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- We came back to Baltimore

to pick up the last few things.

I haven't slept in days.

Weird dreams are back.

I can't tell mom.

If I have to see one more useless doctor

or take another stupid pill, I'm really gonna go insane.

- Come on, Molly!

- I hate leaving this place.

- Well you hated living here.

At least in Hallowell you'll have less people to fight with

and you won't have to move schools every year

because there's only one.

These are the last bits.

Get the rest of this stuff, please.

Okay, people, we have to get Dave's daughter before 10:00

so let's go.

- We're picking her up today?

- You promised you would welcome her, remember?

Hello!

- Hi.

Heather.

It's so good to see you.

You remember Michael and Molly?

- I'm not sure what's worse,

living in the middle of nowhere,

or starting a new life with Dave and Heather.

I feel like I'm abandoning dad, his spirit, in a way.

Michael, will he even remember him at all?

Maybe mom's right.

Maybe leaving the past behind is what everyone needs.

- Here we are.

Everybody grab something.

- Isn't it beautiful?

- Careful, my specimens are in that box.

- Okay.

Never moving again.

- That's the idea.

- Molly, you make room for other stuff?

- Yes, I did when you asked me yesterday.

- Heather, come on.

- Do you want this bed?

I really don't care.

Great.

TV's not working.

- Take Heather outside.

- Do you wanna go outside?

We can tour a bit.

I'm going, so if you wanna come, you can just...

Can you please fix it?

Heather!

Heather!

Heather!

Where are you?

What are you doing?

Come on, let's go!

You're so weird.

- I thought you'd get an advance.

- It doesn't work that way.

I've gotta turn in a couple chapters.

- What are we gonna do if they decide it's not...

- Mom, there's something strange about this place.

- Not what?

- I don't know, not what they're looking for.

- Where's Heather?

- I don't know, in the woods.

- You don't leave a child alone in the woods.

- You were supposed to look after her.

I told you.

- I know.

♪ Ramble on

♪ When your ramblin' ♪

- Okay, you've been in there long enough.

Time to come out.

♪ Though I love you

♪ With a love true

♪ When your ramblin' ♪

- Turning.

♪ Days are gone ♪

- This way!

♪ Ramblin' Rose ♪

- Come on, Molly!

Molly, come.

♪ Ramblin' rose

♪ Why I want you

♪ Heaven knows

♪ Though I love you ♪

- Come out and play.

We can play hide and seek.

- There's a ghost outside the house.

- There's no one out there.

Okay, bedtime.

It's probably just the wind.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

- I'm gonna finally start painting tomorrow.

Molly?

Dave's gonna write his book.

We're gonna make some money and renovate this place.

Maybe you'll even have your own room.

- Right.

- I want you to remember this, okay?

Heather's been through a lot for a little girl her age.

You know what it's like to lose a parent.

You know how much you've struggled.

It hasn't been easy for her either.

I just need you to be the big sister, okay?

- Hello?

Where are you guys?

- Mrs. Birkin, my 1st grade teacher.

- In memory of RM and MM, 1886.

Hey Molly, Mr. Simmonds says the church

was built in the 1800s.

- Some of these graves are almost 200 years old.

We have a neighbor.

Susanna Berry, June 10th, 1832.

Why is there a lamb there?

- For a child.

They didn't have medicine back then.

Measles, chickenpox, scarlet fever,

that's what killed the children.

- Fires too.

- Her mother died in a fire.

What are you doing?

- Seriously, you guys shouldn't be

messing with graves.

- Molly, you gotta see this.

- That's strange.

- What's strange?

- Impossible to bury someone here.

- Why is that?

- Too many roots.

- H.E.H.

- Just initials.

- Those are my initials.

- Your initials are H.E.H.?

- Come on, guys, let's go.

- Come on,

you kids shouldn't be playing around here anyway.

- You're not alone.

- You never told me there'd be a bunch of dead people

buried in our backyard.

Dave!

- What?

- We found a graveyard by the woods.

- I'm writing.

- Did you guys know?

Well did you?

- A lot of old churches had graveyards on the property.

- Seriously, dead people?

- Imagine what quack neighbors there'll be.

- What happens when people die?

Does a part of you live forever

or is it just like going to sleep and never waking up?

Since dad, I think a lot about death,

but it's strange when it's the death of a little girl.

- Where do you think her body is?

- Whose body?

- The dead girl.

The one in the graveyard.

She has the same initials as me, H.E.H.

Don't you think that's strange?

- No, it's probably just a coincidence.

I don't think you should worry about it.

- My heart was pounding just at the thought.

What if they'd been my initials?

- Hey, Molly.

Wanna go to the store with me?

Paper and pens are a writer's best friend.

- Thanks.

- Hi.

- Good day.

