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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)