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(dramatic music)
(somber music)
(rain falling)
(airplanes droning)
(thunder booming)
(sobbing)
- Oh, Patricia.
(crying)
(gentle instrumental music)
(birds chirping)
- [Announcer] June
sixth, American, British
and Canadian forces
landed at Normandy.
We count today as victorious.
Northern France
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Our prayers go out to the
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regulations.
- Mrs. Baylock?
Would you like me to make
you something to eat?
Mrs. Baylock?
- [Susanna] Annabel?
- Mrs. Baylock?
Are you all right?
Mrs. Baylock, where are you?
Mrs. Baylock!
Mrs. Baylock?
I've done most of the laundry.
I'll do the rest later
once the storm's passed.
- [Susanna] Annabel!
- Where are you?
Mrs. Baylock!
(air raid sirens blaring)
(explosion booming)
(planes roaring)
(somber music)
- Hello.
Would you mind if I sit here?
- Why, I'm not scared.
- Oh, no, didn't think
you were scared.
Big, brave boy like you.
But the truth is,
I'm very scared.
I could hold your
hand if you like.
- No, I don't want to.
- That's fine.
(explosions booming)
It's all right, it's okay.
Don't worry.
So, where's your mother?
- She's at home.
She's sick and she sent
me to get some food.
- Well do you live close by?
- Yes.
- When we get the all clear,
I can take you home if you like.
- No, that's all right.
- Okay.
(explosion booming)
It's all right.
(airplanes droning)
- Are you going on holiday?
- No.
I've got this.
It's a letter.
It said that my sister died so
I've got to go to her house.
- My sister died
when she was born.
(airplanes droning)
(air raid sirens blaring)
- Wait, wait!
(somber music)
(rain falling)
- Hello?
- Oh, hello.
I'm Patricia Woodhouse, I'm
just here about my sister,
Susanna Baylock.
- Oh, of course.
I'm Annabel Blair.
I was your sister's help.
Please, let me take
that from you.
- Oh, no, no,
it's fine, I can manage.
- Please come through.
- Thank you.
- Please.
- Oh, thank you.
Oh, I noticed some
broken windows.
- Yes, about a week ago a
bomb fell a few streets over,
it was felt rather
strongly here.
A few broken windows
but no serious damage.
Although I can't say the
same for Dove Street.
- Was anyone seriously injured?
- Not that I'm aware of.
Few cuts and bruises but
the houses suffered major
damage.
- Can I ask what exactly
happened to Susanna?
- Well...
I'd come downstairs
to do the laundry.
When I returned upstairs,
I couldn't find her.
It was the strangest thing,
I could've sworn I heard her
call my name just before I...
Before,
before I found her.
She was laying at the foot
of the stairs and her,
she must've fallen.
My condolences, Mrs.
Woodhouse, it was awful.
I still can't quite believe it.
- I hadn't seen her in so long.
- I'm truly sorry to hear that.
After your sister's
death, the relevant papers
were put in order and, well,
she left something
rather important to you.
- And what's that?
- The house.
- Why?
- You're her only living
relative.
Mr. and Mrs. Baylock
never did have children,
she bequeathed the house to you.
- But this is Victor's
house, what about Victor,
where is he?
- No one knows.
- He's missing?
- And has been for some time.
Mr. and Mrs. Baylock
retired early one evening.
I finished the cleaning,
went up myself.
The next morning I rose early,
made breakfast as usual,
but when I took it up to
them, Mr. Baylock was gone.
That was two years ago.
- And no letter?
- Nothing.
He just disappeared.
- Why would he
abandon his own house?
Did you notify the police?
- Yes, absolutely.
They conducted a thorough
search but they found nothing.
In the end, the police
gave up and,
well, people don't just
disappear, Mrs. Woodhouse.
- I agree.
(somber music)
- Are you all right?
- Yes,
I've just been suffering
with these awful migraines.
The hospital said it's
due to mild concussion.
They will pass.
- Forgive me if I'm speaking out
of turn,
but what happened?
- The air raid siren,
it wasn't as prompt as usual
and I was knocked unconscious
whilst going towards the
shelter.
It's fine, though, please don't
worry.
- As you wish.
