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[music playing]

[music playing] JEN: Excuse me, sir.

JEN: Excuse me, sir.

I'm sorry, we're closed.

[screaming]

NICK: The landlady, she was creepy.

But it was a good deal so moved in a couple days later.

Hello?

JEN: Every time I saw a new wreck in that junkyard,

it terrified me.

NICK: My first night in the new place, and the power goes out.

NICK: My first night in the new place, and the power goes out. I felt something grabbing at me.

I felt something grabbing at me.

JEN: It was the guy from the junkyard.

Now, he was in my house.

[inaudible whispers]

NICK: At that point, I actually didn't want

to be left alone in the house.

JEN: I'd never heard anything like that coming

from the basement.

ETHEL: That room is off limits.

JEN: The voices I heard, and the people I saw, they were all

coming back.

It almost destroyed my life.

[music playing]

[inaudible whispering]

SPIRIT 1: Help me.

Please, help me.

I know you see.

Hey, pumpkin.

YOUNG JEN: There's a man over there.

There's nobody there, honey.

There's nobody there, honey. You've got quite the imagination.

You've got quite the imagination.

But what did I tell you about telling stories?

Most kids grow up with trees and a lawn in their backyard.

I grew up in a junkyard.

That's how my dad supported our family.

But I always hated it.

It terrified me.

So I left home as soon as I graduated high school

and never really looked back.

16 years later, I came home after my mom died to help out

my dad at the junkyard and take care

of my little sister, Samantha.

JEN: We can't just let him keep drinking

like this, this is not--

if we let him keep going like this he--

You can't just come back here and pretend like you

know what's been going on.

JEN: My mom's death was a shock to all of us.

But I think it hit my dad the hardest.

He's not in any condition to take care of you.

I can take care of myself, Jen.

You can take care of yourself.

You're 17.

SAMANTHA: It's not that I wasn't happy to have my sister back

home.

It's just that I--

I didn't think she really understood what our mom's death

had done to our dad.

Look, Jen, you haven't been here.

You can't just come back for a week

and pretend like you know everything.

You don't know what's been going on so don't judge him, OK?

JEN: I always had a rough relationship with my dad.

JEN: I always had a rough relationship with my dad. We never really saw eye to eye.

We never really saw eye to eye.

I felt like my dad never really understood me.

But my mom was different.

[inaudible whispering]

What are you doing?

I was looking for you.

I was looking for you. I'm going to go make dinner for you

I'm going to go make dinner for you

and DAD before you go to work, so do you want to come help me?

Of course, come on.

JOHN: All right, these are some of the cars

that we just got in.

JEN: The guy who worked nights had just quit.

So as much as I hated being there,

I wanted to help my dad out until he

I wanted to help my dad out until he could find a replacement.

could find a replacement.

Every time I saw a new wreck in that junkyard,

I thought about the people who were in it.

JOHN: Now, the job is really straightforward, really.

All you've got to do is write down the make and model

of the car and look for any salvageable parts

and write that next to it.

[inaudible whispering]

JEN: It was like I was eight years old again.

JEN: It was like I was eight years old again. [inaudible whispering]

[inaudible whispering]

And all of these terrifying memories came rushing back.

And all of these terrifying memories came rushing back. [inaudible whispering]

[inaudible whispering]

JOHN: You with me?

You with me?

You with me?

Yeah.

You got it?

You got it? JEN: Make and model.

JEN: Make and model.

Got it.

JOHN: Anything salvageable right next to it, OK?

OK, I got it, dad.

Have fun.

Yeah.

JEN: I remember an old hearse came in earlier that day.

When I saw it sitting there that night,

I couldn't help but think about my mom.

How she was taken to the cemetery in one

of those things.

How I never got a chance to say goodbye.

[inaudible whispering]

Excuse me, sir.

Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry, we're closed.

I'm sorry, we're closed.

Hello?

Hey.

Sir.

Hello?

STRANGER: What happened?

[screaming]

[inaudible whispering]

JEN: Excuse me, sir.

Hey.

STRANGER: What happened?

[screaming]

JEN: He was right in front of me.

Two feet away.

Two feet away. So where did he go?

So where did he go?

SAMANTHA: I remember that night like it was yesterday.

I'd snuck out of the house on a school night.

Usually, I made it home before my dad's shift was over.

Usually, I made it home before my dad's shift was over. But I screwed up.

But I screwed up.

So I had to sneak back into the house without him knowing.

That door was never locked.

Oh, please, please, please, Jenny.

Please, please, please be up there.

