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I can't go with you tomorrow.

What? Why not?

I'm grounded indefinitely.

How did you get grounded?

My mom found the books and then lost her mind.

She made me return them.

I think she'd rather find pot in my room

than a book on Ashland Falls.

That's messed up.

Well, what did you do?

I returned them.

She drove me to the library and watched me do it.

And she was mad -- like, mad.

Well, listen. I think my theory was right.

You have a new theory on this house every day.

We are looking in the wrong places.

The town borders not only changed, they shrunk.

How'd you know?

It all goes back to the power gr--

Uh, just a minute!

Come in!

I said come in.

Ashley.

I thought you said your parents were taking your brother

to college.

Ash.

Ash.

Jesus, Ash.

Stop freaking me out, okay?

It's probably Jesse just messing with me.

Are you sure? Do you want me to call someone?

No. No. It's...

It's fine.

There's...nobody here.

Want to come over?

No.

No. It's fine.

Natalie?

It's nice.

It's definitely better than the last place Bonnie showed us.

Uh, I only showed you that last place

to get it out of your system

because I knew you would keep asking me about it.

You know us well.

Now, this place is about the same price, but twice the space.

How can that be?

- Sounds like a red flag, right? - Mm. Could be a red flag.

But it's been on the market for about three years,

and the sellers are very motivated.

Where is Isabel?

I think she's still in the car.

Stop worrying about your sister.

Any place is better than a freshman dorm room.

And this place definitely has enough room for Isabel.

Uh -- Oh. She is still going to live with you?

- Isn't that still the plan? - Yeah.

At least for her first semester.

Well, I guess I can finally get my piano.

Hey, Izzy. What do you think?

Oh, and, uh, congratulations on your scholarship.

Thanks, Bonnie.

I'm sure your mother would be very proud.

She would.

And this place has tons of space for your art.

You still do that, right?

Art?

It's what she got the scholarship for.

Uh, so...

There's at least two leaks in the master bedroom.

It even got to the first floor.

I'm looking at the living room right now.

The living room? How bad is it?

It's a mess, Bonnie.

I can send someone out this afternoon and take a look.

Are you sure it's not a plumbing problem?

Old pipes can leak, too, you know.

Yeah, I-I'm pretty sure.

But the roof was listed as new, right?

It was. Have you checked Maria's studio?

No, I have not checked Maria's studio yet.

Let me call you back.

I'm gonna show you how to make these two ends meet

using an easy trick.

But first, my husband has to do his regular interruption.

Sorry, everyone. I'm just looking for leaks.

- Forgot you were recording. - It's okay.

We've been dealing with a lot of bad leaks

from the storm last night.

Uh, I think my studio was spared.

I thought you retired Martha the Mannequin.

Oh, I love Martha.

She's all I have left of my first studio in New York.

Sure, she's seen better days.

She's about as well maintained as our roof.

I get it. I get it. You don't like Martha.

Now get out of here.

Hello there.

Hey. Are you my neighbor?

I am.

I thought this house was gonna sit on the market forever.

- My name's Larry. - I'm Chuck.

I thought this place was a ghost town.

Haven't really met anybody yet.

Been dealing with some housewarming issues

since moving in.

Yeah? What kind?

That rain we got last night.

Roof leaked in almost every room.

Yeah.

That willhappen in these old homes.

Hopefully I'll have some recourse

against your old neighbor.

Said the roof was new.

Definitely not new.

Oh. Sorry to hear that.

Pain in the ass.

But I doubt there's any recourse to be had.

Why is that?

'Cause the previous owner killed himself, Chuck.

They didn't mention that?

You were right about the roof.

The seller listed it as replaced three years ago.

- You sent in all the pictures? - Yeah.

I got up there.

That roof is not new.

Not sure how my inspector could have missed that.

But don't worry. I'll figure it all out.

- Thanks. - And don't forget.

Next week you owe me a testimonial

saying how great Bonnie Davis Realty is.

Chuck? You there?

Yeah. Yeah. Sounds good. I'll call you tomorrow.

Okay. Bye, now.

Hey. Hon?

Maria.

What time is it?

It's early. Just...Just look outside.

My God.

It's not here!

How the hell did it get outside? Did you put it out there?

Do you think I would do that?

