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I'm tired of this!
It's not normal!

Lower your voice.

I'm done walking on egg shells!

He's out
of control. He's violent.

Punching holes in the walls,
he scratched your face.

It's an accident.

Wake up, Grace.

He has problems
we can't help him with.

Yes, we can!

Listen, there are places...

- No.
- They're not that bad.

A year, maybe less.
And they can help him.

No, Daniel. I'm not sending
my son away.

- Grace...
- I'll take care of him.

There'll be nothing
to upset him.

Grace...

That's enough.

Mama will take the best care of her
boy, hm? These walls will keep you safe.

I'll keep you safe.

Oh...

Not bad, huh?

Not bad?

How can you afford this?

I mean, I know you
just sold your first book.

Best seller,
thank you very much.

This is like... wow.

I was just as shocked
when the realtor brought me in.

Even more shocked when
she told me the asking price.

So there's something
wrong with it, then.

Bella, look at this place!

If there's something
wrong with this...

I'm good.

Well, you deserve it.

We deserve it.

Movers!

Thank you.

Those were the last of the boxes.
Have a good evening.

Good night.

What we need is some wine.

Yes.

Thanks for letting
me crash here for a while.

This is so much better
than that room I was renting.

For a while?
Stay as long as you want.

I don't know.

Carter and I might
move in together.

How's everything going
with you and Mr. Perfect?

Amazing.

It's tough, working at the same
firm, but I'm loving it.

I just hope he doesn't
get sick of me, or something.

Or you of him.
Remember, he's the lucky one.

And what about you? Any cute
guys at these book signings yet?

I don't have time
for any of that.

Come on, Molly!

It's about time you find
someone to enjoy life with.

That's why I have a sister.

Besides, I've got a book to write, and
this writer's block isn't helping at all.

I can feel my editor losing
patience with me.

I have a meeting with
her tomorrow.

Terrified.

You just had a best-seller.

Are you kidding?

She's constantly saying, "You're
only as good as your next book."

No ideas?

No, nothing.

You know,
for the first one I had...

The incident.

You know, I don't talk about it much,
but every now and then I need to.

You saved my life that night.

And for you to relive that as
inspiration for your book...

Hey, you did just
as much as I did that night.

Writing the book helped me
process it once and for all.

I don't know,
you just write scary stuff,

and suddenly the world
isn't as scary anymore.

Writing that book
and revisiting that night

might've helped you,
but just moving on from it,

that's what helped me.

I'm not scared anymore.

You were always
the worst liar.

Oh God, you scared me.

- Good night!
- Night.

What are you looking for?

I could've sworn I left the frying
pan on the counter last night.

That's odd.

Was it cold in
your room last night?

Maybe a little. You know old
places like this, drafty.

The superintendent
said they were working

on building renovations
or something.

Oh. Is there any way you could swing by the
grocery store again? We really need coffee.

Anything else?

Mmm... Shoot, I gotta get
going.

Um... No.

Just the coffee. I need my fuel.

They're just some idea.
You know, works in progress.

Deadly Lies They Tell
was a huge success for us,

Molly, but you're only as good
as your next book, right?

I love your writing.

The challenge is that readers

will move on too if we don't
keep your name out there.

I know what it's like to be under pressure.
I'm on the hook for this one too.

The publishing firm wants
me to find best sellers.

I think you have talent.

I just need you to get me
something soon.

Alright, in the meantime, we have
your book signing in a couple of days.

Let's have a great time
and meet some of your readers.

Give me a week, Heather.

It's right there, I can feel it.

I won't let you down.

Hey, sis.

It was the disaster I thought it
would be, I didn't have anything.

I'm here, sorry.

Yeah, I know. Dinner
sounds amazing, thank you.

And I got your coffee.

'Kay, gotta go.

Oh, my God! I'm so sorry.

No, I'm sorry, I'm...

I usually watch where I'm going.
Embarrassing.

- Here, let me grab it.
- No, it's okay.

I got it.
It's the least I can do.

- I'm such a klutz.
- You and me both.

Um...

