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- Oh, Patricia.

June sixth, American, British

and Canadian forces landed at Normandy.

We count today as victorious.

Northern France has been liberated.

Our prayers go out to the soldiers which lost their lives

fighting to save our future.

To continue the good news, mark your calendars

September third, look to the sky at seven P.M.

To see the lunar eclipse, a sight that won't be seen again

for another 10 to 15 years.

But remember to stay safe

and adhere to blackout regulations.

- Mrs. Baylock?

Would you like me to make you something to eat?

Mrs. Baylock?

Annabel?

- Mrs. Baylock?

Are you all right?

Mrs. Baylock, where are you?

Mrs. Baylock!

Mrs. Baylock?

I've done most of the laundry.

I'll do the rest later once the storm's passed.

Annabel!

- Where are you?

Mrs. Baylock!

- Hello.

Would you mind if I sit here?

- Why, I'm not scared.

- Oh, no, didn't think you were scared.

Big, brave boy like you.

But the truth is, I'm very scared.

I could hold your hand if you like.

- No, I don't want to.

- That's fine.

It's all right, it's okay.

Don't worry.

So, where's your mother?

- She's at home.

She's sick and she sent me to get some food.

- Well do you live close by?

- Yes.

- When we get the all clear,

I can take you home if you like.

- No, that's all right.

- Okay.

It's all right.

- Are you going on holiday?

- No.

I've got this.

It's a letter.

It said that my sister died so I've got to go to her house.

- My sister died when she was born.

- Wait, wait!

- Hello?

- Oh, hello.

I'm Patricia Woodhouse, I'm just here about my sister,

Susanna Baylock.

- Oh, of course.

I'm Annabel Blair.

I was your sister's help.

Please, let me take that from you.

- Oh, no, no, it's fine, I can manage.

- Please come through. - Thank you.

- Please. - Oh, thank you.

Oh, I noticed some broken windows.

- Yes, about a week ago a bomb fell a few streets over,

it was felt rather strongly here.

A few broken windows but no serious damage.

Although I can't say the same for Dove Street.

- Was anyone seriously injured?

- Not that I'm aware of.

Few cuts and bruises but

the houses suffered major damage.

- Can I ask what exactly happened to Susanna?

- Well...

I'd come downstairs to do the laundry.

When I returned upstairs, I couldn't find her.

It was the strangest thing,

I could've sworn I heard her call my name just before I...

Before,

before I found her.

She was laying at the foot of the stairs and her,

she must've fallen.

My condolences, Mrs. Woodhouse, it was awful.

I still can't quite believe it.

- I hadn't seen her in so long.

- I'm truly sorry to hear that.

After your sister's death, the relevant papers

were put in order and, well,

she left something rather important to you.

- And what's that?

- The house.

- Why?

- You're her only living relative.

Mr. And Mrs. Baylock never did have children,

she bequeathed the house to you.

- But this is Victor's house, what about Victor,

where is he?

- No one knows.

- He's missing?

- And has been for some time.

Mr. And Mrs. Baylock retired early one evening.

I finished the cleaning, went up myself.

The next morning I rose early, made breakfast as usual,

but when I took it up to them, Mr. Baylock was gone.

That was two years ago.

- And no letter?

- Nothing.

He just disappeared.

- Why would he abandon his own house?

Did you notify the police?

- Yes, absolutely.

They conducted a thorough search but they found nothing.

In the end, the police gave up and,

well, people don't just disappear, Mrs. Woodhouse.

- I agree.

- Are you all right?

- Yes,

I've just been suffering with these awful migraines.

The hospital said it's due to mild concussion.

They will pass.

- Forgive me if I'm speaking out of turn,

but what happened?

- The air raid siren,

it wasn't as prompt as usual

and I was knocked unconscious

whilst going towards the shelter.

It's fine, though, please don't worry.

- As you wish.

Well, when you're ready,

I'll collect my belongings and leave you to settle in.

- Leave, tonight?

- Actually, in about an hour.

I've finished packing and I was just sorting

the last bits and pieces when you arrived.

It's lucky you caught me.

Mrs. Baylock has passed away.

There is no reason for me to stay.

- Have you made arrangements to move on too?

- Not yet, but I plan to stay with family in London.

- I don't think London's a very safe place

to be at the moment.

- I have nowhere else to go.

- Well of course you do, you could stay here with me.

It's a big house and I'll need the help.

- That's very generous of you.

If you're certain.

- I'm not much of a traditionalist.

I'm not very good at housekeeping.

- Well, thank you, sincerely.

- I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you but

you look very tired.

Have you not been sleeping well since Susanna passed?

- Possibly not.

There's been so much to tend to.

- And I suppose with me not being here,

there's been a lot for one person.

- No, no, I didn't mean to insinuate anything,

I didn't mind doing it.

- Can we have a look around?

- Yes, of course.

Mrs. Baylock hired me as live-in help nine years ago.

It was only when her illness progressed

that I became her carer.

Mr. Baylock was always too busy to tend to her needs.

- Sorry, what illness?