No, but it didn't walk out there on its own.

What's going on?

What are you doing out here, Martha?

Hey. What's going on out here?

Hey, Larry.

I'm beginning to think it has a mind of its own.

You don't know how this got out here?

My best guess is that my little sister is taking on

a dark sense of humor.

How is she?

Isabel.

Her, uh, mental well-being, I should say.

Why are you asking me that?

I know what happened to your mother.

With the car accident?

Maria sort of filled me in on your story.

I'm very sorry.

This -- This town has had a lot of...suicide.

People struggling with depression seem...

the most vulnerable.

To her.

Sorry. "Her"?

Keep an eye out on Isabel is all I'm saying.

She knows how to mess with people.

Isabel.

Wait. That's it?

That's all you're gonna say?

We have a wonderful library.

You should read up on the town's history a bit.

Friends of Gardening are welcome.

Gardening?

Don't...do it.

I'm sorry?

Don't...do it.

Are you okay?

What's your name?

Ashley.

Can I call someone for you, Ashley?

No.

Trust me.

Just put the books back and leave.

Don't...do it.

Listen.

It's real.

It's -- It's all real.

Just don't look for it.

Just... Just get out of this town.

You looking for Forest Road?

What's that?

People who, uh, take out these old archival books

are always thinking they're gonna find Forest Road.

It can't be found.

Uh, I've -- I've never heard of it.

Oh, by the way,

there's a young girl back there that seems really upset.

Also, I think somebody left a stack of books

in the middle of the aisle in the arts section.

I'm on it.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Olivia.

- Hi, Mr. Wilson. - Come on in.

You're my first student at the new house.

Uh, let me take your coat.

Have a seat.

What should I do?

Let's start with some scales. How about a C major?

So we're starting with the basics, I see.

Not to worry. I teach all skill levels.

- Can I get you some water? - Water would be great.

You got it.

It's honestly refreshing to teach someone like you

instead of the kids in my class who think they know everything

there is about music already.

So I think this will work out well.

So you do have some skills after all.

Why were you...

There... There's a woman at the piano.

A woman?

I-I th-- I think I should go.

Wait.

Wait. Olivia, what happened?

She just started playing.

I didn't see her face.

I didn't want to see her face.

...on the Internet.

If any record existed, I'm sure the town got rid of it long ago.

Right. But what happened in 1980?

Hey.

Chuck.

You found us.

Maria is out of town,

so I thought I might check out Friends of Gardening.

You hiding your gardens from the Gestapo?

Subject matter of these meetings...

is something a lot of the townspeople

would rather never get discussed.

Have you seen her?

Seen who?

Come on. Have a seat.

Thanks to those of you who made it out tonight.

I see some more empty seats this time.

I get that.

It's not easy to talk about.

I sometimes wish we had an addiction of some kind.

But we've got her.

You know why the other ones are not showing up, right?

They're scared.

I'm telling you.

One youth suicide. Everyone is hiding again.

It's starting to feel like 1980 all over again.

You weren't here in 1980.

It's not that bad. Yet.

I don't know.

The library books started showing up again.

Something's going on.

We haven't had a suicide in years.

And now that young girl, Ashley.

It really does feel like we're starting another bad wave.

Let's not hit the panic button yet, okay?

Anyway, Chuck here is new to town.

I'm sorry.

Hey, everyone.

You must be wondering what we do in these meetings.

Everyone here has been affected by her in some way.

Lost a loved one to suicide or...

just being terrorized by her in some way.

Could be through a lost loved one

or even a sentimental object.

Sometimes through their dreams.

The dreams are the worst. They won't stop.

I have my home on the market, but truthfully, I'm...

thinking about just walking away from the mortgage.

Screw it.

From what I heard, Ashley's parents

put their place on the market once it started for her.

They should've just left.

I mean, I don't care

what kind of financial situation you're in.

You have to go if you're high risk.

And she was clearly high risk.

I honestly don't think it would have mattered.

It's like an infection.

She stays with you once she's in.

I'm sorry, everyone.

I don't know much about this.

Who are you talking about?

You keep saying "her."

I-I don't know who that is.

Helen Foster.

Who's that?

She's the one that's been inflicting pain on this town

for decades.

It's the reason why we keep these meetings secret.

