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Oh, really?

Well, of course, old chum.

I knew you were more interested in the spooks and the ghouls and the Bibles, so yes, I decided to have a bit of fun with you.

And of course I allowed them to indulge in this little prank.

Well, I think it's a bit...

I think it's time we've retired for the evening.

Now, there are no such things as ghosts,

and nothing haunts this place.

I give you my word.

I really don't know why you felt the pressing need

to tell that ghastly story.

The young like the macabre.

Indulging them is not prudent.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Get to bed.

What?

What?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

The box, son.

The box.

Now!

Just...

Go.

Go.

Just...

I'm fine.

Just need a moment.

And listen to me, my boy.

Listen to me.

I charge you.

This box, my son.

The stories are true, Henry.

What do you mean they're true?

True.

These eyes have seen it.

And if you believe in the word of the Lord, you must believe me.

No, no.

One day, you will tread in my footsteps.

Can't it?

Father, of course.

Perhaps as...

As a rector.

No, no, no.

Not just as rector.

Your...

Your...

Your mother, your...

Your sisters.

They will need your protection.

Now, not just the strength of the Lord.

Your strength, Henry.

Yours.

Now, you must promise me.

You do.

Promise me.

Now!

I promise.

Promise!

I promise.

I promise, Father.

What is it?

It's your legacy, my son.

Good morning, dear sisters.

How are we all today?

Henry!

How?

Oh, thank you.

Oh, what a lovely basket.

Oh, and another one.

Would you mind taking one?

Are we incapable of holding our own hat boxes?

Oh, thank you.

Right.

Yeah, thank you.

I must say, being the rector does suit you, dear brother.

Oh, thank you, Mabel.

You're too kind.

Father would be proud.

How was London?

Delightful.

Though nary a sign of husband material, I must say.

You're awfully tired now.

Good God.

Must you be quite so obvious?

Do not judge me so harshly, Caroline.

Kitty had her nose in a book again.

Oh, did she now?

Nothing wrong with being educated.

That sounds like a dig.

Now, now, dear sisters.

Come on.

Let's say the lashings is at least after supper.

Frida, it's you.

I'm ready.

Good one.

Dance.

Oh!

Caroline!

Don't gripe.

She likes griping.

Oh, right.

Who's challenged?

It's Henry.

Oh, this is it again.

Henry.

Henry.

You disappoint me.

I disappoint you?

Yes.

Your sisters, they flagrantly disregard the teachings of the Bible.

Mother, you act like they're out of control.

I mean, they're just trying to be like any other girl in this country.

Well, of course, Frida wants to get married.

But Kitty, well, I fear your father indulged her far too much when she was younger.

Kitty would much rather make her own way in this world.

Well, I don't think that's Kitty's choice to make.

Mother.

Anyway, I've spoken to Mrs. Smith.

Her son, Roger, seems like an eligible bachelor.

Mother, are you trying to marry her off?

Henry, the rectory is your world.

Mine is raising the children.

Frida wants a husband.

I don't know why you don't focus your efforts on trying to find her the most eligible bachelor.

Because Frida is younger.

She has time.

She will find a husband.

But Kitty, I mean, I cannot bear the thought of her becoming a spinster.

Kitty knows her own mind, Mother.

And with that, she knows her own heart.

And I don't.

I'm her mother.

Well, yes, but...

And I'm yours.

Yes, Mother.

Look, I'm not trying to argue with you.

I'm simply saying...

Good.

Right.

Yes.

Very well.

I'll speak to her in the morning.

Oh, this is quite the punishment.

I know, sister.

You know, I sometimes wonder if Mother's whole purpose in life is just to make our lives as difficult as possible.

Well, you wouldn't be blamed for thinking so.

I suppose we are helping Henry.

Yes, there is that.

Oh, is that the priest hole?

Yes.

I remember that.

You hated going in there.

Yes, well, I was a child then.

And now?

You're still frightened of it.

No.

Then go in there.

No.

You go in there.

No, I'm not scared.

Well?

It's cold in here.

Kitty!

I'm fine.

There's something in here.

