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[police radio chatter]

What, if you ask me, it was that Simon fella.

What's he doing?

[man yelling]

Do what you want, just get off!

I ain't talking! Do what you want, I ain't talking!

Loose tongues get cut out! Get cut out at the root!

[grunting]

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

Green pastures!

Have mercy on my soul!

Oh, Lord.

Have mercy on my soul.

[yelling indistinctly]

[Sheriff] Oh, Jesus.

[thunder crashing]

[narrator] Since the beginning of time, mankind has existed between

the world of light and the world of darkness.

Our secret society has been here forever,

protecting others from the creatures

who inhabit the shadows and the night.

Known only to the initiated by our true name,

The Legacy.

[theme music playing]

[Rachel] "As so, as the executor

of your Aunt Rebecca's estate,

it is my duty to inform you

that, as the only daughter of Rebecca's sister Ruth,

you have been named as her sole beneficiary.

The funeral will be held here in Kingston

at four o'clock on the afternoon of the 23rd.

Please contact me at your earliest convenience

if you expect to attend."

Sincerely, Harold Taggart, attorney at law."

So I called him and said I'd be there.

Sole beneficiary?

Believe me, I was shocked to learn I was inheriting anything.

My mother and Aunt Rebecca had this big falling out

over something when I was a little kid.

I barely remember meeting my eccentric Southern aunt.

[Alex] Was Rebecca older or younger than your mother?

[Rachel] Well, it's been so long.

Well, she was...

[screams]

She was younger by three years.

So I guess you'll be meeting a lot of family members you haven't seen in a while.

There won't be any others.

Taggart says that

I'm the only surviving member of the family.

But I'm taking Kat.

Kat?

Mm-hmm.

Do you really think that's wise?

She is Rebecca's family, her only family after me, and--

I don't know.

When I picked up this letter,

I felt something so disturbing.

I'll be on guard, I promise.

I'll keep in touch every day.

[preacher] Cloistered as she was within the walls

of that decaying house for decades,

we all believed that Rebecca Cantwell's life

was marked by tortured loneliness and despair.

And that belief was unfortunately confirmed

by the circumstances surrounding the discovery

of these, her bodily remains.

May she now finally rest in peace.

As it is said in Ecclesiastes,

"Thus shall the dust return to the earth

from whence it came,

and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it."

Come on, honey.

Mrs. Corrigan... Rachel.

I'm Harold Taggart, Miss Cantwell's attorney.

We spoke on the phone.

Yes, of course. Pleased to meet you.

This is my daughter, Katherine.

Sheriff Hank Parker, ma'am.

Sorry about your aunt.

Rachel, I know you

just got in and drove straight over,

so I took the liberty of reserving you

one of the finest rooms at the Savannah Hotel.

Actually, I'd like to stay at my aunt's house,

take inventory, close the place up.

Maybe...

help Katherine learn a little bit

about family history.

What's wrong?

Ahem.

Begging your pardon, ma'am, but, uh,

could I have a word with you

over there for a second?

Of course.

Excuse us.

It's about the way in which your aunt died, ma'am.

I don't know what you've been told...

You've got your aunt's eyes, Katherine.

Exactly.

You know, I don't think...

[Rachel] Mr. Taggart.

Kat and I will stay in that house, regardless.

Um, I'd like to learn as much as I can about my aunt

in the short time we're gonna be here.

Well...

that house is yours.

At least it's gonna be according to the will.

[Rachel] And, Sheriff...

I want to speak to the man that worked with my aunt.

Simon.

Well, we're...

We're still holding him for questioning,

but, uh, I'm sure he'd just as soon stay locked up safe in that cell of his forever.

He's not, uh...

Well, he's not quite right.

Nevertheless, I'd like to speak to him.

And I'd like to think about that.

You have a nice stay in Kingston. Ma'am.

Look, Rachel, uh...

I've got appointments all day,

so how about if I swing by tomorrow around 10:00?

