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[eerie music]

♪

- Have you interviewed other people with my condition?

- Just you. - This is Lucy.

Take one, A and B. Common mark.

- Homework, friend stuff, extracurriculars,

boys--

it all feels so important all the time.

And I lose control.

[sighs]

There's this thing inside of me fighting to get out.

It terrifies me.

- When did you experience your first episode?

- It was senior year of high school,

right before prom.

Perfect timing.

- Maybe you need a bigger size?

- It fit last week.

[fabric rips]

Mom! - Sorry, honey.

- What are you sorry about? It's my fat ass that broke it.

- Hey, I don't want to hear you talk...

like that.

- Go away.

Ah! - Open up.

- Why, so you can get a closer look at this thing

growing on my face?

[light guitar music]

- I know how you feel, sweetie.

- I really don't think you do.

♪

[phone buzzes]

Mom, did you make

my hair and makeup appointment for prom?

- Shoot, I forgot.

Um, I'll call and see if I can make an appointment.

- [sighs] [phone buzzes]

- [sighs]

[sighs]

I want your...everything.

- Lucy?

- Leave me alone!

[phone ringing]

Hey.

- Do you love it?

- Yeah, you look... amazing.

- Send me a picture of you in your dress.

- Okay, hold on.

- Did you see what Doug just posted?

- No.

- So hot. Like, crazy hot.

If I wasn't going with Steve,

you'd have some serious competition.

You send the pic?

- Not right now.

- Come on! I'm dying to--

- Anna, not right now!

- Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow.

- [sighs]

[soft music]

♪

You're hideous.

[birds chirping]

[alarm ringing]

[suspenseful music]

[groaning]

♪

Oh!

[knocking at door]

One minute!

- Breakfast is ready.

I tried calling three different salons,

and they're all booked.

I'm so sorry, honey.

- Oh, no, no.

Oh!

- I can do your hair and makeup, if you want.

♪

- [crying] No.

- Lucy?

- [screams]

- I know you're stressed. - You're not helping!

All you do is nag and complain!

I hate you!

[screams]

- Come down when you're ready.

I don't want you to be late.

[phone buzzing]

- [in distorted voice] Not a good time, Anna.

- I'm sorry; I'm getting a lot of pressure

from the rest of the group about all this prom stuff.

- It's just, I--

- Lucy, don't worry.

- I-- - Lucy.

- I-- - I get it.

- You really don't.

- I'll handle the dinner reservation.

It's fine.

- I don't--I don't think I can go.

- To prom? Why?

- There's something wrong with me.

- There's nothing wrong with you.

- You don't get it - Explain it to me.

- [screams]

- Lucy, are you okay?

Lucy? Lucy, are you there?

- [roars]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[knocking at door]

Go away, Mom!

- Um...

- Lucy, it's--it's Doug.

I'm sorry to barge in on you.

Um, I was hoping to talk to you before school started,

but if now's not a good time, that's okay.

- Now's good.

Don't come in!

- [whispers] Pimple.

- So I know it's-- it's a bit late, but--

This is hard.

I really like you, and...

I was wondering--

Do you want to go to prom with me?

What do you think?

Lucy?

- [screams]

- Lucy?

- [screams]

- Lucy!

- [screaming]

[ominous music]

- Are you okay?

- Doug.

- [crying]

- Give us a minute.

♪

- [in distorted voice] Go away!

Don't! Don't!

- My skin started burning, bubbling.

I turned into this disgusting monster.

It was pure pain.

- I think we might need to get you a new dress.

Or that one's good.

You know, very "grunge."

- Why are you being so nice to me?

- Because I love you?

- But I'm disgusting.

- Come on. - No.

- Get up. - Don't.

- Get up. Come on!

- No.

- Look at yourself.

Lucy, look at yourself.

All that matters is how you see yourself.

What do you see?

- Me.

- And that's more than enough.

But it has to be enough for you.

[light guitar music]

♪

- [laughs]

I'd love to go to prom with you.

- Cool.

Um...

I was wondering if I could possibly

give you a ride to school.

If that's okay, maybe.

- Yeah.

- Cool.

Um...

these are for you.

And this too.

- Thanks.

♪

I'm gonna go wait outside.

- Go get dressed.

[ominous music]

♪

- Mom?

- Be right there, honey.

- Your parents want to protect you.

But no one can protect you from yourself.

- Now that you know that what's happening to you

isn't real, do you think--

- I didn't say that.

- You didn't say what?

- I didn't say that it's not real.

If it feels real, who's to say it isn't?

- So you believe that you turned into a real monster.

- I feel my teeth fall out of my mouth.

I feel my hair slide off my scalp.

I feel my skin bubble and burn.

But everyone has something they deal with, right?

- You're right.

- This is just weird.

- Celia, take one. A and B, common mark.

- Do the other kids ever ask you what happened?

What do they say, Celia?

- They mostly think I'm lying or crazy.

- And how does that make you feel?