Thanks. I need that stuff
in the morning.

Me too. Let me grab that.

Oh. Which way are you headed?

- Next block up.
- Well, I could head that way.

I don't want to bother you.

Not at all.

Dangerous killers don't

walk around with groceries.

You sure about that?

Uh, I'm Kyle.

Molly. Nice to meet you.

You too.

You know, these paper bags
are the worst.

You should get some reusable bags. You
won't have to worry about this happening.

I know, I usually do.
First time at that store.

Oh, you just moved in?

Yeah. Haven't unpacked yet.

Well, you're gonna
like the area.

It's a good neighborhood. I
can make show you around some...

- This is me.
- Oh, that was quick.

Uh... Here you go.
Easy. Got it?

Yeah.

So, uh... I guess I'll see you
around the neighborhood?

Maybe. Thanks again.

Maybe.

Maybe...

Ew.

So that's it?
You just let him walk away?

Yup. I can't help it.

All I see are potential stalkers
following me, like that creep before him.

Stop. That was your
imagination.

Well, I wish my imagination would kick
in when I'm in front of my laptop.

Still nothing?

I literally stared at my screen
all day, from every angle.

You're gonna get there.

Once your imagination kicks in,
there's no stopping you.

Now, what you should be doing is channelling
all this energy into finding a date.

I mean, maybe
that's what you need!

Take your mind off all the pressure
of starting the new book...

Maybe you're right.

I'm telling you,
it wasn't a dream.

I know what a dream feels like.

I appreciate the attempted
inspiration, I do.

I'm not trying to inspire you.

Okay, don't get mad.

I'm sorry. It just scared me.

It felt so real.

You used to do this
when we were kids.

You'd crawl into my bed saying there
was some monster or ghost, or something.

It was just a dream!
I'm sorry.

It's okay.
Maybe it was a dream.

Hey. I wouldn't
let anyone hurt you.

I know.

Mmm... Thanks for getting the...

decaf?

I know better than
to get us that.

Oh, my God.

This must be his.

I don't know what's worse,

that you let him walk away,

or that you let him walk away
with the real coffee.

Mmm.

I've had the most
unproductive day.

Take-out and a movie tonight?

Carter surprised
me with a candlelit dinner.

Like, probably the most romantic
thing I've ever seen in my life.

Sorry. Rain check.

I hate you.

You're the best.

"She didn't know why
she was chosen.

Was it her smile?
Was it the colour of her hair?

Maybe he saw her in the coffee
shop on the corner.

Or her favourite book store.

The bookstore with the books
she couldn't find anywhere else.

Or maybe fate led him to her
doorstep, to that window.

The window she should've locked.

The window that now is just a memory
he opens in her darkest dreams."

Thank you.

Thank you so much for coming.

Hello again.

I saw your picture in
the window the other day. I...

You read it?

I couldn't put it down.

You read the whole thing
in a few days?

I had some free time on my hands, and
I made some more time to finish it.

Kyle, right?

Yeah.

What'd you think?

You're...

an incredible writer.

Thank you.

I hope you don't think
this is too fan stalker.

Would you like to have dinner
with me sometime?

I don't know...

It's okay, I know.
I'm putting you on the spot.

No, you're not.

I'll tell you what.
Here's another contribution

to my new favourite writer.

And if you change your mind...

ball's in your court.
No pressure.

I am holding up the line.
Thank you.

Thank you for this.

Oh, I forgot.

What's this?

It's your coffee. Caffeinated.

I'm a decaf guy.

Thanks. You saved
me a trip to the store.

See you soon?

I'm so sorry.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Who can I make this out to?

You really need
to call this guy.

- I'm so behind on the book.
- Molly!

I don't need any distractions.

This isn't about distractions,

Molly, you and I both know that.

- Bella, don't...
- It's been four years!

I know how long it's been.

I know I should be over it.

I know somehow
you forgot about it.

I didn't forget about it,
Molly, I just moved on.

I did too.

At least I thought I did.

But every time I see a stranger look
in my direction it's like it's...

him, and...

Hey.

I don't want to be like this.