[car starts]

We can discuss the details of the will.

It should be pretty cut-and-dried.

I'll have my secretary leave the keys in the mailbox then.

Thank you.

Come on.

Huh. I hope they actually left us the keys,

or else we're gonna be camping out on the lawn tonight.

[giggles] That would be fun.

I'm not so sure.

I remember they used to get mosquitoes

as big as buzzards down here.

[ghostly woman's voice] Rachel.

Ra-chel.

What is it, Mom?

Nothing.

Come on.

[crow cawing]

Mom!

Kat! What is it?

Mom, help me!

What is it? What's the matter?

Keys.

Gotcha.

Katherine Corrigan... give me those.

[giggles]

[sighs]

This is gonna take forever.

Lucky guess.

[ghostly woman's voice] Rachel.

Mom?

Something feels weird.

Oh, it's probably just big, old, empty-house weird.

That's all.

It's okay.

She's pretty.

Yeah.

What's this?

Open it.

[tinkling music plays]

Oh, it's a music box.

[Rachel hums]

Mom?

Mom?

[gasps]

Sorry, honey.

You know what?

I think I remember this tune

from somewhere.

[giggles]

Hey...

Take a look at this.

Rachel called it in.

It's about her aunt's death.

Something's not right.

Derek had a hunch something was going wrong down there.

Well, he talked to Rachel and told her you're going down there tomorrow.

I know she's got to be a little concerned at this point.

My bag's already packed.

Good.

[distant dogs barking]

Now, come on, Simon.

Nobody's accusing you of murder or anything.

Talk!

Tell me what happened.

Who was that man Rebecca was with?

Fee, fi, fo, fum.

I smell the blood of a gentleman.

Now, look, I don't want to hold you longer than I have to.

[chuckles]

Simon likes it here.

Simon sure doesn't want to go back to Miss Rebecca's house.

I'm sure Miss Rebecca's niece wouldn't want you there.

What?

Someone's at the house?

Miss Rebecca's niece, Rachel.

She's staying there with her daughter.

Oh.

[clanging]

This is bad. I've got to talk to her.

[heavy breathing]

Don't do it. Don't do it!

Cut your tongue out!

Simon says, shh!

[birds chittering]

[ghostly voice humming]

[ghostly woman] Rachel.

[gasps]

[whimpering]

[sobs]

[Rachel] Of course, Derek, it scared the hell out of me.

[Derek] Think it through, Rachel.

What's the common link?

No, obviously, this house and all the stuff that's happened in it.

You read the article, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

Rachel...

after all that's happened there...

are you sure you still want to stay?

Yes. Yes, I am.

It's just gonna be for a few more days, and, uh...

[chuckles] Yeah.

Hey, it was just a nightmare, right?

Nothing to get that upset about.

Yes. All right.

Nick is flying out there.

He'll be there tonight.

Thanks. Bye.

Goodbye.

Well, I'm ready to ship out. Is there anything else?

Rachel's worried.

But not worried enough, in my opinion.

She's too close to it. She can't be objective.

You have to be careful with her, Nick.

This could really be a very uncomfortable situation.

[ghostly woman] Rachel...

[heavy breathing]

[door creaks]

Ah...

Ow!

[Kat] Mom, where are you?

Yeah, I'm in here, honey.

Have a look at this.

See? Look.

There's a picture of my mom,

your grandma.

Here she is with her sister, Rebecca.

I thought you said they didn't get along.

They look happy together.

-Yeah, they do, don't they? -Mm-hmm.

I think they were just teenagers there.

[Kat] Who's that?

That's your great-grandfather, Joshua.

There he is with my mom.

And...

with Rebecca.

He looks really serious.

[Rachel] Yeah, he does, doesn't he?

Wow.

Mom, look at this doll.

Mm.

[murmurs]

Who's that?

I think that's Rebecca when she got all grown up.

[Kat] She's pretty.

She is, isn't she?

[Taggart] Thank you.

So... everything is, uh,

pretty simple here.