Well, when you're ready,
I'll collect my belongings
and leave you to settle in.
- Leave, tonight?
- Actually, in about an hour.
I've finished packing
and I was just sorting
the last bits and pieces
when you arrived.
It's lucky you caught me.
Mrs. Baylock has passed away.
There is no reason
for me to stay.
- Have you made
arrangements to move on too?
- Not yet, but I plan to
stay with family in London.
- I don't think London's
a very safe place
to be at the moment.
- I have nowhere else to go.
- Well of course you do,
you could stay here with me.
It's a big house and
I'll need the help.
- That's very generous of you.
If you're certain.
- I'm not much of a
traditionalist.
I'm not very good at
housekeeping.
- Well, thank you, sincerely.
- I'm sorry, I don't
mean to offend you but
you look very tired.
Have you not been sleeping
well since Susanna passed?
- Possibly not.
There's been so much to tend to.
- And I suppose with me not
being here,
there's been a lot for one
person.
- No, no, I didn't mean
to insinuate anything,
I didn't mind doing it.
- Can we have a look around?
- Yes, of course.
Mrs. Baylock hired me as
live-in help nine years ago.
It was only when her
illness progressed
that I became her carer.
Mr. Baylock was always too
busy to tend to her needs.
- Sorry, what illness?
- Mrs. Baylock became very
ill over the past three years.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Woodhouse,
did you not know?
- No.
- Your sister was diagnosed
with multiple sclerosis.
It progressed rather rapidly.
I'm sorry, I thought you knew.
If it's any consolation,
she was always very happy.
(somber music)
- So, whose room's whose?
- My room's at the end
of the hall on the left,
the room on the right
was Mr. Baylock's study.
This was Mrs. Baylock's room,
which can be yours if you like.
- Yes, I would like that.
- Well, I'll leave
you to settle in.
I'll be downstairs
should you need anything.
- Thank you.
(somber music)
- [Susanna] Do you realize
the irreversible damage
you've caused?
- [Patricia] Susanna, I don't
understand.
- [Susanna] I want you to leave,
Patricia,
I never want to see you again!
- [Patricia] Please, Susanna,
I'm sorry.
You're all that I have,
don't send me away.
- [Susanna] Go!
Now!
(somber music)
(big band music)
You know I've got
a wonderful feeling
My heart is reeling
With love for you
I see you movin'
out on the dancefloor
I never want more
Than to be with you
- Annabel?
I think my heart is
up on the ceiling
It's just not healing
I'm off the ground
Not long ago that
I was grieving
Now I'm believing
(light flickering)
In what I've found
(big band music)
Don't give me up
Don't ever stop
We've got to dance
On the way up
Tomorrow we'll have
some when I come
How insightful
(big band music)
(mysterious music)
(ominous music)
(gunshot echoing)
(thudding)
(mysterious music)
(intense music)
(gasping)
- Annabel.
You scared me.
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
- It's okay.
(gasping)
What are you doing up?
- I was just coming down to
see if you wanted anything.
- Oh.
No, I'm fine, thank you.
My heart is pounding.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
I'm just going to go back to bed
and see if I can get some sleep.
I feel so silly.
(laughing)
- Good night.
- Good night, Annabel.
(laughing)
(leaves rustling)
(somber music)
(knocking)
Come in!
(knocking)
The door's open.
Oh, good morning.
- Good morning.
Did you sleep well last night?
- Not very well.
But then I never sleep well
anywhere the first night.
Did you want me?
- I'm sorry?
- Just a moment ago, did you
not just knock on my door?
- No, I was downstairs.
- Never mind.
Why are you awake so early?
- I'm not too sure.
Old habits, I suppose.
I was just on my way up
to see if you were awake
and see if you wanted
anything to eat.
- Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you.
I'll be okay.
(creaking)
What was that?
- Hmm?
- [Patricia] That noise.
- We had new water pipes
installed recently.
I bet that's what you heard.
- Yes.
I suppose.
Would you like to come in?
- Thank you.
Always wondered what
was in that box.
I often asked her,
your sister about it.
But she either ignored me or
pushed the box under the bed
and pretended she hadn't heard.
- They're,
they're just old photographs
of me and Susanna.
