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[suspenseful music]

♪

- Chloe, take one. A and B.

Common mark. - Oh.

Thanks for meeting me here.

This job sucks.

But it's the only thing I can get

after what happened.

- You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to.

- [sighs] Everybody thinks I'm either

delusional or a liar.

[horn honking] - Hey, crazy bitch!

- You were the only one that escaped.

- I should go. I should go.

I'm sorry for wasting everybody's time.

- No one believed me.

They all looked at me the same way.

My friends. My family.

Strangers. - What happened to you?

- [sighs] The police report

says "animal attack," but it wasn't an animal.

- A person did that to you?

- I didn't say that.

♪

- There are two stories I tell--

the one that I remember happening

and the one that helps me sleep at night.

Which do you want to hear?

- The one that's the truth.

- Sometimes, it's hard to believe the impossible.

Even if you've seen it with your own eyes.

[eerie music]

[floorboard creaking]

♪

- Hi, Lil.

Whoa, whoa. [laughs]

What is this about?

- I missed you.

- Well, I saw you yesterday.

- Do you want some tea?

- No.

Actually, I came 'cause I wanted to let you know

that I'm gonna be gone for a few days,

so you're not gonna see me.

[horn honking] - Come on!

- It's fall break. All right?

So me and a couple of friends, we rented a house,

and we're gonna go-- no, ow!

[grunting]

You're not well, Lil!

- You never want to hang out with me!

- That's not true. Look at me, okay?

As soon as I get back, we'll spend a whole day together.

- Longer!

- Okay. Fine. Yeah.

[horn honking]

- Griffin!

Come on. Take forever, man.

- Hurry up.

- I'm coming. Relax.

- Come on! [honks horn]

- What happened to your hand?

- Lily.

She's not getting any better.

- Just don't think about it.

It's fall break.

I brought "Twister."

- What are you, 12? - The box said ages 6 and up.

- Oh, Jamie, that means you can't play.

- Oh, you're so funny.

- So, tell us about this house.

- So, I booked it last night,

but since everyone and their dogs

are trying to get out of town this weekend,

it was kind of limited house-wise.

- What do you mean?

♪

- It's charming.

- It's creepy.

- It's perfect.

♪

- So, you gonna finally go for Chloe?

- No, she's not into me.

- Griffin, come on! You have to see this!

- Sounds like it's your cue.

- Okay, I got it.

♪

- I'm just saying, man.

Strawberries aren't really my favorite.

- Grandma, I'm home! - Shut up.

- I'm-I'm joking. It's--this is perfect.

- How many rooms?

- There's two. - Oh, nice.

That's one for me and the missus

and one for...

- And-And I'm gonna sleep on the couch.

Or, yeah.

- That's really sweet of you. - Yeah.

That's really sweet of you, man. - Thanks.

- I'm gonna go check out the room.

- Cool. Cool.

- You're a little bitch, is what you are.

- [in mocking tone] Oh, is that what I am?

- Well, we should go check out the rooms, right?

Yeah?

Super nice guy.

- Yeah. So are you.

You're a little bitch.

- What's that? - It's a dope sitch.

It's--this is a dope situation. - Seriously.

- [exhales noisily]

♪

[wind howling]

- Kay.

You guys smell peanut butter and jelly?

♪

- Mm.

- Jamie, are you really-- are you drinking more?

- Yeah. - I just want to remind you.

You're the biggest lightweight of us all.

- Can we just get this party started?

[upbeat dance music]

♪

- Right hand, blue.

- Are you--oh, God. - Blue?

- Oh, watch your hand! - I'm sorry.

- God. - It's on there.

- I can't-- - [grunting]

Oh, my God. - Good luck.

- Watch your hand. - Oh, this is called tactics.

- I'm gonna--

all: Oh!

- That was my bad.

- All right. - You lose.

- Okay. I am sick of this game.

I'm gonna take a piss.

- Next.

♪

- Right hand, red.

- Let's do this. - Okay.

[blood-curdling scream]

- What the hell was that?

- A bird?

- A giant freaking bird.

- Okay, it's fine.

Relax. It's done now.

[banging]

- What the--

Jamie, I'm gonna freaking kill you.

- Go easy on-- he's stupid, okay?

- Jamie?

- Are you sure you're gonna be good to sleep here tonight?

- Yeah. I'm chilling.

I'm good.

- Do you have any regrets?

- What do you mean?

- Well, we're seniors.

And it's our last fall break.

Do you have any regrets? Something you never said?

Something you never did?

- Yeah, sure.

I'm sure there is, but--

- This place is an epic fail, isn't it?

- No, no. This place is awesome.

I mean, it is super creepy, but it's--

I think it's perfect.

[eerie music]

♪

- Jamie, what are you doing?

Jamie?

You fall in?

- Why did we never get together?

[romantic music]

- [stammering] You and me?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

- Do you like me?

I like you.

Did I-- was that--

that was really awkward, wasn't it?

- No, no.

I do. I like you.

A lot. - Really?

- Yeah, I mean, you're, like, my favorite person in the world.

[Brittany screaming]

- Brittany?

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Britt. What's wrong?

[gasps] - Oh!

- We need to get help.

- Britt. Britt, we got to go.

- After we found Jamie, we ran to get help.

Whatever was happening in the house wasn't natural.

We went to the front door, and it was locked.

It wouldn't open.

- It's locked.

Brittany, go check the back door.

♪

- It's locked. - I don't have any signal.

Chloe, give me your phone.

No signal. Brittany, check your phone.

- I don't.

