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Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me;

Starlight and dewdrops
are waiting for thee.

Henry?

Henry.

Henry?

Henry?

Darling, what is it?

What are you doing?

He's coming for us.

I couldn't move. I started shaking.

I was getting dizzy.

I was sure everyone in the
room wanted to kill me.

Ahhhh!

I've never been so scared.

Pointless in the
end though, fear, isn't it?

That's your best advice, doc?

Alright.

What do you
think controls you?

Eh? Your body or your mind?

Your money controls me, sugar.

Oh! There you go. Fine.

Okay, okay.

I think my body and
mind control each other.

Well, let's find out.

Is this real?

Yes.

- Yes?
- Yes.

The mind is incredibly creative.

It can make us see situations
that appear completely real,

but are in fact nothing
more than illusions,

perceptions of truth.

How did you do that?

Sometimes we all need a little
help to see the difference

between reality and illusion.

And that's about taking control,

about not letting
fear control you.

Because fear in the end
only exists in your mind.

Mmm. Alright.

Sorry to say goodnight.

I'm
looking for Dr Price.

I'm Arthur Gates, Chief Legal
Officer of the Winchester

Repeating Arms Company.

Really?

See you next week, sugar.

You're a hard man
to reach, Dr Price.

Mm hmm.

Goodnight, Nancy.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

I'm on sabbatical.

Goodnight!

What do you want?

A prescription?

I've come to offer
you employment.

Whiskey?

Ah no, thank you.

Are you familiar with Sarah
Winchester, Dr Price?

Ah Mrs Winchester's husband,
William, was the majority

shareholder of the Winchester
Repeating Arms Company.

25 years ago, William passed,
leaving Mrs Winchester a rather

large inheritance, and 51
percent of the company.

Mrs Winchester also lost
her only child, Annie.

It's said in her grief,
she turned to a medium

spiritualist of some sort.

The medium may have taken
advantage of her mental state.

That's not uncommon
after a tragedy.

I can assure you, Sarah
Winchester is anything

but common.

Aye, after her spiritual
encounter, she moved across the

country to San Jose, where
she purchased what was...

- Where's my-
- ...then an eight room house.

Maybe it's in the garden room.

She spent the last 20
years expanding it.

Wh-what stands now is a ah
gargantuan seven storeyed

structure, with no apparent
rhyme or reason, no master plan,

each maze of halls more
confusing than the next.

A house under never-ending
construction, built on the

orders of a grieving widow,
whose mind is as chaotic

as the house itself.

Over the years, she's become
more and more reclusive.

Last month, the Board of
Directors enacted its right to

assess Mrs Winchester's state
of mind, to determine if she's

fit to control the company.

You want to take
it away from her?

We're worried about
her sanity, Dr Price.

We need a professional.

Any kind of diagnosis from
such a long distance

would be impossible.

Well, Mrs Winchester has
agreed to let you stay at the

residence, an offer
that is exceedingly rare.

An unwilling patient,
the long distance.

This is, this is, this is
not something ordinarily I...

Name the amount.

Doesn't really work like that.

How much do you owe?

Mortgage?

Hospital expenses?

Medicine?

Three hundred.

We'll pay six...

for the appropriate assessment.

Mrs Winchester
requests the bay window frame be

installed by sundown.

Move with haste.

Let me get that, sir.

Thank you.

Busy day of
construction here, sir.

Yes.

Days and nights are
always busy here.

Really? Nights, too?

Right round the clock, sir.
This way.

Most of the the rooms
don't stay up very long,

like Mrs Winchester's
garden room there.

That might not last the season.

Really?

Please wait in
the library, sir.

I'll call for Mrs Marriot.

Jesus!

My apologies, sir.

The door was making
a terrible racket.

No, no, no, no, no.
That's quite alright.

Gave me a fright.

Dr Price?

Yes.

Welcome. Marion Marriott,
Mrs Winchester's niece.

Oh, well, it's a
pleasure to meet you.

I must say, I have never
quite seen a house like this.

My aunt advised me of
the nature of your visit.

As you are aware, it is
unfortunate timing, so I would

ask you to behave in a manner
befitting the circumstance.

Unfortunate, how?

A tragedy occurred.

Oh. Well,
I'm sorry to hear that.

Are you carrying firearms?

Should I be?

Aunt Sarah forbids them.

Well!

I'm ah completely unarmed.

Good.

