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Lillian!

Lillian!

I heard screaming and crying.

Are you all right?

No.

No!

No!

Oh, Lillian.

So much has changed.

Are you sure you want to move in to this place?

I mean, we could always sell it, put all of this behind us.

It will never be behind us.

Mom died here.

But she also lived here, and raised me here.

I just wish I would have had a chance to say goodbye to her.

I know, sweetie.

But it was better that you were at school

away from what was happening with her.

See?

This is the perfect excuse for me to be closer to you.

Now that I don't have those pesky classes and homework,

I can actually have time to work on my writing,

have a place to live.

I suggest that you get started on that bestseller sooner

rather than later.

Deal.

Why don't we start to get you moved into, OK?

Lillian?

Oh, god.

Lillian!

Nothing is happening.

You have to believe that, and all of this will go away.

What's happening to me?

Nothing.

You need to relax, put this episode out of your mind.

You think I'm doing this to myself?

I'm not trying to blame you.

I'm just trying to help you get control of these attacks.

I have no control.

It's too strong.

You have the strength.

You just have to find it.

Get off of me!

Do you really think that I would hurt you?

How did things ever get this bad?

There's nothing you can do to help me.

Dad?

Is everything OK?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

You ready to do this, kiddo?

Yeah, it's bittersweet, but I feel

like this is the right move.

Oh, I wasn't expecting all this.

Don't you have furniture at your new place?

Yeah, I do.

But I wanted you to come back to a home, not an empty house.

So I thought this would make a nice little office for you.

I really appreciate it.

Well, you know, uh, if you want,

you can refurnish it and make it all your own.

It's totally up to you.

No, it's perfect.

Thanks again.

Ah, you're welcome, sweetie.

I'm going to go upstairs and start unpacking.

OK, I'll tell you what.

I'll take of these boxes down here.

Mom?

You OK?

I'm just sitting here looking through all your child

childhood photos, trying to figure

out how you grew up so fast.

You can say it.

I'm officially a typical, sappy mother.

Mom, really, you don't have

be so hard on yourself.

I just wish you weren't going away to college.

It seems like just yesterday that we were finger painting.

Well, we'll always have those memories.

You taught me people are preserved in the moments

they share together.

That's right.

Granted, I still wish that you would have chosen

a college closer to home.

But I couldn't be happier for you.

You know I'm going to miss you.

I'll miss you like crazy.

But just remember, that you always have a home

here whenever you need it.

So did you get all unpacked?

Yeah, pretty much.

Luckily I didn't have all that much stuff, so.

Really, because it sure seemed like you did.

Trust me, dad, for a girl, I had next to nothing.

All right, if you say so.

I know your name is on the house deed,

so it's not like you need permission,

but you know if you get too worn out,

you're more than welcome to stay here tonight.

Well, thank you.

But, no, uh, my place isn't that far.

And to be honest with you, I don't really think I can sleep

another night in this house.

Tell me about it.

About my sleep deprivation that I

suffered when I lived here?

No, about mom.

This is your first night here.

You don't need to remember all of that stuff.

You should focus on the good memories you had in this place.

Yeah.

So you been writing anything lately?

Yeah, I'm more in the research stages right now.

I'm waiting for something to really spark me.

But I've been really interested in dreams.

So maybe it'll center around that.

You know, I wouldn't... I wouldn't read

too far into that.

Dreams are just dreams anyway.

Don't let your dreams control you.

I don't think you're looking at it the right way.

It allows you to pick up on things from dreams, things

that you wouldn't necessarily see at first glance.

It gets you to make connections to your life.

And sometimes, the subconscious mind is more

honest than your active mind.

So I take it this is a fictional story?

Yeah, I just like to draw as much real life

as I can into my writing, even with something surreal.

There's so many possibilities.

And I feel like dreams could cater to a really

unique way of telling a story.

Oh, oh.

Hello, sweetheart.

Perfect timing.

You can help me make cookies if you like.

And maybe we'll even watch a movie too.

Girls night out.

What do you say?

That sounds wonderful.

Well, come on.

Let me out!

Out!

The mind is a powerful vessel.

It can completely alter our reality

if you give it the power.

I suddenly feel more free than I can remember,

not allowing anything to have a hold on me.

Living the same every day.

Eating shit, taking the blame.

Keeping the same.

What is left of our...