SAMANTHA: I was hoping Jen would hear me and come down

SAMANTHA: I was hoping Jen would hear me and come down and unlock the door.

and unlock the door.

[knocking sounds]

Come on, Jenny.

Please.

Jenny.

Samantha, Samantha?

Jenny.

Jenny. What are you doing out there?

What are you doing out there?

What are you doing out there? Can you please let me in?

Can you please let me in?

[screaming]

Please be quiet,

JEN: No, no, don't go in there.

Jenny, I have to shut to the door or dad's

Jenny, I have to shut to the door or dad's going to know I snuck out.

going to know I snuck out.

going to know I snuck out. No, no, no, Samantha.

No, no, no, Samantha.

JEN: I didn't know how to tell her what I had seen.

But it was the guy from the junkyard.

But it was the guy from the junkyard. Now, he was in my house.

Now, he was in my house.

The voices I heard, and the people I saw as a child.

YOUNG JEN: There's a man over there.

There's nobody there, honey.

They were all coming back.

Hey, Jenny.

JEN: I asked my Aunt Karen if she could come over and talk

to me.

You're just getting prettier all the time.

JEN: She was my mom's older sister,

and I think she was the person I was most comfortable talking

to now that my mom was gone.

AUNT KAREN: What's going on with you?

JEN: I don't know what's doing it,

but I kind of feel like I'm going a little crazy.

So what makes you say that?

I don't know.

I'm paranoid.

Constantly thinking somebody is behind me.

Maybe I just need some sleep, but every time I close my eyes

Maybe I just need some sleep, but every time I close my eyes I hear these voices.

I hear these voices.

Your mom never told you?

Your mom never told you? She never discussed this with you?

She never discussed this with you?

No, why?

AUNT KAREN: She never told you that she also heard voices?

And your grandma also and considered it a gift.

You have the gift too.

Your grandma called it the whispering.

She claimed to hear voices of people who had passed on.

JEN: But the more my Aunt Karen told me, the more I

remembered things that I didn't understand as a child.

JOHN: I understand that she's just a child,

JOHN: I understand that she's just a child, but I will not tolerate lying.

but I will not tolerate lying.

but I will not tolerate lying. And you condone it.

And you condone it.

I just give a little bit of a chance.

I just give a little bit of a chance. She's not making everything up.

She's not making everything up.

JEN: Experiencing it all now, as an adult, I have to admit,

I didn't really see it as a gift.

I just wanted it all to stop.

I just wanted it all to stop. AUNT KAREN: You don't have to engage.

AUNT KAREN: You don't have to engage.

AUNT KAREN: You don't have to engage. Sometimes I don't always have a choice.

Sometimes I don't always have a choice.

[birds chirping]

You hear something right now?

You hear something right now? You hear that bird?

You hear that bird?

It's been chirping the whole time,

and we're just listening to it now.

Now that we're choosing to bring our attention to it.

JEN: What she was saying made sense.

But she didn't tell me how I could control it.

She just told me that I'd have to figure that out of my own.

JOHN: Looks like we've got five new heaps in.

Same drill as yesterday.

Same drill as yesterday. You know what to do.

You know what to do.

Make, model, and anything that you can salvage.

OK.

OK. Knock yourself out.

Knock yourself out.

[screaming]

[banging noises]

JEN: It looked like dried blood.

[screaming]

SAMANTHA: Jenny.

Samantha, Samantha, what are you doing out there?

Will you please let me in.

[screaming]

I needed to get out of the junkyard

and away from these spirits.

Dad.

JOHN: What is it, Jenny?

Can we please go home?

What?

What? JEN: I got to get out of here.

JEN: I got to get out of here.

There's blood in the trunk on a dress in one of the cars

back there and--

JOHN: Come on, Jenny.

I thought you outgrew all that.

You think that's normal?

You think that's--

JOHN: There's blood all over the place.

It's a junkyard.

If you need to go home, go ahead.

I got work to do.

I got work to do. Please come with me.

Please come with me.

JOHN: If you got to go home, you got to go home.

JOHN: If you got to go home, you got to go home. I got a lot to do here.

I got a lot to do here.

Please come home in an hour.

JOHN: I will, all right?

It's after 4 AM.

He's never home this late.

OK, well, if you're so worried, just

walk back to the junkyard and check on him.

JEN: Seriously, where is he?

Maybe something's wrong.

You know what?

You're freaking me out.

I'm going to bed.

Dad?

JEN: That old feeling started to come over me

JEN: That old feeling started to come over me as I got near the stairs.

as I got near the stairs.

There was someone else in that house with us.

[inaudible whispering]

SPIRIT 1: Who are you?

