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I represented the interests of your mother in her final years.

And I confess it came as something of a shock when I learnt of your existence.

But then she always was a private woman.

And so, if I may proceed, I shall read to you the contents of your mother's

will. I, Flora May Findlay...

Hereby appoint my son, James Henry Finlay, as sole executor of my will.

As such, he is to inherit our property at Queen Street, as well as the estate

Baldur.

Your mother also requested that I hand this to you in person.

It was the last time I ever saw her.

She died the next day.

Jaime, my beloved son.

Upon receiving this letter, you will have inherited Baldaric House.

You must never go there. You won't remember. But when you were a child,

place drove you insane.

You were convinced that a monster lurked there with elongated limbs and giant

eyes. You were so afraid that it had come for you that you tried to drown

yourself in the pool.

Only your departure from us allowed your mind to recover.

melodies unwearied, forever piping songs forever new.

More happy love, more happy, happy love, all -breathing human passion far

above that leaves a heart high sorrowful and cloyed, a burning forehead and a

parching tongue.

So, what do you think Keats is trying to say in this verse?

Is it that he sets me frustrated, sir?

Douglas, I'd give you detention if it wasn't for the fact that you may well be

correct.

Anyone else have any ideas?

Is it not that he's jealous?

Because the people on the urn get to live forever.

And he doesn't want to die.

Thank you, Lindsay. That's the more generally accepted reading. You're

I'd hate to live forever, though, sir.

Don't forget your essays are due the day you get back.

You had a vivid imagination.

We all did till they beat it out of us at school.

No.

There's more to it, Alan.

The pure dread.

It was as if the creature in the drawing was real somehow.

So you think you actually saw a man with an owl's head?

Even back then, he never seemed unhinged to me.

I think if something was up, I would have noticed.

Or you would have told me.

Anyway, we were just kids.

Our biggest discussions were during toy swapping sessions.

Fair point.

I always screwed you over, you know.

I remember one. I got you to swap a brand new action man for a bag of

I copied the dandy.

I didn't give it away.

You insisted I take the bloody marble. Oh, do you remember much about actually

living there?

That's the thing. I remember a bit about the first year or so. My mother was in

bed a lot. She must have been ill and...

Alan, I'm... I'm sorry. I never even asked how you were doing.

How's your dad?

Not good.

I've seen it's down in months now.

Can't be helped.

So... What then?

According to my parents...

I got very sick, and I suppose looking back on it, I must have had some sort of

breakdown.

So now you think something happened to you?

I'm going back there.

Bulldark?

I think I have to.

Who's there?

I'm James. I made a booking.

Key's under the mat.

So far the house has differed greatly from my memory.

Whether it is the house that has changed or my memory's flawed, I don't know.

I'm in one of the old bedrooms on the first floor, where a picture has fallen

off the wall.

The accident has revealed a secret.

A key hung behind the frame.

I found a book which seems to be a gift from my father to my mother.

I suppose I would call this significant.

I thought you might be hungry.

That's okay to me. Come in.

I hope you like stew.

Oh, I love it.

I'm Eve, by the way.

Evie to you if you'd like.

Well, that was delicious. Thank you so much.

You're very polite, aren't you?

I take it you live nearby?

I do. I live just next door in the stable.

In the converted stable.

So how long have you lived in Balduric? I'm just here till I save enough money

to go to Paris.

I hear Paris is beautiful.

A dream.

And I've been studying French too. It's so beautiful.

It's so romantic and fluid. It's like ballet for the tongue.

Do you know they have words for things that we don't? I did not.

L 'esprit d 'escalier.

In English it's something like...

staircase wit, or elevator wit, you know, that incredible comeback that you

think of only when it's too late.

I'm sure I'll think of some very profound response to that statement in

ten minutes.

Ooh, watch out, ladies. Use a sharp one.

Monsieur?

Oui? Is there a lady in your life?

I thought not.

You just seem like the type of person to not let people in without putting up a

fight.

Why don't you ask me something instead?

Where in the States are you from?

The South.

Way down in the South. Small town, small mind.

No place for a dreamer like me.

So I left as soon as I could.

A classic hero's journey.

Heroin, you mean?

Of course.

So what brings you here?

Wasn't it supposed to be my turn to ask questions?

Tell me.

Please?

Last week, my mother died.

I'm sorry?

Ever since she died, I've begun to realise that this house had some...

fundamental bearing on the course of the rest of my life.

I don't understand how, but I want to.

That sounds perfectly reasonable to me. I mean, you want to understand your

path, and you want to understand why you are the way that you are.

So no, I don't think that you're mad.

I'd like to help if I can.

I love a good mystery.

As for the effect of this strange occurrence on me, suffice to say I

getting any more sleep tonight.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to frighten you so badly. I just couldn't help myself.

It's fine.

You're up early.

Well, I rise with the sun.

What's your excuse?

I couldn't sleep.

Things going bump in the night?

Creak, actually.

Ugh. It's the grumpy old house. Always grumbling and groaning. I wouldn't let

frighten you.

This place was built in the site of an old pagan shrine. There's even a map of

what exactly it used to be.

That would explain all the ghosts.

