me.

- What do you mean
there's a thing after you?

(motorcycle engine revving)

(door creaking)

- [Demon] Boss, I got a bad
feeling about this place.

- [Pike] It's an
old house, so what.

- [Demon] Bad juju,
I can feel it.

- D, stay out of my boots.

- Sorry, boss.

Boss, what are we looking for?

- [Pike] We're
looking for a thing.

Could be something,
anything or nothing,

you know Lindy.

- You don't think she's
doing drugs, do you?

- [Pike] She better not be.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

(eerie screeching)

Boss.

Boss, I think I hear something.

(slow piano music)

- What's your problem?

- [Demon] I just saw it.

- Saw what?

- The thing.

It just went out the door.

(slow piano music)

- What did it look like?

- It was just like kid said man,

it was invisible.

- You're not doing the
rope again, are you?

- Honest boss, no way, no way.

- You smell that?

- No, what?

- It's the smell of death.

- How do you know?

- Because it's something
you never forget.

- Well, looks like
they've gone to the diner.

Those pervs better
clean that room.

(eerie growling)

(eerie growling)

(screaming)

- You said you'd drop
the charges if I help you

but you didn't say
anything about this shit.

- Honey, I can't have
you running around.

We'd never get a
shot at that thing.

- You just can't get
lynching out of your system,

can you?

You grand old,
dragon, douche bag.

- Buf, is this necessary?

- We can't let her
go running around,

that damn thing would circle us

and we'd never know
how to find it.

Besides, she's safer here.

- Nobody's safe you dumb shit.

(screaming)
- You!

- No, no, no, don't Buf, Buf!

- My Daddy's in town.

He came for me but as soon as
he finds out about this shit,

you can be sure he's
coming after you.

- Let me tell you something

you little brat bitch.

I know all about your
father's criminal record,

all his drug dealing,

all his getting
away with murder.

Why, he's nothing
but a washed up

biker has-been.

- Who's still going
to slit your throat.

- Why, you little...

- [Roy] No!

- What the hell
is going on here?

- What is this, is this
your idea of perfect bait?

- What do you think
I'm gonna tie up a pig?

- Then it be your ass on
the other end of this rope.

- You want me to come
over there again.

- I'm hoping you do.

- Oh, shut up.

- Father Dolan, the church
outlawed this kind of thing

years ago.

- But the church doesn't,
really, appreciate

the full magnitude
of the problem.

- Yeah, you gotta break a
few eggs to make an omelet.

- Easy to say when
you're not the egg.

- But you're bound
by the church.

- Not anymore.

I've been excommunicated
for some time now.

- What?

- What is this bullshit, Talley?

- Take me.
- What?

- Take me, I'll be the bait.

- Yeah, take him.

- Oh, knock it off.

- Spencer, I'm going to need
you for the final moment.

Besides, the girl is not
really in any danger.

- But she's gonna...

- She's not in any danger.

- Are these things
really gonna do the job?

- These weapons have
been doing the job

for over 1000 years.

- Stepped out to the diner,

be back in one hour, Gretchen.

- Lindy's not here.

- Maybe they let her go.

- When in the hell
did they ever do that?

No, no, something's not right.

- We can check the
diner where she works.

- She works at a diner?

- That's what I heard.

- Talley, Sheriff Talley.

Talley, Sheriff Talley.

Talley.

Talley, Sheriff Talley.

(mosquitoes buzzing)

- Damm.

- Would you shut up,

you're gonna give
away our position.

- I ain't gonna let no
bloodsucking mosquito get me.

- You want a big
bloodsucker to get ya?

- Damn, it's so hot out here.

It's never gonna
know where she is.

- Shh, quiet.

Whatever you do
don't show any fear.

Fear attracts it.

It feeds on fear.

- Oh, now you tell us.

It's so damn hot out here.

It's never gonna find her.

Tell me.

- Where the heck are you going?

- To get a bigger gun.

(eerie growling)

- Cut me loose.

Guys?

Hey.

Guys!

(eerie screeching)

(eerie growling)

Hey guys, enough already.

- This is crazy.

- What are you doing?

- What do you mean
what am I doing?

How do you justify this?

- Spencer's right,
this is wrong.

- Don't you understand
these things must be stopped

at any cost, regardless
of sacrifice.

(eerie growling)

- Cut me loose.

- Are you crazy.

Something has to be done.

- Hey!

- I'm gonna stop this thing.

(eerie screeching)

(screaming)

- Oh my God.

- What are you doing?

- I am going to get her.

- You can't, it's too late.

- It's not in me
to just stand here

and do nothing.

- Spencer, no!

- You can't stop me.

- You are too valuable.

- I can't worry
about that right now.

- But how will I
know where to look?

I'm loosing me abilities.

- [Gretchen] Sheriff
Talley, do you copy?

Sheriff Talley, please respond.

Sheriff Talley.

