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(music playing)

(man grunting)

(coughing)

(gagging)

(generator sputtering)

(gags)

(grunting)

- (grunting)
- (generator choking)

(generator starts)

(lowered grunting)

(sputtering)

- (electricity buzzes)
- (generator shuts off)

(lowered groaning)

(birds chirping)

- (door opens)
- (footsteps)

Mom, I'm heading out.

Oh, honey, you look...

You're so beautiful.

You're leaving early?

Yeah, I'm meeting
Camilla first.

Well, I'm really proud
of you for going.

Even if you don't have a...

I didn't--
I didn't mean it like that.

- I just--
- I know what you meant.

(sighs) You know,
you could always ask Gabe.

(scoffs)
I'll see you later.

- Promise me you'll have fun.
- Yeah.

- Take lots of pictures.
- Okay.

- (birds cawing)
- (footsteps)

(door shuts)

(door squeaks open)

(squeaking)

Boo!
(laughing)

Camilla, that's not cool.

Where were you?
I thought we were
meeting out front.

Sorry, my parents insisted
on taking photos of me

from like
50 different angles.

- We're still doing this, right?
- Yeah.

- Where's your stuff?
- It's in my locker.
Let's go.

(both laughing)

Do you think we can return our
dresses and get our money back?

What are you gonna do
if your mom finds out?

I don't know.
It's better to ask
for forgiveness, you know?

If we get busted,
I'm dead.

What are they gonna do,

ground you till the end
of the schoolyear?

Yeah, good point.

(both laugh)

How'd you find out about
this anti-prom thing anyway?

Max invited me
to the group.

- Max is going?
- Yeah.

- Why so surprised?
- Nothing.

I just thought
you were over him.

'Kay, I lied.

Great.

What's that
supposed to mean?

I'm just saying
that being invited to
some party in the woods

- is not the same as a date.
- Says you.

I just...
Max is...

- Just be careful.
- I don't have to be careful.

That's why you're coming.
Hello?

Miss you, too.
See you soon.

Hey. Oh, Heather.

I thought for sure
you'd be going to prom.

I went last year.
I'm over it.

Yeah, no need
to explain it to me.

Prom is so cliché.

I was gonna say lame.

Yeah. Rob should be
showing up pretty soon.

- Where's it at anyway?
- Um, some cabin in
Shadow Creek.

That I think
Tony found.

Wait, Tony,
like, Tony-Tony?

Isn't he, like, 30?

Yeah. We hang out
with him sometimes.

He buys the beer.

- And what's a party
without beer?
- Max.

Hey, Camilla.
What's up?

(giggles)
Hey, Max.

Max:
Hey, Heather.

Oh, Heather, it's Gabe.
Is he really coming?

Good question.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

You invited me.

Gabe, I've invited you
to a million things.

- It's not like you ever come.
- I know.

I just... this is
my first time ever being
to the football field.

I hate this place.

- We're not here for
the football field.
- I know, I just figured,

you know, I should do
at least one kind of
normal thing before graduation.

Anti-prom is not normal.

I guess that's
the appeal.

- Good.
- (horn honks)

Oh, Rob's here.
Hey, guys, come on.
Let's go.

(music playing on radio)

- Hey.
- Hey.

Yo, yo.

The anti-prom express
is now boarding.

Welcome to my limo.

- What, no mini bar?
- Get in there.

- I'd settle for seats.
- Or seatbelts.

Hey, chill.
Van's built like a tank.

(door shuts)

I feel like
we're being smuggled.

(car starts)

(music playing in distance)

This is the cabin?

It looks more like a shack.

(chatter)

My people!

What's up, man?
Welcome to anti-prom.

Oh, it's good to see you.

- Hey.
- You been working out?

Oh, thanks.
We got snacks.

We got drinks.
Come on in.

Come on in, ladies.
Ladies.

It's a rager.

Oh, crap, I left
my phone in the van.

You want me
to come with or...

It's like 50 feet.
I can handle it.

I meant more for me.

Hello?

(low groaning)

- (horn honks)
- (gasps)

- (laughing)
- Man: We're at Shadow Creek.

