¶¶
[dramatic music]
[footsteps plodding]
[music continues]
[gasping]
-No! -Yes!
¶ When I come home at night ¶
¶ She will be waiting ¶
¶ She'll be the truest doll in all this world ¶
¶ I'd rather have a paper doll ¶
-Ina!
Ina! Ina, get up!
Come here.
You, you need to go right now!
Get up! You need to go! -You're scaring me.
-Please, listen to me.
[indistinct whispering]
[baby crying]
Ina, you have to go! Right now!
Please, please, just leave!
Ina, leave me! You need to get out of here right now!
Now!
[both screaming]
-The Lord has delivered you unto me
and I will take thy head from thee!
[both screaming]
[indistinct chatter]
- 1912, the year that marks the sinking of the Titanic
the debut of the Oreo cookie, just look it up
and also one of the puzzling and notorious
murders in Iowa history.
Today marks 100 years since the Villisca axe murders.
-A century-old unsolved axe murder
eight people hacked to death
has intrigued twenty-first century forensic scientists
and investigators around the world.
-Okay, I think I just saw something
move behind the camera.
If this is Lena or Ina, please let me know you're in here.
Lena?
Ina?
[static crackling]
Hello?
-And finally, we've reached the number one
most haunted place in America.
- I'd been a paranormal investigator for about 11 years
and up to that point, I'd never..
- The most grisly, terrifying, unsolved murders
of the 20th century.
[cellphone ringing]
-Okay.
- You have 1 new message.
- Hey, Caleb, this is mom.
Um, I have to do a double shift today, so I won't be home
until at least after nine or ten tonight.
Just a reminder, tomorrow before you leave
I'd like to, um, visit the cemetery, of course..
[instrumental music]
-Too early to start celebrating?
-I'm being sad.
-Come on, man. It's your last day of school, ever!
- Denny. - Yo?
- This town blows, man.
-Ha ha, tell me about it, dude.
-You don't know. -Yeah, I know.
-You don't know.
[music continues]
[school bell ringing]
[honking]
-Excuse us! Coming through!
We survived.
-Thank you for the ride, Denny.
-Of course, buddy.
-Alright, what are we doing tonight?
-Oh, all will be revealed this evening.
-Gotta tell ya, Denny, I will not miss your cryptic bullshit.
-What are you talking about? You love my cryptic bullshit.
It's like one of my major features.
-Shut up. No, you did not.
Ooh, look who's here, everybody's favorite faggot.
[laughing]
-Why don't you back off, Connor?
-Yeah, I'm not talking to you, freak.
God, I haven't seen you since, what, last summer, buddy?
Underneath the bleachers, remember?
You had Jerry Fletcher's dick in your mouth.
[indistinct yelling]
-Caleb! Caleb, stop it!
-Fucking psycho. Just like your old man.
Oh, yeah! Hit me, come on, do it!
-Stop! Shut up and back up!
Do you want me to call your dad again?
-No, ma'am.
-And Dennis, what are you doing here?
-I'm sorry, Mrs. Flanks.
I -- I just thought it'd be nice to give Caleb
a ride on his last day.
-I'm sure he'd love that. -Fuck you, Connor.
-Not one more word!
It's a nice sentiment, Dennis.
But would you please take your little bike
and get off my campus?
-Sure thing, Mrs. Flanks.
Later, Caleb.
-Bye, buddy.
-Boys, the gymnasium is this way.
Why don't we all go together?
- Oh my gosh, you have to see this.
-I know, I heard about it all this week. So excited.
- Excited? - You know what I mean.
-I do. I bookmarked it.
[both laugh]
-Hey, bitch. -Dude.
That girl in the bathroom, she passed out.
You wanna know -- -What what?
- The new girl! The new girl from Chicago!
- Fuckin' camera! Give me the camera.
[indistinct yelling in video]
[hooting in video]
-What's your name? - I'm Connor.
-Connor? - Yeah.
[chuckles]
- You guys are weird here. - What do you mean, here?
- In Iowa. - What's wrong with Iowa?
-Who lives in Iowa?
I live in Iowa.
[Connor laughing]
Connor, we live in Iowa.