- Would you have any carbon paper?

- Sure thing, sir.

How many boxes would you like?

- Three boxes, 100 sheets.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- So far, living here is worse than I imagined.

Mom and Dave aren't exactly your typical parents.

As long as we turn up for meals and bedtime,

they don't worry too much about us.

♪ Into the trees ♪

- Mommy!

- You awake?

- Do you not see me sitting at my desk?

- We need to talk.

It's possible, isn't it?

Maybe a crossed signal?

It could've been a voice from the radio.

- Probably.

- I'm not making this up.

Do you want a sip?

- I'm not drinking that.

Is that Dave's?

What's wrong with you?

- There was a newspaper article

about a missing girl at the store.

I asked the guy and he said they never found her.

- Mom's right.

You should give this place a chance.

I'm going to bed.

Stop worrying about dead people.

- Molly!

- Over here!

- Over here.

- Come this way.

- This way!

- Helen?

Where are you, my little butterfly?

- You kids come straight home after school,

all right? - Thanks.

- You moved here from Baltimore?

- Yes.

- Here to your old church.

- Right.

- Yeah.

- And you're gonna renovate it.

If I understand correctly, you are a writer?

- Yeah.

- What do you write?

- Fiction.

Fiction, novels.

- How's that going?

- Kind of hard to talk to anyone about anything

when no one believes you.

Am I hearing voices now like dad?

I saw a little girl in my dream.

It's more than just visions now.

I feel it, and it scares me.

I feel like something is watching us out here.

Seems to be everywhere,

around the house, the woods, the wind.

I think Heather feels it too.

- You can come out.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Don't be afraid.

I brought you some flowers.

- Kitty was right in the middle of the action.

- Do you want to come to my house and play?

You won't have to be alone anymore.

Don't worry.

I'll be your friend.

I'll be your best friend forever.

- Don't make a big deal out of it.

She probably just has an imaginary friend.

- No, I saw something.

I'm not crazy.

She was staring at it and then she turned and looked at me,

as if whatever it was told her I was there.

- Molly, please.

- I know what you're thinking.

- I'm thinking I should've taken a bigger piece of pie.

- Look, I'm not making this up.

I'm not like dad.

- I didn't say that.

- You're thinking it.

Maybe this...

- Whoa.

- What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

- Nothing!

- Dave should get you one of those collars

with a bell on it.

- Heather!

Come with me.

- Where are we going?

- Heather!

Heather, what's going on?

- Come on, don't let her stop you.

- Heather, stop screaming.

Heather, stop!

Stop screaming!

Heather, stop!

- What's going on?

What happened?

- I don't know!

- It sounds like she was just sleepwalking.

Kids do that sometimes and they wake up,

they have no idea where they are.

- What's going on?

- She was obviously sleepwalking.

- I tried to wake her up.

- What happened?

- Came in, she was talking to someone.

I turned and there was something outside.

- Jesus, did you put this idea in Heather's head?

- No!

- What is wrong with you, Molly?

- What does this have to do with me?

- I don't know, you tell me.

You think it's normal to be up

in the middle of the night with her?

What were you doing, Molly?

- Stop!

- Just leave Heather alone.

- Back off!

- Leave her alone.

She's a fragile kid.

You left her rotting in that stupid center for three years!

No one believes me!

It's always my fault!

- Hey, baby.

Take your pills, okay?

- I don't want them.

- I'll leave them here in case you can't sleep.

I'm sorry.

When we found this place, I thought it was gonna be perfect.

Maybe it would help us move on,

help you to move on.

- Mom, I really wanna be alone right now.

- Okay.

I love you.

Heather, please don't play with the brush.

Heather!

Hello?

Hey there, Mark.

Yeah, it's going well.

Yes.

Finally just got started.

Okay, yeah, sure, I'll get him.

Hey Dave!

- What?

- It's your editor.

Heather, please don't touch!

I've told you not to touch!

You can look, but don't touch!

Molly, can you make sure she's okay?

- Fine!

- That's your job.

Well screw them, find another publisher then.

- Wait for me!

Wait!

Helen, wait!

Am I getting warmer?

What about now?

Really?

And now?

I found it!

I love it.

It's beautiful!

Can I keep it?

Really?

Did your mom give it to you?

- Hey.

What is this?

- It's a walkie.

- I'm talking to you, Molly.

Do you know how much I paid

for this thing you just had to have?

- You can have it, because I don't want it anymore.

- Hey, I'm not finished!

- What?

- What is wrong with you?

- I hate this place!

I don't wanna live here!

I hate her, I hate him,

and I hate you for forcing us to live with them!

I wanna go back to Baltimore!

- How was everybody's day?

- There's ruins of a house deep in the woods.

- A house?

- Yeah, next to a river.