What is it?

I think I remember Father with this box.

Oh, my.

What is this?

Do you think Henry knows?

Do you think Henry knows?

Do you think Henry knows how much?

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Why didn't you tell me?

Father, you made me swear to him.

Swear to what?

Not tell us?

He was a complicated man.

Oh, I understand that.

But even the letters in there were for Everton Shaw.

Yes, I know.

Father said all of this was nonsense.

Yes, but I fear he might have just been saying that for the sake of mother.

Mother?

Look, I think the best cause of action here is to just draw a line under the whole thing.

Henry!

Kitty.

But you haven't seen anything though, have you?

That's not the point.

Father surely felt that something was going on here.

I don't know.

I don't know, but I can say what I have seen, and I haven't seen anything.

Uncle!

Frida!

We wondered if you were going to visit.

Your smile alone is worth the journey.

Flattery, Uncle.

Oh, I do so wish you wouldn't call me Uncle.

He does age oneself so.

I'll try to remember that, Uncle.

I'll try to remember that, Uncle.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Uncle?

How are you?

Frida?

Duty calls.

Will you join us?

Well, that depends.

Is your mother still...

Rune to being a battle axe?

Your words, not mine.

Come and judge for yourself.

Mr Somerset.

It's been some time.

I thought I'd dropped by.

I heard the whole family was here.

Indeed.

Frida, I need you and your sisters

to run some errands for me in the village.

Oh, mother.

Frida.

Very well.

There's money in the drawing room.

You may fetch yourselves dinner,

but do not be back too late.

Of course, mother.

It really is good to see you.

And yourself.

It seemed right to pay a visit.

Of course.

And how is the good lady of the house?

Charmed, as always.

Yeah, truly.

Would you care to join me for supper?

I would be delighted.

I do sometimes wonder if mother does these things as some kind of torture.

Oh, come now.

Don't gripe.

I like griping.

That is very true.

Mother does like things just so.

Caroline?

What is it?

There's someone there in the grounds.

What is that?

Mabel?

Caroline.

Catch Henry.

Quickly.

Don't look back.

Who is that?

Now, just wait.

Kitty?

Kitty.

Kitty, don't.

Freda, come with me.

Don't look back.

Kitty, some cocoa.

Come and sit down.

Yes, come on.

There you go.

Anything?

How's Mabel?

She can't sleep.

I doubt any of us could sleep.

It must still be out there, somewhere.

Did you see in which direction she went?

No.

I tried to look, but Kitty pushed me away.

No shame, Frida.

Kitty, did you see which way she went?

No.

One moment she was there, and the next she was gone.

Henry's gone outside to see if he can see anything.

He's dead.

No.

What's the potential of getting married?

Kitty.

Kitty.

It's the nun.

Father saw it as well.

Look.

It's exactly like the one Father described in his story.

What?

Kitty, I think perhaps...

I think perhaps spending too much time with Mother is starting to rub off on you.

Kitty, I don't disbelieve you.

Then what?

Please.

I know what Mother thinks of me.

Father truly believed something was going on here.

Something beyond any of our understanding.

Perhaps now we owe it to him to find out what.

I suppose you heard all about the excitement yesterday.

Oh, bits and pieces.

Did you see it?

I don't know what I saw.

Oh, I see.

Have you ever seen anything that you can't explain?

Well, I'm afraid not.

You've gone quite pale.

You know, even as a child, I never liked this place.

It always had a shadow upon it.

Does that make sense?

Well, a little.

I mean, as a visitor, as a friend of the family.

I mean, seeing the family here is wonderful, but...

The building itself, it makes me feel a little uneasy.

I mean, my father...

What?

Well, he never saw anything, but...

He would feel it in...

In your bones?

Exactly.

Do you feel it?

Well, a little.

But I try not to think about it.

How do you manage that?

Well, the fact that I don't live here actually makes it a lot easier.

Oh, you are teasing me.

I wouldn't dare.

Did father ever confide in you about this place?

Well, he would sometimes discuss it, but, you know, very broadly.

He...

He did maintain some correspondence with a chap called Shaw.