[heavy breathing]
[Jess moaning]
- That can't be her.
- Don't be stupid. It's definitely her.
[school bell rings]
-Hi.
-Hey.
-What do you want, Rob? -Connor wants to talk to you.
-Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen.
-Everybody knows you're gonna come crawling back.
Slut.
What do you want? -Nothing, man.
Such a bitch. -Yeah.
-Hey, did you see what I wrote on her locker?
-No, man.. -It's right here.
-Oh, fuck!
Ah! Oh, shit!
He started it. -Go to the nurse.
You, in my office. Now.
Come on. Quick time.
-Sorry about that.
-Don't be. Kid's a jerk.
I told you if you just focused
you'd be in and out of here by the end of the month.
Any plans?
-I'm leaving for Omaha tomorrow.
My uncle owns a motel.
Said I could have a job
if I had this.
-Well, listen, before you take off
I'd like to have a little chat with you.
I know this has been a difficult time for you and your mom.
But, Caleb, when you walk out that door
there's nothing else I can do for you.
-I wasn't expecting you to.
-That's not what I meant, Caleb.
I know you're a smart kid.
But life is about the choices we make.
And we have to do our best to make the good ones.
Otherwise, we get stuck living in the bad ones.
[police siren blaring]
Okay.
Let me know how it goes in Omaha.
[camera chimes]
-Hey, guys.
So today's a pretty exciting day for me.
For the final outing
of the Maryville Paranormal Institute
we will be visiting the boss fight of ghost houses
Villisca.
As always, I will be joined
by my best friend and fellow ghost hunter, Caleb.
Countdown begins now.
Tonight.
The Villisca axe murder house.
Love you, mom.
- You've gotta know, Jess, in a couple of months
all this shit's gonna go away.
-It's already been a couple of months, Ellie.
And, today, while I was at school
two girls were watching it again.
God, I hate this place.
I miss you guys. I miss Chicago.
-Well, get your ass back here
and stop hanging out with farmers.
[Jess chuckles]
-Uh, you know, actually
this kind of cool thing did happen today at school.
-Yeah?
-So Rob came up to me today and was like
"Connor wants to talk to you."
And I just walked away
and he was yelling all this mean shit at me.
And then this other kid, I think his name is Caleb
he went up to Rob and just
slammed his face into the locker.
-What? -Yeah.
It was awesome.
-Yeah.
Okay, uh, what's his last name?
-Um..
-Hirsche? -Hirsche.
What? How did you --
-Facebook. Geographic search.
Perfect for stalking. -Oh, my God, you're creepy.
-Wait a minute. -What?
-He's got his address on Facebook.
-And? - Go!
[laughs]
-No, Ellie.
-Look, at least go tell him
to take his fucking address off Facebook!
Jess, you're a Chicago woman.
Do this, bitch!
Come on!
-Okay, okay, okay, fine. Whatever.
I'll go...to his house.
But if I get murdered, it's totally your fault.
Girl, please, nothing ever happens in Iowa.
-Give me that. You can take that.
-Brooks Brothers?
Where'd you get a Brooks Brothers shirt?
-Not this one.
-No.
Now, what time are you leaving tomorrow?
-Around noon. Greyhound.
-Awesome.
-What, riding a bus?
-No, seriously.
Going someplace else, getting out of here..
It's awesome.
-What's up?
-Nothing. -Denny.
-Nothing.
I mean..
-It's like two hours away. You can visit any time you want.
[spooky ringtone]
-Oh, shit. We gotta move.
-For what? -The tour.
-Dude, no. -Yeah.
We've been planning this for, like, two months, dude.
The Maryville Paranormal Institute.
-We're not even close. -The Villisca axe murder house.
Last video. Big finish.
-No. -You promised.
-You promised to help me pack last night.
Instead we got drunk, so..
-Well, me and your "high school equivalency.."
This isn't even a real diploma.
-What are you.. What.. What are you doing?
-We're going to Villisca. -No, no, no.
-Oh, no. Did I rip it -- -Don't, don't, don't! Denny!
Give me that -- -Now, easy.
-Denny, really, don't make me hurt you.