I don't. I want to pick up the phone
and call him, and get dressed up.

I do, but I don't think I can.

I felt the same way
for a long time.

Until...
Mr. Perfect.

Carter's not perfect.

He's just... perfect for me.

You can find the perfect
guy for you too, Molly,

but you're gonna
have to start trusting

the world around you and step
outside of your comfort zone.

Take a chance.

I'll get there. I'll try.

Promise?

Promise.

Okay.

I gotta get going.

Again? Are you
my roommate or his?

I'm working on the latter.

Hey, Heather!

Everything coming along?

Yep, absolutely! Working hard.

Can we see something tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Are you sure we can't just push
it a couple days?

I want to make sure
I give you something solid.

I need is ASAP, and it's
gotta be great, kiddo.

Okay.

Hello?

Hello?

Hi, this is Molly. Bachman.

We met the other day.

I was hoping that you'd call.

I started reading
that page-turner of yours again.

Now you're just
embarrassing me.

No, I love it.

So, I was wondering if that...

dinner offer was still open.

Like maybe tonight?

Hello?

Uh, yeah. Yes. Absolutely.

I know a great Italian place
called Fratelli's on 17th Street.

Shall we say seven?

Seven is perfect.

See you then.

See you then.

You really need to call
someone about the heat.

You look amazing!

Are you sure?

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Maybe I should be focusing on
the writing.

I don't think I can
put Heather off...

Don't start that.

I know it's hard
for you to trust people.

That's not it.

But sooner or later,
you're going to have to.

You've come so far.

I mean, maybe this
is the last step you need.

Maybe. Can I get that necklace
that you borrowed?

What?

Nothing. The gold one?

How many of my necklaces
do you have?

Molly, this light still
doesn't work.

We gotta get bulbs. Just use
the bedside lamp for now.

Can you zip me up?

- That isn't funny.
- I thought you heard me.

You gave me a heart attack.

Come on. Zip, zip.

Hey, were you
here earlier today?

Are you kidding? We were
swamped at work. Why?

The copy of my book was...
Never mind.

There you go.

What do you think?

Complete, unfiltered honestly.

I think his jaw
is going to drop.

Now, remember what I said.

Throw all caution to the wind.

I deserve this.

Got it.

And I want to hear every
single detail tomorrow.

You know I can turn
this room into an office.

I'm so glad you called.

I thought I scared you away.

No, not at all.

But I haven't been
on a date in...

It's been a while for me too.

I find that hard to believe.

That is exactly
what I thought about you.

But we are here.

We're here.

So, you know what I do.
What about you?

I'm in real estate.
Residential, mostly.

You know, some business
developments here and there.

I just bought
my first apartment.

- Bought?
- Mm-hmm.

Nice!

Yeah, best-seller.

Of course. It's currently

my favourite book.

But, um, I thought

the building I dropped you
off at was all rentals.

Only a real estate agent
would know that.

Guilty as charged.

You saw me leave!

But it's the city,
you gotta be careful.

Regardless, I am impressed.

Oh, trust me, don't be impressed. I'm
beginning to think I'm a bit of a fraud.

Why would you say that?

I'm supposed to be writing my
follow-up novel, and I'm weeks behind.

What are you doing
here with me?

You cold?
A little bit.

You're going to freeze.

The cold never
bothers me much.

Well... This is me.

For real this time.

This... is you?

Yeah, top floor.

Top floor?

Are you okay? Looks like
you've seen a ghost.

I'm... I'm sorry.
I shouldn't say anything.

What is it?

Well, I think that's the apartment
with an interesting history behind it.

They didn't say anything?

Just that it had been
on the market for a long time.

Huh. Well, okay, by law, they
should've revealed that information.

It's an old penthouse property.

It's had one owner
for generations.

The last owners were a husband, wife and
son, and they all just vanished one day.

Oh, my God.
What happened to them?

Nobody knows.

They think that maybe
they took a ride down the coast,

and went off the road,
and haven't been found.

Or maybe that they moved to another
country to avoid some tax evasion thing.

Like, who knows?
It's a total mystery.

