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(silence)

(theatrical orchestral music)

(wistful, airy music)

(sloshy footsteps)

- [Voiceover] Tag, you're it, Elizabeth.

(rustling leaves)

(suspenseful music)

- I wonder where little gifls go when they die.

(breezy rustling)

(blood-curdling scream)

- [Voioeover] Elizabeth, what have you done?!

- You said it was my day.

Anything I wanted.

(blood-curdling scream)

(vacuum motor)

(heavy sigh)

- I swear, you are such a little hair factory.

Between you and Ben, I'm never gonna get this house clean.

Well, don't mind me.

(Screams) (rattle)

- Damn it, Ben, you scared the crap out of me.

Now what?

- It's everything, Stacey.

You, that dog.

Everything is out of order,

out of its place.

Let me show you again.

Everything must be stacked perfectly

with exactly one pinky's-width betwen each row.

Your pinkies are smaller than mine

so you'll have to adjust for that.

Got it?

- Maybe this will work.

- Anyway, I fixed it this time

but please, be more thoughtful in the future.

- You know, you're amazing.

Not a single can out of place

but you can't lift a single finger to help clean the house.

- My house, my dirt.

- Thought it was Mom's house?

- Was.

- Ben, you've gotta be realistic.

I can't stay here forever and just keep taking care of...

- No one is asking you to.

- Ben, you gotta learn to take care of yourself

or go somewhere someone else can.

If you would just let me try a little bit

of behavioral therapy, I know that I would be...

- Don't analyze me!

I'm not one of your case studies.

Now, please, keep that slobber bucket away from me.

(sigh)

(dog barks)

(laughs) - Good boy.

(stomping)

Oh, what are we gonna do with him?

The Caged Family by Stacey Lynch, PHD,

research, chapter one:

(Sigh) Subject has 0CD

and multiple phobias, the most severe of which

is agoraphobia.

Subject has been unable to leave his house

for 23 years.

Not even to attend his mother's funeral.

Uh, that's pretty screwed-up isn't it, boy?

Hmm?

What are we gonna do with him?

Well, I don't know but we're gonna have to try

to fix him.

But for now, we need a break.

Come on, that's a good boy.

(jazzy trumpet music) ♪ Let's dance,

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I'm gonna dance with Duke

(scat singing)

(lips smacking) (laughing)

(deep sigh)

Who want's to play ball?

Go get your ball.

Go get your ball.

(squeak) Gimme your ball.

That's a good boy.

((109 groans)

(squeaking)

(ominous music)

(dog cries)

(dark, evocative music)

(rustling leaves)

(dog barks)

Alright, already.

(dog barks)

Duke!

L just swept this porch.

You better run.

(squeaking) Come on.

Bring it here.

Come on, baby.

Come on, bring it here.

(squeaking)

(threatening music)

- This is not OK!

Get it off!

(footsteps)

(rattling and knocking)

(sloshy footsteps)

(dog panting)

(suspenseful music)

- No, not the dirt!

Get in this house right now, Benjamin Lynch.

You filthy little boy, you'll catch your death.

- No, Mama.

- It's none of your concern.

(footsteps)

- Ow.

Mommy, it burns.

(water dripping)

Mommy, you're hurting me.

- Now there's my sweet, clean son.

(rubbing)

(threatening music)

- My coconut water supply is depleted.

You were supposed to buy more yesterday.

- What are you talking about,

there's like 20 bottles in there?

- Those are for my smoothies.

You know that.

You have to go to the store now.

What if the weather is bad tomorrow or the car won't start?

Anything could happen.

It must be stocked now or I won't be able to sleep.

- I'm not doing it.

I'm not driving 20 miles to buy you the same thing

I'm not driving 20 miles to buy you the same thing

you already have.

Drink the left side waters, please.

- Fine.

I'll just dehydrate then.

You're so selfish.

- Selfish?

I dropped everything to come here.

My practice is hemorrhaging money so I can be your maid

and plan a funeral for a woman I couldn't stand.

- And there's another thing,

I asked you to put fresh flowers at her grave two days ago.

- Would you look at yourself?

You don't have a life because of Mom.

How can you still care about that crazy woman?

- She wasn't crazy.

She felt things, she knew things.

- She knew how to control you.