All of the symbolism and depth that a dream can hold

is simply mesmerizing.

I never thought of that before, a house being so representative

of a person, their emotions, memories, fears, struggles,

and even their salvation.

Every room holds a different part of you,

no one ever stronger than the other, whether it's

a fond memory tied to a room, haunting

thoughts, or your passions being shown to an escape

to another world.

I know I have demons, maybe even more

so than the average person, especially

being back here again.

I think what I'm afraid of most is falling and letting go,

mostly because of what that would bring in.

Sometimes encountering a physical demon is easier.

It's less unknown, maybe even less painful.

On solid ground.

Keep standing on solid ground.

Keep on standing on solid ground.

My arm, my hands, what have I done?

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Die!

Don't die.

Don't die.

Um, can you grab the vanilla syrup?

Thanks.

So the rumors are true.

You came crawling back to this little town.

Chloe?

You changed your hair.

So how have you been?

Let's just skip the part where we pretend

like we're friends, shall we?

What do you mean?

I mean, yeah, high school was a while ago,

and I know we didn't really in touch...

Look, we were friends with Natalie, not with each other.

There's no need to apologize when there

was nothing there to break.

Right.

So what have you been up to?

Working a lot mostly.

I get my kicks where I can.

Got to live a little here and there.

Around here, sometimes that requires, let's call it,

creativity.

Cool.

Well, I'm just going to order if you don't mind.

Yeah.

Can I have a large vanilla latte?

All right, coming right up.

That'll be $5.00.

Can I... can I get a large vanilla latte?

Thank you.

So rent-free, void of the parentals I'm guessing.

No wonder you're back.

It's brilliant.

Yeah, well, thanks.

And it was good seeing you.

Uh, hey, look, I was about to go on my break anyway.

I'll bring it to you.

And we'll chat some more.

You know, I just really wanted to clear my mind

and get some writing done, and so.

Look, I'm bored.

You can spare two minutes of your time

so I have something to relay to Natalie.

She'll be thrilled that you're back in town.

I swear, you two had some kind of weird bromance-like

connection, or whatever the girls version of that

is... girl crush, I suppose.

We were friends, just like you two were.

Well, I don't know about that.

You two lived in your own little world

most of the time, one that everyone was outside from.

You practically had your own language.

I know I had no idea what the hell are you

guys were laughing and going on about half the time.

Oh, your drink's almost done.

Go ahead and sit down, I'll bring it to you.

You know, I can just grab it.

We don't really have anything to talk about anyway.

I'm sure we'll think of something.

All right.

So how are you liking being back home?

Are you loving having no school or work?

Sounds like the freedom.

Yeah, I mean, it gives me more time to work on my writing.

And I mean, it's nice being home,

just it's kind of hard being back in that house.

Oh, god.

I'm totally being insensitive to the fact

that you just moved into your childhood

home turned murder house.

That whole tragedy must have slipped my mind, I guess.

Insensitive is one word to describe it, among others.

Look, I didn't mean anything by it.

I've just never really been one to filter my thoughts.

FYI, it's not a murder house.

My mom committed suicide.

I'm... I'm really sorry about what happened.

Yeah, me too.

OK, enough with the heavy.

So what have you been up to?

Are there any new guys in your life, hm?

Maybe a hometown fling that could be rekindled?

I want all the juicy details.

Don't leave anything out.

I'm not sure why do you care.

I told you, I'm bored.

You're the best bet for fresh gossip.

I know everyone else's story inside and out at this point.

Come on.

To answer your question, no.

There's no guy...

What is it?

Uh, Alaina, are you... are you OK?

Did you hear that?

I don't...

I can't trust her.

Know what you're talking about.

She said it herself.

She was never your friend.

Alaina, Alaina, snap out of it!

All we need is a home.

It's where you belong.

I'm fine.

Really, it's just, I don't know, sometimes things

have a way of following you.

Cryptic.

Whatever, you seem like you can use a moment alone anyway.

There's no reason to alarm Natalie about this.

Maybe you just don't tell her I was here at all.

Why you're a bigger mental case than I remember.

And you're pathetic boredom is no longer my problem!

So why don't you mind your own business now?

Gladly, psycho bitch!

So it broke and water flew everywhere.

Oh, my goodness.

It was so funny.

I forgot how old this house is.

No.

Help me.

No.

Help me!

Mom!

Mom!