-Hurt?
[both grunt]
-Give it! Give it to me!
-What, what, what? -Quit fucking around..
-Hah.
-Oh. -Am I interrupting something?
-Hey.
- Your name is Jessica, right?
This is Denny.
-Yeah. We gotta go, dude. We're gonna miss our tour.
-Where are you guys going? -Somewhere you're not.
Ow.
-You wanna come? -Are you sure?
I mean, it seems like you guys have it all figured out.
Ca -- Ca -- Caleb, we don't have room for her on the scooter.
-I can drive.
-Great, let me get my jacket. -Dude, what the fuck, man?
I only made reservations for 2 people.
-Denny, they're not even gonna give a shit
if we bring one more person.
Use your brain.
-I like your jacket.
-Yeah, I know. That's why I wear it.
-Okay. Let's go.
-Here.
-He doesn't have a license. -Then drive carefully.
-Okay. Come on, Denny.
It's the way to Villisca.
-Shot gun.
-This is a nice car.
[instrumental music]
- So, where are we going exactly?
-Villisca.
-Isn't that like a sinus medication?
-What? You know what I'm talking about?
The axe murder house.
Everyone knows what that is. -I'm not from here.
Well, I guess that's something that's good about you.
Dude! 74 views on our last video!
- I'm driving here! - Oh.
-What is he talking about?
-We do this video ch -- YouTube Channel thing with Supernatural.
-MPI. We're the Maryville Paranormal Institute --
I got it. Caleb and I are.. No. We're ghost hunters.
We hunt ghosts! Yeah.
-He can be a little intense about it.
-No, it's.. It's cool.
[instrumental music]
¶ Let's run ¶
¶ Forget ¶
¶ Ourselves ¶
¶ We'll find a way ¶
¶ In the sunshine ¶
¶ Let's run ¶
¶ Forget ¶
¶ Ourselves ¶
[train honking]
Where is everybody?
-They're all dead.
[Jess scoffs]
Oh, I'm kind of not joking.
Back in the day, there was this Indian tribe here
and they called this area "Wallisca."
They used to bury their outcasts and their insane
in shallow graves here so they couldn't move on.
- You mean like that movie "Poltergeist?"
Little girl, broken TV?
- But this is something different, Jess.
8 people, 6 of them kids
got their heads smashed in in 1912.
[eerie music]
-You scared yet? -Totally.
-Are you Denny? -Yes, sir.
-Hah. I was just about to give up and go.
-Well, I'm so glad you didn't.
We -- we drove all the way from Maryville.
-Nice house.
-Alright.
Welcome to the Villisca axe murder house.
Alright. This is the, uh, foyer.
Okay, so, the murder took place on the night of June 9th, 1912.
There'd been a big gathering
at the Presbyterian church in town.
They called it "Children's Day".
Ever since then, this house has been marked by an evil
greater than you can imagine.
People just like you have seen and heard..
Um, young lady, this way.
Everything will make more sense
if we start the tour from upstairs. Come along.
It's believed the killer entered the house
around midnight
climbed these very stairs..
[dog barking]
[eerie music]
Right. This way.
[Greg coughs]
J.B. Moore was the first to get it.
[screaming]
And then his wife, Sarah.
-Mrs. Moore was hit 35 times on the top of her head
with the blunt side of the axe.
Totes crayballs.
-Uh, beg your pardon?
Let's, uh, go to the children's room.
It's right down this way.
Come on.
Follow me.
Herman was the oldest child, he was 11.
Paul was the youngest, he was only 4.
And Boyd was the middle.
Little Katherine Moore's room was right over here.
All but one of the victims
were found flat against their bed.
- Why is the mirror covered?
-Well, they found all the mirrors
covered that way the next day.
The thought is that the murderer
wanted to cover 'em up before he began to kill.
-Hey. They caught the killer, right?
-No.
But there was this one guy
a traveling Presbyterian minister.
He confessed but was never --
-Reverend Lyn George Jacklin Kelly.
I did my research.
We come to places like this all the time.
In his confession
Kelly stated that he woke up in the middle of the night
hearing windmills in his head.
And then he went for a walk
and ended up here.