Creeps.

Max:
Tell 'em, Tony.

Tell 'em what they say
about Shadow Creek.

I don't know, man.
They say a lot of things.

I don't know if these girls
wanna hear all of 'em.

And cue
lame ghost story.

- It's all B.S.
- Not all of it.

Right, you mean the story
that's supposed to scare
the girls

into sleeping with
the guys to protect them?

I don't think you need help
in that department, Bethany.

Hey, man, I could use
all the help I can get.

Stop it.

All right, so,
you've all heard the story

of the doctor who murdered
his wife and kids?

- No way.
- It's true.

No, seriously,
you can look it up.

- (music stops)
- Back in the '80s,

there was this doctor in town.

Okay, he was a family man.

Everybody liked him.

Then one night, he went
for a hike in the woods.

These woods.

When he came back,
he was...

he was different.

And then he just snapped.

Killed his wife.
Killed his kids.

Killed anybody who was stupid
enough to come looking for him.

- How did he kill 'em?
- Really wanna know?

Yeah.

- He cut out their hearts.
- Man: What?

And then he ate 'em.

- It's actually getting dumber.
- (chuckles)

Yeah, but they
caught him, right?

No. They never did.

In fact, there's been
a rumor going around

that he's isolating himself
somewhere in these woods.

So he can't hurt anybody else.

Let me guess,
in a cabin just
like this one.

- (soft laughter)
- Not like this...

this cabin.

(laughter)

Okay, well, I have to
go to the bathroom.

Uh, Max, do you wanna
come watch the door for me?

No, I'm good.

Oh...

Where was it again?

Oh, it's the outhouse out back.

(door opens, shuts)

(door opens, shuts)

Any other stories people have?

(owl hooting)

(door shuts)

Max:
Heather.

- Hey.
- Really glad you came.

I didn't expect
to see you here.

Surprise.

So, what's wrong?

Well, why are you
acting weird?

You act like
I'm not even here.

Are you pissed
about something?

Do we really need
to do this right now?

Well, I'm here
and you're here, so...

So, we are gonna
do this right now.

You're the only one who looks
like they don't wanna be here.

- You and Gabe.
- Leave him out of this.

Is he why you said no?

Grow up.

So, why'd you say no?

Look, when you
turned me down to prom,

I thought it was
because you had a date.

- And then you show up to--
- Camilla: What?

Wait, he asked you out?

- Cam, it isn't like that.
- No, don't.

- You should've just told me.
- Camilla.

- Camilla!
- No, let her go.

You're a total ass.

You wanna know why
I said no to you, Max?

'Cause I don't
date idiots.

Camilla!

Camilla!

Camilla?

Camilla!

(chatter)

(chatter)

Oh, thank God
you're here.

I think these guys are,
like, trying to roofie me
or something.

- Have you seen Camilla?
- Uh, no, no.

Hey, do you know
where Camilla went?

Didn't she go to
the bathroom?

- Why?
- I can't find her anywhere.

- Camilla!
- Hey, is everything okay?

(sighs)
It's complicated.

- What are you doing here?
- What, we wanna help.

Haven't you been
enough help already?
Just go back to the party.

- We can't party
with people missing.
- Tony: Hold up.

Can't go anywhere
without these.

You guys have no idea
what's out there.

There's poison oak,
bears, killer beavers.

(chuckles)
Killer beavers?

Heather: Camilla?

Camilla!

- Camilla!
- Hey, what happened anyway?

People are jerks.
That's what happened.

Hey, I'm standing right here.
I can hear you.

- Okay, maybe
we should split up.
- Yes, good idea.

- Bethany and I are
gonna split up.
- Wait.

- And we're gonna go look...
- Rob, I wanna stay

- with the rest of the group.
- You know what, whatever.

(leaves rustling)

(rustling)

- (twig snaps)
- (gasps)

Heather:
Camilla?

What am I doing?

(gasps)

- (gagging)
- (phone vibrating)

- Bethany: Is she picking up?
- She's still not answering.

- (phone beeps)
- Camilla!

Drama queen.