SPIRIT 2: Where the hell am I?

SPIRIT 3: People need to know.

They need to know.

SPIRIT 2: Where the hell am I?

SPIRIT 2: Where the hell am I? SPIRIT 3: They need to know.

SPIRIT 3: They need to know.

People need to know.

People need to know.

She got what she deserved.

SPIRIT 3: People need to know.

SPIRIT 3: People need to know. You're not listening.

You're not listening.

You're not listening. [inaudible whispering]

[inaudible whispering]

[screaming]

People need to know.

They need to know.

JEN: I tried to block it out enough to get some sleep,

but they wouldn't leave me alone.

[inaudible whispering]

SPIRIT 2: Where the hell am I?

Get me out of here, please.

Get me out of here, please. I know you hear me.

I know you hear me.

You don't know what she did.

SPIRIT 3: Why am I here?

[shouting]

AUNT KAREN: The best thing that you can do

is learn to how to control it.

is learn to how to control it. Control, control.

Control, control.

Go away.

JEN: That night was the first time that I was ever

able to take control.

And once I did, I realized that choosing who I listen to

And once I did, I realized that choosing who I listen to was actually possible.

was actually possible.

SAMANTHA: Bye.

JEN: You be good.

And I could also choose what to do with what they said.

Who to help.

Take care of that.

I will.

JEN: Now, I really do see it as a gift.

You leaving?

Yeah.

I'm going to miss you.

I'll miss you too.

Mom says she's sorry for making you sell the boat.

ETHEL: So you're some sort of a musician then?

Some sort, yes.

I-- I guess you could say I'm an aspiring musician.

Awesome there's a piano already.

Aspiring, no job?

NICK: I had a job for a long time,

and I'm happy to pay an entire years rent up front.

I worked for a insurance company for about six years

after college.

I paid off all my loans, and I saved a little bit of money.

I'd always wanted to be a musician, you know,

I'd always wanted to be a musician, you know, so I decided to take a chance.

so I decided to take a chance.

Quit my job, try to make this music thing work.

Before we go any further, how much is the rent exactly?

Because it didn't say in the post.

How much can you pay?

NICK: Uh, that's-- that's not exactly how this works.

It is with me.

I own the house, and this is how I do business.

OK.

700.

750.

Done.

NICK: I would have paid double that.

It didn't make any sense.

But I figured Ethel, the landlady,

was just this older woman that didn't know what she was doing.

Here's the biggest bedroom.

I guess you could call it the master.

NICK: There were two bedrooms.

But the second one had all these boxes piled up blocking it.

But the second one had all these boxes piled up blocking it. That room is off limits.

That room is off limits.

That room is off limits. That's the only rule I have.

That's the only rule I have.

That's the only rule I have. Nobody goes in that room.

Nobody goes in that room.

Nobody goes in that room. Any reason why?

Any reason why?

No, I'm sorry.

Off limits.

Understood.

I'll show you the basement.

That room is off limits.

That's the only rule I have.

That's the only rule I have. Nobody goes in that room.

Nobody goes in that room.

It's a big house.

It's easy to get lost.

The basement's this way.

NICK: She was creepy.

The off limits bedroom.

The off limits bedroom. I mean, that was weird.

I mean, that was weird.

But I've been looking forever, and it was a good deal

so I took it and moved in a couple of days later.

I played in a band at the time, but I mainly

wanted to be a composer.

I got to work writing music right away.

The piano was covered in dust.

Looked like it hadn't been played in a while.

It didn't surprise me that it was out of tune, but this one

key kind of vibrated when I pressed it.

[repeatedly pressing piano key]

[grunting]

My first night in the new place, and the power goes out.

The whole house goes dark.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

ASHLEY (OVER PHONE): Hey, it's Ashley.

Nick?

Ah, hey, Ash.

Yeah.

ASHLEY (OVER PHONE): Are you all right?

You want to hang out tonight?

You want to hang out tonight? Yeah, come on over.

Yeah, come on over.

Cool.

NICK: I had met Ashley at one of my band shows

about a month before.

It was early.

We were still in the getting to know each other phase.

We were still in the getting to know each other phase. But I really liked her.

But I really liked her.

OK, I'm going to lift this up.

And you look in there.

You see there's a piece of paper wedged in between the strings?

See if you can grab that?

ASHLEY: Yeah.

It's really stuck in there.

[groaning]

NICK: All of a sudden, I felt something grabbing at me.

NICK: All of a sudden, I felt something grabbing at me. Like hands underneath my shirt.

Like hands underneath my shirt.

Whoa, what is that?

NICK: I don't know.