The place looks like it's about to collapse.

I really don't think Heather should be playing down there.

Why would Heather be playing there?

- She found it.

- How about you girls stick around the church?

- Yeah, I agree with that.

- I could go check it out, make sure it's safe.

- Mm-mm, that's not gonna happen.

- It's not dangerous.

It's pretty.

- I don't want you playing by the river.

- Why don't you show them that nice locket

you found there?

- Let's see it.

Let's have a look.

- Do you know they use to keep old photos inside,

locks of hair?

- I hate you.

- What are you doing here?

Get out!

- Because of you, she might never come back.

She's very mad you followed us.

- Who are you talking about?

- Helen.

- Who's Helen?

Heather, who's Helen?

- You know who Helen is.

- Tell me what she says to you.

What does she want?

- Leave us alone.

- Well, look what the wind blew in.

- Does Helen have something to do with the missing girl?

- It was only a matter of time.

You would sense something.

I knew the second I saw you.

- Knew what?

- That you were special.

You have the gift, like my late wife, Rose.

She claimed that there were

two kinds of people in this world,

one kind who would walk into a place

and see it for what it is,

that used to be me,

and the other who would sense something

that the first group was unaware of.

Sometimes they would sense something joyful.

Most times, they would sense something painful,

like a deep sadness, like Helen's spirit.

Rose used to call it the unresolved.

It was if an old energy from the place

would connect with something within her

and would draw her in.

I used to think she was crazy, talking to ghosts,

helping people with that gift of hers.

She sure meant well.

- What happened to her?

- Sometimes it can turn into such silly games,

forbidden games.

- I think there's a reason why I see her,

like I'm supposed to do something.

- Then be very careful.

I don't want you to end up missing.

- This miniature orchestra consists of two symbols...

- Michael!

Michael, come on, come on, hurry up!

It says, "Leave us alone," look.

It's not there.

There was something written in the mirror!

- No, I'm not making this up!

It said, "Leave us alone," right in the mirror!

Michael!

- This is getting ridiculous, Molly.

- Heather!

Where do you think you're going?

Let's go back to bed.

- You might have a point.

Even if there is some invisible terror...

- Helen!

Helen, are you out here?

- Right here.

- Helen.

- Dad?

- Have you considered that this might all be in your head?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Illusions, nightmares, they wouldn't be what they were

if they didn't seem real.

Sometimes our mind plays tricks on us.

We see what we want to see.

Maybe you're obsessed with death because dad killed himself.

He was sick.

You're not.

- You were too young.

That's why you don't care.

I just won't allow him to poison the rest of my life.

Whoa.

- That's where I saw the ghost.

- I'll be right back.

- Hey wait!

Don't go in there!

I just wanted you to see it!

I'm staying right here.

You should come back.

- Wow.

Michael Summers, Fall, 1982.

Exploring some mysterious ruins,

and crossing the threshold.

Looks like some teenagers from Hallowell came down here.

Maybe bums.

But alas, no ghost.

- What are you doing?

- I thought I heard something.

- What do you mean you heard something?

Heard what?

- Wait!

- Michael!

Be careful!

- What is this?

- Please get out of there!

Michael!

What is it?

- Look at the initials,

the same as on the stone in the graveyard.

- Helen.

This is where she lived.

Heather said her name was Helen.

Here, H.E.H.

- H doesn't mean her name was Helen.

- They're all underwater?

Oh really?

No sound, just music.

I like your dress.

I don't have any nice dresses.

Can I go with you?

Sometimes she sleeps on the couch.

She won't see us.

We could go tonight.

Molly, I know it's you!

You better let me out.

- How did this happen?

- She locked me in.

- Can I help you?

- We're looking for Hallowell ancestries.

- I did find something else that might be helpful.

Let me just see now.

According to this,

the house burned down about 100 years ago.

This is a picture of the house before it burned.

Does it look familiar to the other house, do you think?

- It kind of looks like it.

- Oh, and here's a picture of the owners.

This would be Mr. And Mrs. Miller.

- You see, the last name's Miller.

- This one, Mabel, Robert and Mabel's girl, Helen,

taken in June 1886 at Harper House.

The estate belong to Mr. and Mrs. Harper.

Mr. Harper passed away, and shortly afterward,

Mrs. Harper married Mr. Robert Miller.

- Then the girl's name was Helen Harper.

- Yes, Helen Elizabeth Harper.

Fire at the Harper House.

The bodies of Helen, Mabel, and Robert Miller

were never found.

They must have burned to ashes.

Poor things.

- Thank you.

- Where are you going?

What's wrong?

- Wow, H.E.H.

- The girl in the picture, that's her,

that's the girl I saw in my dream.

I told you Heather knew her name was Helen.

