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Previously on
"Secrets of Sulphur Springs"...

The camp is opening today

and this time I'll be the
one creeping kids out

with the legend of Moss Man.

This place isn't
haunted by Savannah.

We know. The mirror told us.

That's how the
ghost communicates.

Elijah's ghost wants
us to go back to my family's farm.

We need to find out why.

It was never Elijah
leading us back here.

It was her. Grace.

My great‐great‐grandmother.

Ghost of The Tremont.

No way this came down by itself.

This is not normal. How
else do we explain it?

Except ghosts.

Mom and Dad definitely
won't want to hear that.

Wait, is that mine?

Oh, this? Yeah.
I had to drink it.

It was melting.

There's always the refrigerator.

So what's with all this?

Isn't it obvious?
Paranormal activity.

You were home the whole time.

Did you hear anything?

Like screams?
Clawing at the walls?

I actually haven't
heard anything.

House has been pretty quiet.

Griffin, that you down there?

Um, yeah, I‐‐ I
was just out back.

Okay, well,
all of you, time for bed.

We'll clean that mess
up in the morning.

Coming.

Tomorrow.

Grace.

Wyatt, it's too early.

I've been waiting for
the sun to come up

for about an hour.

Daylight. Safety.

Or not.

Zoey, get over here.

It's her.

The ghost. She's back.

Mom! Dad!

Hurry! The window!
You have to see this!

A ghost, right‐‐

There.

Plenty of mist but no ghost.

She was there! The
silhouette of an old woman.

We both saw her.

We're thinking
maybe the same ghost

who tore down the wallpaper.

We already talked
about the wallpaper.

A perfectly logical explanation.

We're not buyin' it.
There is no explanation.

And there's no
old woman outside.

All we've got here are two kids

with vivid imaginations.

They're referring to us.

Might I suggest you
two go downstairs

and pour yourself some cereal?

We'll join you in a bit.

They're getting
to you, aren't they?

Yeah, a little.

You know, the mind
can play tricks on you.

Ghosts can play tricks too.

Look, I'm telling you, it‐‐

It feels like there is
something in this place.

Someone.

And it wants us out.

Mom! Dad! Get down here!

More wallpaper fell.

I have weird
dreams all the time.

They never mean anything.

This was different, real scary.

Like these pants.

It's like if I sneeze, they're
gonna split wide open.

Then don't sneeze.

And remember the plan.

As soon as we realize
Daisy's not around,

I step in, pretend I'm her,

and figure out why
Grace wants us back here.

And I... play the
new kid next door.

No, you want it more like...

that.

Just need a little 'tude.

How's that?

Close enough.

Harper, come on, let's go.

Coming.

Mom! Mom!

Oh, young lady,
what's this all about?

Something was following
me back in the woods.

A creature all covered in moss.

I almost yelled,
but then it ran off.

Honey, that was Sam,
the maintenance man.

He's been out cleaning
moss from the trails.

You mean he's Moss Man?

No. I mean he's Sam.

And he's very busy,

so you best stay out of his way.

Darn‐ation!

Daisy!

You 'bout scared me to death.

Wait. Who are you?

New neighbor from down the road.

Name's Harry.

You're not the same kid

who was snooping
around yesterday?

That kid with them two girls?

Asked him the same
thing, but he's not.

So... what is all this?

You know what it is.

My special project.

Oh, right.
Your special project.

If you don't mind...

You're trying to
build a time machine?

Did you tell him, Daisy?

Yeah, uh, sort of.

It's still in the
planning stages.

Some hiccups to work out.

Do you believe in
time travel, Harry?

I'm open to the idea. Yeah.

Wait a second.

Aren't you supposed to
be out at the oak grove,

collecting pecans?

Where's your sack?

And why did you
change your clothes?

Oh, um, I already
filled the sack.

And I got dirty, so I changed.

Did you say oak grove?

You mean, by the clearing?

Along the fence line...

where the pecans are.

Pecans... Harry, we should go.

What do you mean?
We just got here.

Come on.

See you later,
Daisy's little brother.

Sam. Sam Tremont.

See you, Harry.

What're you doing?
Where're we going?

That kid wants to
build a time machine.

That can't be a coincidence.

Earlier, when we came through,

I had a feeling someone
was watching us.

Daisy?

Oh, no.

This is not good.
This is not good at all.

She found it! Daisy
found the portal.

Oh, and if she's
a relative of yours,

she couldn't help
but go exploring.

Daisy!

Harper?

Oh, uh, there you are.
Kirstin's coming in late,

so I need your help at the café.

There's no time to explain.

Who are you?

What is this
place? I‐‐ I don't‐‐

I'm your great‐granddaughter,
and you traveled through time.

Time?

You're way in the future.

Like way, way.

You need to be me, and
I'll go back and be you

just for a little
while. My name's‐‐

Harper! Come
on! No dawdling.

Please. There's no
choice. Go! Be me!

Seatbelt.

Hi, Jess.

Kirstin, hi.
What's the update?

I'm running Justin home,

and then I'll head
back to the café.

Great. Thanks.

Um, excuse me, but
Daisy went that way.

Off to the café, sounded
like. You've got to get to her.

Explain all this somehow

and get her back here
by, say, five o'clock?

While you head
back to the 1930s.

Our original plan,
posing as Daisy.

I mean, what better way

to find out what
Grace wants us to see?

Offhand, I can
think of about six.

Five o'clock. Don't be late.

Where've you been?

I've been doing
double‐time on our chores.

I just‐‐

She was beautiful, wasn't she?

Yes.

The rocking chair?

Mother's rocking chair.

Papa's been up there all day.

Is everything all right?

Come over here. Sit.

Your mother was the one
who knew the numbers.