The town discourages active dialogue about Helen.

They say it's because they don't want to perpetuate myths, but --

Which is just bullshit.

It's bullshit. They know she exists.

They're just scared. They don't know how to stop it.

It's because it can't be stopped.

It canbe stopped if we find Forest Road.

Forest Road.

825 Forest Road.

It's where Helen is said to have lived in the '40s,

when she killed herself.

It's like no one knows where it's at.

- It doesn't exist. - No. Wait.

Listen.

I'm sure it existed once, right?

But it's gone now.

It has to be. It's why nobody can find it.

And I know you've all tried.

Don't forget I... I see what books you check out.

No. Nobody can find it

because they're not looking in the right place.

How do you know there's a right place to look?

I mean, there's not one bit of evidence that proves

the house can still be found.

Hey. Every abandoned structure in town's been checked.

I don't know where to look.

Then stop looking. You ever thought about that?

Finding that house is the only way to get rid of her.

Don't you get that? Hmm?

Destroy the house, destroy Helen.

If that's where she died,

that has to be where her power over this town comes from.

It's obvious it's outside the town borders

as they're drawn today.

Has to be out there somewhere.

I'm sorry, everyone, but I think it's, uh,

time to cut this meeting short, get going.

Is it her?

We're just being careful.

Shit. I'm out of here.

You know, sometimes she ends our meetings abruptly.

It's happened once or twice.

You just have to keep an eye out for the signs.

Art?

It's what she got the scholarship for.

Uh, so...what do you think?

Well, I'm amazed at the price.

I-I feel like we're gonna find dead bodies in the basement.

Mm. No mention of dead bodies in the disclosure.

Listen.

This town just has really old homes but with very good bones,

which is what you want.

Lease is up in the city next month.

I don't think we can wait.

Yeah. It's -- It's got good bones.

So...should we put an offer in today?

Isabel, what do you think?

I'm not sure moving to this tiny town

with Chuck and Maria was a good idea.

Chuck's in his own world, teaching, giving piano lessons.

Maria's super distracted with the store opening

and her live stream.

The strangest thing is that since I moved here,

I've been having these dreams about my mother.

And every time, it feels so real.

I know what Dr. Lewis would say.

I just miss her so much,

and it's causing me to feel these things.

Hey. Sorry to interrupt.

Who were you talking to?

Oh, it's just something Dr. Lewis suggested

until I find someone more local --

keep a daily journal of my... you know, thoughts and feelings.

Stupid stuff.

Um...

...do you think therapy is helping?

Yes, Chuck.

What do you care? It's not costing you anything.

I'm your brother.

I just want to make sure it's actually helping you.

Wow. Izzy, these are good.

When did you draw this?

Kind of looks like our new house.

I don't really remember.

Two, three years ago, maybe.

What's this one?

Is that you?

Whose hand is that?

Mom's?

I can't remember why I drew that.

Just remember I drew it right after you left us.

I didn't leave you. I...

Maybe you can help unpack some of the kitchen stuff tomorrow.

Take your mind off things.

Just stack it all up like Mom did?

Remember that?

Stacking all the bowls and dishes in a pyramid

and leaving a note that said...

They won't put themselves away.

Yeah.

Get some sleep.

Mom?

Maria.

What time is it?

It's early. Just...Just look outside.

It's not here!

How the hell did it get outside? Did you put it out there?

Do you think I would do that?

No, but it didn't walk out there on its own.

What's going on?

- My dressing mannequin. - What about it?

It's outside in the yard.

The yard? How'd it get there?

Damn it, Isabel. Somebody put it out there.

You don't think it was me, do you?

I don't know.

I'm not worried about my mannequin.

But that dress could have been ruined if it had rained.

Sorry. "Her"?

Keep an eye out on Isabel is all I'm saying.

She knows how to mess with people.

Isabel.

Wait. That's it?

That's all you're gonna say?

You should read up on the town's history a bit.

We have a wonderful library.

Friends of Gardening are welcome.

What the hell were you thinking?

You really think I'd do that to Maria?

Chuck.

It wasn't me.

Where'd you go?

Maria's out of town,

and you haven't answered your phone all night.

Where'd you go, Chuck?

Just out.

Larry and I went for a drink

after their, uh, gardening meeting.