- She just wanted us to be safe.

You never understood her or me.

You left the first chance you got.

(ominous music) Please, Stacey,

she's our mother.

I'd take them myself if I could.

- Alright, I'll do it. (sighs)

(heavy breathing) Just so you know,

I'm not doing this for you.

I'm doing it for Ben.

You know, you really screwed him up.

And you were OK with it

because as long as he was sick,

he was never gonna leave you.

But guess what, now you're gone, and he's alone.

And now, he doesn't have the life he deserves.

But, you know what Mom, I am gonna change that

and give it to him.

(rustling leaves)

(dog groaning)

(dramatic music)

- Stacey, are you OK?

- I haven't felt this good in years.

(clap) Coconut water's on me.

(dog growling)

- Ah, get him off me!

- Come on, Duke.

Come on, boy, let's go.

Outside, outside.

What are you doing?

Come on, let's get outside.

Duke, come with me.

Duke, this way.

Come on now, Ben's not in the mood.

Let's go outside, good boy.

That's a good boy, come on.

(gasp)

(suspenseful music)

That's a good boy.

- Do you see what he has done?

He digs and he digs

and he brings the outside in.

Look at this!

- I'm sorry, he's a dog.

That's what dogs do.

- From now on, he stays out of the house.

The hair, the digging, the did.

No more.

- We'll talk about this when you've calmed down.

(dog barks) Hey, settle down, boy.

Hey, hey, hey-

Settle down, boy, settle down.

Come on, let's go.

Outside, outside.

Duke, come on.

Let's go, this way.

What are you doing?

Come here, boy.

Let's go outside.

Settle down.

Come on, let's go.

Outside, outside.

Duke, come on.

Come on, get outside.

Come on.

Come on, Duke.

Alright, here we go.

(heavy breathing) What has gotten in to you?

Whew, I thought you had a higher tolerance for assholes.

You're just gonna have to stay out here for now.

Not that I wouldn't be fine with you eating him

but he'd probably just give you a tummy ache.

Alright, you be good.

You stay out here.

- I've had enough.

He's got to go.

- We've been here for two weeks without any trouble.

He's just acting out because you're so hostile.

It'll pass.

- Acting out or not, I don't care.

He goes!

- Come on, you have to give him another chance.

- He can stay outside.

But you have to clean my comforter.

And I mean cleaned.

Boiling water and bleach.

(footsteps)

- Ah, that dog.

(suspenseful music)

(creaking)

Creepy-

(dog barking)

- Stupid dog.

(Creak)

(slam)

(startled cry)

- Damn it, Ben, you scared the crap out of me.

- I need my coconut water.

(Sigh) - Stop creepin' around.

- [Ben] I need my coconut water.

(sigh)

- Fine.

Excuse me.

(suspenseful music)

Hey.

Hey, don't worry, buddy.

Everything's gonna be OK.

Yeah. (bark)

OK, alright, honey.

You just behave until I get back.

Mom will bring you a treat, OK?

(lips smack) Alright, be a good boy.

- No.

No, no, little girl.

You're gonna get yourself killed.

What?

(barking and snarling)

(barking)

(snarling)

What?!

(barking)

What do you want?!

(Creepy music)

What the Hell?

Shit!

(growling and barking)

(barking)

(intense music)

Damn It, Stacey, it's not a barn.

(barking)

(footsteps)

(rattle)

(heavy breathing)

One for me,

and one for Duke.

(barking)

Make it two.

(clanging)

(barking and growling)

(grunting)

(panicked groans) (snarling)

(rattling)

(heavy breathing)

(slam) (snarling)

(scratching)

(sigh)

(heavy breathing) Good boy.

(scratching)

(barking and snarling)

Oh, shit.

(knocking)

(slam)

(barking)

(snarling and scratching)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- Stacey, your dog... (guttural voice)

Stacey! (guttural voice)

Sta...! (guttural voice)

(anguished groan)

- Hello?

(busy signal)

Jesus. (mumbles)

(car engine)

(suspenseful music)

Ben?

Duke?!

Duke?!

Ben?!

(growl)

Duke?

(barking and snarling)

What's wrong, boy?

(barking and snarling)

OK, stop it.

Duke, stop it right now!