Oh, yes.

Yes, that's a familiar name.

Oh, well, Shaw was some kind of expert in these matters.

If you can be an expert, I suppose.

What do you suppose something like that would want?

To live.

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

What do you suppose something like that would want to do?

It's just the...

What?

What are you doing up, anyway?

I should like to ask you the same question, Mother.

Mother?

Mother?

No!

No!

What is all this?

I mean...

This...

This is your handwriting.

What is it?

Explain it to me.

Father had been recording.

There were stories.

No, Mother.

Yes.

Just stories.

And that's all.

Mother!

Please!

Oh, Mother.

Yes.

Just...

Stories.

And that's all.

Mother!

Please!

I saw the nun outside.

Hmm.

Well, that's as far as I know.

And that's all Henry knows as well.

I see.

Well, I shall have some words with your father in the morning.

Oh, Mother, please.

It's not like he's keeping us a secret.

Oh, really?

Well, this seems the very definition of a secret.

Wouldn't you agree?

Well, Father kept this from you as well.

I didn't mean to hurt you, but it's true.

He did.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

No, you're not.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

Your sisters are all right about you.

It's all too much.

Head in the clouds, not where it should be, which is right here.

So, I shall have some very stern words for all members of this family tomorrow.

Oh, Mother, please.

I will no longer allow you to continue.

Did you hear that?

Yes.

An intruder.

Mother, why on earth do you have that in here?

Because when I'm on my own here, the nights are long and the lady of the house has to protect herself.

Mother.

This home is our castle and I shall defend it.

Hello?

Hello?

Mother.

Go and set your brother.

Mother.

No, please, please, just go quickly.

Go!

Hello?

Hello?

No.

Lost.

Ah!

Oh, sh...

No.

Ah, ah, ah.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Help me!

Help me!

Who are you?

We need to hide.

If we hide, he will not find us.

Now listen, my son is a man of the Good Book.

He will help us.

We should hide in the dark.

He will not see us.

Who? Who won't see us?

He's coming! He's coming!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

How is she, Doctor?

I do not know her medical history, and I'm not the family doctor.

However, physically, she's well.

I'm sorry. What?

Well, it's hard to say, really.

It reminds me of the men's faces I would see returning from the last royal war.

Is there something wrong with you, woman? Explain!

Fear, Mr Bull. She's in shock. Something has really frightened your mother.

Right, yes.

Give her some time to convales.

Of course.

Can I offer you my sincere apologies?

I was delayed in Ipswich.

Doctor Ambrose, finally some semblance of bloody order.

I've already looked over her. I'm the doctor.

No, I'm the doctor. The family doctor. I have been for many years.

There's no need for you to stay anymore.

Or I'll take it from here.

I will be billing you for my time.

I do hope Mother is in good hands.

It seems there are many hands.

Do you think it could be stress the other doctors seem to think so?

She was right in her findings, but insufficient in her diagnosis.

Every time I come to this building, it's because of an emergency and with good reason.

You'll be pleased to hear that on this occasion, there is no emergency with your good mother.

She just needs rest and she'll be good in the morning.

So what do you think could have caused such symptoms?

The symptoms are this building, its garden, the nearby church. You two should know that by now.

But recently I felt a change.

You've been experiencing some strange occurrences.

Yes, thank you, Kitty. We have all been experiencing some ghostly phenomena.

You have. And I can sense it here now. Waiting, watching, ready to strike at the weakest.

Didn't your father teach you anything?

They have to be controlled and contained.

Talking about the entities just releases their energy, which is why I ignore it.

Ignorance can be bliss.

Well, how can we ignore it if it attacks our family?

We have to confront it.

Strong words. Are you sure you have the ability to back up your intentions?

I do.

We do. And now we know what it's capable of.

We've been reading my father's writings and yes, we now know the story of the priest and the nun.

I've been your family doctor for many years and I see what can happen.

You see things. They want you to see them.

Terrible things.

Your father was a guardian of this rectory.

The whole area was protected by him.

And before that, his father did the same.

