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- God, why won't it stop? - Just give it a second, will you?

Where were you? You should have been home by six.

I told you guys I was doing homework with Amy tonight.

What happened there? Did you hurt yourself?

Amy's, uh, cat scratched me. It's fine.

- It's no big deal. - Why weren't you answering my calls?

Look I'm sorry, I just...

I think it's an EF5.

It's not a tornado, baby.

- It might be an EF5. - What the hell is an EF5?

It's like when two tornadoes come together,

and they form one giant tornado.

- It rips everything in its path. - God, is that true?

No, it's just a thunderstorm. Everything's gonna be okay.

Jesus, that was loud.

It was a little loud.

Sounded like a gunshot.

Maybe it's an EF6. Wait.

Is there even such a thing as EF6?

Baby, there's not gonna be a tornado.

It's just a thunderstorm, and it's going to pass.

Most things come to an end, don't they?

Mom, I think something might be wrong.

Like with the storm, something bad might be happening.

No, it'll pass.

Who wants to play The Great Hotel Escape?

- You can never read the cards when we play that. - I can read!

- Guys... - Mom, tell her I can read.

Mel, your brother can read.

See! I told you.

- Mom, did you see what Mel...! - Enough!

- Who's that? - Nobody.

Right.

Who wants to play Goths and Vandals?

- Not The Great Hotel Escape? - Not right now, baby.

Look we just pull out the Goths and Vandals game.

I bet you by the time we get through the first round,

the storm will've passed.

Unless the tornado picks up our house

- and carries it away or something. - Shut up!

That only happened in The Wizard of Oz.

It could happen here too.

God, you're so dumb.

What did I tell you about talking to your brother like that?

Sorry.

Are you?

- Who's calling? - It's just nobody.

- Yeah, who's calling? - Nobody!

Huh!

You really think this bathroom is gonna protect us

from a big, old tornado that swoops in and...

You really think it's gonna make any difference at all?

Well if you don't wanna be in here with us,

- you know where the door is. - Oh! Now I have a choice.

What is going on?

Shh. It's okay. It's okay.

Why did the lights go out?

You guys, it's a thunderstorm,

Lightning probably hit a transformer or something.

Stop freaking out for no reason.

It's a tornado! It's a tornado! It's a tornado!

...Bobby?

Did lightning hit the house?!

- What the hell was that? Oh, God, what was that? - Jesus Christ.

I don't know. I don't know.

Dad no! Don't go.

Just get the light, okay?

What the fuck?

- What's wrong? - It won't open.

What do you mean it won't open?

I mean it won't fucking open!

Melissa, give me your phone.

- No. What? Why? - Just give me the goddamn phone.

Oh, what the fuck?

God damn it!

- What is it? - A tree.

- A what? - I think a fucking tree

- is blocking the door. - Oh, God.

What tree? You can't move it?

Does it look like I can move it? Fuck!

Maybe it's a tree from the backyard.

- What? - Where we buried Spot.

- What?! - Ugh!

God damn it, Mel.

- Is Spot dead? - Let's talk about this in a minute, okay?

- But Spot ran away! - Spot ran away!

God damn it.

- Jesus Christ. - Where's my phone?

- Calm down. - Dad, where's my phone?

- I dropped it. - Ugh!

Would you stop being hysterical? It's a storm.

Amy is fine. Jesus Christ.

It's not the end of the goddamn world.

Mel! Shut the door!

Close the door!

- Are we stuck? - I don't know. The roof is gone.

Oh, my God. Come here.

What are we gonna do?

We have to do something, don't we?

Don't we?

Guys!

I guess we wait.

Amy...

Hey, I was waiting for you to stop,

back by the bleachers?

Oh, sorry, I didn't see you.

But you saw something else, didn't you?

- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... - Didn't mean to what?

Stare?

Maybe I wanted you to.

What happened?

I used to be a cutter.

Why?

Because I used to be dead.

How bad is it? The tree?

You think the insurance will cover it?