It's OK.

I'm here now.

Sh, sh, sh.

You're safe.

You're safe here.

The doctors are going to help you.

You're going to get better.

But it's not my fault.

No, of course it isn't.

It's yours.

How could you say that?

How could you deny it?

My blood is on your hands.

No!

I didn't mean to.

I wanted to be there for you.

But you weren't there.

I'm sorry.

Please!

Please wake up!

Some dreams I would really rather not dwell on.

But if I'm going keep this log, I'm

going to have to document everything I remember.

There's no such thing as one being just a dream.

They all mean something, and allow me to realize

inner thoughts, even if they're dark thoughts

I don't want to face.

I shouldn't be surprised my dreams of Mom

are getting darker and more personal.

She died here.

And I suppose I haven't fully faced that,

and what that has done to me.

I know I didn't really have a hand in her death.

But being away when Mom hit her downward spiral,

so full of fear and anger, according to Dad,

I can't help but feel responsible.

He's glad I wasn't here to witness everything.

I might not have killed her, but I didn't save her either.

Skeleton bride, where is your veil?

It was found down the wishing well.

The towers ring the funeral bell.

Because we know your life's a living hell.

Yes, we know your life's a living hell.

Before and evermore.

Skeleton bride, where is your heart?

Did you lose it when you fell apart?

Skeleton bride, all dressed in white.

You climbed underground to say goodnight.

Closed the door forevermore.

Alaina?

Mom?

Is that really you?

No.

Help me.

Help.

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Alaina!

Alaina!

Dad.

What happened?

How did you know I was in there?

I've been calling over and over with no answer.

I heard you pounding on the side of the shed

and screaming like you were being murdered.

It reminded me of your mother when she was at her weakest.

She's not weak anymore.

What... what does that supposed to mean?

It means it's time for you to tell me about Mom,

about what really happened!

What What do you want to know?

You already know that she suffered from mental illness.

It just slowly took a huge control over,

and she wasn't able to fight it.

Did she ever say anything about this house?

She felt like she was being haunted, like some spirit was

trapping her here.

Did this spirit ever attack her?

There was no spirit, Alaina.

Give me a hug.

You to get some rest, OK?

I'll leave you alone.

OK.

Bye, Dad.

I need to reach her.

I don't understand why she is making her presence so strong,

yet it still feels like she's hiding.

She's angry.

I'll take whatever side effects that anger holds if it means

I can get a step closer to her.

After what happened, it just feels so hollow to not

be able to see her.

Mom?

I understand your pain and suffering.

Is this your way of trying to show me?

You must know how sorry I am for not being here.

I didn't know what was happening!

I knew you feel something.

Show me.

You're weak, a complete coward.

It's pathetic.

You were crazy all along.

I guess it's a good thing that you offed yourself.

You're toxic, and you...

You're even more desperate in death, if that's possible.

You try to play tough, but you're still too

scared to show yourself to me!

No.

Stop!

No.

I should have known better.

Everything I read warned me that you can't control a spirit

or command them to appear.

It just seemed like provoking her was the only way

I was going to get a reaction.

There's no telling what I'm getting into here.

It's starting to feel like it's something more

than her blaming me for her death,

or releasing her agony on me.

It just doesn't seem like this is my mother anymore.

Maybe it's just a far more vengeful and lethal version

of her.

I have no idea what she went through in this house,

whether it was real or not.

Maybe there was something here with her

that pushed her to the edge.

Things may have only gotten worse in death.

That could be why she is stuck here, unable to move on,

trapped here in darkness, and why she's

trapping me here with her.

Mom, I know this didn't work out so well last time.

And I'm sorry that I provoked you.

I didn't mean anything that I said.

I was so desperate to reach you somehow.

You were buried in this necklace.

It shouldn't be here at all!

I think you feel connected to it.

You don't deserve to be plagued and imprisoned here, Mom.

You deserve to be free!

No!

Alaina!

No, please go to him.

I need him too much.

What's happening?

They were habits.

I don't want you to worry about me.

This is all in your head.

This is not real.

You have to listen to what the doctor says.

He says to take control of your actions.

Do not let these episodes take control of you!

You don't understand.

Help me understand.

Help me.

Help me.

No, Lilly, no!

No, no.

No!

Maybe Dad was right.

Some things are almost better not knowing.