(growling)

- [Ben] Stacey, somethings wrong with him!

(snarling and barking)

(panicked yelps)

(barking and snarling)

- [Ben] Duke, no!

(snarling and barking)

(panicked yelps)

- Oh my, God.

(barking and snarling)

(heavy breathing)

(phone ringing)

Ben, is that you? (guttural voice)

(guttural voice)

(suspenseful music)

(heavy breathing)

(rapping)

Ben, it's me.

Open up.

Open the door.

Ben.

Let me in.

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

He's out back somewhere.

- Something is seriously wrong with that dog.

(panting) - I don't know, he just...

He must be injured or sick or something.

I don't know, he's never done anything like this before.

I mean, he doesn't even chase squirrels.

- He's not normal.

I fed him two Xanax and he's more vicious than ever.

- What?!

You drugged my dog?

How dare you?!

I mean, he just probably had a bad reaction or something.

- He tried to kill me.

- [Stacey] Oh my, God. - Xanax doesn't do that.

(heavy breathing) I'm calling Animal Control.

- What?!

No!

He's just sick!

- Stacey, don't be a fool.

- Screw you, Ben.

(short panicked breaths)

(heavy breathing)

Where did he go?

- With any luck, off to die.

- You just can't help being a dick, can you?

I have to find him.

(eerie music)

Run.

(gasping)

(squeak)

(Padding)

(dramatic music) Close the door.

(growling)

No, Duke.

(barking)

Duke, stay.

(snarling and barking)

No.

Duke, please.

Please don't.

(snarling and barking)

Oh, Duke, please.

Please... (whimpering)

(snarling)

(anguished yell) (crack)

(rattling and clatter)

(slam)

Oh my, God, Duke.

I'm so sorry.

Ben!

(crying) Ben, help me!

(crying) Oh, Duke, I'm so sorry.

What is going on?

Ben!

Help me! (crying)

(footsteps)

- ls he OK?

- I don't know.

- The collar.

- I had to leave it there.

- Will they let you stay with him?

They should.

I'll take care of things until you get back.

- You take care of things?

You left me there.

- I didn't mean to.

I froze.

- You weren't too frozen to run!

("The Breath And The Promise" by James Beauregard)

(sniffling)

(knocking)

Go away.

- Just for me to say I'm sorry.

- Is there Xanax in it?

- No.

- Can I have one?

Make it two.

(crickets chirping)

(creepy ominous music)

(ticking clock)

(barking) (scream)

(intensely dramatic music)

(muffled, anguished cries)

(panicked gasp)

(slam)

(breezy rustling)

(footsteps)

- You know, I'm really reluctant to ask

but it is very important.

- What, Ben?

- You left my coconut water on the porch yesterday.

Now it is ruined.

- You have got to be kidding me.

You simply take the left side waters

and move some over to the...

ls this a game?

Are you playing a game now?

- What have you done?

You've moved my water.

(Sigh) - I haven't touched

your stupid water.

Why would I touch your water?

- So you wouldn't have to go back and get more.

- You know, I don't have the energy for this today.

(quiet squeal)

(rustling leaves) (gloomy music)

- I think we should talk about our situation.

- I'm done discussing coconut water.

- No, not that.

I mean, our living situation.

Well, you've been here for two weeks

and I don't feel like you're making an effort

- Oh, really?

- Wait.

I have more.

First, you mock me

and you treat me like a child

and then you make me beg

for what little help you do give.

I need you here for me.

And sometimes you're just plain hateful.

- Not trying?

Take a look in the mirror.

Hateful, sometimes

but you're ungrateful and lazy.

You know, since you won't accept any real help

from me anyway,

maybe you just don't need anyone here at all.

So, believe me, as soon as Duke's better, we're gone.

- Wait.

I don't want that.

I'm sorry.

Let's just try to treat each other better.

Can we agree on that?

- Sure.

Look, I need to tell you something.

Ben, I think you're getting worse.

I called a colleague of mine, Dr. Thompson,

to come out...

" No!

I'm not the crazy one.

Call him and tell him not to come.

- It's too late.

- Well, when he gets here than I'll just throw him out...

- What is it?

- Nothing, there's just a pretty girl

standing in the doorway.

- No there isn't.