Why? Is, uh, something wrong?

I don't know.

It's...just been weird around here.

I can't explain it.

And there's this girl at my school.

Uh, her name's Ashley.

Last night, she killed herself.

Are you okay?

Uh...

...I don't think so.

Some things are happening that...

I really can't tell if they're just in my head

or if they're real.

I have a friend from school.

His name's Luke.

He said something about this town having an...

effect on people.

Have you heard that?

No.

Have you ever...

ever had suicidal thoughts yourself?

My heart...

My heart hurts every day.

Like...physical pain.

I hate this feeling.

Has your therapist prescribed you anything?

I'm sure there's a pill out there that can help you.

I don't understand why you think I'd want to be medicated.

Okay.

No pills?

Then stick with the therapy.

But stop blaming yourself for what happened to Mom.

That is a hole you do not want to go down.

Mom would never blame you.

Hell, even the police said it was nobody's fault.

It was a car accident.

A random tragedy. Happens all the time.

And the shitty thing is that this time it happened to us.

It didn't happen to us. It happened to me.

I lost her, too.

You lost her a long time ago.

I realize I didn't do a good job keeping in touch

- when I left -- - "A good job."

Your wife didn't even know you had a sister.

Hi.

Um, is Isabel home?

I'm here.

It's nice to meet you, Mr. Wilson.

This is my brother, Chuck.

Chuck, this is Luke from school.

Oh. Okay. It-- It's nice to meet you.

Uh, I'm starting there next semester.

Right. Music history.

You signing up?

Um, maybe.

Let's go. We'll be upstairs.

Oh. Uh, okay.

Just...Just leave the door...

Sorry. Let me clear some things.

You made these?

Yeah.

So, you never answered my question the other day.

What question?

Have you seen something?

Is there something to see?

In this town?

Yeah.

And people who start to ask questions

usually have seen something.

Chuck went to some meeting.

Gardening people?

Friends of Gardening. Yeah.

Uh, they try to fly under the radar

so they can talk about it openly.

But everybody knows they're not talking about gardening.

What are they talking about?

This town has been rumored to be haunted forever.

Did I tell you about the library thing?

Okay.

Well, some guy hung himself years ago in the library.

He used a stack of books to climb up on a rope.

The creepy part is that the same stack of books

have been seen by people walking in that aisle since then.

They got rid of those books,

and still they would turn up stacked in that aisle.

Hey. Uh, I'm sorry to interrupt.

Uh, were you just in my studio?

No. Why?

Um, nothing. It's -- It's nothing.

Um, I'm -- I'm sorry to bother. It's nice to meet you.

Your sister?

In-law.

- So what's behind it all? - Right.

So, it's all tied to a woman who lived here

like a half-century ago -- Helen Foster.

Her daughter was bullied at the school -- like, bad.

Really bad. And nobody did a thing about it.

Helen wrote the school.

She even wrote the family of the bully dozens of letters,

and still it never stopped.

Her daughter committed suicide.

Helen went down a spiral.

She lost her job, was about to lose her house

when she killed the parents of the bully andthe bully, too.

And then she killed herself.

Put a shotgun in her mouth. Boom.

What house was hers?

Nobody knows.

Just an address -- 825 Forest Road,

which doesn't exist on any current map.

Has anyone ever tried to find the house?

Oh, yeah.

But the only existing maps from the time

have been under a court-ordered seal since the '50s.

A while back, the town council was supposed to vote

on unsealing the documents --

You know, throw open everything

on the location of Helen's home --

but they never got the chance.

The 1980 town council meeting.

Yep.

Nobody really knows what happened that day.

Uh, when the meeting was supposed to start,

the room was locked.

People could see the town-council members

and just one lone woman in the audience.

Helen Foster.

I don't think this is working the way I hoped it would.

It's the dreams.

I've never experienced anything like this in my life

until I moved here.

They're so real.

They usually involve my mother.

I had a dream I went downstairs

and she was in the kitchen, just standing there.

I called out to her.

She wouldn't answer me.

She would just...stare.

Then she just... started screaming.

It was this... bloodcurdling scream.

I'd only heard that scream once.

It was right before she died.

Thanks for inviting me out tonight.

I didn't want to go to this place alone.