- There must be an explanation

other than she's talking to ghosts.

I told mom I'd meet them in town.

I'll see you later.

- Hey guys?

- What happened to Helen?

Why is she still here?

What if she lured these girls

because she didn't wanna be alone?

Where did she take them?

♪ Ramblin' Rose

♪ Ramblin' Rose

♪ Why you ramble

♪ No one knows

♪ Wild and wind-blown

♪ That's how you've grown

♪ Who can cling to

♪ A ramblin' Rose

♪ Ramble on

♪ Ramble on

♪ When your ramblin'

♪ Days are gone ♪

- Right there.

Go back to the car and lock the doors.

Molly?

Molly?

Molly!

Molly!

She's not here, I can't find her.

Dave!

- I'd better not see her right now.

- What are you saying?

She didn't do this!

- Then who did?

She's not well, Jean.

You just don't see it, do you?

- You Molly Summers' parents?

I took her back to the station and she didn't say much,

except she didn't wanna come back here.

She seemed upset.

Is everything all right?

- Yes, it's fine.

Obviously we got broken into.

- We don't get break-ins here.

- Okay, officer, what's that supposed to mean?

I don't get it.

Get out.

Now!

- Michael Summers, Fall, 1982.

Exploring some...

Maybe bums.

But alas, no ghosts.

- Helen, open the door!

- It's ruined, all of it.

- Your mother said your sister had

some pretty intense panic attacks,

even hallucinations after your father died.

She ever do anything like this?

- She would never touch my stuff.

I think there's something going on in this house.

None of us are willing to say it.

- Get this place cleaned up.

- I am so tired, Molly!

I'm so tired of all of this!

- I didn't do it!

- Then who did?

- You think I'm like dad.

- You,

you're not like your father.

You are nothing like your father.

Do you understand that?

- Why don't you ever talk about him?

About what happened?

- Because I don't want Michael to know.

- He knows, mom.

- I never stopped loving him through all his delusions.

Michael was so young.

I didn't want him to have to carry it around.

I wish you didn't have to either.

Get some rest.

- General, what's the holdup?

I've gotta report to headquarters!

- Easy, easy!

- It's not as simple as we thought.

The shock-proof container was damaged on contact.

We've got a leak inspector.

That's enough games.

Let's go, time for bed.

Helen.

- Dad?

- Molly.

You can still save her.

- Come to me.

- Oh no!

Heather!

Heather!

Heather, where are you?

Answer me!

Heather!

No no no no no!

Heather!

Hey!

Where is she?

What did you do to my sister?

Let her go!

Heather!

- Helen?

Helen?

Helen?

Where are you, my little butterfly?

Hello?

Helen, are you still up here?

Helen, bedtime.

No more hide and seek.

Helen?

Helen?

I bet I know where you are.

- I win!

- Helen!

- Helen, open the door!

- If you can, please open the door!

- Mama!

Mama!

- Helen, there's a latch!

Unlatch the door!

- There's a latch.

Helen, come on!

- I'm trying!

Mama!

- Helen, please unlock this door!

- Helen!

- Helen!

- Come here and open the door.

- I'm trying.

- Open the door, Helen!

- Mama!

- Helen!

- Mommy!

- Helen, open the door!

- Heather!

Heather, stop!

Heather!

Heather, stop!

Heather!

- Crap!

- Heather, please breathe!

Heather, no!

Heather, no!

Heather, don't do this to me!

Heather, please breathe!

Wake up, Heather!

Come on, get up!

Please get up!

Come on!

Wake up.

Oh my god!

Heather!

Oh my god, Heather!

Are you okay?

- My ocean!

- No, Heather, stop!

Stop!

- No!

No, let me go!

Let me go!

- Heather, I don't understand.

- I wanna go with her!

- What are you talking about?

- I don't wanna be alone anymore!

I don't wanna be here.

She's the only one who cares.

When my dad finds out what I did, he's gonna send me back.

- Heather, what happened?

- It was an accident.

I was trying to cook for her.

I thought the fire would stop,

but it didn't.

I was so scared.

I just ran.

The house burned down.

She never came out.

Her parents are dead.

She's alone.

That's why she understands me.

She never meant to hurt her parents either.

- We need to help her if we want her to stop!

- It's somewhere here.

- We gotta find it!

I think Helen's parents are trapped in here.

We have to set them free!

Come on!

Come on, push harder!

Over there!

Here, underneath!

It was locked!

Help me!

Careful.

Wait here until I see what's down there.

- Molly?

Do you see anything?

Are you okay?

- Heather!

You have to see this!

It's them.

Helen's parents.

Their spirits must've been trapped down here since the fire.

- What's happening?

Come on, Molly, we need to get out.

- Whoa!

You gotta be kidding me!

- Goodbye, Helen.