The house...

your aunt's single investment account,

totaling roughly $97,000,

goes directly to you.

$97,000?

Huh, how did she ever manage to save so much?

My aunt didn't work, did she?

Mm, Rebecca taught piano lessons way back when.

That's about it.

But for the past few decades, she had uncanny luck

with her investments, good times and bad.

Unfortunately...

estate taxes will take most of it.

There's so much I don't know about my aunt.

So much I'd...

I'd like to know.

You know, maybe, after you're gone,

the best thing would be to,

well, tear this whole place down.

Sell it for lot value.

I could agent it for you if you'd like.

I've got somebody interested already.

Oh.

-Oh! -Oh, Mr. Tag...

-Oh! -Oh!

-Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Taggart! -Oh!

Can I help you mop that up?

Oh, man!

I'm so sorry. I...

Well...

I'm just a little bit upset here.

It's a good thing I've got copies of that.

What do you say I...

I come back later today?

I think tomorrow would be better.

Great. Tomorrow, then.

Oh!

[Sheriff] Mitch, stay out there with Kat.

We won't be but a couple of minutes.

Hey, Simon!

You got a visitor.

Miss Rebecca's niece.

Hello, Simon.

[sniffs]

Hey, don't be getting rude on us, Simon.

You want to talk to her or not?

Now, she and her little girl

are going back home in a couple of days.

It's your call.

Alone.

Huh. I don't believe I can do that.

It's all right, sheriff.

Simon.

What if I moved... back here?

Would that be okay?

Okay.

How about that? Is that better?

Sheriff, you can leave now.

I've dealt with men like Simon before in my profession.

We're gonna be just fine. Aren't we, Simon?

[sighs]

Well, I'll be right outside if you need me.

[sighs]

[door clangs shut]

[snarls]

See?

If you had been where you were at first...

when Simon started being not Simon,

then you would have got hurt.

What do you mean by "being... not Simon"?

[sobs]

[strangled voice] The spider's got the fly.

And the spider toys with the fly.

Even now. Ah!

Simon says, shh!

[gasps]

Simon?

Simon!

Did Miss Rebecca tell you anything about

the man that she was with?

The one that they found her lying next to?

[menacingly] Get the hell out of there.

Now!

A-tisket, a-tasket,

nobody leaves that house except in a casket!

[laughs maniacally]

[Sheriff] Simon! Simon!

Now, calm down!

Sit down, now!

[Simon moaning]

[Rachel humming]

[music box tune plays]

[playing piano]

Pretty good, Mom.

Picking that tune up by ear?

Mom?

Mom, are you okay?

-Nick! -Hey...

Mwah.

How are you, sweetness?

I've been standing outside, knocking, for about five minutes.

She won't stop playing.

Yeah?

[piano music continues]

Rachel?

[man's voice] Rebecca...

Rebecca, it's me.

Rachel, it's Nick.

[sighs]

[knocking]

Come in.

Feeling better?

Much.

I'm sorry.

I don't know...

what happened to me down there. I...

-That makes two of us. -Oh, God.

Three, including Kat.

I finally got her to bed.

She's...

-She's pretty worried about her mom. -Mm-hmm.

I just...

This is so hard on her, and I'm...

not being much help, but...

[sighs]

I'm not coping with this very well.

I'm just, kind of, making matters worse.

[chuckles]

Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself.

Why don't I pack up your gear, and we'll go to a hotel?

No.

I...

There's no point in trying to...

run away from grief. It's, you know...

I've counseled enough people who've tried to do that.

What I need to do is just...

stay here and cope with it.

[Nick over phone] Sure, she's acting a little bit odd,

but, then, who wouldn't be?

You should see this place.

Nick, she's faced death before.

In the past year, Rachel has experienced more trauma than most people ever do.

Maybe she's just a little bit burned out.

I mean, after all, it is her aunt who died.

Did you suggest having them leave the house?

I brought it up first thing, but she pulled back on me.