Some are from when
we were children.
I think, after I moved out,
she must've taken them
all out of the frames and
put them in this box.
It was,
it was like she just
wanted to forget about me.
- I know this is none
of my business but
why did you both become so
distant?
- I told you,
Victor.
- What happened?
- After our parents died,
I moved in with
Victor and Susanna.
I was young
but I wasn't so naive.
Victor started showing an
interest in me
and after time
became
more intense.
I tried to tell Susanna about it
and
she was furious.
I remember her saying,
"He's invited you into his home,
"how can you accuse
him of such acts?"
She just didn't believe me.
And after that, she forced
me to leave.
And then, 15 years later,
here I am.
My sister's gone.
- I'm really sorry.
Sorry, I should've asked.
- No, no.
- May I?
- Of course.
- Oh.
Well, what would you
like me to do today?
- Well,
I was thinking that
maybe you could
start with boxing
up Susanna's things.
And then I can go
through them and sort out
anything that I'd
like to keep and
I don't know, the rest I was,
I was thinking I might
just donate it to charity.
- All right.
If there's anything else,
just call.
- Thank you.
(ominous music)
(gasping)
Annabel, I'm going out!
(ominous music)
(gasping)
- Sorry, I keep scaring you.
- Annabel, there's
someone in the house.
- [Annabel] Sorry?
- In the living room, I just saw
them.
- Oh I've just come from
there, there's no one there.
- Annabel, I saw them.
- Mrs. Woodhouse, I've
just come from that room,
there's no one in there.
- I saw them.
- I can assure you, there
is no one in that room.
Listen, forgive me
speaking out of turn
but I think that the stress
over the last couple of days
has got to you.
I think perhaps you should
go and get some fresh air.
- Yes.
Maybe you're right.
Will you come with me?
- My apologies,
Mrs. Woodhouse, I can't.
The weather plays
havoc on my arthritis.
- Oh, sorry, I didn't realize.
- You needn't worry.
- Annabel, do you
have the address
for where Susanna's buried?
- Yes, of course,
Gallow's Cemetery.
I'll find a pen and write
down the plot details for you.
(somber music)
I'm sorry, I can't find a pen.
- Oh.
It's okay, I'll find it.
Thank you.
(somber music)
- Okay, see you next week.
See you next week,
Mrs. Newstead.
- Thank you, bye.
- Excuse me.
- Hello.
- Hi, looks like I've
come at the right time.
- Weekly WI meeting, doing
our bit for the country.
Were you interested in joining?
- No, it's just I don't think
I'd be able to contribute much
apart from burnt jam, maybe?
- We all start somewhere.
If you're not here for jam
making or flower arranging,
how can I help?
- My sister passed
quite recently
and I was told that I might
be able to find her in here.
I was unable to
attend the funeral
so I don't know
where her plot is.
- I'm very sorry.
This is my husband's parish
and he's away at the moment
but if you give me two
ticks I can run inside
and find the details for you.
- Thank you.
- What was your sister's name?
- Susanna Baylock.
- Oh.
(somber music)
- Is everything all right?
- You must be Patricia.
- Yes.
- Me and Susanna
were close friends.
She used to help me
with the WI meetings.
I'm very sorry.
- Me too.
- Follow me.
- Thank you.
(somber music)
- Just there.
I'll be inside if
you need anything.
- Thank you.
(somber music)
Susanna Baylock.
1900 to 1944.
I'm sorry, Susanna.
(birds chirping)
I really am.
Should've come sooner,
I should've been here
looking after you, it's just...
I was stubborn and
thought that we'd have many
more years to make things right.
(sniffling)
I love you.
Should've told you sooner.
I hope that you can forgive me.
Sorry.
(birds chirping)
(thunder booming)
Annabel?
Annabel, I'm home.
- Oh, Mrs. Woodhouse,
you're wet through!
- I know, the rain came
and I didn't even think
to take an umbrella.
- I'll run you a bath, you
go and make yourself a drink,
you need to warm up,
you'll catch your death.
- Thank you.
(clock striking)
(thunder booming)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
- [Woman] Please help me!
- Who is this?
- [Woman] He's taken
everything from me!