No. It -- It could be fun. You want to check it out?

Anything here catch your eye?

So much good stuff here.

I love when a painting has something hidden within it,

something you might never notice

unless you stare at it for hours.

What?

I don't know. Maybe it's just, um...

It's exactly what Chuck says about music.

There's something locked inside that you won't find

unless you hear it over and over.

Um, you want something to drink?

Sure.

Sparkling water if you have it.

- Two. - You got it.

Thank you.

Was this whole night Chuck's idea?

No. It was mine, actually.

Thanks.

You know, I thought you didn't like me.

Why would you think that?

Come on.

You guys were fine with your life in the city,

your apartment.

And here I come out of the blue to mess everything up

and send you running for the 'burbs.

Um...

Listen. Um...

So, I have a sister.

She lives on the other side of the country,

and the only time I ever see her is on my sewing vlog.

You know, she sees me.

Um, but we are distant.

She just... She never understood

the stuff that I went through when I was younger.

What do you mean?

Um...

Well, I have, um, bipolar disorder.

I have medication.

It keeps it mostly in check for me.

I didn't know that.

Yeah.

It's not something Chuck and I even talk about...ever.

Um, I've had two episodes since we've known each other.

One time he found me in the middle of the night,

um...just swollen eyes and bloody nose.

I was just standing in the hallway of our building

like I had no idea where I was.

Were you okay?

Eventually, yeah.

And -- And don't get me wrong. Chuck, he's very supportive.

But he just doesn't get it.

He just doesn't get anything

that he can't physically fix himself.

Um...

what I'm trying to say is, um, just I get it...

what you're going through.

God. Come on. Let's go.

Attention, everyone. The gallery is closing.

Please leave in an orderly fashion.

Hey. Uh, let's go.

It's getting worse every night.

I think I need to leave.

Okay. So a move to campus would be great, right?

What?

It's Chuck.

He moved out when I was young, and I hated him for it.

Now I feel like I'd be doing the same thing,

just when we finally had the chance to be a family again.

Okay. So what do you want to do?

Honestly? I want to find Forest Road.

You're not the first.

Chuck has stacks of books from the library,

- looking for any kind of clue. - That's already been tried.

- Maybe you can help. - No.

- No? - No.

I'm not getting involved in that.

- Why not? - Look.

Some people think Ashley and her friend

were looking for Forest Road, too.

So?

And they might have found it.

One of her friends told me that...

...strange things started happening to her

before she took her life.

It might be because she found Forest Road.

Is that true?

I don't know! Nobody knows. That's the point.

I'm not taking that risk.

I don't walk under ladders, I won't open umbrellas indoors,

and I won't look for Forest Road.

No way.

Maybe you could just find out how Ashley did it.

- Like what she was up to. - You're not listening.

Chuck. What's up?

Hey, can you make it back to the house?

Yeah, I can be there. Is everything okay?

There's nothing to worry about.

I just need someone to stay with Maria.

- And she's okay? - She's fine.

Just had a little scare. Can you make it?

Yeah. I'm just 10 minutes away.

I'll come home now.

- What's up? - I have to go.

I'll call you later.

What's going on?

Are you okay, Maria?

Everything's fine.

You start packing. I'll be back in a little while.

Looking for Helen Foster's home?

Who is Helen Foster?

Hey.

Can I come in?

Yep.

You leaving?

Yep.

Tomorrow. Moving to campus.

Chuck wants me out after what happened to Maria.

Just like that.

Out of his life again.

How's she doing?

Not good.

Probably gonna leave in a couple days, too.

Where will they go?

I don't know.

Chuck's just stalling.

He thinks he can find it.

Well, that's what I wanted to talk about.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Oh. I...I met your mom.

She looks a little different here.

Nice woman.

What did you just say?

Your mom? This is her, right?

She let me in.

That's not funny.

What's not funny?

My mom's dead, Luke.

She died in a car crash a few months ago.

You mean you saw Maria?

I, uh...

W-Who is this?

That's my mother.

That's not who you saw.

Are you fucking with me?

Luke...

...what did you see?

Well, w-when I knocked on the door, a-a woman answered.

She said she was your mother.

I-I said, "Nice to meet you."

She said you were up in your room and --

and she'd be up to check on you later.