Besides, she's got a point about facing her fears.

Okay.

Let me know immediately

if there are any more developments.

-Day or night. -All right.

Goodbye.

[ghostly woman's voice] Rachel.

Rachel.

[moans]

[dog barks]

[Simon] A confession is good.

Cleans the spirit, saves the soul.

Unless you're too late.

Miss Rebecca wouldn't let me be free.

Said she'd... She'd kill me first.

Time to get it out.

I was made to do damnable deeds,

for which I'm going to hell.

But that woman and her child...

too many flies.

Sheriff Parker, I've got to tell everything I know,

so that you can save them.

Who's there?

[footsteps]

Who's there?

Oh.

Oh, Rebecca.

I wasn't gonna tell them.

I was just fooling them.

I wasn't... I wasn'tgonna tell them.

I swear.

Yow!

They... They... They...

I wasn't gonna tell them.

They... I was fooling them!

I... I... I... I wasn't gonna tell them!

I swear!

I swear, Rebecca!

I wasn't gonna tell them!

I wasn't gonna...

[choking]

[humming]

♪ A-tisket, a-tasket ♪

♪ A green and yellow basket ♪

[knock on door]

♪ I wrote A letter to my love... ♪

Mom.

Kat, you scared me.

Sorry that I knocked, but you wouldn't answer.

What do you want?

Nick sent me up. He wants to talk to you.

I'll be there in a minute.

Are you sure you're okay, Mom?

Katherine, I said I'll be down in a second!

Okay.

What's going on?

I took a walk into town.

Simon Walters is dead.

Oh, God.

How?

He died of a heart attack last night in his cell.

And when I got back, I found this on the porch.

Looks like a forensics report.

It's on your Aunt Rebecca and the body they found with her.

Who left it there?

Well, I would think

somebody who wanted some help,

but was too proud to ask.

Like Sheriff Parker.

Yeah, that would be my guess.

"Autopsy.

Sex, male, 30 to 40 years.

Height, 6 foot.

Estimated time of death...

40 years ago.

"Cause of death..."

Mmm. Let me guess.

"Unknown."

"Unknown."

Well...

what would you expect after 40 years?

[Nick] Well, I wouldn't expect this.

What happened to the body after he died.

[plays music box melody]

"The body, embalmed for decades in herbal resins,

had pieces of flesh, organs and bone

carved away in a precise pattern,

suggesting postmortem surgical mutilation,

as opposed to a regular pattern of decay."

[piano continues]

There's a circular pattern carved into the bone.

I'm gonna fax this to Derek.

What time did you say that, uh,

lawyer was coming by?

Taggart? Um...

A few minutes, six o'clock.

I can handle him by myself.

Okay, I'll be right back.

Bye.

[continues playing]

[door shuts]

[ghostly woman's voice] Katherine.

What's that, Dolly?

Should we go see?

Okay.

[heavy breathing]

[door creaks]

[woman] Katherine...

Come here, child.

Who are you?

Your Aunt Rebecca.

I'm so pleased to meet you, Katherine.

Oh, we are gonna be such good friends.

[doorbell rings]

Good afternoon, Mrs. Corrigan.

Uh, on time, as promised.

I brought by the papers for you to sign

for the sale of the house.

Well, I don't think I'll be signing any papers right now, Mr. Taggart.

What?

I'm...

not sure I want to sell this house.

Well, you can't do that, Mrs. Corrigan. Rachel.

I mean, I've made arrangements for the sale.

I made plans. There's people waiting on me.

[giggles]

Well, there's a fly in the ointment, Matt.

A big, fat, juicy fly.

-[laughs] -I don't understand.

One way or another, you've got to sell eventually.

Not if I decide to stay here.

What are you talking about?

How long do you think you're going to stay here?

I might just stay here forever.

Mrs. Corrigan!

[knocks]

[thunder crashing]

Who are you? What are you doing here?

There's a fly in the ointment here, Matt.