Still, Mom's memory deserves better than to be wrote off

as some crazy person who became too much of a danger

to herself and others until she offed herself.

Something was there, pushing her until there was no edge

to hang on to any longer.

She thought she was saving us, that it would end with her.

Whatever this thing was that got off on her torment

and destruction is still here.

I wanted to believe it was Mom.

But the truth is, I have no idea what I'm dealing with

or how to fight it.

Maybe it's just inevitable that the same fate will come to me.

I guess I will soon understand Mom's struggle

better than I ever imagined.

No, stop.

Don't touch me.

I can't move on.

Mom.

It's OK.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm here now, OK?

No.

Who's there?

No.

Who's going to hurt you?

No, no.

Mom!

What is wrong with me?

Get off of me!

9-1-1, what's your emergency?

Hi, my name is Alaina Olsen.

I was raped, and I'm trapped in this house.

I have to get out, or it's only a matter of time

before I'm attacked again.

The man who raped you, is he still in the house?

Try and keep him there, and we'll

take him in for questioning.

You're never going to be able to find him.

Can you describe what he looks like?

No.

Look, I... I know this can be difficult, but it's vital that

you let us...

I don't know what he looks like.

It's not even a living thing.

Some sort of demonic spirit has possessed my house.

A ghost?

Is this some sort of joke?

Filing a false report is a serious offense!

Don't turn this on me!

Aren't you supposed to help people in need?

Wait, did you say Olsen?

Are you... are you Lillian Olsen's daughter?

I guess crazy runs in the family.

Look, tell me this is a prank, or I'm

going to have you admitted for a psychiatric evaluation.

Like a firefly travelling without a light.

I fear what's coming through the night.

This will never stop torturing me.

If I could just figure this out, and get up off of my knees.

Within these walls...

is where I'm going to be.

You might as well kill me now.

There's nothing left for me.

Within these walls is where I'm going to be.

You might as well kill me now.

There's nothing left for me.

Maybe it would be OK.

But I need you to bring something for me, groceries.

You know things can't keep up like this.

When you're able to do essential things, like going to get food,

you know there's a problem.

Hey, didn't your mom start to get really secluded...

Enough with the assumptions!

Look, I'm just trying to help you.

I don't want to be considered an enabler or anything.

A simple thank you would be nice, though.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be so on edge, it's

just things are getting really overwhelming,

and sometimes it takes over.

I know you're trying to help, so thank you.

You're welcome.

I don't remember the last time I was in this house.

It's weird.

It feels like it was a lifetime ago.

It was.

Everything has changed.

Not everything.

I mean, we're both still here.

Hey, remember those sleepovers we used to have?

Listen to all those awesome '90 pop songs,

keep your parents up at all hours of the night.

Yeah, I think they were slightly less into that

than we were.

I guess they didn't share our enthusiasm

for '90s pop culture.

I don't think my nostalgia for that will ever fade.

It's almost as good as all those obscure.

B movies we would watch.

Yeah, and all our inside jokes,

and how we'd do all like those reenactments and stuff.

Oh, right.

Yeah, no wonder we don't have that many other friends.

People must have thought we were crazy.

Yeah, I guess they just couldn't comprehend

our level of awesome.

Don't let it get to you.

It owns me.

If it effecting you so much, why don't you just move out?

I can't.

Sure you can.

Look, if you need a place to stay,

you can come stay with me.

I really can't leave.

You don't know what's happening.

So tell me.

You can tell me anything.

And I'll do my best to try and reserve judgement.

You should go.

What?

You haven't even told me what's been going on with you!

Go!

I... I don't want you here.

Well, I'm not giving you the choice.

Look, I am your friend.

Stop trying to push me away.

Oh, god, please... Please just go.

Fine, I'm go!

But you're coming with me!

What?

I already told you that I can't.

Look, you need to get out of this house,

go get some fresh air.

And you need to get away from everything that's

been troubling you so much.

I wouldn't be a good friend if I just

let you sit and rot in here.

I'm sorry.

Are you OK?

Natalie?

Natalie!

Have you learned nothing

from your mother's death?

I will destroy everything and everyone in your life.

You are alone.

I'm all you have left now.

Just leave her alone!

Maybe I will, maybe I won't.

You need to realize that I want complete power over this house,

over you, and over all else.

What do you want with me?

My sole purpose is to bring great pain and suffering

to weak mortals like you and your mother,

pushing you to the edge.