And before that, there was a warden protecting and controlling the entities to keep the families safe.

And you have let them loose.

How?

Your lack of faith. I can sense them distrusting you.

Every day, your father went to church.

Every day, he prayed to protect those he loved.

He did it for you.

He was never here.

He cared more about the flock and the parish than he ever did about us.

You're so wrong.

It meant everything to him.

It was his way of controlling the energies so they could never be seen by you.

We didn't experience very much paranormal activity as children.

But that's because he was busy doing what he needed to do to protect you all.

Well, he never told us any of this.

He wrote it down, but he didn't have the chance to tell you everything.

But you must understand that whatever it is has been here for hundreds of years, waiting to get out, waiting to be free.

What do you know about the priest and the nuns?

How do we end this?

End it?

Doctor, how do you make them leave?

You don't understand anything at all.

This is their home.

There's no cause for them to leave.

They want you to leave.

And they'll do everything they can to make that happen.

The stronger they get, the more powerful they become.

The stronger they get, the more powerful they can to make that happen.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Mother?

I am here.

But how can that be?

In times of need, we are allowed to visit our loved ones.

But...

Do not worry.

I am here to help you.

Now, what is all this?

Lying in bed, feeling sorry for yourself.

This really will not do.

But something has happened.

Something I cannot explain.

I know what has occurred.

And that is why I am here.

I did not raise you to hide away from your fears.

It is a sign of insecurity.

You must tackle this priest head on.

You must be strong.

You must not show weakness to your family.

I showed you the love you needed as a child.

Remember?

Of course.

I remember everything.

I also imparted the importance of love for your family.

I see them reaching out for you.

And you reject them.

But that is not so.

I love them.

With all of my heart.

The rectory is alive.

With the spirits your husband once kept back.

The priest is after them all.

Henry is doubting his faith.

And your lack of love for them all is making him feel this way.

What about the nun?

I mean, I've seen her more than ever.

And I feel the presence of the priest.

It's consuming us.

You can save her as well.

But you must save your family first.

Send them all away.

Send the children away.

Then you can confront the priest.

I love you, Mother.

I love you.

You are forever in my heart, Constance.

Mother.

Mother, what is it?

What did you see?

You must protect them.

What?

Please.

You must protect them.

That's, um...

Father once said, um...

What?

Father once said something very similar to what you just said.

There is something evil lurking here.

Please.

Mother.

Please.

Protect them.

Promise me.

I promise you.

I will.

Take them to London.

Save them.

Of course.

I will do as you ask, Mother.

Somerset and I will stay up through the night.

Right until dawn.

For what purpose?

To see what's afoot.

Afoot?

Henry, you know what's afoot.

And it's dangerous.

Yes, but I also know how well you fooled Charles over those years ago.

So, what are you saying?

That this is just some prankster?

Someone with little else to do but play games?

What I'm saying is, Somerset and I will spend the night.

Oh, then I will too.

No, I'd really rather if you didn't kiss me.

I'd much rather do as I say rather than as you please.

Fine.

Yes, you too, but nobody else.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes?

Good.

Good.

I still miss him.

As do I, sister.

Why do you think Father hid this from us?

Probably for the same reason that I never said anything to anyone after he confided in me.

What reason?

It's my burden to carry, I suppose.

He asked that you protect us.

Yes.

Yes, he did.

You know, I often wonder if there was an air of melancholy about him.

But then again, I've never actually seen anything.

Wait here.

Wait here.

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Kitty!

Sorry.

Somerset.

He's heard something.

There.

There.

We're talking.

We're talking!

While one side has a change, please.

You can still see there.

You can still see here.

We have to be ready.

For the kingdom, power, and the universe, now and the time.

Dear Reverend Shaw, I hope this letter finds you well.

My name is Kitty Bull.

You knew my father, Harry Bull, from Borley Rectory.

You may not know, but my father passed some years before.

I write to you because I remember how close you were to my father, how close you were to all of us.

But there's more. There's more than just your friendship.

There's your interest in the supernatural, and there are your correspondences with my father

where you discussed what was happening here at Borley.

I found these letters amongst my father's things.

