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- After you.

- Sorry, I just wanna knock on the door.

- I can see that.

- Do you like my mask?

- Sarah!

- I mean trick or treat.

Is that a new mask?

- Yes, I made it myself.

- Very nice!

How many houses have you guys hit so far?

- Just a couple of blocks.

But her bag is half full.

- We haven't even ventured out yet.

- Your son's costume is so cute.

- I know.

He hates it though.

- Come on, Mom, I wanna show off my mask.

- Maybe he'll change his mind

when he sees how much candy he can get.

- I know, right?

I see a lot of sugar tantrums in our future.

- Come on, Mom.

I wanna show off my mask.

- Speaking of tantrums, Sarah don't be rude.

- Sorry Momma, I'm just excited.

- You go ahead.

I'll be right behind you.

- 'Kay, Momma.

- I don't wanna keep you.

- Don't worry about it.

She's just a little too tenacious for her own good.

- Oh, no problem.

My son's like that.

Only not as polite.

Where are ya taking me, Jeff?

I can't believe anyone stays here.

What kinda cabin is this?

- Rustic.

- Rustic?

- Well that's what the brochure said.

It said come stay in our rustic cabin.

- You've taken us back in time.

Nobody lives like this anymore, Jeff.

- Yeah.

When it said no modern amenities,

I thought that just meant no television.

- There.

It's only a moment until I can figure a way outta this.

Rocking chairs.

I almost expected a couple of stumps.

Somebody has a sense of humor about this place.

It's only for a week.

- Hell it is.

All right, we'll make the best of this.

Where's my stash?

- I only asked you to remember to pack one thing.

Ugh!

- I know.

- Oh yuck.

I hate filth.

- I know.

Mary, I'm sorry.

I meant to grab your candy,

it was sitting right on the counter on my way out.

- Then why didn't you grab it?

- My hands were full.

And I meant to go back in and get it,

but then I got distracted loading the car.

You remember we had to unload everything

and repack it so that we could make it all fit?

- I didn't wanna come here.

You made me.

- I just thought getting away for a week would be fun.

- Fun?

What am I supposed to do without candy for a week?

You know how cranky I get.

- Oh I know.

- It's Halloween.

What?

- Trick or treat.

Come and see the mask I made.

- Jeff!

- I may have an idea.

- Trick or treat.

How do you like my mask?

- Thank you.

- Hey!

Not funny.

Can I have my candy back, please?

- Here you go.

- Where's my doll?

- She must have been at the end of the route.

It was so-- - I'm not sharing with you.

Yours is back at the house.

- Tell her you to hid the candy in here.

- Hello?

Can I have my candy back, please?

Hi, my name is Sarah.

I would like my candy back, please.

- What a tenacious little girl.

I don't know what you're talking about, Sarah.

- The man that answered your door took my candy.

- What man?

There's no one else here.

Look around.

Who would be mad enough to stay in this hell

if they weren't forced to?

- I don't like closets and I think there's someone in yours.

- I don't have your candy.

Either find it or leave.

I found it.

- Where?

- I don't know how it got there,

but there's a bag in the back of the closet.

Go on in if you want your candy.

No!

- Either ya look in there or you go away.

- No, there's something in there.

There's something in there.

- Yes, you.

You can't have my candy.

- Mister, let me out.

Please let me out.

I don't wanna be in here.

Please.

You can have the candy.

I don't wanna be in here.

You can have the candy.

Wait!

Wait!

Where am I, Mary?

- Where is she?

- Who?

Oh.

Oh.

I saw a light upstairs in the bedroom earlier.

Perhaps she's up there.

Did you have another nightmare?

- I don't know.

It's never restful like sleep.

I'd say it was a nightmare,

but I never remember the details of the dream.

She's made another mask.

- Where?

- There.

- I don't like it.

They're getting creepier.

- How do ya think I feel?

She put it on the wall closer to me.

- The first one she made wasn't bad.

It was more alien-like with tribal markings.

- The second one was a little creepier.

It looks like a fish.

Nothing scares me as much as what's been underneath them.

- I've seen her without a mask once.

She-- - Don't tell me.

I don't wanna know.

She's made yet another one.

- You don't even wanna know

what she did to your beautiful doll

that you brought with you.

- My doll?

My mother gave that to me.

She hates me, you know.

- Your mother doesn't hate you.

- Not my mother!

Sarah!

Didn't I tell you she tried to drag me

into the closet the other day.

- What?

When?

Where was I?

I don't know, gone, like always.

- Gone?

Gone where?

Where could I go?

- I don't know, Jeff.

But I have told you time and time again

not to leave me alone with her.

- My memory is getting worse.

I can't even remember what we were doing when you dozed off.

What does the book say?

- Theories mostly.

Nothing concrete that'll help us with our current situation.

It almost seems to be vague on purpose.

- Too much metaphor and not enough facts?

Nothing that can explain to us

why she keeps making these masks?

- No!

Oh, only how our subconscious helps make these masks.

How the colors we see inspire moods

and how we obey and listen to our inner voice.

Nothing that tells us why she's so angry with us

or what she's trying to tell us.

- I find it really strange,

I've never even spoken to her.

At least not that I can recall.

- Well I think she's made it quite clear

that she doesn't wanna speak to me.

- I think I found her.

- You play with her.

Keep her occupied.

- Why?

- While I go clean up.

She torments me, Jeff.

She likes you.

Distract her.

I feel like I haven't showered in two weeks.

- Okay, okay.

- Just-- - I'll be careful.