What are you doing here?

Why this house?

You ask me for logic when there's only

ancient, animalistic instinct.

But there must've something that drew you here.

Your mother's mental illness made her easier to get to.

She was already open to what most refuse to believe.

In fact, she was so desperate.

She was searching to let the spirits in.

She'd been feeling this guilt about her death.

But she'll be responsible for your death in the end.

She took her own life to protect this family!

It wasn't hers to take!

It was mine!

This was given to me now.

You're going to end up just like her.

The harder you fight, the deeper I will invade you.

Your fear is mine.

Your body is mine.

And soon your life will be mine too.

Let her go!

Never.

Why would I give up an even more direct way to torment you?

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Tell me you're OK!

No, my head's killing me.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I can't believe I passed out.

I must have been like super dehydrated or something.

You don't know what happened, do you?

Well, I mean, it's... my vision started getting blurry.

And I just blacked out.

I don't really remember anything until I woke up.

You should go home.

Get some rest.

Well, that totally defeats the entire purpose

of me even coming over here.

I'm OK, really.

Catching up did a lot for me.

We'll talk.

Take care of yourself, OK?

OK, come on.

I must be so foolish to even let some small part

of me hope to find an escape.

It has a complete hold on me.

I know the damage it can do.

And I know it won't hesitate to prove

that to me at any given moment.

This isn't some wronged or tortured

spirit that there is any chance of reaching or help moving on.

It was never human.

It's a demon, a product of evil itself.

It feeds off dominating others in the most

consuming, demeaning way possible.

I can't even see this thing.

How am I supposed to fight it?

No one will believe me either.

Being locked up in some padded cell

doesn't sound so bad compared to this prison

it has me trapped in.

Maybe it was just trying to scare me and keep me here.

But I can't risk the chance of it

following me if I were to get locked up at some asylum.

Even death wouldn't be a possible escape.

I would just be tormented with no end, even more trapped

and judged than I am now.

I need to find someone who will believe me,

who is knowledgeable about hauntings like this.

Hi, I'm Sage Hawthorne.

And I am a paranormal investigator.

I love experiencing and finding out all kinds

of paranormal activity.

For the past 25 years, I have been recruited

by the tops in the field.

If you'd like to learn more about me,

you can either purchase my book, Where Are the Ghosts,

or you can please feel free to search my site.

I feel that kids playing with Ouija Boards

can get themselves into deep trouble.

They feel that this activity is just, perhaps,

um, something that isn't real.

But indeed, it is.

There are spirits and entities out there.

And I am here to help.

If you feel that you are being touched,

or handled, or enticed by any kind of paranormal activity,

you should really call someone like myself, Sage Hawthorne.

Get in touch with me so I can come and investigate.

Sage Hawthorne.

So I understand you're having quite a troubling paranormal

situation here?

Yes.

Please come in.

So fill me in on the haunting you've been experiencing.

I doubt you would catch anything on camera.

It would probably just anger it.

Good, if it feels threatened by me, then

it will reveal itself.

I would provoke it if I were you.

But you're not me.

And you hire me because I'm the professional.

And you know that you're not equipped

to handle this on your own.

Can I get you something?

Get you something to drink?

So what were the first signs of the haunting?

It started shortly after I moved in.

I head a creaking on the stairs, doors randomly closing

and shutting, things falling and breaking,

just things that I could feel and hear that didn't

really have any explanation.

What we're dealing with is a highly

advanced and powerful entity.

How did things escalate?

It first happened when I was asleep.

I was in denial.

I didn't even know what was happening!

It happened again in the shower.

It had total domination over me.

You know, it's very rare.

But it has been documented that spirits

have assaulted humans in both physical and sexual ways.

The last person I reached out to,

she never going to believe me!

I should have never let her come here!

It possessed her, used her as a toy or a vessel.

I don't know!

Just be careful.

You don't have to worry about me.

There's no spirit, demonic or not, that I can't stop.

I can catch it in the object of the deceased.

I think I have enough to go off of.

I know you're in this room.

I can feel your presence!

Is that all you got?

That's child's play.

Ooh, you're so scary.

Come on, show yourself already!

You're pathetic.

You're praying on this poor little girl.

Well, now you've got me to deal with.

I'm your match.

I'm here now.

What are you afraid of me?

You pathetic piece of shit!