I don't know.

You gonna try your phone again?

Wait, Dad, can I use your phone? To call Amy.

Something's wrong with it. Try yours.

Oh, I can't.

- You can't? - Yeah, I can't. It's dead.

Oh, God damn it.

Fucking piece of shit.

- Uh... - What?

Well, I'm trying to check the news,

but this fucking thing isn't working.

Okay, well... Do you want me to have a look at it?

No, I don't want you to have a look at it.

Okay. I was just asking.

Dad, can I please try your phone?

I have to pee.

I can't go with you guys here.

I don't know what to tell you, Mel.

I can still hear you pee, sis.

Oh, my God, Bobby, Jesus!

Wow, it was really an EF5.

Yeah. It might have been.

You guys think it's over now?

Do you think people died?

No, baby, nobody died.

It's very possible.

Seriously?

Hey, you guys! I see a snake!

- What?! Bobby get away from there. - Where?

Over there, where the dressers all smashed.

I don't see anything.

I think it's a rattlesnake.

What do you know about rattlesnakes?

It's right there.

Bobby, there's no snake.

Bobby, get inside and shut the door.

Thank you.

I saw a rattlesnake on YouTube once.

It was eating an alligator.

What?

No rattlesnake's ever eaten an alligator.

It was a baby alligator.

Oh, well it was a baby alligator, sure.

Of course, that makes perfect sense.

You should have mentioned that before.

The only snakes that I ever met in my life eat mice

and other shit.

- Don't look at me like that. - Can't believe you dropped it.

It was an accident.

Well, how are we supposed to get out of here now?

I don't know.

Can't we just break the door down? What about the wall?

- The wall? - The wall or the door or whatever.

Can't you just bust a hole through it and crawl out?

Can we just...

- I don't... how? With what? - I don't know.

Can't you just punch through it or something?

No, I can't just punch through it.

That thing is made of solid oak.

That is tempered glass blocks. That is a rock wall.

This is tile. These walls are six feet thick.

How the fuck are we supposed to do that?

You wanna break your hand?

- Look, everyone... - Be my guest.

Everything's going to be fine. It hasn't been that long.

Someone will come.

Jesus Christ, Pollyanna.

What if it wasn't just a storm, Mom?

Is there anybody out there?

- We need that. - Need what?

We need it to stay hydrated.

But I'm not finished with it yet.

Well, can you be?

Here, baby.

- I washed it out, don't worry. - But Mom...

Just drink the water, Bobby! Just drink it!

What, I don't get any now?

Relax, I'm just fucking around.

What's the matter? You can't take a joke any more?

Hey, why don't you just chill out?

Hey, I'm just messing around.

Don't overreact every time I say...

Listen, God damn it.

We have enough shit piling up here

- without your weight added to it. - What are you talking about?

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

So don't try acting innocently all of a sudden.

- Dee... - Look, you wanna fight? Fine.

Save it for when this is all over because right now,

nobody wants to hear it.

Whoa.

No. You have a six?

Yeah. Here.

Mom, I'm hungry.

Yeah, me too.

I'm so sorry.

I wish we'd brought some goldfish crackers with us or something.

Ugh! Goldfish crackers are disgusting.

Hmm. More for me then.

I want some eggs. I want a thousand eggs. With cheese.

- Gross, only old people like eggs, Bobby. - No, they don't.

Mom, tell sis all types of people like eggs.

Melissa, all types of people like eggs.

Nuh-uh. Only old people.

And you know what that makes you, Bobby?

- Don't say it... - You know what that makes you?

Mom, tell sis not to say it.

- Melissa, don't say it. - Okay, okay.

It makes you a tiny, old man.

Mom!

Calm down. It's okay.

- A tiny, old man. - Stupid asshole.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fucking piece of shit!

Stupid fucking battery!

You fucking useless asshole technology!

You fucking cunt! Fuck you!

You motherfucker! Die, you fucking bitch!

You stupid cunt! Fuck you!