Roy.

Is anyone there?

We have a situation here.

I need assistance.

Please respond ASAP.

(slow piano music)

- Lindy.

Lindy.

(slow piano music)

Lindy.

(eerie screeching)

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

(screaming)

- Roy.

- Spencer, Spencer.

Spencer.

It's too late.

Spencer, Spencer,

there is nothing
you can do tonight.

You're just gonna
get yourself killed.

- But I have to kill it.

- Spencer, tomorrow
night is the full moon.

- But I have to kill it.

- Spencer, tomorrow
night we can kill it.

- Where is Lindy?

Where is Talley?

- I don't know.

Please, don't hurt me.

- Boss.

- I'm not gonna hurt you,

you're not the Sheriff.

Now where is he?

- I told you I don't know.

I've tried him on
the radio dispatch.

I've called his wife.

Roy's missing.

His wife hasn't seen him.

We're all worried here.

- Gretchen, you look
like a sensible woman.

Now where is he?

(suspenseful music)

(praying in foreign language)

- And lead us not to temptation.

Those who trespass against,

lead us not in temptation.

Oh, our Father
who art in heaven.

(knocking)

- Come in, come in.

- On earth as it is in
heaven, give us this day.

Hallowed be thy kingdom
come thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this...
(screaming)

What?
- Where is my daughter?

- Do you realize
I'm the Sheriff?

- I don't give a damn if
you're the Lord almighty,

where in the hell
is my daughter?

- Who's your daughter?

- Lindy, Lindy Pike.

- Oh, sweet Jesus.

- Mr. Pike.

- I'm sorry.

We didn't mean...

- I am going to count to three

and then I am going
to gut you right here,

right now.

- Pike, we lost your daughter.

- What do you mean
you lost my daughter?

- She was taken by a souleater.

- Stop talking to me like a...

- We, we, we didn't mean to.

- Where is she?

- She's at the Sutter house.

- Alright, then you
and I are going there.

- Mr. Pike, we
can't go there now.

- And who or what
is going to stop me?

- Mr. Pike, we have to
wait till this evening,

when the souleater
leaves the house.

Then we can go in and
search for your daughter.

- It's true Roy saw it.

It took Elvin.

- I saw it.

- It's true, Mr. Pike.

Me and the Father, we've
been looking for it

for sometime now, they do exist.

- You have to believe
me, they are real.

It will try to return
through its portal

in the Sutter house

but it will leave the
house to feed first

and then we can enter the house

and close the portal

and try and save your daughter.

- I don't believe your crap

but it's only a couple
of hours until sundown.

Alright.

We'll go there after sunset

but if I don't find my daughter,

I swear to God I
am gonna slit you

from ear to ear.

(crickets chirping)

(eerie growling)

(door creaking)

Lindy.

Lindy.

- Mr Pike, if she's
alive we won't find her

until we're able to
kill the souleater.

- You better hope she's
alive and don't think that,

that shotgun is gonna
stop me from killing you.

- [Father Dolan] We
could use a hand here.

That is very old and priceless.

- What is it?

- The orb is an ancient and
very powerful instrument.

It's what we use to
close the portal to hell.

Someone did try
to steal it once.

All that we found of
him were his ashes.

- How'd you end up with it?

- I am the only one left alive.

The battle has been waging
for over 1000 years.

- Giving rise to what
people have referred to

as the grim reaper.

- The grim reaper.

- We're gonna meet
the grim reaper?

- Boss, I told you
this was bad juju.

- Just relax, D.

- Weapons of choice?

Here, take this.

- What is this?

- Silver tip bullets.

I noticed you have a glock.

- Silver, what are we
hunting werewolves?

- Something like that.

- Come gentlemen,
it's getting late.

We still have to
find the portal.

(drill buzzing)

- You need some help there?

- Nah, nah, I pretty much
got this down to a routine.

- Well, there's a back door too.

- [Spencer] Yeah,
I got that already.

(drill buzzing)

- [Father Dolan] Oh, shit.

- What oh shit?

- When the Sheriff told me
he had searched this place,

he didn't mention
anything about an attic.

I thought the souleater
probably bury the dead

in the yard around the house.

- Are you saying the
bodies are up there?

(door creaking)

- Where are you going?

- [Pike] Lindy.

- [Demon] Lindy.

- Lindy.

Lindy.

Lindy.

- Boss, boss, over here.

- From the descriptions of
the ones we've researched

who are missing,

I'd be guessing that
be Fred Moreland.

- Who's that?

- Fred Moreland, the boy
who was with your daughter

the night he disappeared.

- Lindy.

Lindy.

- [Demon] Lindy.

(growling)

- Pike, get down.

(growling)

- What was that?

- What the hell have you done?

You just killed some kid.

- He was already dead.

- What are you talking about?

- He was one of the living dead.

- Living dead, are we
talking zombies and shit?

- Something like that.