(electricity flickering)
(ominous music)
- Annabel?
(thunder booming)
(ominous music)
(scraping)
- Mrs. Woodhouse?
What's wrong?
- I heard something
coming from the attic.
Where were you, I was calling.
- I'm sorry, when the power
went out I went to get a candle.
These outages are becoming
more and more frequent.
A sound, you say?
- Yes.
Have you got a key?
- No.
To be honest, I don't think
I've ever been up there.
What did you hear?
- I'm not sure.
- Probably mice.
- Yes, maybe.
- Well, you go in to get
ready and I'll run your bath.
- Okay, thank you.
(rain falling)
(thunder rumbling)
(thunder booming)
(sighing)
(footsteps echoing)
(floorboards creaking)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(screaming)
(screaming)
(crying)
- [Annabel] Mrs.
Woodhouse, what's going on?
- There's something
in my room, Annabel,
I need to get out of the house.
- What's happened?
- There's something up the
stairs, it's in my room,
please let me go out!
- [Annabel] There's nothing
in your room.
- There is, please!
No, don't touch me,
Annabel, don't!
Please, I need to get
out of the house!
- You need to come and sit down!
- I don't want to, there's
something up the stairs!
- Quickly, quickly, into the
basement.
- [Patricia] Oh, Annabel!
(air raid sirens blaring)
- [Annabel] What on Earth
has gotten into you?
- I don't know, Annabel.
- Just tell me, please.
- I don't even
know what happened.
I couldn't see.
I think something
has happened to me.
- What do you mean?
- I know how this is
gonna sound but
something grabbed me and it was,
it was hitting me.
Oh, there's something
bad in here,
we need to get out of the house.
- It's all right.
- No, it's not.
Annabel, there's something
really dark in here
and we need to get out of this
house, something is wrong.
- No, we're safe down here.
Look, you just need
to get some sleep.
- Annabel, I don't
want to go to sleep,
I need to get
out of here, please.
- Listen, Mrs. Woodhouse,
please just listen to yourself,
you're sounding ridiculous.
Just try to get some sleep.
(airplanes droning)
Get some rest, you'll feel so
much better in the morning.
- You don't believe me, do you?
- I didn't say I
didn't believe you,
I just said you
needed some sleep.
(sighing)
(air raid sirens blaring)
(suspenseful music)
- Annabel.
Annabel.
(phone ringing)
(ominous music)
Hello?
Who are you?
- Patricia, listen to me.
We haven't got long,
he'll be here soon.
You must leave while you can!
- I'll ask you one
more time, who are you
and what do you want?
- Patricia, he needs you.
He will kill you,
Patricia, leave, now!
- What are you doing?
(gasping)
- He's coming!
He can't have me!
- No!
(thunder booming)
(sighing)
- Good morning.
- Oh.
- How are you feeling?
- Morning.
Sorry I didn't wake you.
You seemed quite content.
- Thank you.
- Just a
strange feeling, isn't it?
During the day the
house feels so normal
and then at night it feels...
Feels completely different.
But
I've decided that I
am going to stay.
I won't be chased out.
- I'm glad to hear it.
How would you
like some breakfast?
- No, thank you.
I think I'm gonna go out.
There's a few things
I need to look into.
- All right.
- I need some fresh air.
- Sounds like a very good idea.
- I'm just going to go get
dressed, okay?
- All right.
I'll finish up in here.
- Okay.
(somber music)
(knocking)
(suspenseful music)
(rain falling)
As the book says, there's lots
of different types of ghosts.
There's your average ghost who
perhaps died on the premises.
They might not even
know that they're dead.
They mean you no harm,
they're just,
well, just confused.
And then there's the
other type of ghosts
who do know that they're dead,
they just choose to exist as
though they were still living.
And then the book says
something about poltergeists.
That comes from the German
meaning of "noisy ghosts."
They're the ones that throw
things around
and cause a ruckus.
- All right.
But you know if you
read these sort of books
they'll put ideas in your mind.
(laughing)
- Well that's ridiculous,
I'm just trying to understand
what's happening.
- So you think it was a
poltergeist?
- No.
It says although poltergeists
seem threatening,
they're actually harmless.
Entities, on the other hand...