That's the doctor you're gonna throw out on her ass.

Hi.

- Hi, how are you?

So good to see you. - [Stacey] Oh my, goodness.

Come in.

- Thanks.

And you must be Ben.

How are you?

- I'm uh...

- OK, we'll come back to you later.

- Cool house.

- It was a boarding school for gifls.

- Hmm. - [Ben] It closed in 1919

when the headmistress hanged herself.

- Ew, and you grew up here?

- She didn't do it in the house.

- Your brother seems so sweet.

- Yech, don't let him fool you, he's crazy.

- Crazy cute. - [Stacey] Mmm...

(lip) (scream)

- Everything OK in here?

- Look.

(suspenseful music)

Somebody should check that out.

(sighs) - I guess it's up to me.

- I guess, I guess I could go.

- [Stacey] Yeah, save it.

God.

(footsteps)

(sceam) - Stacey!

Are you alright?!

(scream)

- Stacey!

Please, say something!

- It's a spider!

L got m

That's weird.

(panting)

I don't see anything.

(sigh) Sorry-

I hate those little bastards.

Anyway, there's nothing up there.

Not a speck.

But I did find this really weird painting.

- I'm not staying in here.

- There's always Mother's room.

- That's where she died.

- Pass.

Anybody die on the couch?

(creepy choral music)

- So, last night was pretty strange.

Does that sort of thing happen a lot?

- Not so much.

- Your house is kind of freaking me out.

I did some research.

They said that there was a punishment room

where the headmistress locked up

the little girls for days.

- Not likely.

I know every inch of this house.

One of the benefits of being a shut-in.

Wait a minute.

That's her.

Stacey, that's the girl I saw petting Duke.

Her hair is cut up but that's her.

See, she even has the leg brace on.

- That photo was taken in 1919. so...

- Third from the left, Abbey Grace.

Hey, isn't that one of the names from your painting?

- After they closed this school, hmmm,

it was sold as a private residence

where, in 1943.

another little girl slaughtered her family.

- Any good news in there?

- Not really.

After she killed her family,

she hung herself from your oak tree.

- Wow.

- I don't get it.

How does a child manage to kill her whole family?

- I don't know, element of surprise?

- I'm gonna go in town, gonna go check on Duke.

- You're going in to town?

' [Stacey] Yeah.

I'll get your coconut water.

" Ben?

I'd like to help you with your issues.

Would that be OK?

Great.

So, you said that touching was a major challenge for you.

Let's just jump in with both hands.

(gasps) Sorry, hold on.

OK.

So, when did it all start for you?

Like, what age do you think?

Like, what age do you think?

See, it's good.

It's good.

Ben, you're doing so good.

Are you ready to take another step further?

Ready?

Good job.

And we're just gonna take

step.

You know what?

It's OK.

It looks like rain, anyways.

(blowing wind)

- Geez. (whoosh)

(slam)

(thud)

(whimpering)

- Ow, ow ow.

(panicked gasping)

Stacey.

Stacey!

Help me!

I'm in the basement!

Stacey!

Bridget!

I'm down here!

Help!

Please!

Please!

(panting)

- What in the world are you doing down here?

- I fell.

- [Bridget] Jesus, Ben, are you alright?

- I need a shower.

- You need to check on him.

(sighs) - He's fine.

Just a little dirty.

Hell, it'll probably do him some good.

- Stacey.

- You go, he'd rather you check on him anyway.

- Fine.

Ben?

Are you alright?

I knocked but you didn't answer.

- It's the craziest thing.

I was reviewing the footage from the basement

and, well, let me just show you.

- Footage?

- Yes, Mother had cameras put in.

(clicking)

I swear,

I saw something reach from the shadows and grab me.

You believe me, right?

- Of course I do.

- I can't, I'm sorry, I can't.

- No, you were traumatized.

It was wrong of me.

(unsettling airy music)

(thud) (Sighs)

- You're so stupid.

So stupid.

You're so stupid.

(Sighs)

(muffled, anguished cries)

Stacey, is there something wrong with your leg?

(muffled, anguished cries)

(suspenseful music) (gasps)

- What the Hell, Stacey?

- You got to be kidding me.

This is weird, even for his standards.

I can't even take this.

- Calm down.

We'll just put everything back.