I had no idea.

Yeah. Well, they also think,

possibly, the father
killed the wife and son.

Oh my God. That is crazy.

Well, here's the thing,
and I'm not trying to scare you.

I don't scare easy.

The apartment was a rental
for a while before it sold.

And?

Apparently, there were
these strange happenings.

Anyone that signed
a lease was out in a month.

Interesting.

That doesn't creep you out?

No. Something happened in my
old apartment a few years ago.

And ever since then,
I don't scare easily.

And that is more of
a second date story anyway.

So, maybe sometime you can
show me this infamous apartment.

That...

was not a line.
It was kind of a line.

- I know, I'm sorry.
- No! It wasn't.

Well, you should
get back to writing.

Thank you for tonight.

I'm really glad you called.

Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt
to let you take a peek,

if you want to see the infamous
place from the inside.

I'd love that.

Wow.

Amazing, isn't it?

It's beautiful.

I love this style.

You don't see places
like this anymore.

Everybody buys up
or inherits the old properties,

guts them out, and resells
them for triple the price.

It's what I love about
old apartments like this.

It's the history.

So much has happened here,
and these walls...

They hear it all.

What?
Nothing.

You just remind me...
Of...?

Me. I mean, I don't know
a thing about real estate...

But when something grabs me,

it really grabs me.

And it's hard to let go.

Hmm.

Well, I obsess
about architecture.

And you...

You obsess about a good story.

Sort of the same thing.

There's nothing wrong with that.

I should go.
No.

Don't.

Hey, it's just me.

How are you?

I woke you up?

I heard a bang.

Oh, sorry, yeah,
I stubbed my toe.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I just...

I'm just having
trouble sleeping.

Well, new places
will do that to you.

I wake up and it's like
I'm somewhere else.

Just bad memories.

A second date story?

- Yep.
- Oh.

Well, it is past midnight,
so technically...

- I can't, sorry.
- That's okay.

No, no it's not.
I've been like this for a while.

It's hard trusting people.
Tonight...

- Hey, if I move too fast...
- Tonight was amazing.

I almost cancelled.

My sister told me
to throw caution to the wind,

and I'm glad I did.

Whatever happened to you,

you are safe with me.

I know.

Shoot.

Good morning.

I completely spaced.

I got a busy day and another
book signing tonight.

I'm gonna hop in the shower.

Stay as long as you want,
just lock the door behind you.

Will do.

Can I, uh...

Call you for that second date?

Second, third, fourth...

"So what began as a fun,
relaxing night enjoying

a horribly wonderful romantic
comedy with my best friend..."

Um. "...became my worst
nightmare.

It wasn't a romantic comedy with
fits of laughter and romance,

but a horror movie
that I couldn't escape.

And in reality,
would never escape."

Thank you.

Thank you for coming. Bye!

Wow! You're famous!

Miss Bachman?
I'm Detective Kramer, Metro PD.

Metro PD?

I'm sorry to bother you.

Weren't you the one following
me the other night?

What?!

Yes...

This is awkward.

I'm working on a case
you might be able to help with.

Your new address was flagged in a
possible cold case investigation.

Cold case?

Ah... Perhaps I've said
more than I should here.

You can just give us a call.

We'll set up a time for
you to come down to the station.

Look, I'm, uh...
I'm holding you up.

Just promise to give us a call?

Okay, I will.

Hi.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Okay.

So, detective,
you have me intrigued.

What is this mysterious
cold case

you think I can help with?

It's actually
about your apartment.

My apartment?

Are you aware of the previous
history of the building?

A little bit.

Oh, so you know about
the previous owners.

The entire family
that just disappeared?

Well, it wasn't
the entire family,

it was actually just
the father and son.

The wife had died of cancer
a few months before.

Oh.

I thought it was
the father who possibly

murdered the wife and son.

No, the detectives
believed that the son

actually murdered the father.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, he had a history
of behavioural issues.

He was homeschooled in that
apartment from a young age.

- Oh, wow.
- Mmm.

Yeah, his mother kept him
secluded in that apartment

well into his 20s.