And when I say my father's things, I refer to a box.

A box of items related to various supernatural occurrences here at the Rectory.

I can only suppose from this that my father confided in you.

That your knowledge of this place runs deeper than what we thought.

I fear our family are victims of a frightful curse.

Some terrifying presence seems to have taken root in this house,

and I am unclear why.

But I hope that you may be able to help us find the answers.

I am afraid that we are at a wit's end.

Gripped with a terror that I cannot possibly fathom.

I can only hope that you may be able to help us find the answers we so desperately seek.

Yours sincerely, Kitty Bull.

It is Señor soünden to be able to help us find the story you have the asking peace for the evidence I was going to play on against.

It is finally found in Jesus' mind, savages that I have the solution for my father's revenge.

The Niall Oh Yes.

But it is a link to our love collection.

The Norges of L Son

Do you think the letter will reach him?

I only sent it three days ago, so I can only hope.

Do you think it will help?

Father confided in him.

Sorry. Yeah.

That just doesn't mean very much.

I suppose...

Why now? I mean, really, honestly, why now?

With what's been going on?

Yeah, but it's been years.

Sure, there's been a few bangs and knocks, but this is a veritable Avalon.

I know. I keep pondering that myself.

Every time I close my eyes, I see that bloody priest's face.

I know. I know. As do I.

I know. I don't see that.

I know. I know. I know.

I know. It's been a while.

Annется.

I don't know.

That door always does that when it's windy.

Did you see? Did you see how? A nun? Her face?

Yes. Yes, he attacked her. Just like in father's story.

Yes. It was like a painting come to life.

Sister, I'm a little bit ashamed to admit, but, see, I was so overwhelmed with terror that I could barely see straight.

What? Mother said. Mother said that she...

She what?

She said that the nun said to hide.

What?

She was scared.

I bet she was. I bet she was terrified.

No. Not mother. The nun.

The nun was scared.

The nun was scared of the priest.

The father of her child.

He killed her and disposed of the body.

Because of the scandal.

Not just because of that.

See, I could see it in his face. He, um, he attacked her with such a relish.

Yes.

It was as if he, um...

Enjoyed it.

Yes.

Enjoyed killing her.

What an evil man.

Caroline.

You can't smell that.

Smell what?

God, that smell. It's awful.

Come with me.

I can't move.

Come on, evil.

I can't make sense.

I can't make sense.

Caroline.

Nathana.

We are after identity

Nathana.

Nathana.

Nathana.

Nathana.

Nathana.

?

Nathana.

Nathana.

Freida.

The shotgun.

I am the vessel and the instrument of the Lord.

And thou shalt find your salvation through me.

I love you, Ben!

Are you sure of that remaining?

I have to do something, Mother. I just have to.

This won't be goodbye forever.

You'll be back soon.

I suppose we will be.

We'll be fine.

Come.

Thanks.

Bye.

Bye.

You too.

Come along.

Come along.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

See?

Bye.

Hi.

Bye.

Oh, this is the time we're in it to my trouble.

See you.

Be close to the world.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

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Oh, Jesus.

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Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

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Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

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Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

I don't know.

The first lighting was when I was with my sisters.

We were taking a stroll and that's when I first saw her.

Kitty?

Kitty?

Kitty, go!

It was almost like a barrage.

One event after another, one thing after another.

Mother, what is it? What did you see?

And these experiences have been limited to those at the rectory?

Not quite.

There.

There.

No. Not events. Not a barrage. An assault. Assault.

Depend thy sin. Depend thy vanity. I am the vessel and the instrument of the Lord.

And that pretty much brings us to your arrival today.

I see.

Well then, what do you think?

Well, I would need to spend the night and see what actually happens here.

What are your initial thoughts?

I...

Reverend?

Well, it's a difficult question.

How so?

Because I am a man of faith.

I base all my beliefs on a book.

This book.

You must understand that the church isn't keen on these experiences.

Why?

Well, they are concerned that they might be misinterpreted.

Forget all this.

Ruda.

Can you help us?

Very well. I shall try.

