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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[VOICE FROM TELEVISION]

[SOUND OF SOMETHING FALLING]

Hey girl.

Hi.

What did you do today, huh?

[RUMBLING SOUND]

What the heck?

[RUMBLING SOUND]

Voicemail again.

Of course.

Hi, this is Alice from 106 leaving by now fifth message

about my rodent problem.

I'm going to need you to send somebody ASAP.

If you're never going to be on the property, least you can do

is call me back this one time.

Such an asshole.

[NOTIFICATION CHIME]

Shit.

Goddamn it.

Give me a fucking break.

[SCRATCHING SOUND]

Oh my god, Missy, will you shut up?

Stupid cat.

[SCRATCHING SOUND]

[HISSING]

[CREEPY VOICE]

[CAT MEOWING]

[SOUNDS OF STRUGGLE]

[CAT WHINING]

[SNARLING]

Come in and play.

[SCREAMING]

I love you.

[TICKING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

TRISH: Sam, how was your first night alone since--

you feel any better?

Sleep well at all?

Not really.

I don't think so.

TRISH: You want me to come back over tonight?

No, no, don't do that.

TRISH: You know, you can always move in with me and Tom.

I don't like thinking about you being all alone way out there.

I'll live.

Plus, you know, Tom hates me.

Listen, can I call you back?

TRISH: Oh, that asshole hates everyone.

Call me back. I mean it.

Yeah, OK.

[TICKING]

[KNOCKING]

Hey.

You must be the bug man.

That's me.

Most people call me Tim, though.

Oh it's actually around the house.

Well, under it.

If you didn't realize, I'm half naked or I'd show you.

Got a family of 'coons living under there, huh?

Yeah.

Something like that.

Whatever it is it's big, bumps up against the floorboards.

No critter too tough to get her.

Nice.

They make you say that?

Made it up myself.

Oh.

Well, I'll go check her out.

Come back with the bill when I'm done.

Yeah, OK.

[CLICKING SOUND]

Sand in eyes after sleep.

The sandman is a mythical character

in central and northern European folklore who brings good dreams

by sprinkling magical sand onto the eyes of children

while they sleep at night.

Hum.

Black sand in eyes after sleep.

A distant and much older cousin of the sandman, this demon

was believed to cause sleepwalking among the people

of Native American tribes who eventually

wandered off into the forest.

The alleged victims were found dead, their eyes plucked out.

This creature's original name directly

translates to walker of dreams.

But Most people today know him as the sleepwalker.

[CLICKING SOUND]

OK, it says, many, if not all of the alleged victims

showed similar symptoms, sleepwalking and black sand

in their eyes when they woke up.

TRISH: Be serious, Sam. - I am.

I didn't believe it but that's the first thing

that Google pulled up.

Is that a coincidence?

TRISH: Probably.

Look, OK, back then people would blame the medicine woman

or whatever for conjuring the sleepwalker

because all the victims were using her herbs.

TRISH: Smoking a little herb, huh?

No, asshole, stuff to help them sleep for depression.

OK, it says that some believe that by taking the medicine

and forcing sleep on one's restless or tortured spirit

the demon was conjured as some sort of punishment

from the moon.

[LAUGHTER]

TRISH: Oh my god, stop, you're killing me.

I'm glad you find this funny.

TRISH: Seriously, if you want to go soul searching,

my grandma goes to some hippie church in a field.

She can swing by on her way tomorrow.

OK, I'm hanging up now.

TRISH: Oh, come on.

What you were reading is an old cautionary tale, not some

scientific fact or whatever.

I guarantee you probably were sleepwalking again

and got some dirt in your eyes.

Yeah, probably.

I just thought it was eerily similar to my situation,

though.

It's just all these weird dreams I've been having about James

and whatever's under our--

my house.

TRISH: Well, whatever was living under your house

is probably served for dinner at critter getter's house

right now so you have nothing to worry about.

Not arguing with you on that one.

All right, I think I'm going to go and take a nap.

TRISH: Oh my god, you're so lazy.

Don't judge me, monkey.

TRISH: So am I picking you up on the way to work Monday?

We miss you.

We'll see.

TRISH: Well, I'm here for you if you need anything.

Sweet dreams.

Later tater.

[MUFFLED SHOUTING]

A

[TICKING]

[CLICKING SOUND]

[PHONE RINGING]

Trish?

TRISH: Sam?

This thing-- there's something in my house, it--

TRISH: Sam.

It attacked me, Trish.

It's eyes, it's fucking eyes are--

TRISH: Sam, did you sleep dial me again?

Sam, if you can hear this go back to bed.

I'll be over in the morning.

Love you.

What?

No, I-- I--

[DIAL TONE]

Trish?

Trish?

Damn it.

James?

James, is that you?

James, say something.

[SHOUTING]

VOICEOVER: Next on "Strange Events."

[MUSIC PLAYING]