- An entity?
- Yes,
it's a thing with distinct
and independent existence.
- What does that even mean?
- Well,
it means that,
basically,
they live on a different
plane to ours.
These are the ones that
feed off our energy
and wreak havoc
amongst the living.
I think it was an entity which
attacked me the other night.
- If you were attacked.
- Well, I beg your pardon.
- I wasn't insinuating
you were lying,
there could be a number
of different explanations
as to what happened.
- For instance?
- Maybe you were asleep and
dreaming you were being attacked
and fell out of bed,
injuring yourself?
- But I know that I was awake.
- But you have no bruises.
I could be right.
- I know what happened.
- Why don't we wait?
(scoffing)
- Wait?
Wait for what?
- Before we get ahead of
ourselves,
why don't we wait to see if
anything else should happen?
I've been working here for over
nine years
and nothing like this
has ever happened before.
- Annabel, please believe me.
(sighing)
- I'm a rational person,
Mrs. Woodhouse,
which makes me stubborn.
(intense music)
- Annabel!
- What's wrong?
- That book,
it just got pulled
from my hands!
No!
It did, believe me.
Come on, come on,
watch.
(suspenseful music)
(door slamming)
(screaming)
(boards creaking)
(gasping)
(screaming)
(crying)
(screaming)
- Make it stop!
- How?
- I don't know, make it stop!
(screaming)
- Stop it, stop it!
- Stop it, stop it!
(gasping)
- What have you
brought into this house?
- You're blaming me for this?
- Strange things didn't
happen before you came here!
- But you asked me to come here!
- Pardon?
- You wrote me a letter,
you asked me to come!
- What do you mean I
asked you to come here?
I never sent a letter!
- Yes you did,
you sent me a letter!
- I am sorry,
but you are mistaken!
(gasping)
- See, see?
You sent me a letter!
(ominous music)
- I don't understand.
This is my handwriting but
I didn't send this letter!
- But that's rubbish, Annabel!
- No, really!
I've never been so certain
of anything in my life!
- Then how did a letter
in your handwriting
show up on my doorstep?
- I don't know!
(crying)
I don't know!
Please, we've got to
get out of here!
- No, I'm not going anywhere!
I'm not gonna be
scared out of this house!
- We can't stay here!
(gasping)
- Who are these women?
- I don't know,
relatives of Victor's maybe?
- No.
He didn't have any family.
I've dreamt about them.
She...
She warned me not to come here,
she said that I would
be in danger from him.
- Who?
- I don't know, Victor?
(gasping)
And this one, I know her.
Oh!
(crying)
God.
(groaning)
- Good morning.
I take it you couldn't
sleep either?
- No.
- I found it nigh on impossible
to settle.
This house has taken on a
very different form for me
since last night.
Every creak a whisper.
What are you looking at?
- Just the photographs
from last night.
I need to know who
these people are.
I have to get into the attic.
- It's locked.
There's no key that I know of.
- I'll arrange for a locksmith
to come later on today.
- Very good.
(suspenseful music)
- [Woman] Shh.
- Oh, sorry.
(laughing)
- That's all right.
I haven't seen you around
here before, have I?
- Oh, no, my name's Patricia.
I'm just staying here a while.
My sister recently passed.
- Ah, you must be
Mrs. Baylock's sister.
My condolences, she
was a very kind person.
- Thank you.
- And Victor, I noticed
he wasn't at the funeral,
is he still missing?
- Yes, unfortunately, he is.
- Well, better off without him.
Strange fellow.
I never liked him.
- What makes you say that?
- It's not my business
to be spreading gossip,
you understand?
But he was never the
same after that party.
You know, that tragic
party in the 20s?
- Why, what happened?
- Some mad person
got in with a gun
and basically
shot everyone down.
- That's awful.
- I know.
And Victor was
the only survivor.
A bit suspicious, if you ask me.
But I'm not one
to spread gossip.
But that house always does
encourage strange behavior.
Even when I was a child
they used to talk about it,
strange things, happenings,
people coming and going
and one night there were
the most terrible screams!
My blood turned cold.
And I'm telling you, it
came from that house!
But not that I'm one to--
- For gossiping.