You, like I, like everyone, are
guests in Aunt Sarah's home.

You will abide by her rules.

Understood.

You are to stay in this section
of the house, the east wing.

Aunt Sarah's private
domains are off limits.

Understood.

So ah, are you
close to your aunt?

Is this already part of
your evaluation, Dr Price?

Oh no, Ma'am, it is not.

Yes.

Aunt Sarah is an exceptional
woman. She does not deserve

to be treated with anything
less than complete respect.

Yes, Ma'am. Quite right.

May I?

This is the grand ballroom,

built almost entirely
without nails.

The walls and parquet floor are
made of six separate hardwoods.

The silver chandelier was
imported from Germany.

Follow me, doctor.

There are almost one
hundred rooms in the house.

It's easy to get lost.

How ah unusual!

Aunt Sarah suffers
from arthritis.

This makes climbing stairs
manageable for her.

The house can be overwhelming.
Do keep up.

What is this?

It's a communication device.

Really?

You speak into the holes and
a series of pipes travel the

sound to the desired room.

Ha!

Ingenious.
- Yes.

You'll find many of my aunt's
inventions are state-of-the-art.

I trust you'll find everything
you need with the room.

Aunt Sarah will be
joining us for dinner.

Perhaps you would like to
freshen up beforehand.

I very much look forward
to meeting your aunt.

Aunt Sarah would not approve of
you drinking before dinner hour.

Her sense of smell is
still as acute as mine.

Respect her wishes.

You were right about me, Ruby.

I am...

a fraud.

You're a phony, mm?

Oh, that feels good!

Well, you don't
know what you're doing.

You don't know
what you're doing.

Oh yeah.
You prove nothing.

Ahhh.

For Christ's sake.

Christ!

Who are you?
What do you want?

Dinner will be
served in ten minutes.

You're ah, you're alone, yes?

Yes, sir.

Nobody else with you?

No, sir.

No? You didn't see anyone
just come out of here?

Are you alright, sir?

I'm fine. I just
thought someone else was-

Well, I thought I saw
someone else in my room. Ha!

Interesting.

Hmm. Look, I'm fine, yes.
Dinner in ten minutes, yes?

Sir.

Good, thank you.

Take
it nice and easy.

Phew! There.

Henry!

Stop it!

Henry, stop that!

Henry!

Henry! Just-

Henry, you must be very
excited to spend some time in

your great aunt's house.

We're here because father died.

Well, I am very sorry
for your loss, young man.

I'm not.

Henry!

It's my fault.
I didn't mean to pry.

Of course you did.
That's why you're here.

Yes.

Suppose so.

I recently lost someone myself.

So if you feel like discussing
anything, I might be able to

provide some assistance to
yourself or young Henry here.

I imagine you must be very
good at your job if Aunt Sarah

chose you to be her assessor.

I had no idea she
chose me herself.

I'm just hoping that I can help.

If you want to help, doctor, you
can give my aunt a clean bill

of health and be on your way.

Well, I have a duty to my
profession and an obligation

to my employers.

Aunt Sarah is your employer.

It is still half her company.

Madam!

Good evening, madam.

Dr Price.

Mrs Winchester, it's a
pleasure to finally meet you.

The pleasure is due to the
lawyers of the Winchester

Repeating Arms Company.

Yes.

That's probably right.

I hope everything has been
to your satisfaction so far?

I cannot fault the hospitality.

It's quite a special
house, is it not?

Now that, Ma'am, is a
fact beyond dispute.

Thank you.

I understand the Winchester is
still considered the superior

rifle on the market, Ma'am.

Superior?

Superior at what?

Accuracy, range, stopping power.

Killing.

Indiscriminate killing.

Very superior.

You feel responsible for
the misuse of your product?

If a weapon works as intended,
one can hardly call it a misuse.

Well, it can
be used for good or bad,

depending on the
person wielding it.

Yes.

Then again, perhaps
roller-skates are a less

dangerous endeavor.

The company is expanding,
looking for other opportunities.

I understand that was at
your behest, Mrs Winchester?

It was.
To the displeasure of the board.

It appears that strapping wheels
to one's feet can also be a,

a perilous endeavor.

Hear, hear.

Tell me the
story about the farmer

who owned the old mule.

No.

I always liked that story.

- A delusional disorder.
- Yes.

- That's what you called it.
- Yes.

I don't want to talk anymore.
I need you to believe me.