- Just don't eat my candy.

Why is she crying?

This is my house.

Why is she crying?

It's your fault, Jeff.

It's your fault, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Play with me, Jeff.

Play with me, Jeff.

Come a little closer.

Play with me, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Play with me, Jeff.

Closer still, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Come a little closer.

Play with me, Jeff.

Play with me, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Play with me, Jeff.

Come a little closer.

Come a little closer.

Come a little closer.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff. Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

Pick up the ball, Jeff.

- What were you thinking?

- I don't know.

There's holes in my memory.

- What?

You don't remember what just happened?

- No.

Parts of it.

It was like a dream.

One minute I was right here.

And I found a book in the bottom of this chest.

I remember the closet door opening.

But then all of a sudden

I was being dragged out of it by you.

I was conscious of my actions

up until the point where I found the book.

And then-- - Then what?

- And then I feel like my will was no longer my own.

- Whose was it then?

No!

What book?

- It's called "The Girl In the Picture Frame".

- Have you read any of it?

- It's just filled with photos of people crying.

There's children crying, there's elderly people crying.

I even saw a photo of people crying in church.

And the only photo in there that I recognize

is the one on the very first page.

- It's the entertainment center.

And everything that's on it.

Baby carriage

The clock.

Even the lamp.

Everything but-- - The dollhouse.

That was Sarah's house.

- How do you know that?

- I don't know.

- What do ya mean?

It doesn't make any sense.

What in this book made you wanna crawl into that closet?

- I don't know.

I can't remember.

I only know it happened because you tell me it did.

- You remember the pages of the book but not the closet?

Dinner's ready.

- See, this is what I'm talking about.

I don't even remember you making dinner.

And how?

We have no working stove.

- Of course I made dinner.

- Are you sure?

- How else would it have gotten here?

Doesn't matter anyway.

What doesn't matter?

- Can't taste it.

The food, the candy, nothing.

I have this insatiable sweet tooth and I can't satisfy it.

I said I can't taste anything, Jeff!

It doesn't matter.

You're not listening.

Where is she?

- I don't see her.

Do you think she'll be joining us for dinner?

- She hasn't before.

Mary.

- She's made another mask.

- They're getting more-- - Demonic.

Let's eat.

- Don't worry, Mary.

I haven't had an appetite for a while now either.

- Another piece of the puzzle.

- I don't like this puzzle.

- This one's mostly poems.

Oh not the inspirational kind.

These are dark and full of despair.

I think the author musta stayed here

because he talks about things in the cabin.

Let me read one of them to you.

This for example, this is what I'm talking about.

Through the shroud of death I walk.

Through the shroud of death I walk.

A sense of deja vu washes over me.

I've been here before.

But like my sins, not immediately known to me,

along with the familiar now some things are new.

The masks we've hidden behind

are on display for our review.

The faces of those we've most wronged

are immortalized and hung for us to see.

The things we've taken away from them now belong to me.

The skeletons in our closets take shape

and lurk in the dark,

waiting for us to drop our guard,

being the most obvious of marks.

The clock ticks away where time is irrelevant.

You have an eternity to figure this out.

Your new covenant

The devil, that whisper in your ear,

is not the only thing you have to fear.

For he takes matters into his own hands.

Only he knows where his trident lands.

His aim is as precise as he is misleading.

Dragging you away kicking and screaming.

Your tears all for naught

as he takes you to your lot.

The devil will give you no audience to hear you talk.

Through the shroud of death I walk.

That's not the creepiest part.

The poet's names are Jeff and Mary.

I said the poets names are...

Jeff?

Where are you?

Where are ya, Jeff?

Come find me, Mary.

Where am I, Mary?

- Damn it, Jeff.

It's time to play hide and seek, Mary.

What are you looking for?

I'm over here.

- Sarah?

Sarah, is that my doll?

Play with me, Mary.

- Play?

Play with you, Sarah?

You don't play with me.

You hurt and terrorize me.

Where am I hiding?

- Hiding?

I can see you right in front of me.

Come find me.

Where am I, Mary?

- Tell her you hid the candy in here.

Jeff.

Where are you Jeff?

Where am I, Mary?

- I don't know!

Come find me.

Where am I, Mary?

- I don't know!

I don't know!

Come find me.

Where am I hiding?

Play with me, Mary.

Come find me.

What are you looking for?

I'm over here.

Come find me, Mary.

Come find me, Mary.

Where am I, Mary?

- I don't know!

Where am I?

- I don't know!

Where am I, Mary?

- Let it go!

Where am I, Mary?

Where am I, Mary?

Where am I, Mary?

Where am I, where am I, where am I, Mary?

Where am I, Mary?

- I don't know!

Where am I, Mary, where am I, Mary?

- I don't know. - Where am I, Mary?

Where am I, Mary?

Where am I, Mary?

Where am I, Mary? - I don't...

Jeff?

Jeff?

Oh Mary, what have you done?

- What you done with my candy?

- What candy?

- Jeff?

Jeff.

I'm so sorry.

Hun, hun, are you okay?

Are you okay?

I'm sorry.

What have I done?

Oh Jeff.

What have I done?

Mary no!

No!

Mary!

Help!

- Listen to me.

Let go.

You have to let go.

It hurts, Sarah.

Ow, ow, Sarah please.

Please, you don't have to do this, Sarah.

Sarah, Sarah listen.

Oh, my hair.

Oh lord, ow.

Oh it really hurts.

Let go.

Sarah, let go.

Let go of me.

Mary

Where is she?