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I would see Sister
Monday everywhere I looked.

I would see her standing in
the dark corners of my room.

I wouldn't dare step foot
off the bed until morning

because I knew she was
hiding under my bed

waiting for the perfect
opportunity to grab my feet

and pull me under.

If my closet door was cracked,

I would swear she was
inside watching me sleep.

Oh, how long are we supposed
to hang out here, Gabby?

Just let her
take her pictures.

I promised mom I
would let Ashley-Kae

do something she wanted to do.

So, does your sister
wanna be an archeologist

- or something?
- Yeah,

what, is she looking for a bone?

You go to school
with her, Michael.

Don't you know her interests?

Really, I'm just in
her psychology class.

Oh really, is that
why you're here?

I mean, I think
I'm her friend.

I just didn't know that
she likes old churches.

She just likes photography,
and history, and dumb stuff.

Besides, the only way my
parents would let us use

the vacay house this weekend
is if I brought her along.

So, why don't you both
just deal with it.

So, how long is
this going to take?

She has stops planned all
the way up to Asheville,

so why don't you
pump the breaks.

It's gonna be a while.

Um, hey, I'm her friend.

Maybe I can speed things up.

'Cause I'm ready to
par-tay!

Come on.

We are gathered here today

to get through this
thing called life.

Yeah, how will we get
through this weekend?

Michael, you're
ruining my shot.

And you're ruining
the weekend, per usual.

So, what's the story
about this place, Ash?

- It's an old church.
- You know,

if you're gonna drag us along

your tour of abandoned
roadside junk,

the least you could do
is give us some history.

I mean, it's been a while
since your sister and I

were in college, but I
still enjoy a good lesson.

I'll teach you a
good lesson later.

Sorry, Anthony, there
are no tits or alcohol

involved in this story, so
you wouldn't be interested.

I wanna know,
serious.

This is Old
Horse Creek Church.

It used to be a convent,
and about 30 nuns lived here

until a mysterious fire
burned it down in 1945.

Mysterious fire?

1945, back then everyone used
fucking torches for lights.

Mystery solved.

All the nuns were either
moved to other convents

or assigned different duties
in surrounding cities.

But there was one
nun, Sister Monday,

who took a job at
a nearby prison.

Sister Monday is
the most remembered

of all the nuns that lived here.

She's always been
obsessed with the nuns.

It's like a sickness.

So, what made Sister
Monday so remembered?

Because she was accused
of killing prisoners

while they were at the jail
serving out their sentences.

So, she was one bad mother.

Boo.

The prisoners
begged for mercy.

They got

none.

Hey.

You know, the prison
she was assigned to

isn't too far from here.

It's right through
those woods, actually.

Always wanted to go there

and see what it
looks like in person.

Well, too bad we gotta get
back on the road, so, can't.

Let's go.

Fuck.

What?

I don't have the keys.

Where'd you put them?

Uh, up your ass.

- Why are you such an asshole?
- What's wrong?

Anthony lost the keys,
and the doors are locked.

I didn't lose the keys.

I probably dropped
them at the church.

I'll go check.

Great.

We just had to stop in
the middle of nowhere

so Little Inspector Gadget
could do her investigation.

Don't blame me because
your boyfriend lost his keys.

Oh, who should I blame then?

The nuns?

- Ooh, the scary nuns.
- Shut up.

Why is it impossible for
you to have normal interests?

We are literally out here
in the middle of nowhere

at some burned-down church

so you can take picture
of your nun obsession.

Oh yeah, Gabby.

I should totally be more like
you and obsessed with dicks.

Maybe if you were, you
wouldn't be so jelly of me.

- Jelly?
- Yeah.

Look, I know I'm the
favorite of the parentals,

but you can't blame
that shit on me.

Yeah, you're right.

- Nothing is your fault, ever.
- Not it isn't,

and now it's starting to rain.

Hey.

- Guys, it's, it's cool.
- No, it's not cool.

I looked for the
keys, I found none.

- Stop with the puns.
- Great.

So now what?

Well, we could
stand around here

- and wait for help to arrive.
- No.

I'm not getting a signal.

Frick it.

Look, we can walk to
the next town for help,

or at least get
out of the storm.