I want to be with you, Ruby.

Together forever.

Hello?

Hello?

Ah!

Oh! Christ!

Oh, you've poisoned
your mind, Eric;

you've poisoned your mind!

I need some air.

Ohhh! Ohhh! Déjà-vu!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!!

Move, hey!

Move! Move!

Ahhh!

Ohhh!

I see you!

Oh! Henry!

Darling!

What's happening
to you, sweetheart?

Ohhh!

Thank you.

Darling, what's
happening to you?

Mrs Winchester, I really
must have your full attention.

Oh, you have it, Dr Price.

Yes, but perhaps you would
be more comfortable if-

Last night was quite
a traumatic event.

I'm grateful for your actions.

I fear you may have me at a, an
emotional disadvantage today.

Yes, I understand.

I don't mean to pry, but has
Master Henry been prone to

sleepwalking in the past?

No.

But you may know, he did witness
the death of his father.

Yes.

Well, this is the first in
a series of sessions I wish

to conduct. And I can assure you
that today will be quite benign.

No, no, no. Let's just get
straight to it, doctor.

You are here to assess my
erratic behavior, are you not?

Well, erratic behavior
is not the phrase that

I would've chosen, but-

No, I will
speak with you truthfully.

Please.

But you will do me
the same courtesy.

Of course.

Do you suffer from
soldier's syndrome?

I'm sorry?

Are you an abuser of medication?

Mrs Winchester, I think it's
best if I ask the questions.

Your wife, did she believe
you are a good therapist?

We're not here to
discuss my wife.

Your wife, Ruby?

No, we are not. And I would
appreciate your honesty.

Are you an abuser of medication?
- No, I'm not.

So.

I will share a fact with you,
which you may find questionable.

But I assure you, it is a fact.

Please.

I am cursed.

Cursed, how?

Have you read my papers?

- Of course I have.
- And what did they say?

Well, among many things, they
say that this is the house

that spirits built.

See, profiting from such a
thing as violence and death,

oh, that is a wickedness that
follows you like a shadow.

Yes, we might also call
those shadows 'guilt'.

But tell me, how do
these shadows follow you?

I may be getting old,
Dr Price, but I assure you,

I have not lost my senses.

I know the difference between
illusion and reality.

I see.

Your mind rules your body.

The mind can be
incredibly creative.

But it can also,
at times, fail us.

My mind has never failed me.

What we see, taste and
touch are interpreted and

processed to give us our truth.

And that truth can
in turn be an illusion,

created, distorted, by grief.

Do you believe in
ghosts, Dr Price?

No, Ma'am. Why would I?

Offering my staff that bill
would be greatly appreciated.

Even the nickel inside the bill
would be a respectable start.

Oh really!
Silly illusions!

Do you take me for a fool?

No, Ma'am. I do not.

No more diversions from reality.

No more parlor tricks.

And your medication will
have to be confiscated.

Mrs Winchester, I'm sorry, but
I must insist, I'm not a child...

This is my home, Dr Price.

And I will not be...
- You will obey my rules.

If you want me to open up this
house for you, you need clarity.

Do you have another
question for me?

Yes, Ma'am.

Is it really necessary to
confine me to quarters?

It is Madam's wish, sir.

Hmmm.

And the condition
of Master Henry?

He too is confined to quarters.

And Mrs Marriott has
not left his side.

Dammit!

Sir, the members of the board
eagerly await your evaluation.

I trust you will make
an accurate assessment.

Regards, Arthur C Gates,
Chief Legal Officer.

Sarah Winchester's
psychological assessment and

mental status examination.

Dr Eric A Price, April 16, 1906.

Appearance, normal.

Hygiene, physical
characteristics, all normal.

Patient struggles with the
loss of her husband and child.

Her behavior is at times
slightly aggressive.

Perception, visual
hallucinations that patient

often refers to as
shadows or ghosts.

I feel them, their presence.

Go on.

I feel their presence,
their energy.

Their unfinished business
has brought them here.

Do you perhaps in any way blame
them for the death of your

husband and child?

I will mourn William
and dear Annie always.

I love all my family
very much, Dr Price.

They are the true
riches of my life,

and I will do whatever
it takes to protect them.

Can you tell me why ah, why
those bells chime at midnight?

It's midnight, sir.

Well, yes.

But is there any
significance to it?

It's midnight, sir.

Thank you.

I swear, the laudanum
is still in my system.