Are you ever not awful?

- No.
- (leaves rustling)

What was that?

Hey, guys.
Gotta come check this out.

Come on.

Rob: Well, that's creepy.
Did you know this was here?

Tony: No, I've never
been out here before.

Heather: Camilla?

Maybe she's inside.

Really?

- Why don't you go inside?
- That's a good idea.

Go.

Guys, come on.

Hey, come check
this out.

Weird cables.

Heather:
What are these lights for?

Looks like somebody's trying
to capture Bigfoot or something.

Nice.

Oh, this place is a dump.

Bethany: Uh, guys,
I think someone lives here.

Yeah, never mind.

Camilla would definitely
not be in here.

And it looks like
it's the maid's day off.

(sloshes)

(screams)

- Oh, my God.
- What the hell?

- Gabe: That's disgusting.
- (all groaning)

Tony: What, do you think
a bear did that?

Rob: I don't think
a bear could do that.

- Heather...
- (gasps)

Camilla?
Thank God, you--

Turn it off.

- (flashlight clicks)
- We were looking for you.

You had us scared to death.

Are-- are you okay?

Camilla,
what are you...

- (screams) Camilla, stop!
- (roars)

Help!

Stop!

Get off!
(screaming)

- Tony: Hey, chill!
- Max: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Get off of her!
- (Camilla gagging)

Bethany: Somebody should
call an ambulance.

Rob:
We're in the middle of nowhere.

Gabe: Let's get her
back to the van. Come on.

You got her? You got her?

(Camilla gagging continues)

Put her down.
Get her down.

What's wrong with her?

Gabe: She's having like
a seizure or something.

(van starts)

Heather:
Just breathe, Camilla,
it's going to be okay.

Yes, hello? It's an emergency.
My friend is having some
kind of seizure.

- (lowered) Let me go.
- What the hell?

(lowered)
I said let me go!

- (tires squealing)
- Hey, watch it!

(monitor beeping)

Camilla?

I'm so sorry.

- (roars)
- (screaming)

- No!
- Heather, it's okay.

It's okay. I'm here.

Heather, it's okay.
You're all right.

- You're all right.
- It's okay. It's okay, Heather.

It's okay. Just sit back.
Try to relax.

Everything's gonna be
all right.

Take a deep breath.

I'm Doctor Cobb.
You're at Mercy Hospital.

You were in
a car accident.

You had a mild concussion,
but you're gonna be fine.

Look at me for a sec.

Are the--
are the others okay?

- I'm sorry?
- My friends, are they okay?

Most of them just suffered
minor injuries.

Camilla?

I'm sorry.

How?

Well, her injuries
from the crash were--

No.

Something was wrong
before the crash.

We know.
It was a grand mal seizure.

Which is rare in the case of
no history of epilepsy,

but it can happen.

We'll know more when they
complete the autopsy.

- Does Dad know?
- Mom: I left him a message.

He hasn't called back yet.
He'll call. I'm sure.

Hey, Heather.
I'm Detective Smith.

- How are you feeling?
- I've been better.

I hate to bother you
right now, but, uh,

I do have a couple of
questions I need to ask
if you're up to it.

Is this really
necessary right now?

Mom, it's fine.

Now, last night,
did you see anyone strange
hanging out at the party?

Anyone who looked like
they didn't belong?

Okay, now this other cabin.

As far as you know,
had any of your friends seen
this cabin before last night?

No, but...

- there was a body.
- Yeah, I know.

We haven't
identified it yet.

We were trying to find Camilla.
Something happened to her.

- I-I saw something--
- I think that's enough--

I think this is
enough for now.

Okay.

Feel better, Heather.

Dr. Cobb: All right, Heather,
you just try and take it easy.

I'm only gonna have you here
for a few more hours.

I'm gonna try and get you
home so you can sleep

in your own bed tonight, okay?

(crickets chirping)

Can I get you something?

No, thanks. I'm okay.

- Who are you calling?
- I haven't seen anyone
since the crash.

I need to talk to Gabe.

You wanna try talking to
your own mother first?