Well, we're losing light here.

It's gonna be dark soon.

Hey, that town where the
jail is, is it far from here?

No.

We can make a beeline
toward through those woods.

We can stay there the night
and find help in the morning.

So, you just
wanna leave the car

and go hiking through the woods

to find an abandoned haunted
jail to take shelter in?

Sounds like a great idea.

Wait a minute,
a, a haunted jail?

No one said it was haunted.

All right, if we're
doing this, let's do it.

There it is.

Oh wow, that's,
uh, that's it, huh?

Yeah, come on.

Wait, like how do we
even know we can get in?

The rain is coming.

Yeah, we need to
get inside, so...

Hey, maybe we should
go back to the car

just in case someone to
stops to see if we're okay.

Uh, yeah, let's go hide
in the car 'cause it's safe.

Hey, eat a hot
bag of dicks, man.

- Um, yeah, hi.
- Come on.

What the hell's your problem?

Wow.

Yeah.

Okay.

What did happen
to Sister Sunday?

Monday.

Monday?

What do you mean?

Well, you said she

supposedly killed a
bunch of prisoners, so,

what happened to her?

So, like I was
saying at the church,

she was suspected of killing
prisoners here in the jail.

As more and more victims
started turning up,

the warden knew something
was wrong, I mean, apart from

the occasional suicide or

fight between prisoners,

there was just way too
many deaths occurring.

The warden suspected
Sister Monday,

but before she could officially

be brought in for
questioning, she disappeared.

Just, uh,

disappeared?

Yep.

Vanished without a trace.

Right.

I mean, eventually, the
place had to close down

due to all the bad press.

The state cut off funding,

and no one wants to
privately invest in a jail.

So, the place was closed,

and no one heard from
Sister Monday again.

And they all lived
happily ever after.

Next.

You know, some people
think she returned here

after the jail closed to
live out her final years.

Some people think she
still wanders these halls

looking to punish
those who deserve it.

Huh.

Being here's so strange.

I mean, knowing everything
that happened here,

actually being here
is really insane.

I mean, can you feel it?

Feel what?

Her presence,
Sister Monday, I mean,

she was here.

This is where she lived.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I can feel it, it's,

it's bofadees.

- What?
- Shh.

It's bofadees.

What is it, what is that?

Both of these nuts, ha, ha!

- So fucking stupid.
- You're a fucking retard.

Whoa, hey, Jesus,
you can't say that.

- That's very...
- Excuse me, you're right.

- You're a fricking retard.
- Oh yeah, that's much better.

So, what do we do now?

- I want to go explore.
- No.

The point of coming here
was to get out of the storm.

I am not playing urban
explorer with you.

Fine, stay here, I don't care.

Yeah, okay, you
guys go look at junk,

and we'll be out here.

I'm sure you will.

Yeah, wait up.

I'll come too.

Come on.

This must lead up to the cells.

Hey, do you have any
snacks in here, I'm starving.

Oh, it's just...

It's just my camera and
some stuff, so come on.

Hey, you know
what, I was thinking,

maybe we shouldn't go up there

'cause the floors are unstable.

Or bad things.

I guess.

Oh, wow.

Oh my god.

Oh wow.

This is where they used
to hang all the prisoners,

right here in this tower.

How do you know that?

My dad used to tell
me bedtime stories

about this place
when I was younger.

Your dad used to tell
you bedtime stories

about this place?

To like, make you fall asleep?

My dad and I had a
special relationship.

He was never one to
hide things from me.

Even if he knew
it would scare me,

he thought it would make
me a stronger person

to know the truth.

Right, yeah, that makes sense.

And Sister Monday
would stand right there

and watch every execution.

You know, I bet witnessing
all of that death

is what caused her to carry out

her own form of justice
within these walls.

You know, you kind of
sound like a Dateline 20/20

voiceover, you know that?

You know, cool
ways, it's cool...

Okay.

Are you just gonna stand
there all night, or what?

What the fuck are
they doing up there?

Hopefully they lock
themselves in a jail cell.

I don't care.

Let's go find them.

Look, I really don't
feel like looking for them

or anything else we might
find up in this shit hole.