Interesting.

It was actually
Gayle Waterford

who reported
Daniel Chambers missing.

- A relative.
- His mistress, actually.

Oh. I see.

And the son?

Ethan Chambers
is still missing.

So...

Is it possible
that the father and son

were just mourning Grace's loss?

Maybe travelling
together or something?

The last trace of Ethan
we had was a large withdrawal

from his savings account
his mother set up for him.

So, if they just vanished
into thin air,

how did I get this apartment?

The mistress was listed
as the sole benefactor

to your estate.

You're kidding.

It was Ms. Waterford
who actually

sold you the property.

This is all fascinating.

I just don't know how
I can help with it.

Well, you know, uh,
I was thinking, um...

You know, maybe there's
something we missed.

Something in the apartment,
a random piece of mail,

unusual people around, anything.

Nothing I can think of.

Well, if you notice anything,

anything at all,
please give us a call.

- I will.
- Alright.

What an interesting story.

Something for your next
novel, maybe.

Maybe.

Yes?

Do you like sushi?

Even better than Italian.
How'd you get in here?

I caught the door.

I know you've been writing
all day,

I thought you might be hungry.

Oh, my God. This was so good.
Thank you.

I hope you didn't mind
me dropping in.

I'm glad you did.

You were right,
I needed a break.

So, tell me about
the new book.

No, I don't want to jinx it.

I just want to revel in the fact
that I actually,

finally had something
to turn in.

Well, I'm glad I can be here
to help you celebrate.

Me too.

Ah!

Hey, hey, hey!
It's me, it's Kyle.

You're okay.

Come here, come here.

Come here. Jeez, that must have
been one hell of a nightmare.

It's alright. I got you.

- I'm sorry.
- Hey. Don't be.

Are you okay?

I thought I was.

I thought writing that book
would make it all go away

but it just keeps coming back.

What keeps coming back?

It was a few years ago.

They said he entered
through the window.

I was asleep.

Bella was too.

I didn't hear him come in.

I just...

felt him.

If you scream, if you resist,

she's the one I'll hurt.

He found things.
Personal things.

Collected them on the table.

My father gave me the music box
when I was a little girl.

I loved it.

It was like he was prolonging
what he was going to do.

And then I could feel
something behind me.

It was Bella.

She was cutting me free.

Suddenly, he realized
what was happening.

Help us!

Neighbour was yelling,
"What's going on?"

What's going on?
Help us!

It scared him.

And he took off.

Molly.

I am so sorry.

It's okay.

It's just been a while
since I thought about it.

Writing the book really helped.

But before that,
I couldn't sleep.

Every little sound woke me up.

Every shadow was him.

But I just...

locked it away.

Well, maybe you should try
talking to someone again.

The writing was my therapy.

When I started writing
that book,

everything just came out of me
and onto the pages.

It's like...

it's creeping back in.

Now everywhere I walk,
everyone's a creep.

Even guys with groceries.

Even guys with groceries.

Oh my God, Bella,
it was so sweet.

Yes.

I had been writing for hours

and he just showed up
with sushi.

But don't you think a double
date with my sister

and her boyfriend is a bit much?

I insist.
I wanna meet this guy.

It's just dinner.

He's not going to want to.

Sounds like fun.

Is he still there?

Molly Bachman!

Good morning.

Good morning.

I know a great place.

So, tell me about
this big idea

that you sent in to your editor.

I will.

Um, let's save it for dinner.

- Tell me it's not...
- Nope. You were right.

And it's time to move on.

I'll see you at dinner.
Love you.

Love you.

What, you're shifting
to true crime now?

I heard about that story
through the firm

when I first started.

We handle a lot of the major
real estate contract cases

and it's a pretty
interesting case study

where the mistress
is a benefactor, but...

You'd have thought that
the estate was left to the son.

Apparently, they didn't
get along too well.

And no other
next of kin, right?

Apparently not.

That's just creepy!

I think it's fascinating.

Aw, I know that look.

I was writing
for hours yesterday.

It's just writing itself.

I sent a concept to my editor.