I get this call
you're in a car crash,

and I'm scared
half to death.

I didn't know
where you were.

You didn't go
to your prom.

I mean,
what is all this?

I know things haven't been
the same since your dad left.

Camilla's gone, Mom.

I know.

It's awful.

And it so easily
could've been you.

Something was wrong with her.

You kept saying that.
What?

I don't know.

I just...

What was it?

You're not gonna believe me.

Camilla didn't die
from a seizure,

or in that crash.

(cell phone ringing)

- (beeps)
- Hey.

- Woman: Hey, are you okay?
- I'm fine. I'm on my way home.

- Why?
- Nothing.

What's the matter?

I just got worried about you
all of a sudden.

- I don't know.
- I'm fine. I'm on my way home.

- I'll see you
in a few minutes, okay?
- Okay.

Okay, bye.

(beeps)

(papers shuffling)

- Hey.
- (gasps)

- Wanna try knocking?
- Sorry, the door was open.

Listen, that other John Doe
that they found earlier.

Yeah, it's pretty gruesome.

- I pulled prints
and dental for you.
- Oh, thanks.

- Did you get a look
at the girl yet?
- I just put her on ice.

Somehow,
she got the worst of it.

We're starting full autopsy
tomorrow, so I'll let you know.

All right, well, thank you.

(fluorescent light buzzing)

(buzzing stops)

(bang in distance)

(creaking)

(cell phone ringing)

Damn.

(ringing continues)

(beeps)

- Hello?
- Woman: I can never die.

- Honey?
- I can never die.

I can never die.

- (growling)
- Whoa, whoa.

(screaming)

(bells tolling)

I'll see you
at home, okay?

Hey.

We need to talk.

Did you guys talk
to the police?

Yeah.

What did you tell them?

Nothing really.
Camilla freaked out.

- She was having a convulsion.
- But her voice...

there was something else.

- Didn't you see it?
- What are you talking
about, Heather?

The doctor said
it was a seizure, okay?

People can do stuff like that
when they're having a seizure.

They-- I've seen it before.

They even bite off
their own tongue.

But you saw it.

I don't know what I saw.

So, I'm the only crazy one.

None of you saw her eyes
or her mouth or that thing
that came out of it.

Hey, we all got pretty
knocked around in that van.

- Head trauma. Concussion.
- It wasn't just what I saw.

I felt something.

- Like a presence.
- Rob: Come on,

we saw a pretty gruesome
corpse back there.

Camilla having a seizure
in the van.

The crash.
It was a lot.

So, none of you saw anything?

- (screams)
- (gasps)

(line ringing)

- Gabe: Hello?
- Hey, are you busy?

Uh, no. Why?
What's up?

- Do you think
you can come over?
- Uh, sure.

Thanks for coming.

My mom's working late again
and I don't feel like
being alone.

Yeah, I don't blame you.

How was the, uh,
how was the funeral?

I don't know.
The minister didn't
even know her.

Why didn't you go?

I just didn't think I knew her
well enough to be honest.

You know, this whole time
I've lived next to you,

I've never, like, actually
been in your room, you know?

Like, even-even when
we were little kids.

Are you okay?

You want the truth,
or do you want me to lie?

Whatever-- whatever
makes you feel better.

Everyone thinks
I'm crazy.

I don't know.
I think I'm crazy.

I know I saw something.

Yeah, I saw
something, too.

Right before the crash.

I know. I'm sorry.

You guys were close.

Camilla and I were planning
on boarding together
next year at State.

I was thinking about
going there.

Except, I don't think they have
what I'm looking for, though.

I'm thinking, um,
professional figure skating.

You should see my double axel.
It's pretty nice.

(cans rattling)

(metallic rustling)

Hey, man, you take anything
out of that garage,

I got a 12-gauge and some shells
with your name on it.

- (growling)
- (gasps)

(screaming)

(line ringing)

Recording: Please leave
your message after the tone.

- (beeps)
- Hey, Dad.

You have a weird robot
for a voicemail now.

Don't know if you changed
your number or...

Anyway, uh, call me back.

I miss you.

Okay, bye.