Hey. Uh, I'm sorry. I...

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe...I was wrong. I-I have to go.

Isabel.

Maria?

Isabel...it's Mommy.

These dishes won't put themselves away.

Where are you, honey?

Don't you want to see what you did to me?

Isabel!

Where are you going?!

And this place has tons of space for your art.

You still do that, right?

Art?

It's what she got the scholarship for.

Uh, so...what do you think?

Well, I'm amazed at the price.

I-I feel like we're gonna find dead bodies in the basement.

Mm. No mention of dead bodies in the disclosure.

Listen.

This town just has really old homes but with very good bones,

which is what you want.

Lease is up in the city next month.

I don't think we can wait.

Yeah. It's -- It's got good bones.

So...should we put an offer in today?

Yeah. I'll be in the city tomorrow morning.

- We can talk about it then. - Yeah. No problem.

But you'll have the floral pattern samples for them?

- Mm-hmm. Yeah. - Great.

We'll see you when you get to the city.

- Okay. I got to go. - Safe drive.

Bye.

Any particular reason you're all of a sudden

so interested in Ashland Falls history?

It'll sound stupid if I say it out loud.

When have you ever filtered yourself for sounding stupid?

Oh. Uh, want to get some pizza?

Sure. Let Isabel know.

Right.

Hey. How do you feel about pizza?

Okay.

What?

She just said, "Okay," and hung up.

First few months of therapy are gonna be rough.

They were for me when I was her age.

What happened to you was different.

How so?

Yours was an illness, easily corrected by medicine.

There's nothing easy about it. You know that.

I just think that therapy is --

A scam. Yes. I know how you feel.

That is your opinion, so keep it to yourself.

She was the one driving.

You have to understand the impact that must have on her.

This place is definitely different than the city.

But I'm fine.

I know that tone, Maria. You're not fine.

You're a city girl.

Life in the country isn't your style --

especially with a teenager.

How's that going with the sister?

I don't know, Allie.

I just -- I mean, of course I'm happy that we could help her.

I just...

I don't know if I can last out here.

That's what I mean. Chuck is asking you for a lot.

Yeah.

I mean, we'll just wait and see how Chuck likes the school.

If he loves it, we might be stuck here.

- Well, better get going. - Yeah. Okay.

- Um, tell Mom I said hi. - Will do.

- Love you. - Love you.

Allie says hi.

Tell her hi back.

Anything interesting?

- Strange, actually. - Mm? Like what?

Well, it's all normal town-history stuff.

Stuff started as a coal town, blah, blah, blah.

But then, in 1953,

the town randomly changed all street names

and redrew its borders.

- Why would they do that? - I don't know.

Oh. And, uh, get this.

This house used to be...

15 Rose Lane.

Rose Lane. I love that. Can we switch it back?

Put a rose on the mailbox or something.

Did you find any --

Did I find any what?

"They won't put themselves away."

What are you doing?

Cleaning up the dish exhibit here.

Hey.

Uh, could you tell Isabel to put things away in the kitchen?

It's not a college dorm room.

Uh, okay.

I'm off. Wish me luck.

You have to leave already?

Uh-huh. I still have a business I need to get back to sometimes.

Just keep your phone on and be safe.

I'll see you tomorrow. Love you.

Love you.

Family and friends and an entire school are in grief today

about the tragic death of Ashley Stork

of the Ashland Falls area,

whose body was found today in what appears to be a suicide.

Yeah. It's just an awful tragedy.

Another one for Ashland Falls.

That town cannot seem to catch a break.

Yeah, but Ashland has a problem that nobody wants to --

- Hello? - Hey, Maria. You there?

Hey, Ron. Yeah. What's up?

Did you get on the road yet?

Because they're really hassling us

about our booth placement again.

Of course they are.

Uh, I will be in the city in two hours.

- Do not let them move us. - Okay.

I'll try.

This has been going on for decades in Ashland.

Remember, the entire town council was found dead in 1980

because they dared to throw open the books on the town's history.

Now, explain that.

Hello, everyone.

Uh, thank you for being so understanding

about the late start.

It was a long drive back from the city,

but the convention went well

despite some early administrative hiccups.

But the good news is that we sold out of almost everything,

including the evening gown you all made with me last month.