- Put what back?

- This is too much, Ben, even for you.

- You really think I did this?

- Who else?

You stack shit everywhere.

Everything's lines up perfect and organized.

I'm sure by some sod of screwed-up logic of yours.

- There must be a simple explanation.

You could have done it without knowing, Ben.

" Me?

What about Stacey?

She's trying to drive me crazy

so she can write about it in her stupid book.

Yeah, I know about that.

You should write about yourself.

I'm not the one who had the breakdown.

- Stacey?

- What happened when I was 17

has nothing to do with this, Ben.

You're just messing with me.

- The video.

We can watch the video.

(clicking)

(snarl)

- Holy shit, what the Hell was that?

- It's Abbey Grace, look.

- Back it up.

- You saw it, right?

- Yes.

- Stacey, you too?

- Yeah, right, Ben, this isn't funny.

I don't know how you did that.

Stop screwing with me.

- I did nothing.

- Come on, guys.

Stacey!

- He rigged it somehow.

Just to get attention.

- I believe him.

- What?

- I'm not saying that he didn't do it

but maybe he just doesn't know that he did it.

- Well, either way,

I just can't do it anymore.

When Duke's better, I'm just gonna put him in a facility

and sell the house.

- He's all the family that you have.

Just don't make any rash decisions.

What if...?

- What?

- What if he didn't do it?

How would you explain it?

- I don't know, what do you think?

- Maybe we have some kind of

0CD poltergeist on our hands.

- So, you think my mother came back

and rearranged the kitchen?

(laughs) - Maybe.

I'm gonna go inside.

You coming?

- Yeah, soon.

- [Bridget] OK.

(plinky music box)

- How did you get out here?

(eerie music)

(dripping water)

(roar)

(heavy drumbeats)

(gasping)

(coughing)

(Sighs)

How was your bath?

(crying)

Are you alright?

OK.

(sobbing)

OK.

- It was like, something pulled me under

and Ben said that something grabbed him

and pulled him in to the basement.

What is it?

- I thought I saw Duke's reflection in the mirror

the other night.

I just dismissed it.

I just thought I was tired.

- I know a guy, his name is Roman,

he's like a spiritualist.

I can call him.

- I don't know.

I don't think Ben would let anybody else in the house.

- But think about it.

Weird things are happening.

Duke, he's like the sweetest dog I've ever met

and he tried to kill you.

- I know but the vet said it could have been Xanax,

a reaction to it or there could be some bacteria

in the system or something.

L just...

- Maybe it was but what if it wasn't?

(knocking)

- Yeah?

- Can I come in?

- Can I come in?

- Alright, sure.

- I'm sorry about earlier.

- We all are.

Tell him, Stacey.

(Sighs)

I'll call him now.

- You can use my phone.

It's the only land-line we have.

(muffled, anguished cries)

(intense discordant music)

(roaring scream)

- OK, I'll pick you up at the airport.

And Roman, thanks again.

- I hope this works.

- Yeah.

(simultaneous sceams)

- What the Hell, Bridget?

- Stacey.

(creaking)

(Creepy music)

(hobbling footsteps)

(muffled, anguished cries)

(hobbling footsteps)

(slam)

(car engine)

- Are you coming in?

- In a minute.

(slurping)

- Hey, gúy-

- [Ben] What's he doing?

- He said to give him a minute.

(knocking)

Anything?

- In a minute.

From what you've told me,

I think you have a restless spirit.

- A demon?

- No, a demon is a whole different story.

A spirit is usually just looking to move on.

(suspenseful music) - Move on?

- To the afterlife.

When we die, one of three things happens.

Our souls go to Heaven or Hell.

Sometimes something holds us here.

It's very very rare.

A spirit becomes violent

or even able to enter the human realm again.

- But, if that's the case,

why did it push me down the steps?

- And me in the tub?

- Rare, but not impossible.

There had to be evil and violence

that contributed to their death.

A touch of darkness enters their soul and drops it here.

It's consumed by evil and wreaks vengeance

on anyone it can connect to.

(gags and sniffs) (intense dramatic music)

- Stacey?

- It's OK.

Everyone has their own beliefs.

- Do we have a problem here?

- Not sure.

I'd love to look around, see if I can determine what it is.