I can't figure this
out to save me...

and save the farm.

Nothing for you to worry about.

You know, you look more
like your mother every day.

Growin' up so
beautiful and smart.

And you love this place
as much as she did.

Especially those springs.

She was so convinced
they could save her,

she had us believing it too.

Yeah. She did.

I feel closer to her here than
anywhere else in the house.

So when does it do it?

Any particular time of day?

It's random and, so
far, for our eyes only.

And you're sure
it's not Savannah

who was writing in the mirror?

Positive. We asked
the ghost point blank

and it wrote, "Nooooo..."

Only not quite that dramatic.

I would love a
peek at that mirror.

Still no idea where
your dad hid it?

Not a clue.

But we do know every
nook and cranny in this place.

I say we start with
the secret room.

Secret room. I like
the sound of that.

And who might you be?

Harper?

Harper?

Earth to Harper.

Folks on table
three need help. Go.

And smile.

Good afternoon. May I
be of some assistance?

Yes, please. Can I have a
double‐decaf, no‐foam latte?

And I'll do a skinny, half‐caf,
white mocha, no whip.

So that was a double scoop‐‐

Uh, I mean, a‐‐ a skinny?

No. No, no. A
double‐decaf, no‐foam latte.

Mine is the skinny.

Yeah, uh, she'll get right
on it. Excuse us, guys.

Did you say anything?
To Mrs. Dunn? To anyone?

Did you tell them
who you really are?

‐No. ‐Okay. Okay,
good. That's good.

Everyone here is
so frantic and busy.

Yeah. It's 2020,

the age of "frantic and busy."

Uh, sorry. I'm just so confused.

Okay. It‐‐ It's like in
your little brother's book.

You traveled through time.

And that bunker in the basement,

it's a portal, a
door to the past.

I mean, for you, I guess
it's a door to the future, but...

You talk too fast too.

Oh, I'm sorry. I do
that when I get excited.

‐The girl who looks
like me‐‐ ‐Harper.

She's my great‐granddaughter?
That's just impossible.

Trust me, it's‐‐ it's possible.

Trust you? How can I?

I don't even know your name‐‐

It's Griffin. Griffin Campbell.

‐Oh, my... ‐Daisy, what is it?

I‐‐ I don't feel so well.

Harper?

Oh, whoops! You caught us.

We were just practicing
our dance moves.

Harper's studying the 1930s

and, uh, there's a
school dance coming up.

There is?

Yes.

Yup, it's right
around the corner.

Well, come on,
girl. Kirstin's here.

So I can get you back
to do your homework.

Yeah. About that. Um...

‐About what? ‐Griffin:
Her homework.

Uh, she has this
test to study for.

It's, uh... history.

Yes, history.

It's all a part
of that 1930s thing.

You know, I said I'd help
with the, uh, the dance moves

and the flashcards and all that.

So, uh, can she
come over tonight?

You know, she's
always over there.

Griffin, why don't you
come home with us? Hm?

Last I heard, flashcards
work anywhere.

We'll call your
mom from the car.

Yeah, okay. Okay.

Don't worry, I got this.

Got what?

Of course, Dad hides it in
the scariest place possible.

Should've looked here first.

It does that sometimes.

We think it might
be in the wiring.

Or the mirror.

So how are we
gonna find the ghost?

I don't see anyone in there.

What if we try
talking to it again?

Good idea! Do you want me to?

I'll do it.

What do you think I should ask?

Try... "If you're not
Savannah, who are you?"

Only like this...
"Whooo are yooooou?"

Okay, got it.

So if you're not
Savannah, whoooooo‐‐

Are you kids down there?

If you are, you know
you're not supposed to be.

‐Busted. ‐Totally.

Be right up! You stay, Topher.

See if you can get
it to write something.

Hi. I'm Topher, by
the way. And you are?

Maybe instead I should
ask, who were you?

Okay. You don't like
"who." Let's try "why."

Why are you haunting this
place, these kids, this family?

Give me a letter.
Two letters, initials.

I'll take anything.

Whoa!

No way!

Topher!

He was told to
come straight home.

Topher! Get down here!

Uh, Harper, can you run
upstairs and get your brother?

Ten to one, he's
streaming some horror opus

instead of doing his homework.

Yes, ma'am.

Ma'am?

Uh, Mother?

Mom is fine. Always has been.

Griffin, what is going
on around here?

Oh, like I said,

it's a part of her
history class.

Harper's taking this full
immersion thing very seriously.

Jumping in with
both lace‐up boots.

Nothing for dinner.

You know, if you wouldn't mind,

can you tell Harper and Topher
I had to run to the market?

Oh, uh, tacos are good for you?

Great! I love tacos.

Of course, they probably
didn't have tacos in the 1930s,

but I'm sure Harper
will gobble 'em right up.

Yeah.

She's an artist too.

Is that supposed
to be her father?

I guess so.

He died when she was younger.

Like my mother died.

‐Grace? ‐Yes.

Grace.

I suppose Harper
misses her father

as much as I miss my mother.

Look, Harper's mom
just ran to the market.

This is the perfect opportunity
to get you back to 1930.

But we have to leave right now.

Come on.

Leave, okay.

Next time on
"Secrets of Sulphur Springs"...

I can't be stuck here.

There used to be
a crystal in here.

Looks like you're
stuck here being Harper.

Harper will cover for you.

What game are you playing?

Trying to contact the ghost

who pulled down the wallpaper.

Grace, is that you?

No way!

My friend Savannah
just sent me a picture.

It's the maintenance
man in 1962.

Sam? My brother?

It's her! The lady we
saw through the window.

Some women in our family
see things before they happen.

Bad things. Really bad.