- No.
Oh, I have to go, my
condolences.
- Thank you.
- Bye.
(mysterious music)
- [Patricia] "10 people
have lost their lives
"when what began as a seemingly
normal Saturday evening
"on February 14th
ended in tragedy.
"Police are still trying to
piece together
"the events of that evening.
"What is known at this time
"is that most of the
guests had been poisoned
"and a small majority
had received
"a single gunshot
wound to the head.
"Neighbors reportedly heard
screams followed by gunshots
"at around 9:30 P.M.
"When police arrived at 24
Richmond Drive
"they found the home
owner Victor Baylock
"outside the residence in
a state of complete shock.
"Victor was the only survivor."
(somber music)
"The case of the people
versus Victor Baylock
"has finally come to an end
"when Judge Simons cleared
Victor of all accounts of murder
"and ruled the shooting
as a tragic incident
"and nothing more."
- What am I looking at?
- Well I found this
book in the library
and then I came across this
picture.
Do you see anyone you
recognize particularly?
- No.
- Look towards the
back of the photo.
- Is that--
- Victor, yes!
You see it too.
- Well it certainly
looks like him.
- Well this group, they
were arrested for Satanism.
They were members
of the Aeternum Cult.
This photo, it was taken in
1865 outside this very house.
- Well it can't be Victor then.
- All but one was arrested
and brought to justice
on five counts of
murder in 1866.
Charles King, Alice Estherman
and Walter Haybridge.
And then the other
just disappeared
and was never heard of again.
And he
was Taylor Bivcock.
Now when Taylor disappeared,
the house, it was sold
and it passed through many
different people's hands
until 1904 when it was bought...
By Victor Baylock.
Now it didn't take
me too long to work out
that Taylor Bivcock is an
anagram for Victor Baylock.
Did you know that in 1920,
a mass murder happened
in this house?
- No, I didn't, that's terrible!
- Yes, they died at a party
that Victor was holding
and he was the sole survivor.
And the strangeness,
it doesn't end there.
A year previous, his wife, Mary,
she disappeared without a trace.
And 15 years previous to that,
his wife Nellie,
she also disappeared
and has never been seen again.
People said that she
went mad because
her son, he was kidnapped
from her outside a local shop.
People said that she used to
wander up and down the streets
clutching that toy.
She claimed it was
her son, George.
Before that, there was Shirley.
Now I'm guessing that
Shirley met the same ill fate
as these two.
And then, his current wife...
My sister,
mysteriously dies.
- All this is making me very
uneasy.
- And it should!
Listen, I don't know
what's going on but
I know that Victor has
something to do with it.
You said something to
me that stayed with me,
you said that people
just don't disappear.
- Yes, I did indeed.
- And I couldn't agree more.
You're right, they don't.
I think,
I think he's still here.
- What do you mean?
- I know he's dead but,
I just get a feeling.
When Victor was alive,
he would enter a room
and he would bring with
him a palpable presence,
it was a darkness on the room.
And I still feel it now
in this house.
- Look, we should leave,
it's clearly not safe here.
- Annabel, if you wish to leave,
you can
and I won't make you stay.
But I believe that Victor
has something to do
with my sister's death
and I'm not going
until I've proven it!
- Well I'm not leaving
you here alone.
That wouldn't be right.
- We have to get into the attic.
(air raid sirens wailing)
Not now.
- Come on, quickly.
(air raid sirens wailing)
(sighing)
- When the sirens stop, we
should go into the attic.
I bet we'll find some
answers in there.
- Please, Mrs. Woodhouse,
I don't want to think
about that right now.
- All right.
I'm sorry.
(airplanes roaring)
- Damned war,
will it ever be over?
- I, for one, would
like to see it end.
Hitler's taken
everything from me.
On the day that
I received your...
The letter...
I received another.
(somber music)
Said that my husband,
Jacob, had been killed.
He was fighting in Germany and
he was helping an orphan
and stepped on a land mine.
In one morning I'd lost
my sister and my husband.
That's my whole family.
That's when I heard the sirens.
I...
left the house and went to make
my way towards the shelter,
I'd just got a safe distance
when the bomb had hit my street.
In an instant my house was gone.