Fuck you in your ass!

Why hasn't anybody come yet?

I don't know.

Not a tornado.

Something else.

You mean...?

I think...

I think...

It doesn't make any sense.

What doesn't make any sense?

We have neighbors. Someone would've come.

Seen the tree.

Why haven't they, Daddy?

They're all dead.

Why would you say that?

Or they've already been evacuated.

Either way, it doesn't bode too well for any of us.

I used to be dead.

Most people are. They just don't realize it.

What do you mean?

They said I was crazy. That I did it for attention.

You ever heard of Cotard delusion?

No, I don't think so.

Walking corpse syndrome.

It's like a mental illness, I guess.

People become convinced that they're actually really dead.

Is that why you used to cut yourself?

If I could still bleed, then maybe I could remind myself that it wasn't real,

that I was still alive.

Did you want to be?

When you would cut yourself, what were you hoping to see?

Mel, that's starting to look infected.

It's fine.

I'm gonna put something on it, okay?

Mom, Dad, I'm hungry.

Okay, I don't know what to say about that.

I want an omelet with ham and cheese.

But Sissy doesn't get any cheese, you hear that, sis?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. What, what, what, what?

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!

Bobby, you stay there.

- What the f... - Oh, Jesus. What?

- Bobby, get in the tub! - Oh, my God!

- Okay, okay. Stay there. Stay there. - Oh, my God.

Shit!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!

Okay. Okay, I'm coming to you. Hold on.

- Oh, my God. - Robert...

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

- Oh, my God. What the fuck? - What do I do? What do I do?

Just don't move.

Jesus!

- Oh, my God! - Christ!

- Did it bite you? - No, I don't think so.

Okay.

Dad be careful.

Oh, shit. Robert, are you okay?

Mel, throw me that plunger.

Mel, careful.

Shit, I'm sorry. Fuck.

- Jesus, Jesus. - Shit, shit, shit.

Okay. Okay.

It's gonna bite you!

- Dad, it's gonna bite you. - What are you doing?

- Oh, my God! - Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Be careful. Stop, it's gonna aggravate it.

Oh, my God!

- Robert! - Dad, stop!

- Go away! - Robert!

Fuck...

Fuck you, snake!

- Is it gone? - I'll fucking eat your whole fucking family.

Yeah!

Wait a minute...

Should we have eaten it?

- Gross. No. - Snakes with extra cheese! Cheese with extra snakes!

I don't know how to eat a snake, do you?

Yeah, you just pick it up

and bite the head off, like Ozzy.

Wasn't that a bat?

Snakes are just bats that can't fly.

What the fuck?

Tell me again.

Tell you what, baby?

You know what. Please?

Okay. Where do you want me to start?

Tell me about how big and fat you were, Mom.

Hey.

It looked like I was smuggling

a big, gigantic watermelon underneath my shirt,

but all that was under there was you.

I was saying, "Patience, baby. I need you to have patience."

Because you weren't at the hospital yet.

You were at a Walmart.

That's right.

You and Sissy. But Sissy was my age.

No, Sissy was a little bit younger, but yes,

Sissy was... was there with us.

What were you buying?

A pizza, because?

You were tired of cooking all the time.

Oh. Yes, that's right.

I was nine months pregnant, and I was exhausted.

Where was Dad?

I don't remember.

Dad, where were you when I was born?

He was drunk at a bowling alley.

No, don't.

Mommy, I'm tired.

Just close your eyes baby.

I'm tired, Mommy, I'm tired.

Yeah... I'm tired too.

- What is it? - Shh...

- I think it's a dog. - A dog?

- Wait. - Oh, my God.

- Bobby! - Bobby! God damn it!

No, don't!

He's licking my hand, you guys.

Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?

You are, you are.

Wait, is that actually a dog?

Yeah, check.

Oh, my God. It's... it's actually a dog.

- Is it? - All right, well, be careful.

You don't know what kind of shit that thing has.

Do you think it's Spot? I think it's Spot.