Gabriela?

Are you scared of ghosts?

No.

I'm not scared.

Then you shouldn't
be scared of that.

What?

You're so stupid.

- Your face...
- Your mom's face.

Come here.

Let's go, jerk.

Oh, hey, what's that?

Um, just looks
like some junk, or

something we wanna look at.

It's a list of the
prisoners who were kept here.

Oh look, there's photos, too.

Putting faces to these stories
really makes it feel real.

Makes what feel real?

What's wrong with you?

You can't go around scaring
people in a haunted jail.

You might give your
sister a heart attack.

Love that story.

Found a bunch of photos of
the prisoners that were here.

I'm sure a lot of
them met their fate

- at the hands of Sister Monday.
- Let me see.

Oh, that guy looks awful.

What'd he do?

Murder.

Oh, yeah, I read
about this guy.

This guy here, you listening?

This guy used to bang ghosts.

Constantly, that's right,
constantly bag ghosts.

Wake up, my child.

Sister.

What are you doing in here?

I'm Here to give
you communion.

Are you sorry for your sins?

Yes.

- Yes, I am.
- Good.

Then take this,

and accept forgiveness
from our Savior.

You're not afraid
to be in here with me?

If they find you, if
the warden finds you...

I'm not afraid to be here.

The Lord is on my side.

I am sorry
for what I did, Sister.

Good.

Here.

Take this.

It's broken into pieces.

This is my body,

and it is given up for you.

This is the new covenant,

an agreement made between
God and his people,

and you will drink his
blood and think of him.

Drink it!

Every

last bit.

- Oh my god.
- There you are.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Let's go.

Okay.

Hey, what are the chances

we can borrow the
cabin next weekend?

Just us

since this weekend is a bust.

I can ask.

I mean, forcing me to
bring my kid sister along

was my mom's idea.

Why?

There's something you
want me alone for?

Meaning?

I mean, is there something
you need to ask me?

At the cabin,

by ourselves?

Can I stick it in your butt?

Idiot.

No?

So, back at the church,

your sister said
you're into photography

- and history and stuff?
- Yeah.

I mean, I like local history,

things I can see and
research myself, you know.

That's cool.

Yeah, that's really cool, I
didn't know that about you.

You know, I only see you in
psychology class at school, and

never really see you

outside of school.

Like a date?

No.

Not a date, like socially.

I don't know your interests
and things you like,

- and you know...
- Like a girlfriend.

Will you shut up?

I can sum it up for you.

She likes books and
reading and research

and not shopping or having fun.

Oh, and she loves
creepy nun stories.

Those are her favorite.

And what do you like, Gabby?

Not being married at your age
and peaking in high school?

Peaking in high school?

- Really?
- Yeah.

It is so obvious you're
still jealous of me

because I went to private school

and you had to go
to public school

with all the freaks and weirdos.

I didn't want to
go to private school.

I was perfectly happy
at public school.

Right, keep telling
yourself that.

I was.

Dad and I used to laugh about
the teachers at your school.

He used to tell me
all sorts of stories

about the nuns there.

Lollerskating.

You know why he told you
those stories, right?

He felt guilty because

he and mom couldn't afford
to send you there with me.

Duh.

What are you talking about?

You and dad didn't have
some special bond, Ash.

He only told you those stories

to make you not wanna
go to my private school.

To hide the fact that
it costs so much.

So, he just made up some
creepy nun shit to scare you

that you obviously believed.

I didn't want to go.

Good, then it worked.

So, why didn't you guys
go to the same school?

I had been going to
private school for years

at Our Lady of the Majestic.

And by the time little
AK was old enough to go,

our parents couldn't
afford to send us both.

So, instead of pulling me
out and traumatizing my life

to which I'd become
accustomed to,

they sent her to public
school where she belongs.

How is it your parents
could afford a vacation cabin

but not send both of
you to private school?

Our financial situation
has since improved, obvy.

So anyway, like I was
saying, I like local history.

Once my dad told me the
story of Sister Monday,

I was hooked.

Even though it scared me,
I wanted to know more.

That's why I'm writing
my thesis on her.

Thesis.

Whatever that is.