- (groans)
- (gasps)

Tony?

What the hell
are you doing here?

(groans)

I just felt like
I should be here.

Okay... why?

I don't...
I don't feel so well.

I can't...

Do you want me
to call someone or...

No, I just...

I just wanna sit here
for a sec.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

(sliding door shuts)

(line ringing)

- Bethany: Hello?
- Bethany, it's Heather.

Heather, what time is it?

Listen, Tony is at my house.

- What?
- Tony, your beer friend.

- He just showed up
at my house.
- What?

- What's he doing?
- I don't know.

- He's acting kind of strange.
- Oh, my God.

What a weirdo.

Hold on.

He might be leaving.

Do you want me
to call the cops?

No, no. Just stay on the phone
for a second, will you?

Tony?

Bethany: That's it.
I'm calling the cops.

Hold on.

Heather, are you there?

Heather:
Oh, my God.

- Heather?
- (gasps)

- You're gonna die.
- Bethany?

- (lowered)
You've been marked, Heather.
- What?

You're gonna die.

(roaring)

(screaming)

(siren wails)

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Stay with her.
- (police radio chatter)

Officer:
Dispatch, this is 2-23.
I got a possible 10-70.

Please send back up.

(gags)

(bang in distance)

(leaves rustling)

- (siren wails)
- (police radio chatter)

- Hi.
- Detective.

Look, Heather,
I know it's been one
hell of a week for you.

I am really only
trying to help.

But we got a dead guy
in the woods where you guys
were having a party,

and another guy from that
same party has been murdered

in your backyard
in a very similar way.

Then you can imagine
how traumatic this is.

Detective Smith:
I understand.

Look, guys, the FBI's gonna
be taking over this case.

- I've spoken to a couple--
- Heather: There was
something else.

- Outside with Tony?
- In the house.

Someone else who?
Did you get a look
at the guy?

It wasn't a guy.
It was something...

It wasn't human.

Okay.

Well, why don't we
talk about that tomorrow?

Angela, can I--
can I talk to you
over here for a second?

(gagging)

- (gasping)
- Heather, Heather. Heather.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have left you alone.

Okay, you know that--
you know that "ridic" story

that Tony was telling
back at the cabin?

Well, I've been
doing some research,

and there might be
some kind of truth
behind it.

Yeah.

(bird cawing)

- Where were you?
- Oh, you know, just had
a fun time being interrogated.

I couldn't really
just leave.

You got a guilty conscience
about something, Gabe?

- Shut up.
- Hey, whatever.

Heather found
Tony's body
in her yard.

You wanted us to meet here.
What's up?

I-- I don't think...

Have any of you
been seeing things?

Things that you know
can't be real, but when
you're seeing them,

- it's just...
- (laughs)

Here we go again with
the strange feelings
and the odd presence.

Tony was killed, Max.
In my own yard.

It looked like something
burst out of him just like
that old man.

- The dead guy in the woods?
- Yes.

This thing isn't human,
and it's scary as hell.

And I tried telling the cops,
and they don't believe me.

But you guys
have to believe me.

We think Tony's story
might be real.

The one about the doctor
like 30 years ago.

The cops linked
the crime scene

to the serial killer
from the same time period.

- We think there's,
like, a pattern.
- Tony's story from the party?

Wow.

Okay, yeah,
you guys are both crazy.

The thing I saw in my house

was the same thing that I saw
in the crash from Camilla.

And Gabe saw it, too.

But we're both
crazy, right?

'Cause none of you
saw anything.

You're all
freaking fine.

Cuckoo.

- I'm outta here.
- Yeah, where the hell
are you going?

School. Okay,
I got tryouts next week.

Coach doesn't give a rat's ass
about ghost stories.

I gotta make the cut.

What could the team
possibly do without you?

You can't just
walk away from this.

Two of our friends are dead.

And I'm telling you that
this is some other worldly crap

that we're dealing with,
and your response is
to go do squats?

Actually, it's chest day.

Okay?

I'm sorry. I'm done.

- Let me know how it goes, man.
- Wait.

- What is this?
- Ouch.