-Okay. Thanks. I'll just put this back.
-What happened to him?
-No one knows.
But, you guys wanna see something supercool? Ha-ha.
We have the murder weapon.
Right here. Come on.
That, my friends, is the actual axe itself.
A one-of-a-kind piece of bloody Iowan history
and genuine American craftsmanship.
-Genuine.
-Okay. Right this way.
-Caleb.
Let me see your teeth.
-Aah!
[Denny laughs]
-Murder boner.
-This is where Lena and Ina Stillinger died.
They had been guests of the Moore's that night
due to what happened to the power.
-The power? - Yeah.
The electricity in the whole town
went out the night of the murders.
- True story.
That's how the Stillinger girls ended up here.
She was found
in the center of the room.
Her underwear had been removed
and very bad things had been done to her.
Let's go back to the foyer.
You guys excited about Halloween?
We have a big event here this year. Real moneymaker.
I think this is gonna be our biggest year yet.
[record crackling]
¶ I'm gonna buy a paper doll ¶
¶ That I can call my own ¶
¶ A doll that other fellows ¶
¶ Cannot steal ¶
¶ And then the flirty flirty guys ¶
¶ With their flirty flirty eyes.. ¶¶
-You shouldn't be in here! -Let go off me!
-Didn't you see the ropes? Are you blind?
This room is off limits! -Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, what's your problem?
-Did you touch anything? -Are you serious?
Al -- al -- alright, look, guys, the show's over.
Let's go, please. - Okay, okay.
-That's the end of the tour.
-Okay.
Alright, let's go.
[eerie music]
[dog barking in distance]
-Fuck.
-Denny, the tour was kind of lame.
You know, these things are all hype anyways.
- No, we just didn't see the whole thing.
We didn't see the bloody clothes
we didn't see the Children's Day mask.
We didn't even get to go in the cellar.
Which, apparently, they take you down there
and, apparently, it's fuckin' awesome.
Probably a shitload of other stuff, too.
-Look, Denny, we can come back some other time.
-Did you really just say that?
Why'd you jump the ropes?
-I heard something.
-Really? -Yeah.
It was like the sound of an old record player or something.
-Are you fucking with me?
That sounds awesome.
Yeah, well, then grandma death popped out
and scared the shit out of me, so..
-She gave you like lazy eyes. -It was fuckin' scary, man.
-Yeah. Well, I guess we should get back to Maryville.
Finish packing.
Well, maybe we could take our own tour.
Later tonight?
-What?
-Yeah, we can fucking break in.
I mean, I didn't see any alarm system. Did you?
-No. -It's not that hard.
My friends and I used to break into empty houses
and have parties all the time.
-Really? -Yeah.
Most places are pretty easy to break into.
And I bet these two fucking whackos aren't coming back here tonight.
I mean, where would they sleep, with the mannequins?
-I mean, it is kind of the tour
you always wanted, Denny.
-Yes.
-Now we'll just have to wait until it gets dark.
[train horn blowing]
[footsteps plodding]
[dog barking]
-Well, holy shit.
-Cool.
Ladies first.
[eerie music]
Okay, follow me.
- Oh, shit.
- Oh, gosh. Watch out.
[Jess clears throat]
-I'm going upstairs. -Okay.
- Weird.
[clattering]
-"I survived the Villisca Axe Murder House." Hm-hm.
-How do they come up with this shit?
Oh.
-Oh, thanks.
-And to the Republic
for which it stands
one nation under God.
-You know, they added that part in 1954.
-Which part?
-"Under God."
-Oh. And who were we under before that?
-I don't know.
Maybe we should ask the Moores.
-Ooh.
[clattering]
-Nice.
Oh. Geez! -Oh, be careful.
-I will. -You alright?
-Yeah.
-One-of-a-kind?
[Jess laughs]
Hey, let's take a picture.
Come on.
-Okay.
-It's bright. -Yeah.
-Let me see. -No.
Um, I, I wanna mess with it first.
-What are you doing?
-I'm gonna post it to Instagram. Alright?
Yeah?
-Hey.
-Hi, Denny. -What's up, man?