But I will need a volunteer.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You seem like you know what you're doing.

Well, it is the 20th century, Reverend.

Brave new world for men.

And women.

Quite.

Did you hear that?

Yes.

It's coming from that direction.

Come along.

Are you quite all right?

Yes.

Yeah, yes.

I'm...

I'm fine.

How much did my father tell you about this place?

Enough.

He did confide in you?

He did.

About this place?

Yes.

Yes, Kitty.

The nun and the priest is far more than a ghost story to scared young children.

You must understand it's like some...

Some blood infection.

It infects everything around it.

It seeps into everything, including the walls.

Your father and I corresponded a great deal about this.

Why you?

Because I'm his friend.

Or...

I was his friend.

I was his friend.

This goes beyond your interest and knowledge in the supernatural, doesn't it?

All right.

Kitty, I can...

I can sense things.

Things which you cannot see.

Does that mean that you can...

I do not have the words to...

Fully explain what it is I can do.

I have, I see.

We should continue the work.

I promise it will help.

So if you can sense things...

You're going to ask me what we should do next?

Yes.

I believe that it's possible to send the priest away.

Set the nun free?

You feel empathy for the nun?

Does she not scare you too, Kitty?

The nun and the priest are trapped in some tragic and terrifying duet.

I believe we have to break it.

What we have here is an awakening caused by your disturbance of the box.

You've awoken these spirits.

What about my father's interests?

In fact, sure.

What about your interests?

For whatever the reason,

I believe that Kitty...

Kitty is somehow the key to this.

I believe that there is a way to expel the priest from the rectory.

How?

I do not know.

But we will endeavour to find out together.

For now, we must see how the night progresses.

We should be ready.

We should be ready.

For now, we should be ready.

We should be ready.

We should be ready.

Let's forgive uhh..

It's happening!

It's happening!

It's happening!

It's happening!

It's happening!

It's happening!

It's happening!

It's happening!

It's happening!

It's happening!

It's happening!

I pray...

I pray to the Lord to help me, but...

He never helps.

Only He comes.

Who comes?

Protect this child...

...for the sanity of the Geist.

May God have mercy on your sword, sister.

No!

No!

No...

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No...

No!

Please, please.

You have brought irreparable harm against the sanctity of our church.

And I cannot go before the congregation and bear false witness for your sin, Marie.

God damns all sinners.

That's it. Keep going.

PUSH!

PUSH!

No!

Please!

No!

Please!

No!

Please!

PUSH!

Help me!

No!

No!

No!

This is your sin.

You must bear it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Almost there.

Almost there.

I cannot.

No!

I cannot!

I cannot!

I cannot!

I cannot!

I cannot!

God damns all sinners, Marie!

Please, Lord. Please, Lord, hear my prayer.

Sister, the baby.

My child.

My child.

Please.

Sleep well, my sister, in the name of the father.

My child.

The son and the Holy Ghost.

Please.

Please.

My child, please.

My child, let's go.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

No.

Reverend.

Reverend.

A cycle.

What on earth do you mean?

The nun and the priest, they're connected.

How?

Well, the nun was frightened.

She was scared of, well, scared of the priest.

Exactly.

Her body was beaten, strangled.

She was terrified.

And the priest, well, he's just the epitome of evil.

It's almost as if he was the devil himself.

It wasn't a relationship between them.

It was, um...

Yes.

Look, what's going on here is much more than a simple ghost story.

Do you continue?

Marie Lear.

That's the name of the nun.

She's a real nun.

She was brought over from Le Havre Monastery in France.

And the priest is a real priest.

His name was Sebastian Waldegrave.

But the priest, the priest was always just a story.

I've seen many references to him in the records.

There are records?

Oh, for many centuries, there was no better record keeper than the church.

What did he do?

Well, he, um...

He had his way with her.

Again and again.

Night after night against her will.

Caroline described his hot breath of...

You're saying this thing, this thing, this thing, this thing, such a...

With Caroline.

With my Caroline!

What a vile and evil thing.

Agreed.

And after this hellish nightmare, there was a child conceived.