Are you being serious?

Deadly. Don't you get frightened?

I don't bother them, they don't bother me.

And you're braver than I am.

Yes, but that's obvious.

I knew it the second I saw you.

You're terrified.

You have been for years.

I suppose I have.

I've been hiding from a lot of things for a long time.

You're very brave, and you're very wise.

Well, thank you.

You say you've seen ghosts here.

Have you ever seen one of a man that looks like he's wearing a mask?

An owl mask.

No, I haven't.

You'd think I'd remember a thing like that.

Okay.

Class dismissed.

Time for some fun.

Come dance with

me. I'll teach you.

It's a walk the way.

One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two,

three. One, two, three. Two, two, three.

One, two, three, eight, two, three, two, two, three.

That's it.

You're a natural.

You just need a little help, that's all.

When I go to Paris, I'm going to walk down the shopping street.

In various mythologies, the owl seems to represent two things, wisdom and death.

The creature can see in the dark, which has been taken in some myths to mean

that he can see through deception to truth.

But the owl is most often seen as a harbinger of death, or some kind of

of the other world. In Celtic mythology, the owl was a symbol of the cult of the

head, who apparently cut off and kept the heads of their enemies in order to

imprison and control their souls.

So far there has been one positive to my trip here.

And that is Evie.

Thank you.

Who's there?

It's me, can I come in?

Of course.

What is it? Is something wrong?

Let me take care of you.

Ah!

Mysterio World.

No, I think I have to get something straight in my own head first, if that's

right. I have something that I want to talk to you about.

I'm sorry about the other night in the pool.

You did nothing wrong. I just took a funny turn.

The thing is, James, ever since you told me about the missing piece in your

memory, I've been thinking about my own.

And the other night in the pool, I reacted so badly because I have a

fear of water.

Although that fear had somehow escaped my memory until the feeling of being

ducked under reminded me of it.

You'd think I would know where that fear came from, wouldn't you?

I know how you feel.

I'm so glad and I'm so sorry.

At first I thought they could be times of day.

Perhaps they're fed into trains or tides or who knows.

With the exception, of course, of 3235.

But then why the exception?

I had a nightmare.

This spa is my absolute favorite.

For reading, naming clouds, entertaining men,

man, singular.

It's not quite warm enough for a picnic, though, is it?

No.

You really are a proper gentleman, aren't you?

Ma 'am?

It's nice to be out here, though. The house can get quite... Oppressive?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, I was looking through my French book again, and I found another word with no

translation.

I think it's my new favorite.

Retrovai. The happiness of meeting again after a long time.

Beautiful.

Because these numbers mean anything to you.

I've been racking my brain trying to figure out what they refer to.

Oh, yeah, they look like Bible references.

Of course, Evie, you're a genius.

You can take the girl out of the South, but you can't take the South out of the

girl.

Where did you find those numbers?

In a journal. I came across it in the basement.

The basement's locked.

I've found the key.

I don't think you should go down there again.

It gives me the shivers.

Or maybe it's the cold. I'm freezing.

Me too.

Back inside?

Back inside.

I'll freeze you.

On your mark.

Get set. Go!

Wait! Who are you?

I am the immortal hour.

The foul hour of oblivion. I am the almighty mistletoe.

The rope that tightens with the ticking of the clock.

The grave.

I trust.

I could find a Bible.

I have one. I'll get it. Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

That'd be great.

You're a real one. You know that.

I try.

Then came Peter to him and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me

and I forgive him?

Tell seven times.

I don't think that's it.

Let's read some more.

Here's Revelation 18 .21 And a mighty angel took up a stone like a great

millstone and cast it into the sea, saying, Thus with violence shall that

city Babylon be thrown down and shall be found no more at all.

And thou shalt not let any of thy seed pass through the fire or be offered as a

sacrifice to Moloch.

Neither shalt thou profane the name of thy God.

I am the Lord.

This isn't the first time the idea of sacrifice has come up.

Maybe this is it then.

It could be a coincidence.

I mean, who or what is Moloch?

Have you heard of it?

They heard us again.

Leviticus 22, it's not... 25, but maybe it could be a dash, maybe it's 2 to 5.

And the Lord spake unto Moses, saying, Again thou shalt say to the children of

Israel, that giveth any of his seed unto Molech, he shall surely be put to

death. The people of the land shall stone him with stones, and will cut him

from among his people, because he hath given of his seed unto Molech.

To defile my sanctuary and to profane my holy name.

We have to find out more about this Moloch.

How?

I'm willing to bet he'll be in there somewhere.

Lucky I like reading.

You don't have to.

I want to.

Moloch or Moloch is an ancient Semitic god usually represented as a horned

or an owl.

The Phoenicians believed that if you sacrificed your child to Moloch, he

grant you a wish.

Your child?

That's what it says.

But what's an ancient Semitic god got to do with Balduric? It doesn't make

sense. Didn't you say something about the cults worshipping an owl as well?

The cult of the head, yes.

So maybe... Maybe Moloch is the god of all sacrifice.

Do you think my parents were planning... Shh, no. Don't go jumping to dire

conclusions.

You've seen this figure, haven't you? And not just been nightmare.