Spot, is that you boy? It is, isn't it?

Everybody said you're buried in the backyard. But that isn't true, right?

You just ran away and now you've come to save us.

Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?

I'm a good boy!

Oh, my God! Help! Help!

Oh, my God! Help! Oh, my God! Help!

Help! Oh, my God!

Why did it talk? Why did it talk?

Let my daughter go, I'll fucking kill you!

Oh, my God, help me!

I'll kill you!

Mel!

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.

What the fuck?

Holy shit.

He comes back, I'll break his goddamn skull.

Don't most things die with their tongues ripped out?

What do I look like? Some kind of fucking doctor?

Well, we at least need to try, right?

Try what?

We haven't eaten.

Mel, you're one sick fuck.

Here.

Mom, do I have to eat the tongue, too?

Yes, baby.

Okay, we have to eat this in tiny bites

because it'll be tough to chew but easy to choke on,

so we have to be careful.

One more day in here I'd probably take a chomp

out of that creep's dick.

That's disgusting.

Yeah, dicks are for peeing, not eating, Dad.

Well, I'll try it first.

I'm the one who caught it, right?

Ah!

Oh, are you okay?

- Give me another. - You sure?

Yeah, all of you. We need to eat.

How did everything get so fucked up?

You know what happened.

You know exactly what happened.

True.

Joe.

What are you doing?

My God, get the fuck out of here!

Go, you fucking creep.

- I'm so sorry. - It's fine.

He follows me everywhere.

Yeah, what a fucking dunce.

Why couldn't he just take a fucking hint?

In retrospect, we shouldn't be surprised at what he did.

No.

You don't have to say anything.

Anything you think, I think.

How?

I don't understand what's happening.

No one's asking you to.

We had to do something to stop from talking shit, right?

We had to.

Give me a hand?

Sorry, Spot.

Ugh.

The spell should be pretty simple.

The mob does it all the time.

The mob?

It convinces people to stop talking shit about you.

Gives them a stern warning that you aren't someone

to be fucked with.

So, let's give this motherfucker a warning, shall we?

Back to you in a second.

I think his full name is Joseph.

I'm not sure it matters that much.

Sorry, it's just my mom.

This way, anything he tries to say about me will be turned against him.

- I love you... - Shh.

I love you too.

This is how we really make him suffer.

Get up.

What? Dad?

- Get up. - Why?

- Dad, why? - When I tell you to do something,

do you you do it or you question me?

I do it.

Then do it.

What are you looking at her for? I'm the one talking to you.

What's going on?

Bobby and I are gonna try something.

Try what?

- You see that? - See what?

The goddamn opening. Do you see it?

Yes.

Good. I need you to go through it.

What?

I, I can't.

You're not even gonna try?

You didn't even try.

What is it gonna hurt if you just try?

Why do you keep looking at her?

I don't know!

I'm your daddy, right?

Yes.

And you want to make your mommy and daddy happy, right?

Yes.

Then you need to help us get out of here.

You need to climb through there, squeeze through, please.

- Do not do... - Shut up!

Come on, Bobby. You can do it. I believe in you. Do it.

You're not even trying!

- But... - Come on, you can fucking do it.

Stop being a fucking baby about it,

just squeeze through there.

Come on, God damn it. Squeeze!

Come on.

- God damn it. - Dad!

You're almost there. Just do it.

Go through.

God damn it, squeeze through there!

- Dad! Stop! - God damn it!

What the fuck? He's not gonna fit!

Squeeze through!

Get the fuck off of him! Who are you?!

- What the fuck are you doing? - What the fuck are you doing?

- That's our son. - I have a plan. I'm trying to get us out of here!

- You're putting our son in the... - What are we gonna die out here!

Now he's on the fucking ground. Come over here!

Bobby? Oh, my God.

Bobby? Bobby! Bobby, it's okay!

Come on, come on. Let's get in the tub.

Let's get in the tub. It's okay.