The souleater sucks
the soul out of them

but he leaves them in
a state of living death

to protect the portal.

- You mean there's
more of these suckers?

- 13 or more since the new moon.

- You wait till now to tell us

we're holding the ass
end of a shit stick.

(growling)

(growling)

- What was that?

What was that?

- It came from in there.

(growling)

(growling)

(growling)

(growling)

(groaning)

- God dammit, God dammit,

God dammit.

(screaming)

Oh God.

God dammit.

(screaming)

God dammit, God
dammit, God dammit,

God dammit.

(screaming)

(growling)

- [Pike] Move.

- [Father Dolan]
Spencer, are you alright?

- God boss, that's
one ugly zombie chick.

What kind of shit did
kid get herself into?

- Let's just find
this damn portal

and get this shit over with.

I want my daughter back.

(suspenseful music)

Don't move, Talley.

- So it's come to this, huh?

- I said don't move.

(growling)

- Put your guns
down, he's my cousin.

- No, he is not.

- God, want in the
hell happened to you?

(growling)

- He's not your cousin
anymore, Talley.

- What?

- Shoot him now.

- Do it now, Sheriff.

- Shoot him!

(gunshot)

- What the hell happened to him?

- Just that, hell
happened to him.

(yelling)

- [Pike] Lindy.

- [Father Dolan]
There's nothing in here.

(heavy breathing)

- [Pike] Are you
having a problem?

- No, I just gotta
catch my breath.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

(rumbling)

- Roy?

Roy.

(suspenseful music)

(scratching)

Roy.

Are you alive, Roy?

Where are you, Roy?

(scratching)

Roy.

(door creaking)

(loud crash)

(groaning)

(growling)

(gunshots)

(groaning)

- Don't you die on me.

I'm the one that's
suppose to kill you.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(groaning)

- Now do you believe me?

- D, you stay here.

- Father, you and I are
gonna check the last

of these rooms.

(door creaking)

(door creaking)

Lindy.

- Did you say something?

- No.

- This, this isn't it.

- You sure?

We don't have much time.

- I've been doing this
much too long not to be.

It has to be the last bedroom.

(sniffing)

What?

- It's coming.

- You have the gift, Mr. Pike.

- What are you talking about?

- I can see it in your eyes,

you're without fear.

You have the gift.

(scoff)

- Are you gonna be alright?

- Yeah, yeah, yes.

We have to hurry.

- Father Dolan, are you alright?

- I'll be fine.

I've got to find the portal.

- Lindy.

(door creaking)

- [Father Dolan] Mr.
Pike, I've found it.

- Oh man.

(heavy breathing)

(eerie screeching)

(growling)

- Lindy.

(growling)

No.

(banging)

(banging)

(banging)

- Oh man.

(banging)

(banging)

- Please God.

Oh God, it's not gonna hold.

(banging)

- Father and Son, the
Holy spirit, amen.

Our Father which art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

(banging)

(banging)

Demon, get Mr. Pike.

(banging)

- [Demon] Boss.

- Get out.

(growling)

(growling)

Get out!

- Oh shit.

God, I knew this was
gonna be bad, man.

(banging)

Holy be to the Father
and to the Son.

(banging)

- I could use some
help down here.

- [Demon] Hold on
Spencer, I'm coming.

(banging)

(growling)

(banging)

(growling)

- Lindy, I love you.

Come here.

(growling)

(gunshot)

(banging)

No, no, no.

(suspenseful music)

(banging)

(banging)

- The portal's
getting ready to open.

- Go, go quickly.

Go, God dammit.

I can't hold this thing forever.

(banging)

(growling)

(screaming)

(gunshots)

- I can't hold this much longer.

- When I bless this fruit.

Holy Mary Mother of God,

pray for us sinners now and
at the hour of our death.

Gentlemen, the portal.

It's opening soon.

I need the orb now.

- Where is Demon?

(banging)

- Mr. Pike, you must
close the portal.

It's the only way to
stop the souleater.

- What are you doing?

- You are the one
that has the gift.

You are the one, Mr. Pike.

- Dolan, come back here.

- Mr. Pike.

It's chosen you.

(supernatural buzzing)

(banging)

(banging)

- [Demon] It's coming in.

(eerie growling)

(groaning)

- Father, the Son,
the Holy Spirit.

Was in the beginning is
now and ever shall be

world blooded.

Hail Mary full of grace,
the Lord is with us.

(eerie growling)

Oh, hail Mary full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

(eerie growling)

Pray for sinners now and
at the hour of our death.

(screaming)

- [Pike] Dolan.

(growling)

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

(eerie growling)

(gunshots)

- [Spencer] Pike,
throw the orb now.

- Die.

(screeching)

(screeching)

(bell ringing)

- Welcome to my world.

(birds chirping)

(dog barking)

- Where.

- What?

- Where.

- North.

- [Pike] North it is.

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