It's a bruise.
It's...

From the crash.

Yeah, Bethany told me
I was marked.

- Huh?
- On the phone.

You-- Something told me
that I was marked

right before
I found Tony's body.

All right,
what the hell
is going on here?

Still think
we're crazy?

This is seriously
freaking me out.

I saw this before.
On that old man's arm.

- We have to go
back to the cabin.
- Rob: Yeah, good luck.

Cabin's a crime scene.
Cops have probably cleared
it out already.

Well, what if they
missed something?

What do you think
you're gonna find
that they didn't?

We have to try something.
We need answers.

No, you need
sleep, okay?

And you guys
all need therapy.

I'm sorry, Heather,
but I really don't
wanna go back there.

Yeah, me neither.

- Looks like it's just us.
- Can we use your car?

Yeah. Yeah.

You know, I'm sorry
I left you last night.

No, it's fine.
I feel asleep right away anyway.

After I left, you know, I went
home and I couldn't sleep.

And for some reason,
I couldn't stop thinking about--

- about that story
that Tony told us.
- (scoffs)

No, that-- that's what I
thought, too.

But, look, there might be
something to it.

I overheard
the detectives talking,

they said that in 1985,
there was a doctor.

His son's dismembered body
was discovered in their house.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Then his wife and other son
went missing. It's crazy.

Right before
they could arrest him,

the doctor just disappeared.
Never found him.

He's the prime suspect
in two other murder cases

that fit the same
exact style.

- It-- it's just
a little-- a little--
- Too much of a coincidence.

Exactly.

Wow.

I was hoping it
was going to be less
creepy during the day.

I was wrong.

(music playing on radio)

- (bones cracking)
- (door opens)

Serrano, I thought
I told you to shower.

- I got three more sets, Coach.
- You should've been here
on time.

I'm not waiting on you.
Hit the showers.

I'll lock up, Coach.
Let me finish.

You better.

(groans)

(police radio chatter)

What are you doing?
You can't touch that.

What, you just knocked down
all the police tape.

I'm not going in there
without anything.

Looks like the guy
collected lamps.

Gabe: Yeah. Weird.

- (Gabe clears throat)
- Check this out.

Yeah, they're, like,
all over the place.

The mark.

Whatever it is,
it was definitely here.

How do you...

Oh, yeah.

This is what was in my house.

It's like a shadow but alive.

Yo, check this out right here.

Heather: It's like
he was counting something.

Or marking off his days.

Or his victims.

- (wind whistling)
- Wait, do you hear that?

Yeah.

- Wait, rewind it.
- (clicking)

Okay, okay,
just let me do it.

(groans)

(door shuts)

Coach?

(locker bangs)

Hey, who else is in here?

(tape recorder clicking,
stops)

Man on recording: I'm making
this recording in the hope

that when I die
the truth might be known.

They think I'm a murderer.

That I killed my family.

But what really killed
my wife and children

is beyond anything
anyone could possibly imagine.

We went on a camping trip,
but when we came back,

something had happened
to my youngest son.

He had a bruise
that didn't heal.

(locker bangs)

(lowered)
Do you know what pain is?

Tony?

(lowered)
It's weakness leaving the body.

(roars)

(roars)

Rob: What?

Officer! Officer,
somebody locked me in.

Officer, let me out!

Man on recording:
Once we were marked,

it was only a matter of time.

It consumed us all,
one by one,

using us as hosts.

Hiding, waiting.

Waiting for the right moment
to take its next victim.

- (chain rattling)
- Officer.

Back away from the door.

Get back!

(crackling)

(chain rattles)

Officer?

(gasps)

(door bangs)

(breathing heavily)

We're marked.

This thing isn't gonna stop
even if it kills us all.

So he-- he came out here
to keep it away from
everybody else.

And it worked
until now.

Yeah.

Yay, anti-prom.

Grab that tape.

- What are you doing?
- What do you think?

All these lights,
the generator where I found him.

Look, I have an idea.
Let's go.

- Knock it off.
- Come on.

I'm serious.

How can your brain
even be in this mode
right now?

This is how I cope.