Fingers crossed.

Well, here is to the next
best-seller.

Thank you.

- You okay?
- What? Yeah, I'm great.

That was fun.

My sister,

she's probably already planning
the wedding in her head.

Hey. What's going on?

Do you really think
it's a good idea

for you to write that story?

I mean, I'm just...

You're having those
nightmares and memories.

Maybe you should think
about writing something else.

I'm fine.

I am.

I slept like a baby last night
after I told you what happened.

Maybe you were right.
Maybe I just needed

to talk to someone.

You.

I guess I just gotta get used
to that entranced stare

your sister talks about so much.

Oh, I'm just excited.

And the words haven't been
flowing, I just hope that my...

editor likes it.

Speak of the devil.

How's my favourite editor?

I love it. You've really
got something here.

True crime is hot.

And it's about time
you move away from fiction

and start embracing
the truth in your stories.

How did you know?

Kiddo, I have been

in this business long enough
to know the difference

between fiction and non-fiction.

But if you're gonna do this,

you're gonna have
to do it right.

True crime is another beast.

I'm going to bring this
to our publishing partners,

but I need something
more concrete.

Take a couple days,

see what you discover,
find that extra twist,

and we've got another
best-seller.

Alright. Extra twist.

I'll... I'll dig in.

Thanks so much, Heather.
Appreciate it.

Is everything okay?

I think she loved it.

But it's not ready.

I've got a ton
of research to do.

Rain check on the rest
of the night?

Of course.

Hello?

Hey.

That was fast.
How'd you get here so quick?

I was just down the street.
What's wrong?

You're not gonna believe this.

Did you do this pulling
the cabinet off the wall?

No, it was already there.

That's why it's so cold
in the apartment, I think.

Kyle, no, I heard something.

Someone.

Well, which was it?
Something or someone?

I don't know.

Ugh. Ow.

Wow.

Well, I don't see anything.

Or anyone.

What is it? Another apartment?

I've seen these before.
On some older properties.

Sometimes a place will have
a fire or some damage

and instead of spending money
and refitting it,

they close it off at the wall.

I don't see any
burn marks or anything.

Who knows?

Who knows?

Well, is it my property or...?

Uh, well, I guess I could
go downtown

and check the building records.

- And what about what I heard?
- Molly, there's no entrance.

You probably heard a piece
of drywall falling.

Maybe an animal.

Hey. Come here.

I'll tell you what.

There's a hardware store
just down the block, okay?

I'll run over, I'll get some
particle board, some nails.

And we'll cover it for now

and I'll patch it up
over the weekend.

You can write,
I'll pound the hammer.

Sound good?

Come on.

- Thank you.
- No, thank you.

I thought I was done
with that apartment.

Belonged to a, well...

A dear friend.

Yes. I know.

That's why I wanted
to talk with you.

I loved him.

I did.

But I felt horrible for sneaking
around like we did.

Their marriage was long over.

- Did you know the son?
- Ethan?

No. I never met him.

I only know what Daniel told me.

They were close?

They didn't get along well.

Ethan was very disturbed.

Daniel didn't know
how to deal with that.

His mother was
the only one that could.

He was that troubled?

It became worse
after she died.

Must have been hard for him,
losing his mother.

He became delusional.

Ethan believed his mother
would come home again.

In the end,
Daniel had had enough.

He wanted to, um,

have Ethan institutionalized.

You know, so he could have
a place that could help him.

Then one day,
I didn't hear from him.

No call, no note.

Nothing.

I am so sorry, Gayle.

Sometimes you just have
to face your fears, huh?

You move on.

Yeah.

You do.

Kyle, it just broke my heart.

She seemed so sad.

Listen, I'm more worried
about you.

Maybe you shouldn't have opened
this Pandora's box.

I know. But this whole story
just sucked me in.

Did you find anything else
about my apartment?

No.

Not much with only one
owner for so long.

But I will check with
the building inspector's

office tomorrow.
Okay. Let me know.

I will.

I really gotta figure
some stuff out tonight.

Miss you. I'll see you soon?