Ahhh, ahhh.

Let's just hope
it's withdrawals.

It always was withdrawals
- it had to be.

Had to be.

I have a question
for you, Dr Price.

Again, Mrs Winchester,
it's best if I ask-

What is it like to die?

Talking about your...

Deceased for three
minutes, were you not?

You know, I keep records

of all the lives a
Winchester has taken.

Hundreds have been reported;
probably thousands haven't.

The guilty, the innocent - the
rifle doesn't discriminate.

And many of the souls make
their way to this house.

That's impressive.

As you can clearly see,
I am still here. So perhaps

you could do me the kindness
of taking me off that shelf.

You were shot.

I was.

This.

And it did kill me.

You kept it and refurbished it.

I did.

Why?

Well, because it's a
reminder of my past.

Because it's my connection to
death and to all that I've lost.

Instruments of death
have a powerful connection

to the afterlife.

We hold onto mementoes
to help us heal.

But sometimes, they do
more harm than good.

Precisely.

So tell me, what do you think
it is you're holding onto?

Have you ever been
to a spiritualist?

But I understand you have.

You know, it is believed that
once we've departed this world,

we can see others who have left
their physical selves behind.

Is that right?

Have you ever
experienced such a thing?

I can't say that I have, no.

Is it painful to die?

Mrs Winchester, w-we really must
continue with this evaluation.

Please, doctor. Please.

Yes.

And then nothing.

Just a calmness.

And when I came back,
it was painful again.

If that makes sense.

Yes.

Yes, because you too have
experienced great pain.

Oh, grief can be far more
crippling than arthritis,

doctor.

Mrs Winchester, do you blame the
shadows for the loss of your

husband and child?

Were you out of your
room last night?

Yes, I was.

Thank you.

Thank you for
telling me the truth.

So, why all the noise?

Why all this construction?

They want me to build, doctor.

The spirits killed by
the rifle, they guide me.

Guide you in drawing
building plans?

Yes.

What? Why?

For the rooms, of course.
You see, once their

rooms are completed, their
presence grows stronger.

Hence the house
that spirits built?

Yes.

The shadows that follow me,
they have unfinished business.

You saw what I did
last night, didn't you?

I did.

At the chime of
midnight, they clamor.

The bells summon them.

They communicate
through plans, drawings.

They want me to reconstruct
the rooms that they died in,

then they can enter our world.

And the trouble is, I
don't always know who it is

I'm speaking with.
I-it could be some innocent

bystander or, or
a victim of a crime, or...

someone else.

Who else, Mrs Winchester?

Last night, a spirit more
powerful than any I've

encountered
endangered my family.

Who are you?

Doctor, who do you see in
this room at this moment?

Just you.

Only me?

Just you.

It will take time.

You still need to
clear your head.

Oh, sir!

I would like to check in on
Mrs Marriott and Master Henry,

if I may.

I will enquire, sir.

Perhaps, may I ask
you a question?

Question, sir?

Yes. I mean tell me, have you
ever seen any, any ghosts?

No, sir.

But you have heard the
rumors, the stories?

I have heard tall tales.

Some taller than others.

Have you ever witnessed
anything out of the ordinary?

So display cabinets along the
walls and then a line of them

down the middle of the room.

Yes, Ma'am.

And ah what type of Winchester
would you like delivered?

Every type, every model.

Okay, let's go back.

Tell me please what happens
once these rooms are finished?

Well, the spirit's presence
grows more powerful and

more... more focused.

Their voices get stronger.

And we converse.

Converse how? About what?

I show them my deep remorse.

I want to help them let go of
their grief and their anger.

And how do they react?

Favorably.

Yes, mostly.

Once they are at peace,
then they can move on.

We can tear down their room
and then we start again.

And are there those that
don't react so favorably?

Yes.

Yes, we lock them away.

How does one lock a spirit away?

Thirteen nails seals them in.

Once they find peace, we can
release them and they can

leave this house.

So thirteen is a devilish number
to protect you from devils?

No, no, no.
That is a divine number,

to protect the cycle
of life and death.

And does this divine
number always work?

I mean what if a spirit simply
doesn't want to be locked away?

The unmendable souls prey upon
the innocent and the pure.

And by the innocent and
pure, you mean Master Henry?

We can stand between them.

I and you.

With your assistance, I can
help this spirit find peace.

You don't believe
any of this. I understand.