- Is something wrong?
- Seriously?

- Is something wrong?
- Yeah.

Isn't that what a concerned
boyfriend is supposed to ask?

Not if he already
knows the answer.

Look, I know
Camilla and Tony,
it's been...

All of this isn't
freaking you out?

All of what?

I really hope this is
some sort of denial.

Because even you can't
possibly be this dense.

(scoffs) Okay.

Geez.

I saw it too, Rob.

The thing Heather
was talking about
in the car.

I don't know what it was,
but I saw it.

Why didn't you
say anything?

- Why didn't you?
- I was driving.

The-the last thing
I remember was glass
flying towards my face.

These aren't exactly
matching tattoos, Rob.

We were in an accident.

And we all got
the exact same bruise?

Stop lying to yourself.

You're just as freaked out
as the rest of us.

Fine.
You know, maybe I am.

Maybe I'm too terrified
for rational thought.

We should've gone
with Heather and Gabe.

You were the first one
who said you didn't
want to go.

What the hell
are we supposed
to do about it now?

(cell phone ringing)

- Hey.
- Bethany, it's Heather.

- I need you to listen to me.
- Whoa, Heather, slow down.

Say that again.

Bethany, where are you?
Is Rob still with you?

Heather, you sound
freaked out.

Are you okay?
Should we call the police?

- What's going on?
- Heather: No police.

- Where's Max?
- Probably still at the gym.

- I...
- Bethany, I know
this sounds crazy,

but I need you
to trust me.

Get to the school as quick
as you can. Find Max.

Find a room with good lighting
and stay together.

Don't let anyone out of
your sight. Understand?

- Heather, you're scaring me.
- Good.

Stay together.
We'll be there soon.

- (phone hangs up)
- What was that all about?

Come on.
I'll explain on the way.

- Max isn't answering.
- Keep trying.

Heather, we can't
do this alone.
We need help.

No, this is up to us.
Gabe, we're all marked.

Anyone who sees us gets marked.
We can't bring anyone else in.

We need to figure out
how to kill this thing.

(car starts)

(line ringing)

- Gabe: So, anything?
- Nothing.

He's not answering.

That old man, that doctor,
he figured it out.

- He what?
- Those lights,
the light set up.

We can kill this thing.

The light kills it.

So, why didn't it
work for him?

Because he was old and weak and
he was trying to do it alone.

Look, if we stick together,
this thing will come after us.

We just have to figure out
how to trap it.

Great.

Sounds terrible.

Maybe we should split up
and look for him.

Seriously?
Are you high right now?

Come on.

God, there are you.
Dude, answer your cell phone
next time.

Max?

- Is this good? Yeah?
- Yeah, it looks good.

Max still isn't answering.
And now Bethany isn't
returning her texts.

She never puts her phone down,
and now she's not answering?

- (door shuts)
- Typical.

Come on.

I'm glad Bethany
remembered the part about
leaving the lights on.

- Man, I hate this plan.
- I know, so do I.

Okay, think.
Where would they be?

- Um, I don't know.
The gym maybe.
- (indistinct conversation)

Shh.

The teachers' lounge.
Come on.

Rob: Finally.

Are you guys okay?

Yeah. We've been waiting here
just like you said.

So, you want to tell us
what we're doing here exactly?

Heather:
He doesn't look so good.

Yeah. He was like that
when we found him.

(Max groans)

You were right, Heather.

Wow, that is something
I never thought I'd never hear.

- I saw it.
- Heather: I know.

- It's coming after us.
- What are you talking about?

Heather:
The old man left a tape.
This thing, this demon...

- Old man:
The demon needs a host.
- ...it needs a host.

Both:
Like a parasite.

Old man: To travel in daylight,
to stalk its next victim.

But it has a weakness.

It can only possess you
when you're alone.

I thought I could
keep my family safe

by keeping us all together.

But that's when
the nightmare started.

Just visions at first.

Tricks of the mind.

Then the hallucinations
got so strong,

I couldn't even tell
what was real anymore.

It uses your worst fears
against you to separate you.

To lure you into the darkness
where it can strike.