See you soon.

Bella.

Hey stranger.
I was just gonna call you.

Hey. Were you here earlier
today? At the apartment?

No. Why?

I just...

misplaced something.

Are you okay?
You sound kind of scared.

No. I'm fine.

You know me. I'm probably

just a little scatter
brained or something.

You know how I get.

I'll see you tonight?

Tomorrow night. I promise.
Sister time.

I'd like that.

Have a good... night,
say hi to Carter.

Bye.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I know we had plans for tonight,

but could we hang out
tomorrow night instead?

I really think Molly
needs some sister time.

Yeah. Sure. No problem.

Is everything okay?

I hope so.

Shoot.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Come on Bella, where are you?

Bella, it's me.

Look, I know you're probably on
some magical date with Carter,

but...

Maybe you could talk me out
of what I'm about to do.

Bella, it's me.

Look, I know you're probably
on some magical date

with Carter, but...

Oh, my God...

Maybe you can talk me
out of what I'm about to do.

Oh, my God. Bella's room.

Come on, come on, pick up.

Ethan.

You remind me of her.

My mother.

I always thought
she'd come back.

Somehow, someway.

I couldn't let this place go.

It was all that I had left.

And he wanted to get rid of it.

Just like he wanted
to get rid of me!

Please.

She was right.

It keeps me safe.

This is my home, Molly.

My home!

He told me about
the other woman.

The bitch.

He told me they were
gonna run away together.

He was gonna sell my home.

Send me away.

I didn't want to kill him.

But I did.

I had to.

The hammer going through
the wall gave me an idea.

And then I discovered it.

It was like...

Like she was showing me the way.

It was an old elevator shaft

with an access ladder
to the basement.

No one had been down there
for decades.

I wouldn't have to worry
about his body anymore.

It was the perfect solution.

This was the perfect compromise.

I could still have my home.

It was like
my mother always said,

these walls would protect me.

That's all I ever wanted,
was to stay here.

In my home.

And even if... even...

If I...

couldn't have it all to myself

and I had to share.

It was better than nothing.

You...

came to the apartment.

You would come into the apartment
when I would leave, didn't you?

It was my home.

You took my music box.

You said you didn't
want it anymore

and I didn't want it
to haunt you,

like it clearly was.

And the hole?

In the bathroom?!

You were watching me.

What was your plan, Kyle?

I fell for you, Molly.

From the moment I saw you.

And I...

I think you did the same for me.

What was your plan with me?!

That we could live here...

together, Molly.

Forever.

Wait!

Ah!

Molly. Molly.

Open the door, Molly.
Open the door!

Open it...

Open the door, Molly.

Molly! Get back here!

Molly! Molly!

Molly, open the door!

Molly?

Molly?

Molly?

Are you in there?

Molly?
Bella! Run!

Molly!

Molly! Molly!

Molly...

Not again, not again!

Shh! Shh! Shh!

You don't want to hurt
your sister, do you?

You can save her, Molly.

Come out!

Or this time, you can lose her!

Molly!

Stop.

You were right.

It doesn't need to be like this.

I can see that now.

Ethan.

We can keep this place together.

Yes. We can.

These walls can
protect us both.

I'm still scared.

But we can protect each other.

Here, it's ours now.

Yours and mine.

- Your sister...
- Won't say a word.

I promise.

These walls will keep you safe.

I... will keep you safe.

Bella...

Go!

Molly.

Save me, Molly.

Molly, I can't.

There's only... one way

I could stay here forever,
Molly.

The other officers
are investigating the scene.

We'll have an update
for you shortly.

Detective! I think
we have something here.

Looks like a body
wrapped in sheets.

We're gonna need forensics.

"We spent years running away

in our own ways
from a nightmare.

Only to run straight
into another.

And it was there that we,

my sister and I,

decided not to run any longer.

The nightmares come and go.

The memories fade with age,
like healing scars.

But our legs, our hearts,
and our minds?

They're tired of running.

We stopped and faced
our fears that night.

A night that we'll never forget.

But a night that we won't allow
to haunt us anymore."

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