- Whenever I tell someone my story,

they get to choose if they believe in ghosts or not.

But I don't get to choose.

It happened.

And all the people who saw what I saw,

that could comfort me or tell me it's okay,

they're all dead.

[gentle music]

♪

- I think you two are really gonna love this place.

- Dad, if you say "fresh start" one more time,

I'm running away.

- [laughs]

Mom would have really liked this.

[dog whimpers]

What's wrong with Scout?

[Scout barks]

- We just uprooted him from all of his friends

and the only life he's ever known.

But other than that, I'm sure he's fine.

- [sighs]

Wow, Scout's dramatic.

- Come on, Scout.

Scout. - [whimpers]

[eerie music]

♪

[Scout barks and whimpers]

[Scout growls]

- Want to move this table, and then we'll do this rug?

- Yeah.

Use your knees.

- [laughs]

- Get on the other side there.

[light piano music]

- Here.

♪

- Let's go. Let's go.

- Okay, okay.

- [laughs]

- Want the ball, Scout? Want the ball?

Ready? Go.

♪

[eerie music]

- Scout! Good boy, Scout.

Come and get it. Ah!

[light piano music resumes]

- Go!

♪

[eerie music and whispered voices]

♪

[Scout barking]

[birds chirping]

- Um...

what happened?

- Your dog got into the garbage

and tore apart the house.

- That doesn't make any sense.

- What doesn't?

- There are no bite marks,

and that trash can is, like, three times his body weight.

How did he-- - I don't know.

Just clean it up.

And get him under control.

[whispered voices]

[Scout barks]

- Thanks a lot.

[Scout whimpering]

[intense music]

[whispered voices]

[sighs]

[ominous music]

[Scout barking]

Go, boy! Get out! Go!

Out! Get out!

[Scout barking]

- I was really missing my mom.

I had a picture of her by a lamp,

and I started talking to it.

That's when I noticed

the light started flickering in the lamp.

Do you miss me?

Yeah, I miss you too.

Does it hurt?

- Who are you talking to?

- Don't freak out.

Are you our mom?

She's here.

Once for yes, twice for no.

Try it.

Please?

- Are you happy?

- Can we help you?

[whispered voices]

- [growling]

[both screaming]

- Scout! Bad dog!

Go on; get out. Get out!

You two okay?

- Yeah.

Are you okay?

- All right, get some sleep.

I'm gonna unpack the crate.

- No, Dad.

He didn't--

I don't want you talking to this thing anymore.

- "Thing"?

It's Mom. - It's not Mom.

- I miss her.

- Me too.

[whimpering]

- We need to talk.

[Scout barks] - Scout, enough.

[eerie music]

[Scout barking]

Scout, enough.

- There's something wrong with this house.

- No, there's something wrong with Scout.

- [barks]

- Dad, I know this is gonna sound crazy,

but I think Scout can see something that we can't.

- [growling and barking]

[whispered voices]

- Grief plays tricks on you.

Sometimes I swear I can feel your mom next to me at night.

- This isn't about Mom.

- Well, it is for your sister.

- [barks] - Quiet!

- I'll let him out.

Scout.

[Scout barking]

[intense ominous music]

- Celia?

- Scout, what is it?

[Scout barking]

♪

- Dad.

♪ ♪

- [screaming]

[Scout barking]

- Scout.

- [screams] - Scout! No!

[Scout whimpers]

- Dad, it was an accident.

Dad-- - This isn't up for debate.

- How did Scout knock over Celia's dresser?

Think about it.

- There's no ghost.

- That's what Scout can see.

He can see-- - There is no ghost!

- I can't lose anybody else.

- Me neither.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Is this Scout? - Yeah.

Thanks for coming so soon.

- You guys want to say good-bye?

- Thank you.

- Sorry.

[Scout barking] - Time to go.

- He sees something.

Stop!

[Scout whimpering]

- What are you looking at?

- Go get Dad! Go!

[whispered voices]

- [screaming]

- After Scout was gone,

things got worse fast.

After it got Hazel, it went for my dad,

so I got out of there.

But I feel like maybe I shouldn't have.

- After this happened to me,

I woke up in the hospital,

and I told everyone what happened,

and they told me that monsters aren't real.

- What'd you do?

- I left to find people like us.

- But I'm stuck here, so...

- For now.

Let me ask you a question.

Do you know what happened to Scout?

- No.

But, you know, I hope he has a nice family.

And I hope he's happy.

- I have a surprise for you.

Guys?

[Scout barks]

- Scout! Oh, my--Scout!

Oh, my God, you-- how'd you find--

Oh, hi, buddy!

[laughs]

- Don't stop fighting. - Thank you so much.

Did you miss me?

- We better get going. It's going to be dark soon.

- You look good. You look good.

- Let's go now. Seriously.

- I'm just getting one more shot.

What the hell kind of animal was that?

- That was not an animal.

- It's a person? - I didn't say it--

Run. - What the hell?

- Run. Now.

- Help me! - Go! Run!

- Now!