Um, must have happened earlier when I was moving boxes

or something.

I hadn't known Ashley that long so I

didn't want to make a big deal about the scratches

and freak her out.

and freak her out. What does it say?

What does it say?

Hey, what does it say?

It's-- it's a suicide note.

Play until my fingers bleed.

That was a rule.

That was a rule. It is too much to take any longer.

It is too much to take any longer.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Do you think this is for real?

Do you think this is for real?

NICK: I can't imagine why anybody would make it up.

It was a note from someone named Charlie.

He basically said he had a horrible life,

had this overprotective mother that made him do nothing

but practice piano.

He couldn't take it anymore, and he was going to kill himself.

Woah.

What?

NICK: I wonder if the she is Ethel.

Ethel?

My landlady.

NICK: I regretted it the minute I said it

because I could tell Ashley was getting a little uncomfortable.

because I could tell Ashley was getting a little uncomfortable. Can we go inside?

Can we go inside?

Yeah, yeah.

NICK: So I dropped it, but I didn't stop thinking about it.

ASHLEY: Actually, can we leave this out here?

I don't know.

It's bad vibes.

Yeah.

NICK: Ashley was pretty into all that supernatural stuff.

So I wasn't surprised when she wanted

me to leave the note outside.

[piano sound]

What was that?

I don't know.

Hang on.

[piano being played]

Hello?

[piano being being played]

It's a big house.

The basement's this way.

[piano music playing]

ASHLEY: Nick, everything OK?

Yeah, sorry.

I'm-- I just had to play on something.

I'll be right up.

NICK: I lied.

I didn't want her to leave.

At that point, I actually didn't want

to be left alone in the house.

[shouting]

Ash?

Hey.

What's going on?

This is messed up, Nick.

I didn't do this.

NICK: I didn't know what to think.

She had the exact same scratches I had.

And there was no logical explanation for it.

A couple of nights later, I got home late after a show.

My front door was wide open, and I was positive

My front door was wide open, and I was positive that I locked it.

that I locked it.

| one was there.

Ethel must have come into the house when I was gone,

and it was at that point that I started

to think she had something to do with everything that

was happening in the house.

[door creaking]

I grabbed my phone, was about to call the police.

Until I looked closer.

Ashley and I had left that note on the roof

a few nights before.

Who's there?

Ethel?

[hissing sound]

NICK: That room.

The door was open.

The boxes were gone.

The boxes were gone. I was suddenly really angry.

I was suddenly really angry.

I decided I was going to confront whoever

was doing this.

[piano music playing]

I knew whose room I was standing in.

It was Charlie's.

You should be practising.

[shouting]

ASHLEY: Do you think this is for real?

NICK: What does it say?

It's a suicide note.

You should be practising.

NICK: I saw what I thought was Ethel standing in front of me

with this crazy look in her eyes.

And just as fast as she was there, she disappeared.

The next morning, when I went downstairs,

Ethel was in the house with a plumber.

Well, it seems like everything's taken care of.

Just give me a call if you have any more questions.

NICK: She had let herself in again.

Just the sight of her really creeped me out.

She was just staring at the scarf

that Ashley had left a few nights before.

Ashley actually called me later that night.

Said she wanted to talk to me about something important.

ASHLEY: I think there's something really serious

happening here.

NICK: I do too.

I think that kid from the note, who I think is Ethel's son,

he probably killed himself here.

He's probably still hanging around.

I don't know.

I don't know. What if it's not him?

What if it's not him?

What if it's not him? What if it's Ethel causing it?

What if it's Ethel causing it?

Ethel how?

ASHLEY: I don't know.

This is going to sound crazy.

There's something called a poltergeist.

NICK: Ashley had been bothered by what had happened

to her in the house.

It can be caused by a living person.

NICK: The suicide note, Ethel, her getting scratched.

She'd been trying to piece it all together.

ASHLEY: It's more like a negative manifestation

of energy.

Whore.

No girls are allowed here.

Whore, whore.

And you, you failure.

Bring over girls when you should be practicing.

Are you hurt?

Are you OK?

What happened?

NICK: Ashley was right.

Poltergeist, whatever, something insane

was happening in that house.

And Ethel was behind it.

I moved out the next day.

Moved in with a buddy who let me crash on his couch.

I thought I got away from whatever

was happening in that house.

But I was wrong.

For seven more months after I moved out of there,

it was still with me.

it was still with me. It almost destroyed my life.

It almost destroyed my life.

And then one day, it just stopped.

I found out Ethel died.

And that proves to me she was the one causing it.

And I know it sounds crazy, but it's the only explanation

I have.

[music playing]