-What are you guys doing? You coming upstairs?
Come on.
[dog barking]
[coughing]
-Shit. -Goddamn, you are a pussy.
-What are you talkin' about?
- What the fuck are you talking about?
-I heard Shelly -- -Oh, fuck Shelly!
-She said your dick was so small
that she had to suck it with a straw.
Yeah, to suck the cum all off fuckin' every.. Oh, my God.
-What, what? -Are you sure this is pot?
-It's top quality. I got it from Shelly.
Cherry flavor .
[cellphone buzzing]
Oh, shit.
No way.
[laughs]
-What?
-Jess, she uploaded a pic.
-Oh, yeah? What kind of pic?
Kind of like one of those videos I put up.. Oh, shit!
She's with Caleb.
They're at that house in Villisca.
-What, she's on a ghost tour? Sad, man.
-You wanna go check it out?
-Not really.
-Shut up.
-Ow! Fuck!
-You got unfinished business with that piece of shit.
-Hey, all you freakers out there.
I'm Denny Shea
inside the world-famous Villisca Axe Murder House
investigating into the possibility
of, yeah, ghosts.
Of course, I'm joined
by Maryville Paranormal Institute co-founder
Caleb Hirsche
and our newest...friend.
As you can see, Jess is extremely overwhelmed
by the intense spectral energies flowing through this house.
Let's cut to the chase.
Dowsing rods, candles
everything you might need to light this place up.
[eerie music]
[dog barking in distance]
Notice the concentration, intensity on her
beautiful young face.
She wants to know what we all do.
Where are the children?
You should ask something.
Come on.
-Okay.
Ghost people..
...you wanna pull my finger?
[Jess laughs]
-Dude, it's supposed to be serious.
-No, it's supposed to be fun.
Denny. -Oh..
Okay, let me try. Okay.
-You ask it a yes or no question.
For these to work, you have to hold these very still.
-I'm trying. -I know. So get it right.
-Okay.
Okay.
Let's try to talk to..
...Lena.
Lena, my name's Jessica.
Don't be afraid.
We know something really bad happened to you here
but we're not gonna hurt you.
[indistinct whispering]
Are you there?
[indistinct whispering]
How much did you pay for these? -The rods are fine.
You're doing it wrong. -No, I'm not.
-Don't blame her because your little ghost toys are broken.
- Fuck you. -Fuck you.
-Okay, you just -- -You stay out of it, okay?
You're not even supposed to be here tonight.
-Sorry, I crashed your date.
-Fuck you.
At least I know how to keep my pants on.
-Excuse me? -Denny. Enough.
-What?
Why are you being so protective of sticky fingers over here?
Was your bullshit video so special?
Yeah, even the homos of Maryville
know all about your sad, tragic story.
-Fuckin' asshole!
I haven't even told my parents.
-Are you worried about what your parents think?
-Of course. -Mine are dead.
Yeah.
Diesel jack-knifed on I-80, hit us in the back.
Car flipped over, caught on fire.
My mom had to push me out the back window.
Lucky fucking me.
-Yeah, she gets the story, Denny. We get the story.
Your parents are fuckin' dead.
What?
-It wasn't your fault. -Shut up.
-Denny! Open the door, please.
-What the fuck happened, man?
He got all fucked up, man.
-He made you go with him.
[gunshot]
Caleb. -Shut up, Denny.
-You gotta listen to me.
-Get up!
- Your dad was messed up.
-Shut the fuck up, Denny!
You think you know anything about my fuckin' dad
you're fuckin' clueless!
He was..
This is bullshit.
Fuck!
Fuck, it's the owners! Get up!
[intense music]
[door closes]
[gasps]
[coughing]
-Ah.
-Man.
-Shit, what is that?
-It's a mannequin.
[laughing]
-Shit.. Ah!
[music continues]
[crying]
[heavy breathing]
[laughing]
-Argh!
[groaning]
-Pull it out! Connor, pull it out, pull it out.
-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, man! You okay?
-Pull it out. Connor, pull it out!
-Okay. Okay. Okay, okay, I'm sorry!
[screaming]
[panting]
[sniffs]
[eerie music]
[sighs]
[thud]
[screaming]
-Denny, come here.