It's okay, come on. Let's get in the tub. Guys! Guys!

In the tub, in the tub! Get in the tub.

- Guys! Fuck! - ...ain't doing nothing!

Guys, will you fucking stop? Something happened to Bobby.

I think... oh, my God, I think it was the snake.

Jesus Christ.

- Get the toilet lid. - What?

The top of the fucking toilet, get it!

Okay, ready?

Oh, God, did it get you?

- Uh-huh. - Oh, my gosh.

- Here, let me see. Bobby. - Let me see.

Stop it. Oh, gosh.

- Okay. Can you get me your tie? - What, why?

- For a tourniquet. - No, we need to suck the venom out of him.

No, I think we need to make sure the venom doesn't go to his heart.

Give me your goddamn tie.

Okay, okay, one second, one second.

Okay. Wait.

- No. No. - Bobby!

Oh, my gosh. Can you hold him?

I can't do this.

All right.

Did you get it?

Did you get it? Did you get it?

Did you get it?

I... I don't know, maybe.

You're safe in here. Baby? Baby, listen to me.

- We need water. - Okay, I'll get you water in a minute. Just hold on.

Motherfucker.

- I know, just relax, try to relax. - Motherfucker.

Motherfucker. Fucker. Motherfucker.

You fucking motherfucker.

Is Bobby gonna be okay? Mom, is Bobby gonna be okay?

Yes, he's gonna be fine! Right, Bobby?

- Gonna be fine. - Motherfucker. You fucking motherfucker!

You motherfucker. You motherfucking motherfucker!

You fucker! You motherfucking motherfucker!

You fuckers!

You motherfuckers!

You motherfuckers! Let me the fuck out of here!

I'll fucking kill you!

Open the fucking door! God damn it!

Oh, God, oh, God!

Bobby? Bobby, I'm so sorry.

Bobby, I...

I'm so sorry, this is all my fault.

What? What are you talking about? This is not your fault.

- This is all my fault. I'm so sorry. - No, no, no, no, no. Shh.

It's gonna be okay. Okay? You're gonna be okay.

Honey. It's nobody's fault. It's nobody's fault.

Okay?

Hello? Hello?

What's going on? Are you okay?

Hey, who's there?

We're over here.

We need help.

My son was bit.

My son was bit. Help!

- Do you see someone? - I don't see shit.

Hello?

Please, we need a fucking doctor.

All right, follow my voice.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

We can't.

We're stuck. You follow my voice.

Please. We... My son needs medical attention.

Okay, okay, hold on.

I think I see you. Hold on.

Hold on, I have to... No...

What's that... what?

Oh, God...

Oh, God! No!

Do you see anything?

No, I don't see anything.

But I think we should keep the door closed for a little while.

But what about Bobby?

Shut the fuck up!

- I think we should ta... - Shut the fuck up, all of you!

Okay, I think we can talk again.

But we should still watch our volumes, just in case.

In case of what?

What did you see out there?

I don't know.

Did someone really shoot that guy?

Maybe he was shooting something.

Something?

I don't know.

Bobby needs help.

We all need help.

He needs a doctor, Robert.

You think I don't know that?

Can that bite kill him?

I think I sucked everything out. I don't... I don't know.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened?

I'm scared.

Me too, sweetheart.

What should we do?

Guys, what should we do?

Mel, why the fuck do you keep asking us what should we do?!

We know exactly what you know.

Which is fucking nothing, okay? Okay?

Yeah.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I don't know what we're gonna do.

I don't know what happened out there.

I don't know who shot who. I don't know why they shot him.

I don't know if we're ever gonna get out of this bathroom to find out.

I don't even know if I wanna find out.

I don't know if Bobby's gonna be okay.

I don't know goddamn much about anything right now.

We killed him.

I know. We fucked up.

We?

We're in this together, aren't we?

Yeah, we're in this together.

Thank you for not abandoning me.

Hey, I would never, okay?

It was a necromancy spell.