Yes.

Jamie, you must be so frightened.

You called me Jamie.

Did I?

I won't do it again.

It's alright.

It just took me by surprise.

I haven't been called that for a long time.

James, I was phoning to tell you what your father's doing.

No change.

Why?

No, no, no, I just wanted to make sure that you were alright.

Look, I'm just about to leave the house.

I'll call you when you get back, okay?

I'll hear all your incredulous tales then.

You want to go?

No, you carry on.

Push me then.

Put your back into it.

Goodness.

Do you think it will hold?

Sometimes I wonder if you had any fun before you met me. Not often.

Well, I hope you've learned your lesson.

Oh, yes, ma 'am.

Oh!

Evie, do you like working here?

You asked me that before, didn't you?

I asked you if you liked it at Baldur's.

What do you actually do here?

Don't spoil it, please.

I was just curious.

Never mind, it doesn't matter.

No, it doesn't.

I know what you need.

Now just as I do.

One, two, three.

So much better.

Let's get you down to ground level before you do yourself like this. I'm

thinking of pop.

Me, can I come in?

Of course.

What is there?

Something wrong?

Is there?

Am I... awake?

Let me take care of you.

Last night I heard a fluttering of wings so I went to the window.

There I saw the old man standing under the tree.

The same tree I've seen him near three times now.

Thank you.

Fate has delivered us new hope in the form of a young American woman whom we

have employed as Jamie's nanny. As she will rely on us for food and lodgings,

then technically we are her guardians, making her a suitable offering to

According to the rite, she must first be drowned, then the head removed and

placed in the shrine.

Little Jamie, by some ill circumstance, witnessed part of the ritual.

He has not spoken since.

nor does he seem fully present.

Flora has made a full physical recovery, but is now sick with guilt and worry

for her son.

We must leave Balduric as soon as possible in the hope that distance will

whatever it is that has broken in Jaime.

Jaime!

Oh, Evie.

Thank God. I thought that you were gone.

Why would I be gone?

Because... No.

This can't be real.

You're still here, so this can't be real.

What are you talking about?

I found a picture of someone who looks like you with me when I was a little

Then I saw something, Evie.

Something terrible.

What did you see?

A dream.

A vision, maybe.

I thought I saw... I thought I saw you.

I thought that you were dead.

Maybe I must be going mad.

It can't be you,

Kat.

It isn't you.

You're covered in mud.

But you know... You've always c -

me from the worst event.

I thought it was father to be him.

He's with me, keeping me up at night.

Life was good when you were here.

Sleep my little darling and your wishes will come true.

decay on your lost lover's lips and sense that its foul fragrance would

you too.

Oh, stupid specimen of your thick feces.

Today I make your skull my prize, your soul my

shining trinket.

Your martyrdom will be most poor.

It's okay.

I love

you.

Love with death.

Fool. A most naive necrophilia.

But now the morbid marionette has been manipulated to fruition. The deeds

of your dead seeders have destroyed her and her spirit has become

vengeance.

Your dear dead love will pluck your limbs out of their throats.

to sing you from your bones for what they did.

Free her.

How do I free her?

Free her and retain your mortal coil a little longer.

And you will suffer.

Jane, it's me. I'm sorry.

Look at me.

Utilise Eve Turner.

Or Evie if you like.

She was a true heroine.

And was truly loved.

May she rest in peace.

You think?

You

think?

Each one in time shall be replaced, for in the shrine of skull must sit, where

smallest rot be felt.

Don't even know what to say.

Do you believe me?

Do you believe yourself?

I'm not sure.

Do you think maybe you had another breakdown?

Like when you were a child?

I'd consider that possibility at first.

I didn't trust what I was seeing.

In fact, I think I had fully accepted that it was all really, truly happening.

That I would never have survived the ordeal.

But it was real, Alan.

I'm sure it was.

Your parents lived with it?

I don't know.

They liked the house.

Kept their distance from me.

I can only assume it was denial that got them through it.

You think you did the right thing?

Of course I don't.

Tragic though it may have been, my mother should have submitted to her

And my father should have led her.

They killed an innocent young woman with her whole life ahead of her.

They drowned her, cut off her head for Christ's sake. How is that the right

thing?

A lot about your mother.

Didn't she give you the other chance to live?

Yeah, she did.

Isn't that some innocent woman's expense?

Alan, why are you talking like this?

I had to stick her in water, James.

I must have gotten used to that Highland climate.

I'm baking in here.

Excuse me a minute.

I can't believe this.

I can't believe them.

I can't believe them. I can't believe them.

Submit yourself to me, to your God.

Forget your heaven and your hell as well.

Cut out your morbid doubt and sleep a hundred years.

The inevitable end will find you in your blindness.

It will seek you in your slumber, in the numbness of your sweet

denial, and defile you.

Dim dreamer.

And when death takes you, you will not awake elsewhere.

For there is no believer's bliss.

There is but one eternal certainty, and that

is the abyss.

Sleep, my little darling, and your wishes will come true.

Sleep, my little baby, I will watch over you.

Dream away the darkness, darling. Dream away the fears.

And when you wake, my sweetness, you know I...

Bye.