And with every host
it consumes,

it becomes more powerful,
more deceitful.

The key is light.

You can kill it
with enough light.

I've set a trap,
so when it's my time,

I'll destroy it.

Or, if I fail,
it'll destroy me.

And then... God help us.

We can do this.

We just have to stick together

and stay in the light
and wait it out until morning.

So, we're all marked.

It means we're gonna die?

Unless we figure out
a way to stop it.

So, how do we stop it?

With light.

If we get enough light,
maybe we can destroy it.

- So, it's like a vampire.
- But vampires aren't real, man.

Dude, at this point,
I'm open to anything.

It's not just sunlight.
Any light can hurt it.

If we could just figure out
a way to trap it somehow.

Yeah, sounds great, but we don't
even know where this thing is.

- How are we
supposed to trap it?
- Heather: I'm not sure yet.

- The light--
- It's here.

And it's going to kill you.

- (door bangs)
- (gasps)

Did you guys...

Heather.

- Mom?
- Don't "Mom" me.

- Heather?
- Voice: Shh.

(children laughing)

(children laughing)

Hello?

(gasps)

What?

(grunting)

Hello?

When I said I wanted
to talk to you, it meant
I wanted to talk to you.

- Mom, I just--
- No wonder your dad
doesn't love you.

Mom, stop it.

You're the reason
he left us.

Can you blame him?

Mom!

Guys, come on.
Stop messing around.

(snarling in distance)

Max, is that you?

(low growling)

(growling continues)

Mom!

Mom!

Shh.

Max, if that's you, dude, I'm
seriously gonna kick your as--

Man: Rob.

Rob.

Bethany:
What are you doing?

Please, no. No, no!
Please don't!

(whimpering)

This... isn't...

real!

Rob.

(shouts)

Bethany:
Please don't!

Get away!

Max?

(Max groaning)

- (screaming)
- Gabe. Gabe!

Gabe!

You were hallucinating.

Are you okay?

Is this--
is this real?

- This is real.
- Ow. Ow, okay.

Ow. Ow.

Okay, we need to find
the others and warn them.

Yeah, except Max.

Yeah. We don't
need to warn him.

There you are.

Bethany?

Are you okay?

Oh, my God. Beth-- Bethany,
what happened to you?

I... I found Max.

What? Where?

(crying)

Oh, my God.

Shh. I'm here, I'm here.
I got you, babe, I got you.

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

Bethany? Rob?

Where the hell
are they?

(Bethany screams)

Bethany.

It came from that way.

There's no one here.

I can see that.

(door opens)

(low groaning)

Heather:
Okay, just stay together.

- He can't hurt us
if we're together.
- Are you sure?

- Uh, I think so.
- Rob: (lowered)
I can hurt you.

And I promise,
this will hurt.

Rob:
(lowered) Pathetic.

(groans)

Heather: Gabe!

(grunting)

Gabe!

This isn't happening.

Camilla: Heather.

How could you have
lied to me like that?

I...

Camilla:
I mean, what kind of
bitch friend are you?

Everyone is dead
because of you.

Or soon will be.

You know what, Heather?

You really do deserve to die.

This is all your fault.

You should've
just told me the truth,

then none of this
would've happened.

No one would've died.

You're right.

And I am sorry.

But there's just
one little problem.

You're not Camilla.

(growling)

Come on!

Damn it!

(snarling)

(roars)

Heather.

(roars)

(shrieking)

Heather! Heather!

Heather!

Heather.

Heather!

Heather.

Are you you?
Like you you?

- Yeah, it's me.
- Okay.

What-what happened in fourth
grade in Miss Miller's class?

Really embarrassing.

Are you talking
about the time you
barfed all over her?

That was so gross.

It's... it's over.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Are you?
- I thought I died.

I saw white light.

That was the flashlight
pointed at your face.

- Gabe: But seriously, though...
- Yeah?

I mean this in, like,
the nicest way possible...

- Okay.
- Please don't invite me

to anymore parties,
like, ever. (chuckles)

(Heather chuckles)
Deal.

(both laugh)

(music playing)