Well, actually Gabriela, it's
a long essay or dissertation

- based on personal research...
- Shut up.

Say what you want
about me and dad,

but Sister Monday was real.

What she did was real.

I mean, we're standing here
in the middle of history.

I'm gonna go explore.

You coming, Michael?

Um, yeah, sure.

Oh, and to answer
your question, Anthony,

yes, she will let you
put it in her butt.

It's her favorite
method of birth control.

Hey, you know what,
I was thinking, um,

maybe it's not a great idea to
split up the group, you know,

in a place like this, right?

If you wanna stay, you can.

Just, I really wanna see
all I can while we're here.

Well, maybe I could

stay and keep watch.

- Sure.
- Yeah.

I'ma stay and keep watch.

Michael!

Michael, look what I found!

What's up?

Look.

Look.

What's up, what's
that you got?

It's drawings I
did as a kid of Sister Monday.

Um.

What?

No, no, no, there
were drawings here.

Hey, maybe

you should sit down and relax
for a little while, okay.

It's a little hot in here.

I know what I saw, Michael.

No, that's not
what I'm saying.

It's just that there's

nothing here now, so.

I used to be terrified she
was watching me as a kid.

This seat taken?

You know, my dad really did
used to tell me those stories

about Sister Monday when
he'd tuck me in at night.

Like, I begged to hear them.

So, it's not like he
was trying to scare me.

I just wanted to know more.

Hey kiddo.

Ready for bed?

Daddy.

So, you say your prayers?

Yes, I did.

- Did you God bless your mom?
- Yes.

- And your dad?
- Yes.

What about your sister?

Um,

yes, her too.

That's my good girl.

Wait, dad, can you please
tell me another story

about Sister Monday?

I told you that
if you get scared,

then I'll never tell
those stories anymore.

I'm not scared.

Well, I am a little bit
scared, but I like it.

You
like being scared?

Yes.

Okay.

One time, Sister Monday
visited the cell of a prisoner

who was in jail because
he did unspeakable things.

What kind of things?

"What kind of
things?" you ask.

Terrible, terrible things.

He used to tell
me these stories

about how she would sneak
into prisoners' jail cells

and kill them.

And later they would be
found dead and would just

assumed to have killed themselves
or died of natural causes.

Afterwards, I'd be
too afraid to sleep.

I would see Sister Monday
everywhere I looked.

I would see her standing in
the dark corners of my room.

I wouldn't dare step foot
off the bed until morning

because I knew she was
hiding under my bed

waiting for the perfect
opportunity to grab my feet

and pull me under.

If my closet door was cracked,

I would swear she was
inside watching me sleep.

Of course, I never actually
told my dad how scared I was

because I didn't want him to
stop telling these stories

of Sister Monday.

I just liked it that
he spent time with me.

Plus, I know it's something
that he only shared with me.

I mean, something that
he didn't tell Gabby,

just me and no one else.

Do you think those stories
he told you were real?

- Of course they're real.
- No, I mean,

like Gabby said.

Do you think your father told
you those stories so you'd

be afraid of nuns?

So you wouldn't want to
go to a private school

he couldn't afford
to take you to?

Regardless of his intentions,

Sister Monday was real.

What she did was real.

I mean, we truly are sitting

in the middle of
history here, Michael.

Yeah.

Look.

The mind

is a powerful tool, Ashley.

The fears we get from our
thoughts can sometimes be

more terrifying than real life.

Sometimes,

our childhood fears can
manifest into our reality.

What are you, like a
psych major, or something?

- I am, actually.
- Mm-hmm.

I'll take that
as a compliment.

No wonder I sit
next to you in class.

- You're actually pretty smart.
- Look, all I'm saying is

sometimes we are more
scarier than what we fear.

Yeah.

I guess I just thought by coming
here I could face my fears.

I get it.

It's a brave thing to do.

Especially here, 'cause
it's scary as shit.

Hey, can I show you something?

Yeah, I guess.

Good, you have to promise
not to say anything.

I have to promise
not to say anything?

- Yes, you can't say...
- Okay.

Good.

Are those?

- Anthony's car keys?
- You stole those?

Well, I, I really
wanted to come here,

and I knew there was no way
Gabby would agree to otherwise.