I woke up three days
later in the hospital.
Was just cuts and bruises.
I went back to
the house to collect
anything that
I could find, really.
It was so strange,
that's when I found the letter.
Everything was destroyed,
but the letter, it was
untouched.
(somber music)
I went to the train station,
bought a one-way ticket and
here I am.
(sighing)
The truth is, Annabel,
that I had nowhere else to go
and if that bomb
hadn't have hit,
I'm not even sure I would've
come.
(somber music)
- I'm so sorry, Mrs. Woodhouse.
But the important
thing is you came.
I'm sure Mrs. Baylock
would be grateful
no matter reason.
(explosion booming)
Dear me, that one sounded a
bit too close for comfort.
Maybe you should
try and get some rest.
- Even if I wanted to sleep
I'm not sure if I could.
My mind's racing about
so many questions.
What was Victor up to?
(clock striking)
(airplane droning)
(mysterious music)
(groaning)
(knocking)
(ominous music)
(gasping)
(intense music)
(screaming)
- [Victor] I killed them all.
(ominous music)
- Mary!
- Patricia!
You must leave now!
You're running out of time!
- What's happening?
Did Victor kill you?
Did he kill Susanna?
- Leave, and I promise,
I'll tell you everything!
- No, Mary, I need to
know what's happening!
- I killed myself!
- What?
- Go, now!
(gasping)
- Mrs. Woodhouse,
are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
(air raid sirens wailing)
- Oh, finally.
- Mrs. Woodhouse, wait!
(ominous music)
Mrs. Woodhouse,
what are you doing?
- In my dream,
they were trying to show
me something, Annabel.
- What could possibly
be in those books?
- [Patricia] I don't know!
- Please calm down,
you're getting hysterical!
- Annabel, Victor
is up to something
and I have to find
out what it is!
- Mrs. Woodhouse, stop!
Stop, please!
Stop!
(ominous music)
(groaning)
(thudding)
(gasping)
(groaning)
(gasping)
What are we looking for?
- I'm not sure.
I've seen her before.
What's in that box?
(ominous music)
The eclipse.
- Sorry?
- It says here that
the sacrifice can only
be made on the eclipse.
- The lunar eclipse is tonight.
- Listen to this,
it says that the
Aeternum Cult originated
in Italy in 1790
and was founded
by one Victor Baylock.
It says that the Cult sought
after the infamous devil tree
and moved to England to
continue their search.
The Cult ceased to exist in 1866
when they were caught and
executed for Satanism.
- Patricia.
I can't stay here.
I'm going to collect
my belongings
and I will be leaving
when I'm done.
- I understand.
(groaning)
(ominous music)
(attic door slamming)
Annabel!
Annabel!
Annabel, I'm locked in!
Annabel, Annabel, I'm locked in!
Annabel!
(laughing)
Annabel!
Let me out, let me out!
(groaning)
(crying)
(overlapping voices)
(laughing)
(big band music)
(glasses clinking)
(laughing)
(big band music)
You know I've got
a wonderful feeling
My heart is reeling
With love for you
I see you movin' out
on the dancefloor
I never want more
Than to be with you
I think my heart is
up on the ceiling
It's just not healing
I'm off the ground
Not long ago
that I was grieving
Now I'm believing in
what I've found
Don't give me up
Don't ever stop
We've got to dance
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
(gunshots)
(creaking)
- Annabel?
Annabel?
Annabel?
(gasping)
Annabel?
(gasping)
(groaning)
(crying)
What are you showing me?
(suspenseful music)
There's nothing here!
What are you showing me?
There's nothing...
(ominous music)
(thudding)
(thudding)
(gasping)
(screaming)
Annabel!
Annabel!
Annabel, help me!
(screaming)
Annabel!
(cracking)
(screaming)
Annabel!
(intense music)
(screaming)
Annabel!
- What is it?
- Victor, he's here.
I've seen him and
I've found them all.
- Who?
- All of them.
Winifred, Shirley, Nellie,
Mary, they're all there!
- [Annabel] Where?
- Their bodies.
Hid them in the attic.
- Listen to me, please,
please Patricia,
whatever darkness
is in this house
it's just getting stronger.