- That we used on Joe? - No, Melly, not Joe. Me, I used it on myself.

I told you I was dead, or at least I thought I was dead.

How?

It's complicated, and getting into the details now,

it's not important. Right?

The point is this, that specific kind of spell

is supposed to bring back people from the dead.

And something inside of me was dead.

So it only makes sense theoretically

that it could... would work.

Did it?

I, I thought I was better, that I was healed.

Well, are you?

I haven't felt right in the past couple of days.

And I thought maybe it was all the deepfake porno bullshit Joe pulled on me.

But now I suspect it's something else.

Something a little more evil.

Amy, you're not making any sense.

What if it wasn't me who was dead all this time?

What if something was inside me and that's what was dead?

And when I performed the spell, it woke up?

- Amy, I... - It's just been waiting for the perfect moment

to announce its arrival.

- I don't think... - It has to be why the tongue spell went so wrong.

I mean, I know we substituted a dog's tongue for a cow's,

but still, I mean, holy shit, what happened shouldn't have happened.

Unless the person who conducted the ritual had something hiding inside of them.

Something beyond human. Something...

Something what?

Something diabolical.

Why hasn't he checked on you yet?

- Why hasn't who... - Dee. Don't play deaf.

I know you hear me. Don't you think he's worried?

I really don't think now is the best time to talk about this.

I'm not trying to be an asshole, God damn it.

I'm just saying we need to get out of here

or we're fucked.

Especially now.

Who are you guys talking about?

It's okay, baby. It's okay. I know.

Well?

I told him if he didn't...

...he didn't hear from me by midnight,

then something might have happened.

Something like what?

We really shouldn't get into this.

Oh, I'm sorry, is this a bad time?

I didn't know how you'd react. I was scared.

Scared of what?

Of you.

What'd you think I'd do? Hurt you?

- Maybe. - Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. Have I ever hurt you?

Stop ignoring me.

What the fuck are you guys talking about?

I gave you chances, plenty of chances.

I gave you years and years of chances.

Years? You wanna talk about years?

I'll talk to you about fucking years.

Talk about years all fucking day long.

You think you're ever getting out of here?

You think any of us is ever gonna walk

- out of this door again? - That's enough!

You're the most...!

You're the most delusional bitch I've ever met in my entire life!

- Mom... - Please stop fighting. Please stop fighting.

You're scaring the kids again, dear.

Mommy.

It hurts, everything burns.

Everything burns.

His heartbeat...

Bobby, you gotta calm the fuck down.

You gotta calm the fuck down right now.

- Okay, that isn't helping. - What the fuck do you want me to do?

I don't know. Just not that.

Okay, baby. Okay, baby, it's okay.

I want you to take nice, deep breaths, okay?

Okay, do it with me.

Deep breath.

Nice and easy. Nice and easy.

That's good. That's good.

That's good. That's good.

Mom, tell me again.

Tell you what, baby?

You know, please.

We were trying to buy a frozen pizza,

and you decided you had been in my belly long enough.

Your big, fat belly.

Like a watermelon.

And I...

I couldn't walk anymore and I was just...

It hurt so badly and you were kicking me so hard.

Did they call an ambulance?

They sure did.

And while we were waiting for the ambulance,

Sissy sat down next to me and held my hand.

And she looked at me and she said,

"Everything's gonna be okay.

You just have to be brave and wait little bit longer.

Nothing bad is gonna happen. And everything will work out."

And you know what, baby? She was right.

She helped me be brave and strong.

And we waited for the ambulance to come.

And when they came, they pulled you out of me.

Right there, on the frozen food section floor.

And that's why I know you're gonna be okay.

And Sissy's gonna be okay.

And everything's gonna be okay and someone's gonna come.

Someone's gonna come and move that tree and open that door.

And everyone will be waiting outside.

And life will be better.

And everything will be okay.

You just have to hold on a little bit longer, okay, baby?

Just have to hold on a little bit longer. Okay?

Just trust...

I'm so sorry.