Ma'am, I do not.

I do not believe in anything
I cannot see or study.

Mrs Winchester, you have built
this house, th-this place,

this reality. Therefore, you
can control it, can you not?

Yes, perhaps.

We all have the ability
to create and control

our own reality. But for some,
for you, Mrs Winchester,

for you, that will
mean letting go of the past.

Make your assessment, doctor.

Say what you feel is the
truth about Sarah Winchester.

And if that means you lose
control of your company?

Oh!

There are worse things in this
world to lose than that, doctor.

I see you've finished
the new room.

Of course.

Must be very
profitable for you,

all this working
round the clock.

We all appreciate Mrs
Winchester's ongoing employment,

and her creativity.

I must say, that creativity
certainly leads to some

rather odd designs.

Do you think it possible a
woman of advancing years may be

susceptible to flights of fancy?

No, sir.

I do not.

Could I see inside the
garden room, please?

I had one similar
and I would be much obliged...

No, sir.
That room is sealed.

Therefore it's off limits.

Good day, doctor.

Well, Eric, that's
going really well.

How is he?

Fine.
Resting.

Has he ever been prone to
behavior like that in the past?

No.

Never?

She told you, didn't she,
about the Winchester curse?

Yes.

Do you believe her, or
do you think she's crazy?

I think crazy is
a dangerous word.

People have certain medical
conditions and with the right

diagnosis and treatment,
they can be helped.

I do not believe
in curses, doctor.

Good. Nor do I. I think
perhaps your son's behavior

has been triggered by the
sudden death of his father.

Yes.

Could you tell me how
your husband died?

He had demons, but not the kind
that my aunt believes haunt her.

Go on.

Aunt Sarah's husband died
suddenly of tuberculosis.

And then she lost poor Annie.

She believes our family
curse is spreading.

My, my husband loved the drink
more than his wife and child.

I believe that was his curse.

Now he is gone,
and I'm alone,

better off in so
many ways without him.

But it terrifies me.

Don't let that fear control you.

Hey, fear only
exists in your mind.

When we fear the most,
we must take control.

You can be a fighter.
You can be a protector.

I do not feel like a protector.

Aunt Sarah is the fighter.

Yes.

She would die to save us.

Perhaps.

Have you ever loved someone so
much you would die to save them?

I have.

I also knew someone who was
haunted by demons, voices.

And did the time ever come
when you had to protect them?

It did.

What did you do?

I died.

Henry!

Ohhh!

Henry!

Henry!

Ohhh!

Henry!

Henry! It's me!

Oh!

No!

Ohhh!

Henry! Henry!

Stop it! Stop!

Stop Henry, stop!

Who are you?

Die!

M-Mother?

Oh Henry!

I'm so sorry, Aunt Sarah.

I've let you down and
I've let Henry down.

No, no.

This spirit has a power
we've not seen before.

Oh my god!

It can take over a mind.

John, send everyone home.

Only we in this
room must remain.

Yes, Ma'am.

This child must be taken
to a hospital immediately.

No, no.
We must watch over him...

To a hospital immediately.

No. No-one else will
understand. He must stay here.

- This is insanity.
- We will watch over him.

Dr Price may be right.

No. No.
We will protect him.

We will protect
him at all costs.

John, come with me.

Aunt Sarah!

Oohh!

Ma'am, I insist that you
receive medical treatment.

Seal that door.

Thirteen nails.

Now.

Now!

Yes, Ma'am.

You leave my family alone.

You speak with me.

Let's just think this through.

Please, Mrs Marriott,
be rational.

Henry clearly has a
trauma and needs help.

Your aunt is caught
in a superstition.

We need-

Thirteen hooks.

You must listen to me.

Is the rifle room finished?

Yes, Ma'am.

My god!
This presence is so strong.

Oh, I feel its hatred...

Oh, enough with the games!

We're taking this
boy to a hospital.

We should listen to him.

Yes! The boy tried to kill you!

No! The shadows will follow us.
Wherever we go.

No, Henry will not
suffer the same fate...

Henry's condition cannot
be cured by witchcraft.

The boy needs a doctor.

Conditions can be cured, doctor.

Curses cannot.

Mrs Marriott,
will you listen to me?

Marion!

I'm, I'm, I'm going
with Dr Price!

No! Henry must stay!

I'll make the arrangements.

Gentlemen, you'll excuse me.

No! No! Marion,
please! Henry must stay.