Come on, show me what you got!

Or you going to hide?

Because you know that I can and I will destroy you!

But you're going to hide now, because you're afraid!

Hide in you shame!

Enough...

I'm going to... You piece of shit!

Alaina, are you there?

Alaina?

Alaina?

Alaina?

Things are piling up on me.

But I can't let myself be buried.

Sage would be alive if I hadn't brought her here to help.

It was one last, desperate attempt to reach out.

It cost Sage her life.

The ghost might've taken over me in that moment,

just like it did with her.

I wanted to save her so desperately,

mostly because I couldn't let more blood

be shed in this house, to let someone else be hurt if there

was any chance I could stop it.

My dream was right.

It can control me.

And get me to do whatever it wants.

I'm sure I have only scratched the surface

of what it's capable of.

It's already pulling me into its world,

spreading pain and suffering.

It makes fighting feel useless.

What's the point if I have no control anyway?

Get off of me!

It's time for this end.

You broken me down, kept me alone, and forced

fear to run wild throughout me.

But there's only so much that you can do to me.

I have death and loss surrounding me.

You see, I don't have to fear you

if I have nothing left to lose.

You no longer control me, or anything that lies in my home!

You've hunted the women of this house,

and now you will be trapped and condemned in this.

And once you are, I will be completely free of you!

Flames of the day and fires of the night,

burning brightly in my might.

Fire burn hot within my heat.

Thine protection encircle me.

Flames of the day and fires of the night burning brightly

in their might.

Fire burn hot.

And in thy heat, thine protection encircle me.

Fire of the day and flames of the night,

burning brightly in their might.

Fire burn hot and in thy heat.

Thine protection encircle me.

Mom?

I never meant for the spirit to enter into our home.

It was telling the truth?

Powerful magic has always been part of you and part of me.

Without it, you would have never been able to defeat the spirit.

You were there with me, weren't you?

I barely knew what came over me.

We fought together.

We defeated our tormentor together.

But your strength and your words were all your own.

I am so proud of you.

There's so much I need to know, so much I still don't...

I've already revealed all that I can.

Keep searching.

The answers will come.

Your intuition is one of your most powerful gifts.

Never disregard it.

No.

You can't leave me now!

My dearest Alaina,

I'm sure your father did his best to hide this from you.

But I know it will find its way to you.

He never really believed in my affinity for the magical world.

He was always far too logical for his own good,

and couldn't believe in other possibilities.

It took a toll on me, which he viewed as a mental illness.

A malevolent spirit has entered this house now, which may

prove to be my true downfall.

I don't know if I can defeat it.

And it's threatening those I can't bear to see you get hurt.

No matter what happens to me, I want you to have the truth.

And if you choose this for yourself,

I want you to have all the knowledge and guidance

you can in my absence.

Your mind was always so strong and open to possibilities many

cannot see.

Hold on to that.

And embrace it, no matter what your choice is.

I will always love and cherish you as I watch you growing

into a truly astonishing woman.

With love, Mom.

Oh the hips were full and bright.

A deep breathe, close your eyes.

Sweat drips down your spine as you run and try to hide far

from the scent with healthy blood emanating

from the girl you love.

As darkness grips your mind, the real you fades out.

4:00 AM, heavy heart,

so you know it's all your fault. You should've

had more self-control.

You didn't have to be so cold.

And it hurts to think of her.

Torn apart by your words.

It doesn't have to be like this.

It doesn't take silver bullets to protect her from yourself.

What you do is hard to believe.

And after you wake up from a deep sleep, you roll over

and pray it was just a bad dream.

You shouldn't say things that you don't mean.

But sometimes it's hard to keep those teeth from sinking

deeper, deeper, into her heart.

Sometimes you feel like a werewolf in the dead of night,

unaware of what you've done until you

find her blood on your hands.

Cursed by a knife

and afraid of what's inside.

Death comes to those who wait for werewolves to change.

Cursed.

Reunited and afraid of what's inside.

Death comes to those who wait for werewolves to change.

You can't run and you can't hide from the thing

that sleeps deep inside.

Love isn't skin deep, so don't trust.

We'll see.

You shouldn't say things that you don't mean.

But sometimes it's hard to keep those teeth

from sinking deeper, and deeper into her heart.

Cursed by a knife, reunited and afraid

of what's inside.

Death comes to those that wait.