Is that Connor's car?
-What is he doing here?
[eerie music]
[indistinct whispering]
- You must give them what they want.
[indistinct whispering continues]
- Yes.
I'll do anything.
- Good.
[music continues]
[creaking]
[thud]
-I'm so sick of that asshole.
You comin'?
-Dude, just hang here a sec.
[thudding]
[footsteps approaching]
[intense music]
[thudding]
-I'm sorry I slapped you.
[sniffing]
[thud]
-What was that?
I gotta go.
-Wait. - You stay here.
[squeaking]
Caleb?
[dramatic music]
Jess?
[music continues]
- Conner!
[music continues]
[phone buzzes]
[eerie music]
[chuckles]
[phones ringing]
[indistinct whispering]
- Fuck you.
[indistinct chatter]
[panting]
[phone ringing]
[thudding]
[crackling]
[loud distortion]
[intense music]
-Open the fucking register, now!
-Alright, dad, just be careful with the --
-Shut up!
[heavy breathing]
-Oh, fuck.
- You guys gotta leave.
[panting]
-Put it down!
-Wait. I know you.
Caleb!
Is this a fucking joke?
[gunshot]
-Dad!
[intense music]
[indistinct whispering]
[phone ringing]
[indistinct yelling]
[hooting]
- The new girl! The new girl from Chicago!
[gasps]
[heavy breathing]
[rumbling]
-"Lena, I will be your shepherd always.
Reverend Kelly."
[shattering]
[indistinct yelling]
[eerie music]
[crackles]
[shattering]
[heavy breathing]
[high-pitched squeal]
[eerie music]
- Denny?
[screaming]
[indistinct yelling]
[laughing]
¶ I'm gonna buy a paper doll ¶
¶ That I can call my own ¶
¶ A doll that other fellows cannot steal ¶
¶ And then the flirty flirty guys ¶
¶ With their flirty flirty eyes.. ¶¶
[eerie music]
-Uh.
- There you are. What happened?
Caleb?
-What?
-Did you find anyone?
-No.
-What're you doing with that machete?
You gonna kill 'em?
-I'm sick of you following me around
like a lost little puppy.
You need to find a new reason
to get out of bed in the morning, Denny.
'Cause I'm done with you.
-Well...what?
- I get it.
You're into me.
-You're fuckin' retarded.
-No, I don't think so.
-I've known you for six years, Caleb.
Have I ever done anything to you?
Not when you're d -- drunk or lonely
or when the cops come to my house
and I lied to them and told them you were there all night?
I'm out of here.
[dramatic music]
[indistinct whispering]
- He was just like you.
[eerie music]
[heavy breathing]
-But everybody lies.
Nothing is safe.
[indistinct whispering]
You promise?
[indistinct whispering]
-Caleb? Jess?
Jess.
Jess, what the fuck? We gotta go.
-Come here. -Connor's inside the house.
-Shh. -We gotta find Caleb..
What are you doing? Don't' --
-No. It's better to stay here.
-What -- -It's safe.
- Jess, please.
-Shh. -No.
-Ah! -Uh!
-You can pretend I'm him. Hm?
Help me, Denny! I'm burning!
You must miss him terribly, don't you?
Don't you see, Dennis?
We're only trying to help you.
We can take you to her, Dennis!
[laughing]
Come on, Dennis!
Let us take you to her, Dennis!
-Uh. Oh, shit.
-Hey, hey. Hey. Hey, hey!
W -- where you going in such a hurry?
-I don't know.. Jess is -- -Shh.
You're all shaken up. Are you okay?
Hey, Denny, I've been meaning to tell you.
You know, I never did get a chance to thank you
for what you did for me.
-What?
-You know, I'd be in prison
if it wasn't for you, right?
Hey. Hey, hey, hey. -No, man. It's okay.
We gotta go. It's not..
That's not important right now.
It'll be okay. Everything's gonna be okay.
-What are you..
[intense music]
[groaning]
-You're an excellent kisser.
[grunts]
Every time I saw you at school..
[grunts]
...I imagined..
...bashing your face in with a hammer.