Ooh. And look at this.

I haven't even taken it all out of the car yet.

Um, Allie, as you can see, more than enough material

for the bridesmaids' dresses.

Um, so the conventions are really good

for finding materials that you won't find at a local chain,

um, whether that be special imported fabric or just --

Um...

Uh, excuse me, um, one minute.

Oh, hey. Um, sorry to interrupt.

Were you just in my studio?

Uh, no. Why?

Um, nothing. It's -- It's nothing.

Um, I'm -- I'm sorry to bother. It's nice to meet you.

I'm...so sorry about that.

Um...

Okay. Where were we?

- Hey. We're home. - Hey.

How was the gallery?

Oh. It was, uh, interesting.

Well, it's hard to compete with the city stuff.

No. The artists are all talented.

I'm not being an art snob.

It's just... the weirdest thing happened.

What's that?

I don't really know how to explain it.

Uh, one minute, we're standing there

looking at this collection of paintings.

The next, we're being rushed out the door like there was a bomb.

Any idea why?

They covered up some painting and told everybody to leave.

That was the end of our night out on the town.

Not much else to do around here, so we came home.

I get it.

Not in the hub of culture anymore.

I didn't say that.

It's just hard to find something to do with Isabel.

I mean, I was shocked there was even one art gallery here,

but then thatclosed.

It's like...

I don't know.

How was she?

I can't tell.

But, you know, I'm just the random sister-in-law

that didn't even know she existed until three months ago,

so...I wouldn't begin to know what normal was like for her.

You know, we lived under the same roof for almost 10 years.

Yeah.

I just feel more like a stranger to her than a brother.

That's why she's here, right?

Hello, everybody. I, um...

Um... Oh, I'm sorry.

It's -- It's been a hectic few days.

Um, it's cold in this house,

um, even though the temperatures are still warm

here in Ashland Falls.

Uh, but that reminds me.

Fall is definitely here,

and we are going to be making sweaters from scratch,

which I think you'll have a lot of fun with.

Uh, knitting sweaters is a little bit more difficult

than making a dress.

But for me, it's so much more fun

because of all the different designs you can make.

Uh, think holidays --

um, ugly Christmas sweaters, Halloween sweaters.

You can really go to town and be funny and crazy.

Um, like last year,

I made Chuck a "Die Hard" Christmas sweater

because "Die Hard" is his favorite Christmas --

Huh.

My sister, Allison, is calling me.

Um, Allison is a regular watcher of the vlog,

so I don't know why she's calling me

when she knows that I'm live.

Um, Allie, if you're watching this,

can't it wait three minutes?

Thanks.

Um, anyways, uh, leave it to Chuck to think

that a movie about terrorists is a Christmas movie.

Um, but what I'm trying to say

is that you can really make anything

once you know the basics of the sweater.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why people are picking right now to bother me.

Allie, if you are calling about the bridesmaids' dresses,

don't worry.

I have it all taken care of. See?

You just worry about the food, okay?

What now?

Hey. Claire.

What's going on?

"Get out of the house now."

Um...

Okay. Uh, Claire, uh,

give me a ring after the show, I guess.

Um, so the basics of the sweater are the sa--

I -- someone's playing a joke?

I think I can get us into some campus housing

for the short term.

We're gonna have trouble selling this place.

Are you taking your pills?

Yes.

Okay.

It's just, the last time something like this happened --

A thousand people saw it, Chuck.

I know. But maybe they saw...

I can get us out of here by tomorrow if you want.

Hell, even tonight.

I just need a little time.

This was a mistake.

I mean, I knew we never should have left the city.

Isabel would have been fine on her own in a dorm room.

- No, she needed to -- - You needed!

You needed absolution.

This was your way of trying to fix everything,

but you didn't need to do any of it!

We didn't need to do this!

Maria...

I can fix this.

What's going on?

Are you okay, Maria?

Everything's fine.

You start packing. I'll be back in a little while.

Looking for Helen Foster's home?

Who is Helen Foster?

Chuck wants me out after what happened to Maria.

Just like that.

Not on his life.

How's she doing?

Not good.

Probably gonna leave in a couple days, too.

Isabel.

Come on down here and talk to your mother.

I know you're there, Maria.