He must stay with us.

Aunt Sarah, I must
think of Henry.

I should go with him.

I will prove it to you.

Yes, I, I will.

This way.

Operator.

Winchester
Repeating Arms Company.

This is Arthur Gates.

Mr Gates, it's
Dr Eric Price here.

Oh, I trust the assessment
is going well, doctor.

I understand you
received our letter.

It's fine, Mr Gates.
But I require immediate

transportation
to the nearest hospital.

Is everything alright?

Everything is fine.

Just please, a driver,
as soon as possible.

Of course, right away.
- Thank you.

And ah the assessment, doctor?

You'll get what you wanted.

Christ!

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to be rude.

Sir, we're all deeply concerned
for Master Henry's wellbeing.

If there is anything
I can do to assist you, I...

Well, actually you can.

I need to get my bags, please?

Of course.

- Thank you.
- Happy to help.

Hmmm.

Mrs Winchester is
truly a remarkable woman.

She knows what she's doing.
She has created a vessel

for the deceased to
communicate with her.

She's certainly created some
architectural oddities.

This house, I've seen things.

I know this room.

Things?

The dead.

Criminals.

Lost souls who
met a violent end.

You've seen them, haven't you?

Dr Price, many staff have
reported hearing noises.

They come from inside rooms
that have been nailed shut.

Strange occurrences in those
rooms; that is why the doors

have been sealed, to
keep the unruly in.

But the staff have
only heard noises.

To see them, well, I believe
you and I are unique.

Really?

Yes, perhaps it's all just a
symptom of Mrs Winchester's

persuasive influence.

Sir, locking Mrs Marriott
and her child away is only

delaying the inevitable.

And what is the inevitable?

They're all Winchester.
They will all-

die.

Mr Hansen!

Is she in there?

Yes, doctor.

Good. You need to hear this.
Mrs Winchester, there is a man

in your employ who has
clearly lost his mind. He just...

That's him!

You saw him?

You spoke with him?

Well, yes, I spoke
with him just now.

The man threatened you.

Read it.
Read the paper.

'Corporal Benjamin Joseph Block
was killed during a siege at

the Winchester Repeating
Arms general office.'

That's impossible.

This newspaper
is 20 years old.

Cruelty, grief and loss can make
people do unimaginable things.

Ben lost two brothers
on the battlefield.

The youngest was
only 14 years old.

Their confederate muskets were
no match for the Winchester

rifles of the Union Army.

They were cut down.

Ben swore revenge.

To him, the people who created
the weapon that killed his

brothers were as guilty as
those who pulled the trigger.

He killed fifteen
innocent people that day.

He locked himself
in the display room.

We used to call it
the show-off room.

We know you're in there.
We have the building surrounded.

Officer John
Mandel told the press

'I'm extremely proud of my
team, and that scum like Block

can't escape my men
and their Winchesters'.

Weapons ready!

This way.

When the bell
chimes at midnight,

he'll be at his most powerful.

Do you know who the most
terrifying monster is, doctor?

No.

The one you invite
into your own home.

This is it.

This is the room.

This is an exact replica of
the room he was killed in.

Yes.

And now that it is complete,
he is in this world.

Do you see anyone, doctor?

It's impossible.

Doctor, you must believe.

It's illogical.

Corporal Block, please,

please feel my deep remorse

for the death
of your brothers,

of James and young Harry

by the Winchester rifle.

I know all three of you
feel pain and torment.

But violence cannot
bring justice.

Only more suffering,
and I will not allow my family

to suffer any more.

Leave this house
with your brothers.

I hope together
you can find peace.

Beautiful dreamer,
wake unto me;

It's Ben.

Stop them!

No!

Mrs Winchester?

Oh! I'll find
another way to get to you!

Henry,
sweetheart, where are you?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry!

Henry! Henry!

Eric, this is just in your mind.
Fear is just in your mind.

It is only in your mind.

Henry?

Henry, where are you?

Henry, sweetheart?

Where are you?

Be free, my brothers.

I always loved our
garden room, sweetheart.

Ruby!

But you let it die!

Oh no.

Tell me the story about the
farmer, who owned the old mule.

No.

I always liked that story.

They built our garden room.

The farmer's old mule
fell into his well.

Go on, Eric.

The farmer heard...

He heard the mule crying.

And it broke his heart.

He chose to bury the animal in
the well and put it out of its...

its hardship.