- Can we help?

- No, just give me a couple of hours.

- But what if it is a vengeful spirit?

- Let's pray not.

(intense dramatic music)

(Creak)

(ominous music)

I'm gonna need my holy water for this one.

Goddamn it.

- Not a very promising start.

- I need someone to go into town.

- I'll do it.

- Take this luck charge of the sacrament

and fill it with holy water.

- OK.

(crunchy footsteps)

(thunderous crash)

(ominous music)

- I wonder where little gifls go when they die.

(snap)

(crunchy footsteps)

(heavy breathing)

- You OK?

- I need to be alone.

- What's going on?

- Out!

NOW!

(suspenseful music)

Bless this home and all who enter.

Please cleanse this home of all stagnant

and negative energy.

Fill this home with light, love,

and with positive energy of the highest vibration.

(rumbling thud)

Bless this home and all who enter.

Please cleanse this home of all stagnant

and negative energy.

Home with light and love

and with positive energy of the highest vibration.

(whoosh)

(slam)

(ominous music)

(shuffling steps)

(screeching screams)

- What's going on?

- You've got some serious shit going on here, man.

I tried but I can't help.

- What do you mean?

- You need to get out.

- I don't get out.

I don't get out.

- Calm down, Ben.

That's not an option.

- Listen to me, for your own safety,

you need to get the Hell out, now!

I'm calling a cab and I'm out of here.

" No!

- It's OK now.

I'm never gonna leave you again.

We'll never leave this place.

(Creepy music)

(metallic rattle)

(beeping)

(rattling)

- And hurry.

(intense dramatic music)

(panicked groan)

- Why was Roman's bag outside?

- [Ben] We've got problems.

- Roman's gone.

- What do you mean, gone?

- I don't know, he said he was calling a cab.

- He wouldn't have just left his bag out there, would he?

- Maybe he's still around.

- We should look for him.

Maybe he changed his mind.

- Yeah, Stacey and I can go look outside.

- You just stay and look in here.

- Roman?!

Roman?!

(suspenseful music)

- Roman?

Roman?

Roman?

Roman, are you here?

(gasps)

Crap!

- You wanna go out and play?

- What?

- Maybe he just forgot his bag

and got the Hell out.

(heavy breathing) Stacey?

Stacey. (breathy roar)

(thud) (gasp)

- What the Hell?

- You shouldn't take things that don't belong to you.

(roaring scream)

- There!

(eerie music)

- Holy shit.

Shit, shit!

Where is she, where is she?

Ben, where is she?

(slam) (snarling)

Stacey, please stop it!

(thud)

(banging) What are we gonna do?

- Let me think, let me think.

(banging) It's still Stacey

so we can't hurt her.

We just need to subdue her somehow.

(crash)

(whimpering)

(Creak)

(hobbling footsteps)

- No.

(Clunk) (thud)

- You said subdue her, not kill her.

- Check her.

- You check her.

- She's alive.

Help me tie her up.

(heavy panting)

Line is dead.

Anything?

- Battery's dead.

I've got a quick-charge adapter in my purse.

Shit!

- What?

- I left it in Stacey's car.

I'll go get it.

(groaning)

Stacey?

- Stacey,

how do you feel?

(guttural chomp)

(yell) (intense dramatic music)

(guttural roars)

(rip)

(crash)

- Things that belong to me were taken!

Now I take something of yours!

(screaming)

' Run!

(thunderous drumming music)

(guttural roars)

- Come on, Ben.

Come on, we gotta go.

- He's not.

I'll be back for you, brother.

(rattling)

(beeping)

- Oh, my gosh.

(growling) (heavy footsteps)

(roar)

(roaring scream)

- You know I never really liked you.

(crunch)

- Listen, bitch,

now you let go of my best friend.

So just get the fuck out of her!

(heavy breathing)

(creaking)

(buzzing)

(gasps)

(slam)

(thumping)

- Let me out, let me out.

(rustling)

(plinky music box)

- Are you ready to tell me where it is?!

I know you've got it.

I heard it.

Little girls

who lie

don't

get in

to Heaven!

I'll find it myself.

(rattle)

(ominous music)

(buzzing)

(thumping)

(heavy panting and whimpering)

- Abbey Grace!