Hey, I'm sorry. I --

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe I was wrong. I-I have to go.

Isabel.

Maria?

These dishes won't put themselves away.

Where are you, honey?

Don't you want to see what you did to me?

Where are you going?!

Isabel? Isabel!

Isabel. Are you okay?

Where is she?

- I don't know. - Where is she?

I don't know. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you okay?

It's okay.

It's okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.

What happened to your face?

What are you talking about?

You're bleeding.

What?

Here.

I did it.

You did it?

What's going on?

We need to talk.

Everybody's obsessed with street maps,

either in books or the records the county has under seal.

Nobody ever thought to look at the infrastructure,

but Ashley did.

How do you mean?

It's actually quite brilliant.

She figured out that, by the early 1900s,

this tiny coal town was mostly electrified.

So instead of following roads,

she figured out what we really should be looking for.

The power grid.

Exactly.

It's the one thing the town never thought to conceal.

The library is full of books on the county infrastructure,

but one book in particular

actually has a specified map of the grid layout from 1923.

Where am I looking?

Put it side by side with any current map,

you can clearly see the border shrunk.

Right here.

There's power lines leading out that way,

but today it's not part of the town.

Where are they going?

That's where Forest Road is.

I'm taking this with me.

Wait. You're going there now?

- I'm coming with you. - Is--

Hey, Chuck, ready for your close-up?

Don't tell me you forgot.

We're filming your testimonial today.

I told you a week ago.

Now is really not a good time.

Maria isn't feeling well and...

Listen...

I understand that you guys have been

going through some problems.

This guy cost me a lot of money.

And to rebook him would set me back.

Just give me 30 minutes.

I can do it.

Hey, hon. How you feeling?

Never better.

You go do what you have to do.

We all know I'm better on camera anyway.

Are you sure you're feeling okay?

Yeah.

You go look for Forest Road.

We'll be fine.

Hey. One last favor?

Can you stay here with Maria until we get back?

I thought you were gonna ask me to go with you.

Thank you for everything.

If you find it, then you can thank me.

Uh, can you zoom in a little closer on her?

Tighter.

Get in tighter.

No, I don't like that. I don't like that at all.

Bring it out. Keep coming.

Okay, let's see what that looks like.

How about something like this?

Eh. Yeah, okay.

All right. Zoom in. A little further.

All right. That looks great.

All right, so, Maria,

please introduce yourself to the camera.

My name is Maria.

And last name?

My name is Maria.

Okay, uh, fine.

Um, tell the camera

how you found out about me and Bonnie Davis Realty.

What do we do if this is the house?

We burn it.

Down to the goddamn ground.

Maybe we should have called someone first.

Look, Izzy...

I'm gonna find this house.

If you want to stay behind, it's okay.

I understand.

Go ahead, Maria.

I noticed the first sign that something was wrong

when my daughter came home from school crying.

Uh, I-I'm sorry.

Maria, are you talking about how you found out about us?

You want to know how I...

How you found out about Bonnie Davis Realty.

Oh, I see.

And daughter -- you mean your sister-in-law, right?

What did I say?

You said daughter.

I guess she kind of feels that way between you and Chuck.

Let me start again.

After the crying came the blood.

I began to notice drops of blood in the bathroom sink.

This is her house.

It has to be.

Sad.

What happened to her, I mean.

She's gotten her revenge 100 times over.

Where do we start?

Look for anything that confirms that this is the house.

I had to do something.

I had to let them know what they were allowing to happen

was an abomination.

I was civil with the Clarke family at first.

So, so civil.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

I wrote letters detailing every abuse

my daughter was experiencing.

That should have been an end of it.

It should have been.

But it only got worse.

The school promised to do something...

...and they never did.

I went to the town council.

They wouldn't even see me.

I wrote...so...many...letters.

They went unanswered.

I showed up at their house.

Nothing.

Nothing!

- This house used to be 15 Rose Lane.

Izzy!

Izzy. Izzy. We have to go right now.

Izzy. Izzy.

Izzy.

Maria?

I noticed...

the first sign that something was wrong

when my daughter came home from school...

crying.

Who is your daughter?

Mary.

And where is Mary?

Dead!

Izzy?

So sorry.

I saw thing.

Chuck.

Izzy!