It's building, it's like,
like the energy you
get before a storm,
something very bad is going
to happen here tonight.
Please, just leave with me now?
- Yes, yes.
Oh God.
(gasping)
I've got a wonderful feeling
My heart is reeling
- Annabel?
With love for you
(gasping)
(murmured lyrics)
Annabel, do you hear that?
(murmured lyrics)
(laughing)
(door slamming)
(gasping)
No.
(hissing)
(ominous music)
Victor, I'm not scared!
Where are you?
Come out!
(screaming)
- Give in, Patricia.
- Never!
- You'll see Susanna again.
(gun clicking)
Give me the gun.
Give me the gun, Patricia.
What are you gonna do, shoot me?
I'm already dead!
- Let's see!
(gunshot)
(crying)
Annabel, where are you?
(crying)
Annabel!
Annabel!
- Patricia.
(crying)
- Annabel?
- [Annabel] Patricia.
- No, no, Annabel!
No!
(screaming)
- Patricia?
Patricia?
- Annabel!
- Patricia!
Don't shoot me,
put down the gun!
- Let's see!
- What are you saying?
(gunshot)
(hissing)
(screaming)
- [Patricia] No.
- [Susanna] Patricia, you
should never have come.
- Is that really you?
Well I never thought
I'd see you again.
- I love that.
It's good to
see you too, Patricia
but I wish,
why didn't you listen to me?
I tried to warn you, I
tried to make you leave!
You've always been stubborn!
(screaming)
- What was that?
- The tortured.
The damned roam here.
They never leave.
(crying)
- Please help me.
He's taken everything from me!
Have you seen my baby?
Have you seen George?
- No.
No, sorry.
Sorry, I haven't.
- I can hear him crying.
But I can't find him.
It's too dark, he's lost!
My heart aches, it aches!
- Listen, Nellie,
Nellie, I feel your pain,
I do, but you need to get out of
here.
You need to leave.
- I cannot.
I shall not.
(crying)
George?
- No, it's not George,
tell her it's not George.
Nellie.
- Nellie will not leave
until she finds George.
- Mary?
- We've tried many times
to get her to leave
but she will not.
- Isn't there anything
we can do?
- Unfortunately not, it's
Nellie's choice to leave
and hers alone.
- Mary, I'm so sorry, I
should've listened to you,
I should've left when
I had the chance.
- We must try and fix it.
Patricia, quick, light the way.
(ominous music)
(groaning)
- Oh, it's the pain.
- Yes, yes, we know.
He's playing games with us.
(laughing)
- Victor, you bastard!
Show your face, you coward!
- He's here, I can feel him.
- You shall not
have her, Victor,
your time is running out!
No!
- Mary!
- Victor!
- Mary!
Mary!
- Victor!
- [Patricia] Mary!
- Leave her be, Victor!
- You should've left
Patricia to me.
- No, you don't have the right!
- Be quiet!
- I will kill you.
- Idle threats.
(gunshot)
(gasping)
- That's not possible!
- The eclipse.
Get out Susanna and leave us be.
- No.
I can't let you do that, Victor.
I will not let you hurt her!
- There's nothing
you can do about it!
- It's okay,
it's okay, just leave.
It's okay.
- No.
I can't!
- The eclipse is fading,
as is my patience.
Get out!
- No!
(gunshot)
(gasping)
- [Patricia] Susanna.
- Enough.
It's time, Patricia.
- Please, no.
- Accept your fate and I will
live again.
(thudding)
(air raid sirens wailing)
- [Patricia] Will it hurt?
- It can be quick.
(explosions booming)
(whispering)
- [Patricia] Then I
accept my fate.
- Good.
(explosions booming)
- No!
(intense music)
(yelling)
No!
- [Victor] Stop!
- I accept my fate and I will
die but not by your hand!
And to hell with you!
- You don't know
what you're doing!
- I don't care!
(gunshot)
(somber music)
Susanna.
Mary.
(knocking)
Susanna!
Mary!
(knocking)
Susanna, Mary!
- They cannot hear you.
- [Patricia] What?
- This is your purgatory.
(somber music)
You've ruined everything.
- [Patricia] Victor, Victor!
(crying)
(somber music)