And a child taken away from the nun.

I do not know what happened to the child.

I fear the worst.

This awful story.

Where did it happen?

Here.

Right here, she was beaten, strangled, and murdered.

The rectory is the epicenter.

What became of him?

Cromwellian monks exacted a terrible punishment for his crimes.

He was burned alive.

Good.

That's right.

He was burned alive.

But how...

Well, like you said...

A duet trapped in an endless cycle.

An endless, hellish cycle.

They're forced to relive the moment of their death over and over.

Unless?

Unless...

We would attempt to set them free.

How on earth do we do that?

The nun communicated with your mother, albeit briefly.

She did the same with me.

I believed that if I could effectively communicate back with her, well, we could set her free.

To where?

To where all good souls go.

And how do we do that?

We would allow one of the souls to inhabit one of us.

What?

You must understand.

The nun.

The child is the key, but...

But the nun.

If the nun could inhabit one of us, even for just a moment,

well, then the priest would have nothing to pursue.

He would be free of his vile crusade.

And in that moment, I believe he'd be sucked straight to hell.

This is preposterous.

I can barely comprehend your plan.

Allow one of us to be taken over.

It's possession.

Yes.

A possession.

Exactly.

How long have they been around?

They have been here for many, many years.

Watching and waiting.

I will no longer allow you to continue.

It's important to remember that we both share equal responsibility in this household.

And yes, whilst I might be in charge of the household itself,

I do think it's important.

I'm sorry, I can't allow this to happen.

I'm sorry, I just cannot say...

As if you've not seen what has already happened to your sisters.

I cannot believe...

The attacks will only gain in ferocity over the coming weeks and months.

How long would you propose you live like this?

I cannot believe that a man of the cloth is even suggesting such a thing.

Henry!

Henry!

What?

He's right, Henry.

It's the only way.

This is our home, Henry.

Our home.

We have to protect our home.

Not run away into the night.

Kitty.

A vessel?

Yes.

When do we start?

There are no records, are there?

Of the priest and Marie?

What is it?

Is it a gift?

A gift?

I'm sure I would describe it as a gift.

It's a pain, Kitty.

A terrible pain like no one has ever felt.

And it's right up here.

Perception.

And voices.

I hear the voices all the time.

Deafening voices.

And with this?

And with this, I can feel everything.

Their emotions.

Did you know she begged?

She begged and she begged.

And then when that didn't work, she prayed and she prayed and she prayed.

And no one ever came.

And now she's trapped within these walls.

I see.

But the names.

The names I don't get from her.

The names I get from him.

Because I can feel his thoughts too.

His dark, sadistic thoughts.

It's like seeing the face of the devil and not being able to shut it off ever.

A curse rather than a gift.

Indeed.

You know, my father, he said to protect the family.

He asked Henry, but I now feel that I am being asked to do so.

Well, your father was a wise man.

Perhaps he had some perception of what was in store.

Tangible, unclear.

But a perception nonetheless.

Protect them at all costs.

Well then, shall we bring everyone and everything to the table?

Very well.

Well, these items are like conduits, if you will.

The connective tissue between our world and the next.

Why toys?

These lost souls are like children.

These toys, they help them to reach out.

They encourage them.

Think of it like a flame on a candle.

Attracting a moth.

You will see.

Can I ask that we all link hands with your palms face down?

We must connect and form a circle.

Whatever happens, do not break the circle.

Let's begin.

We call out to the spirit world with a plea.

If there are any spirits here, let yourself be known.

Give us a sign.

We call out to the spirit world.

Hear our plea.

Give us a sign that you are there.

Come on.

Come on.

Take the bait.

We call out to the spirit world.

Hear our plea.

Give us a sign that you are there.

We know you're there.

We know you're there.

This is probably a waste of time.

It's working.

What now?

Shh.

Spirit.

Thank you for giving us a sign.

Please.

Allow us to commune with you.

Please.

Walk with us once more into the light.

It's working.

It's working.

It's working, you see.

Be calm.

This is...

What is it?

There's something.

There's something in the corner.

There's something in the corner.

Do not break the circle.