No! Baby!

My baby boy, come on!

No, we just have to wait a little longer! Please.

Where did you get this?

Some secrets aren't meant to be revealed.

Now me.

Make me bleed.

You can't fix the inevitable.

Fuck.

God, why won't it stop?

Wait, where's, where's Bobby?

Where he's always been, baby.

Mom, my stomach hurts.

Why weren't you answering my calls?

I... I don't feel good. I think... I think there's something inside me.

We're all gonna die because of you.

- What? - You didn't know your own daughter was a witch?

Some fucking mother you are.

- Is that true, Mel? - Please, help me.

Don't. It's a trap.

One of her witch traps.

You try to help her and she'll curse you.

No, something is wrong.

Just give me a second, will you?

Where am I?

Where do you think?

Oh, God.

Jesus Christ.

Fuck, what's wrong with me?

After what happened, you... you drank this, all of it.

And you couldn't even leave any for me, could you?

After... After what happened?

This is all my fault.

What?

All of this is because of me.

- No, it's not... - No, no, just listen. You're not listening.

Last night... Fuck, not last night.

The night all of this started,

Amy and I...

We did something bad.

I don't understand.

Amy was sick, okay? Like, really, truly sick. We...

We thought that there was something inside her.

Maybe something... something bad, like a...

Like a demon or spirit.

Mel, what the fuck are you babbling about?

A boy at school died.

It was because of us.

We did a spell,

something to just make him stop spreading rumors,

making up lies.

He was never supposed to die.

But something went wrong.

That night, he choked on his tongue while he was sleeping.

It's impossible to choke on your own tongue.

Well, it happened.

And who knows what would have kept happening

if we hadn't put a stop to it.

What do you mean?

- Put an end to... - An end to the thing possessing Amy.

A demon?

Well, we, we didn't know what it was.

Just that it was bad.

- What did you do? - We tried to kill it.

We did a spell, something we found online.

Online?

I think...

I think that everything that's been happening

is because of a spell we did.

I think we messed up really bad.

If that's true, what you just said,

why didn't you say anything before?

- I was afraid. - Ah, brave enough to destroy the world

but too chicken shit to own up to it, is that it?

What?

I want you to look in that tub.

I want you to look at your dead brother.

Do you smell that?

That's his corpse.

Decomposing, rotting.

And all because of you and your voodoo bitch girlfriend!

I hope your fun little time on the internet was worth murdering your family.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Speak that way to my daughter again and I'll slit your fucking throat.

I look forward to the day.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

We need to eat him.

Leave him alone.

It's our only choice.

Like hell it is.

We have to.

What are you doing?

I can't fucking see anything!

I think I'm blind. Jesus Christ.

You have been sucking alcohol wipes non-stop.

- No wonder you're fucking blind. - We need to find something to cut the flesh.

Don't you fucking touch him!

Stop acting hysterical!

Now none of you fucking witches better try and stop me.

We gotta eat.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that?!

What is that? What in the hell is that?

Oh, shit.

I think I got it.

Yes?

Of course.

Yes.

No.

I understand.

Yes.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck, Robert?

It makes sense, doesn't it?

She's the one who started it.

So she's the only one who can end it.

What? Was that Amy?

End this nightmare, you witch.

Witch!

Witch, witch!

Kill the witch, kill the witch!

Kill the witch!

Get away! Leave her alone!

Kill the witch. Kill the witch!

- Kill the witch! - Leave her alone! Leave her alone!

Kill the witch!

Kill the witch!

Have we always been here?

What?

There's nothing outside the door.

There's nothing...

Nothing.

Nothing.

Okay...

Okay, okay...

I'm gonna go out and see, I'm just gonna...

I'm just gonna see. I'll be back.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Amy!

I used to cut myself.

- Melissa! - Mom?

Mom... I saw Amy.

- I know. I know. - I saw Amy.

I know. I know.

I know.

Mom, what's outside?

Mom, what's outside?

It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay.

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