Oh my

That's why I didn't want
you looking in my bag.

So, your whole plan
was to head back and say,

"Oh, look what I found"?

Yeah, pretty much.

Oh, that's awesome.

- He's an asshole.
- Yeah, I know.

He's an, he's
an absolute dick.

Can you believe
that little roach?

Saying I peaked in high school.

You two fight a lot.

And I'm not married at my age?

Like, I know we're gonna
eventually get married.

Yeah.

I mean, how many years
have we been dating?

- Three months?
- Exactly.

It's like, why's she
trying to make me look all

desperate and shit?

Jesus.

Are you ready?

Yeah, sure.

I was surprised to hear

that you wanted to
receive communion.

Yeah, well, I figured
what the hell, you know.

Not that much longer
here, anyways, so,

might as well.

You know,

the Lord, he does
forgive our sins.

Do you accept him as our Savior?

Absolutely.

- Now, about that wine.
- First,

you will take the
flesh of our Lord.

All gone.

This cup is the new covenant,

an agreement made between
God and his people.

An agreement
confirmed by my blood.

You will remember me as
often as you drink it.

The hell is this?

That's not wine.

No.

I cannot have wine.

Alcohol is forbidden
in the prison.

So I
did this for nothing.

I thought you did
it for our Savior.

What a crock of shit.

You poisoned me, bitch!

May God have
mercy on your soul.

May God have mercy on your soul.

May God have mercy on your soul!

Ashley?

Ash?

Ashley?

Anybody?

Hello?

Hello?

Guys?

Guys!

I'm fucking afraid.

Please let me out.

This is not good.

All right.

Boobs.

Nice.

You.

- Fuck you.
- Shake it more than once,

and you're playing
with it, sinner.

It's a good thing
there's a toilet here

because I've shit myself.

Are you scared Sister
Monday was gonna get you?

Let's go.

Um, I have to use
the restroom, too,

so I'll just catch
up with you later.

Oh, oh, oh yeah, yeah?

Number one or number two?

That is none of your business.

I see what you did there.

I don't think the
toilet paper's two-ply.

You left the seat up.

That wasn't me.

My foot slipped.

Boobs.

Babe?

Anthony?

Hello?

Hello?

Ashley?

I swear to God, you better
not be trying to scare me.

Oh!

Well, that was a really
long bathroom break.

Did you, uh, drop the
kids off at the pool?

Visit the Duke boys?

Take Browns to the Super Bowl?

I got another one.

Nice cross.

That's a big piece of wood.

You like big pieces of wood?

I, too, have a
big piece of wood.

Come on over here
and check this out.

Anthony!

Hello?

Hello?

Guys, this is not funny.

We have joining us
tonight Mikey Foreman,

author of the best selling book,

"I Was Locked In A Haunted
Jail Cell and Survived."

How are you doing
tonight, Mikey?

Oh, I'm doing great,
Dan, thanks for having me.

So, tell us, how
did you survive?

Well...

Hello?

Michael?

Gabby?

Where is everybody?

Guys?

What's going on?

Hello?

Anthony?

Is that you?

Boo!

What do you want?

I want

your soul.

I'm not afraid of you
anymore, Sister Monday.

I'm not running anymore.

The mind
is a powerful tool.

Fears from our thoughts

sometimes can be more
terrifying than real life.

Can I show you something?

Yeah, I guess.

Okay, but you have to
promise not to say anything.

I have to promise
not to say anything?

- Yes, you can't say...
- Okay.

Okay, okay.

- Anthony's car keys.
- You stole those?

Sometimes

our childhood fears can
manifest into our realities.

Sometimes we

are more scarier
than what we fear.

Ashley, Ash,
wake up.

We're here.

Hurry up and take your
pictures so we can go.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I just had a bad dream, I guess.

Uh, so you're gonna take
these pictures of the church,

- or what?
- Yeah, for your thesis?

Whatever that is.

No, you know, I,

I think I'm done with
old ghost stories.

Really?

No more scary nuns?

No more Sister Monday?

I'm done with the past.

It's time to start
looking for now.

All right, sounds good.

So, uh,

next stop, cabin.

Yes!

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