- This doesn't make any sense.

Brittany, what happened up there?

- I...

I walked into the bathroom, and there was...

- There's no one in the house except for us, Brittany.

What happened? - How am I supposed to know?

She's the one who booked this freaking weird house.

- You're gonna blame that on the house?

- Are you saying I did it?

- Jamie was all twisted up. How was she supposed to do that?

- I don't know. We need to get out of here.

- [gasps, screams]

both: Brittany!

- Come on.

- Britt?

This is plastic.

- Wait.

- [screams]

♪

We need to leave.

- It's coming from upstairs. Come on.

- No. We can't.

- We can't run, and we can't hide, okay?

So whatever it is, we have to fix it.

Come on.

♪

- Don't!

- We're gonna get out of here.

Whoever you are that's doing this...

♪

Please just tell us how we can help you.

[blood-curdling scream]

- Griffin! Griffin!

- Chloe!

Chloe, no! Please!

- Griffin! - Please don't hurt her!

I'll do anything! Please, no!

- Griffin! Griffin!

- Are you okay? - Griffin...

Okay. Stay here.

- No. No. Please don't leave me here.

- You just stay here. I'm gonna come back for you.

All right?

It's safer that way.

- Griffin...

♪

[whispering] Griffin...

♪

You'll be with me forever now.

- Hey, Pumpkin. It's time for lunch.

That looks just like your brother.

- It is Griffin, Mommy.

- You've always had quite the imagination.

♪

- Griffin?

Griffin!

The imagination's a powerful thing.

You can get lost in it.

But that's not an explanation, right?

The police, the families-- they all want closure.

I can't give it to them.

I can only give them the truth,

and they all hate me for it.

- Why did she let you go?

- Griffin.

- Chloe!

Five minutes means five minutes.

- I-I have to get back to work.

I'm really sorry.

But thank you. - Thank you.

- You know, there's a fine line between

listening to these people and feeding their delusions.

- You believe me, don't you? - Yeah.

- Then point that camera, and shut your mouth.

[knocking at door]

- This is Claire. Take one.

A and B. Common mark.

- Are we at the right house? - Yeah.

- Claire is the primary suspect in Harmony's disappearance.

I can understand her having second thoughts

about wanting to talk to me.

- Hey, sorry. I didn't hear anybody.

- We've just been standing here for 20 minutes.

- Can I help you? - Is right now a good time?

- No, actually. I'm in the middle of something.

- You were the last person to see Harmony

before she disappeared, right?

- Yes, and I told you-- I told the cops

everything I know years ago.

- I want to hear what you actually think

happened to Harmony.

- Harmony was an artist.

So part of me just thinks this is all an elaborate art exhibit.

She's watching us all try to figure it out.

But I'm actually in the middle of something, so--

- And the other part of you?

- The idea was to capture a vulnerability

within each person.

They're all very close to me.

What do you think?

- I'm slightly creeped out, but in a really good way.

I'm definitely a fan

of this new style you got going on.

- The concept was to expose those hidden fears.

Get them out and onto the canvas.

This one is the centerpiece.

- That's your old bedroom, right?

- Yeah. I was never able to fall asleep in there.

I used to wake up the whole house

with my night terrors.

- But what is it that you were afraid of exactly?

The room itself?

- No, not just the room.

UV-reactive paint.

I use it to represent people's hidden fears.

So this is what you see in the night terrors?

- Well, not anymore.

It's almost like I've pulled it

right out of my head and trapped it in there.

- Do you have any more paintings like this with the UV paint?

- This is what it'll look like on opening night.

[evil growling]

[watery moaning]

[laughter]

- Oh, my God.

Harmony, you're gonna blow everyone away with this.

- Thanks, I hope so.

[ominous whispering]

- What is this?

Is this supposed to be me?

This is what you think I look like?

- No, it's supposed to represent your biggest insecurity.

- Which is what exactly? - Claire, please.

- No, what's my biggest insecurity, tell me.

- Everyone knows you're stunning, it's just--

you have this false perception of your body--

- Harmony, that is my business.

Okay? That's not something that you can just showcase

to the entire town.

- Claire, it's an important part of the show.

- I don't care. Take this down.

- Do you have the slightest clue how much work went

into this exhibition? What it took to get here?

- What's more important to you: that or your best friend?

- I'm not taking it down. You're being sensitive.

- And you're being a bitch.

- Okay, you need to leave.

- You are not keeping this up here.

- It's time for you to leave, Claire.

- Do you want me to rip it down myself?

Let go!

- Get out.

- Okay, that was-- - Get out!

- [sighs]

[door slams]

♪

[ominous whispering]

- [gasps]

[whispering]

- [breathing heavily]

Hello?

Claire?

[ominous growling]

♪

♪

[ominous whispering]

♪

♪

[grunts]

- [roars]

[roaring, paper ripping]

[knock at door]

- Claire.

You were right. I'm so sorry.

♪

Claire?

[choking and struggling]

- Everyone thought, the way she trashed it,

that it was part of her art exhibit,

until she didn't show up to her own show.

Now it's just kind of this stupid urban legend.

This is what I know.

When I went there that day,

there was not one photo of Harmony.

And the next day, I went back,

and there was this terrifying portrait of her.

It was a cry for help, though. It wasn't supernatural.

There was something scary and almost alive

about what Harmony could put on the canvas.

- There's truth in every story.

- What, like paintings coming to life?

- Maybe not, but there's a monster in all of us.

- You know what? We're done.

- What the hell was that about?

[eerie music]

♪

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