-Why did you hate me so much?
-Because you exist.
[creaking]
[siren wailing]
[dramatic music]
-Make it stop! Make it stop!
¶ I'm gonna buy a paper doll ¶
¶ That I can call my own ¶
¶ A doll that other fellows cannot steal ¶
¶ And then the flirty flirty guys with their.. ¶¶
[instrumental music]
[knocks on door]
-Oh. Well, look at you.
All cleaned up after today's festivities.
I brought you a sweet.
[instrumental music]
[eerie music]
[groans]
[eerie music]
-Oh.
[indistinct whispering]
Dad? Dad?
-It's good to see you.
- Dennis.
[eerie music]
-Mom.
- Take this.
Ah!
This is in you!
[gunshot]
This is who you are!
[music continues]
You must accept it.
-Dad! Just do what he fuckin' says, Matt!
[groaning]
No! No, stop!
- This is, this is who you are.
-No! Stop!
[music continues]
[eerie music]
[heavy breathing]
-It's time, Caleb.
[music continues]
- Son.
-Uh.
[Denny gasping]
-Mom.
-Yes, it's me.
[music continues]
-Ah.
There will be beauty here now..
...because of you.
Your father..
...would be so proud.
[music continues]
[exhales]
-I've missed you so much.
- And I've missed you, too, Dennis.
We can be together again.
You know how.
You've thought of it before.
Do it.
Do it, Dennis.
[music continues]
[heavy breathing]
[music continues]
[heavy breathing]
[clattering]
[tinkling]
[Jess gasping]
[eerie music]
- No!
No! No! No!
[music continues]
Oh, what's happening to me?
-Everything here is a lie.
-Stop, Ina!
[instrumental music]
[heavy breathing]
- This place twists you.
It changes you.
It feeds our insanity..
...our tragedy..
...and regret.
-The Lord has delivered you unto me
and I will take thine head from thee!
[laughing]
[music continues]
[sobbing]
[screaming]
[crickets chirping]
[Jess panting]
-Jess. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Jess.
Jess. -It was all my doing!
My darkness! My dirtiness!
Agh! Kill me!
Do it now! Agh! Kill me!
-No!
We're trapped here
because you refuse to see the truth.
-Lies! Lies!
I am dirty! Dirty and broken!
-You are not the one who did this to me.
-No!
[sobbing]
[eerie music]
[wailing]
-Come here. Jess, don't.
Come on. I'm right here.
Look at me, come here! Come here!
Jess! Look in my eyes.
Jess! Look at me. Come here. Come here! Jess! Jess!
You look in my eyes. Look in my eyes right now.
Look in my eyes. Come on. Look at me. Look at me, Jess!
Come on. Come on. There you go. There you go.
Look at me. Look at me. There you go.
I'm right here. I'm right here. There you go. I'm right here.
There you go. Come on, there you go.
-Caleb.
[dramatic music]
-Argh!
You're the Devil!
Agh!
[grunts]
Agh!
[grunting]
-Connor, don't! Connor!
-Stick it in, boy!
- No!
[screaming]
No! No!
-I was born before your Gods.
Living in the never-ending shadows
of your sweet, black...misery!
[Jess screaming]
[gasping]
[exhales]
-Enough!
[eerie music]
-Uh-uh, ah!
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
-When are you coming to bed?
-Now just close your eyes, Ina.
-Okay.
- It's time for us to leave.
[music continues]
[grunting]
-I'm sorry.
[music continues]
[siren wailing]
[bird cawing]
[music continues]
[all coughing]
-Oh, fuck, okay.
Here.
-Okay. We gotta go. -Hey, listen -- listen to me, listen to me.
-Come on, we gotta go.
-Listen, you guys were never here.
-What do mean? -You gotta go.
-No, man. -No, we're not leaving you, Caleb.
-They need a reason not to come looking for all of us.
- Caleb.
Caleb. -Come on, Denny.
-Caleb, come on. -Just help me.
-Come on. -Come on, Jess. Let's go.
-Wait.
[music continues]
[sirens wailing]
[instrumental music]
- There's nothing here.
There's nothing here!
[pop song]