A big, fat,

juicy fly.

[gasps]

Oval, sawtooth patterns in the bone.

Clean-cut and purposefully made.

Let's see the next one.

[beeping]

Occult markings,

carved into the seam of the skull cap.

So... what are we talking about here?

Necromancy.

Blackest of the black arts.

Defiling corpses to control the future.

Pendants cut from bone.

Only, this kind of

desecration over decades is highly unusual.

Matthew Courtland must have meant very much to Rebecca

in life, for her to use him so...

extensively in death.

What's this?

Uh, it's a photograph Nick faxed along with the rest.

It's Rachel's mom and her sister, Rebecca, 60 years ago.

[screams]

Rachel is in terrible danger.

Nick should be back in the house by now.

Call him.

Everything we planned for so carefully together, Matthew.

The child, a family.

All destroyed in one instant.

Why?

The seeding ritual was going perfectly.

[moans]

Our child...

Our child was...

Was to be created...

by ritual.

In an ultimate moment

of dark power.

[Rebecca moaning]

[Matthew screams]

[Rebecca] Matthew!

No!

[wails]

Now... Matthew...

We have the chance...

to live again.

[thunder crashing]

[rings]

-Hello? -[Derek] Nick.

Derek, what did you find out?

More than I would wish on anyone.

Necromancy.

Necromancy? How?

I'm not sure, but it involves some sort of pendant.

What would it look like?

Oval in shape, two to three inches.

Carved from one of Matthew Courtland's bones.

It gives Rebecca's spirit its power.

I want you to find and destroy it.

Where's Rachel?

I don't know. I just got in the house.

Nick, from this and everything you've said,

it's clear that Rebecca is trying to possess Rachel in some way.

I want you to take Rachel, and get her and Kat out of there.

Now. Understood?

-[dial tone] -Nick.

Are you there?

Nick?

[Rachel] This is a very special book to me.

Very powerful.

Now, this...

This is for making somebody love you.

Of course, you don't need that right now.

But someday...

Hello, Nick.

Rachel.

I know you know what's happening here.

And you can be part of it if you like.

You can take Matthew's place. We can be a family.

-Hey! -[cries out]

So, what now...

[thunder rumbling]

...Rebecca?

Now?

[laughs]

Oh, now, Kat and Rachel get to stay here

and become the family I never had.

The family I was cheated out of

by the death of the man I loved.

Death or murder?

No. No, not murder.

Matthew wasn't supposed to die.

It wasn't his time.

He was the only man I ever loved.

That's why I kept him with me all these years.

Matthew and I were gonna have a child,

a special child.

One born of ritual.

Blood is very important.

It breeds talent.

Kat's not born of your blood.

She's Ruth's.

Aah!

-Ruth? -[screams]

I hated my sister till the day she died!

-No, Mommy! -Oh, yeah, Ruth.

Ruth had everything that Matthew and I wanted.

-Mommy! -A job, a family, a grandchild!

-Mom! Mommy! -Rachel, look at Kat.

Look at her!

[Kat crying] Mommy! Mommy!

She's your daughter.

Look at what you're doing to her.

[sobbing]

Mom.

Rebecca won't rest until she destroys you both.

[Kat continues crying]

-[growls] -[Kat] Mommy!

Mommy!

I got you.

-[Rachel grunts] -[Kat screaming]

Mom, stop! You're killing him!

[laughs evilly]

[Nick] Rachel!

The brooch! Take it off!

Tear it off!

[Kat] Mom, get it off!

It contains Rebecca's soul!

Tear it off!

[Kat screams]

[groaning]

Mom, throw it!

[Rebecca laughs]

Mom! Fight her!

Ah!

[Rebecca] No!

[screams]

[agonized screaming]

[phone rings]

-Yes. -[Nick] Derek?

Nick. Tell me.

It's over. Rebecca's spell is broken,

and Rachel and Kat are both okay.

Excellent, Nick.

Good work.

Bring them home.

[theme music playing]