He started shoveling.

The mule realized that every
time dirt fell on his back, he

could shake it off and step up.

Shovel after shovel.

He could shake it off
and he could step up...

Shake it off.

It wasn't long before the old
mule, battered and exhausted,

stepped over the
wall of that well.

What should have buried him...

Saved him.

And he overcame...

This is not real.

This is not happening.
You are not real.

I've tried to be a good wife.

The voices are not real, Ruby.

They were never real.
They were just inside your head.

All these years, all I wanted
was for you to believe me but...

- I should have put you in care.
- You never did.

I should have put you in care.

Just something that can
be diagnosed and treated,

like any other crazy person.

Yes. I did.
I made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

A delusional disorder.
- Yes.

That's what you called it.
- Yes.

Put the gun down, Ruby, please.
We can talk about this.

I don't want to talk anymore.

I need you to believe me.

I don't know what
I believe anymore.

Someone like you never will.

Please, Ruby, don't.

Please, I'm lost
without you, Ruby.

I'm lost without you.

Don't do it. No!

You can go on.

You need to let
go of your guilt,

so that I can let go of mine,

and see the truth.

I'm so sorry.

Mrs Winchester, are you alright?

This spirit is destroying
the balance of this house.

It has to be stopped.

Master Henry and Marion,
we need to find them.

Seal that door.

Ben must not leave.

Henry?

Thirteen.

Sit.

Sarah, I can see them.

I can see all of them.

You're the only one who can.

You believe?

I do.

I do.

Dead for three minutes, killed
by the Winchester rifle.

You are connected to this house.

Yes.

Henry!

I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid.

I, I won't let fear control me.

Henry!

Henry!

Oh please, please
come back to me!

Marion and Henry
are in grave danger.

The only way to save them
is to stop Ben here and now.

Ben, leave my family alone.

You speak to me.

Talk to me...

now.

Sarah!

Corporal Block is in this room.

Winchesters are a vile plague!

This whore bitch has to die!

Sarah, fight him!

My brothers were killed by
the rifle, murdered by this

instrument of death...

Fight him!

...that killed your wife.

Sarah, control this!
Control it!

Be present, Sarah!
Be present.

I want you to suffer.

Marion is mine.

Henry is mine!

- Sarah, no! Fight it!
- An eye for an eye!

Get off me!

These vermin profit from death.

Sarah, fight him!

No more!

Oh! Seal the floor, doctor.

Thirteen nails. Hurry!

His rage is endless.

But he can be stopped.

How?

By something,
something in this room.

He's afraid of something.

I felt it.

His gun!

That's twelve!

This is the gun...

he used to kill.

Do you see him?

No.

There. Done!

Now he's locked in.

And so are we.

Ben, show yourself.

Show yourself!

Your anger will never defeat us.

You took
everything from me!

Ahhh!

They're going
right through him!

You saw him?

Yes!

Who's there?

You're there.

You are there amongst the dead.

It's not the gun.

He's afraid of something else.

You kept it and refurbished it.

All because it's a
reminder of my past.

Instruments of death
have a powerful connection

to the afterlife.

What should have
killed him, saved him.

Ben, we can help you be
free of your torment.

I'm a mother...

a fighter.

Show yourself.

A protector.

And I am not afraid.

See the truth.

Yes!

He's at peace.

He has joined his brothers.

You've done it.

They're gone.

Everybody else,
go back to your rooms-

all of you.

Oh! Henry!

Henry!

Henry!
Oh, Henry!

Dear Mr Gates, below you will
find my psychological assessment

and mental status examination of
Mrs Sarah Lockwood Winchester.

It was conducted at her home
between the dates of April 12 to

April 19, 1906, and prepared at
the request of the Winchester

Repeating Arms Company.
In my professional opinion,

after having observed Mrs
Winchester for the past week,

it is my conclusion that she is
of sound mind and body, and is

fit to continue in her role with
the Winchester Repeating Arms

Company, for as long as
she desires such a burden.

Yours truly, Dr Eric A Price.

It's time for us both
to leave this house.

I'll always miss you.

Thank you, Dr Price,
for your help.

Young man.

Thank you.

Time for me to say goodbye.

Ruby loves you.

That did not stop
after her death.

You know that, don't you?

I do.

You know, in spite of
everything, you really-

do have a beautiful home.

What are you going to next?

Rebuild, of course.

Of course.