For God's sake, Somerset, put your hands back.

Somerset, hands.

Please.

Mr. Somerset, please.

I'm sorry.

Rejoin the circle.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Please do not panic.

We have merely offered them an invitation.

What?

We've shown them the door to access our realm.

If they walk through the door, they will be able to interact as us.

Touch, see, smell, hear.

They'll be able to do whatever they desire.

I will attempt to communicate with the spirit.

Spirit, hear me.

Channel your energy through my body.

You may...

I will have to bless you.

Please.

I will unfortunately.

I will depois continue to go for what it is.

The Ada is sleeping in my body.

I will try to enter your lungs...

...and she loves getting the hyd publications.

So, do the if you fall into the building.

Any other questions?

This is being said,

we audit information on our hands.

Sorry to consult your plane with the story.

What is this?

Where is this coming from?

Kitty, be calm.

Kitty, do not try to resist.

Are you sure?

Do not break the circle.

Jesus.

He's here.

Kitty.

It's not her.

It's Marie.

Marie.

Marie.

You must listen to Kitty.

Kitty, tell her who you are.

Tell her what?

Tell her how to save herself.

She's not interested in saving herself.

She's interested in saving her child.

One more child.

How do I know that?

She's still hard.

She's already gone.

I am backstory.

Amen.

God damn me.

God damn me.

God damn you.

God damn you.

God damn you.

I am...

God damn you.

God damn you.

God damn you.

I am...

God damn you.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, oh, it's good, oh, oh, it's good, oh, it's perfect, hello, my darling,

it's been so long, now, where were we?

You are dealing with a man of faith, I will not let you, I will not let you, I've got you,

you are dealing with a man of faith, I shall not allow you to use this vessel, I will not

allow you, I will not allow you, I will not allow you, now, I adjure you to leave this

vessel, I exercise you by the living God, Ghost, in the name of Jesus Christ, in the name

of Jesus Christ, who comes to judge the living and the dead, in the name of the Father, the

Son, our holy dead, our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come,

thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven, give us today our daily bread, and forgive

us our sacrifices, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from you!

Marie, Marie, you need to let my sister go and you will be free, I promise.

I promise you will be free, now let her go, let her go, let her go.

Kitty? Kitty? Kitty? Kitty? Kitty?

Kitty? Kitty?

Frida?

Kitty?

Kitty?

Kitty?

The child survived, Kitty? walled out by her.

Kitty?

.

So what happened?

You freed her.

Her mum was never concerned with saving herself.

Nearly her child.

She possessed your body.

She could feel your bloodline.

So when she took me, she was able to...

She felt your strength.

Your words.

You connected with her.

In that moment, you freed her completely.

You allowed her to rest in peace.

I see.

And him?

Terrified.

After Marie had left, he knew exactly where he was going.

And where did he go?

Where all wicked people go.

It all looks so peaceful.

In a way, it is.

You said for now?

The cycle of the nun and the priest is broken.

But this is an old place, Kitty.

And it has seen many residents.

Not all of whom are at peace, I'm afraid.

How long will the Rectorino be peaceful?

A while.

But you know, when something dies, it leaves an imprint of itself here.

It is best not to disturb it.

You know...

What is it?

Well, you know your mother and father loved you as one of their own.

But they did tell me of your adoption.

I only bring it up now, as I wondered.

Did you never consider your roots?

What do you mean?

Well, you.

The nun, this place.

Seems like it has a way to reconnect souls that were once thought lost.

I'm a descendant of Marie.

Yes, you are.

And perhaps you have her strength, too.

You're more than welcome.

What's now for you?

Oh, I shall find somewhere new to move to.

Somewhere recently built.

Preferably with no history at all.

That sounds like a good idea.

There was a good idea.

There was something that feels such a good thought we want to do.

There's something that feels sort of weird.

There is something that keeps moving forward.

I heard a good idea.

Thanks for choosing an answer.

You don't want to talk something.

I don't want to talk to my friends.

I don't want you.

I don't want to talk to my friends.

I don't want you.

It tribal inspires you yet.