I know you're a good girl!

I know what it's like to be trapped!

Maybe we can help each other!

Come to me!

Come on!

We can be friends.

(scraping)

Tell me what you want!

- Shhh.

- Damn it!

(intense dramatic music)

That's it.

(heavy breathing)

(blood-curdling scream)

(slam) (thud)

- I've got it.

I know what happened to you.

I know what you want.

- You only know what I allow you to know!

See what I allow you to see!

- Please, leave my sister alone.

- Please, leave my sister alone.

(guttural groans)

No!

(crunch) Ahh, stop it!

- Don't worry.

When I'm through with this night,

she will join you.

(hissing)

(guttural roar)

(snarling and hissing)

(creaking)

(growling)

(scraping)

(thud)

(scraping)

- Stacey!

Think of Duke.

He needs you!

(Crack)

(snarl)

- Hey!

(thwack) (thud)

- What are you doing?

That's my sister.

- That's not Stacey anymore, Ben.

Let's just lock her up and get the Hell out of here.

Come on, we'll come back with help.

(heavy panting)

Come on.

(guttural groans)

Come on, Ben.

Let's go, come on.

Come on!

- I can't.

- Yes you can, come on!

(thump)

' Ben!

- I can't.

- Come on, Ben, let's go!

(thump) - Just go.

' [Bridget] Come on!

- Just go! (thump)

(thunderous music)

(slam)

(thwack)

(guttural growl)

- No.

Stacey, no! (snarling)

Please, Stacey.

We're friends.

- I have no friends.

(slam)

(groaning)

(boom)

(thud)

(hissing)

(rustling)

(slam) (slam)

- Why be afraid?

(slam)

But that's who you are.

(slam)

- Here, take it!

- In time, this one sewed you.

And looked what you've let happen.

- You've done this.

Not me.

- Make it right, Ben.

Do what you think you must do.

This body will die.

They always do.

(Screams)

(crunching footsteps)

(suspenseful music)

(rustling)

- Bridget, thank goodness.

Are you alright?

- I think so.

Ben, what are you doing out of the house?

- Later.

We need to find Stacey.

(Creak)

- Where is she?

- I don't know.

(Click)

Stacey!

Wait here.

- OK.

(buzz)

- Stacey!

Stacey.

(footsteps)

You OK?

Stacey.

Stacey.

Stacey, it's OK.

It's OK, you're safe.

(crunch)

(painful groaning)

(guttural scream)

' Ben!

- Bridget!

Get out of the house!

(slam)

(thud)

(crash)

I put it back.

- You put nothing back!

- What do you want from us?

- Your life.

(yelling)

(Clunk)

(guttural groan)

(Clink) (Scream)

(thud)

(snarling)

(whumP)

(plinky music box)

(intense dramatic music)

(crunchy footsteps)

- [Voioeover] I told you, Abbey Grace,

Music is the devil's tease.

It will rot your soul.

Into the pit with it, girl.

(rattle)

What have we here?

- Please, it was my mother's.

It's all I have left of her.

No, it's mine!

(Crack)

(thunderous boom)

- Such a pity we lost another one to influenza.

(hobbling footsteps)

(intense dramatic music)

(guttural groaning)

(explosion) (guttural scream)

- Stop!

It's over.

- I've heard that before.

(heavy breathing)

Stacey,

is that you?

(moans) Stacey.

(sobbing)

(footsteps)

OK, love, my cab's here.

- OK.

(lip smack)

- I'll check on you next weekend.

- Thanks, Bridget,

for everything.

- Of course.

(solemn piano music)

- I'll walk you out.

I'm going in to town.

- OK.

(sweeping romantic music)

(lips smack)

- Whoa, what happened while I was busy being possessed?

(Sigh) Way to go, little brother.

(car engine)

(slam)

(Creak)

- Can I get some help?

- I don't think I can do much but...

- Not you.

(whistles)

(Padding)

- Duke, oh.

I'm so happy to see you.

Oh, my God I missed you so much.

Hi, oh my gosh, my good boy.

- Baby steps.

(laughing)

(squeak)

(rustling)

Duke!

(whack) (blood-curdling scream)

(plinky music box)

(gloomy vocal music)

(plinky music box)

(gloomy vocal music)