- Mrs. Baylock became very ill over the past three years.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Woodhouse, did you not know?

- No.

- Your sister was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis.

It progressed rather rapidly.

I'm sorry, I thought you knew.

If it's any consolation, she was always very happy.

- So, whose room's whose?

- My room's at the end of the hall on the left,

the room on the right was Mr. Baylock's study.

This was Mrs. Baylock's room,

which can be yours if you like.

- Yes, I would like that.

- Well, I'll leave you to settle in.

I'll be downstairs should you need anything.

- Thank you.

Do you realize the irreversible damage

you've caused?

Susanna, I don't understand.

I want you to leave, Patricia,

I never want to see you again!

Please, Susanna, I'm sorry.

You're all that I have, don't send me away.

Go!

Now!

¶ You know I've got a wonderful feeling ¶

¶ My heart is reeling ¶

¶ With love for you ¶

¶ I see you movin' out on the dancefloor ¶

¶ I never want more ¶

¶ Than to be with you ¶

- Annabel?

¶ I think my heart is up on the ceiling ¶

¶ It's just not healing ¶

¶ I'm off the ground ¶

¶ Not long ago that I was grieving ¶

¶ Now I'm believing ¶

¶ In what I've found ¶

¶ Don't give me up ¶

¶ Don't ever stop ¶

¶ We've got to dance ¶

¶ On the way up ¶

¶ Tomorrow we'll have some when I come ¶

¶ How insightful ¶

- Annabel.

You scared me.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

- It's okay.

What are you doing up?

- I was just coming down to see if you wanted anything.

- Oh.

No, I'm fine, thank you.

My heart is pounding.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

I'm just going to go back to bed

and see if I can get some sleep.

I feel so silly.

- Good night. - Good night, Annabel.

Come in!

The door's open.

Oh, good morning. - Good morning.

Did you sleep well last night?

- Not very well.

But then I never sleep well anywhere the first night.

Did you want me?

- I'm sorry?

- Just a moment ago, did you not just knock on my door?

- No, I was downstairs.

- Never mind.

Why are you awake so early?

- I'm not too sure.

Old habits, I suppose.

I was just on my way up to see if you were awake

and see if you wanted anything to eat.

- Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you.

I'll be okay.

What was that? - Hmm?

That noise.

- We had new water pipes installed recently.

I bet that's what you heard.

- Yes.

I suppose.

Would you like to come in?

- Thank you.

Always wondered what was in that box.

I often asked her, your sister about it.

But she either ignored me or pushed the box under the bed

and pretended she hadn't heard.

- They're,

they're just old photographs of me and Susanna.

Some are from when we were children.

I think, after I moved out,

she must've taken them all out of the frames and

put them in this box.

It was,

it was like she just wanted to forget about me.

- I know this is none of my business but

why did you both become so distant?

- I told you,

Victor.

- What happened?

- After our parents died,

I moved in with Victor and Susanna.

I was young

but I wasn't so naive.

Victor started showing an interest in me

and after time

became

more intense.

I tried to tell Susanna about it and

she was furious.

I remember her saying,

"He's invited you into his home,

"how can you accuse him of such acts?"

She just didn't believe me.

And after that, she forced me to leave.

And then, 15 years later,

here I am.

My sister's gone.

- I'm really sorry.

Sorry, I should've asked. - No, no.

- May I? - Of course.

- Oh.

Well, what would you like me to do today?

- Well,

I was thinking that maybe you could

start with boxing up Susanna's things.

And then I can go through them and sort out

anything that I'd like to keep and

I don't know, the rest I was,

I was thinking I might just donate it to charity.

- All right.

If there's anything else, just call.

- Thank you.

Annabel, I'm going out!

- Sorry, I keep scaring you.

- Annabel, there's someone in the house.

Sorry?

- In the living room, I just saw them.

- Oh I've just come from there, there's no one there.

- Annabel, I saw them.

- Mrs. Woodhouse, I've just come from that room,

there's no one in there.

- I saw them.

- I can assure you, there is no one in that room.

Listen, forgive me speaking out of turn

but I think that the stress over the last couple of days

has got to you.

I think perhaps you should go and get some fresh air.

- Yes.

Maybe you're right.

Will you come with me?

- My apologies, Mrs. Woodhouse, I can't.

The weather plays havoc on my arthritis.

- Oh, sorry, I didn't realize.

- You needn't worry.

- Annabel, do you have the address

for where Susanna's buried?

- Yes, of course, Gallow's Cemetery.

I'll find a pen and write down the plot details for you.

I'm sorry, I can't find a pen.

- Oh.

It's okay, I'll find it.

Thank you.

- Okay, see you next week.

See you next week, Mrs. Newstead.

- Thank you, bye. - Excuse me.

- Hello.

- Hi, looks like I've come at the right time.

- Weekly WI meeting, doing our bit for the country.

Were you interested in joining?

- No, it's just I don't think I'd be able to contribute much

apart from burnt jam, maybe?

- We all start somewhere.

If you're not here for jam making or flower arranging,

how can I help?

- My sister passed quite recently

and I was told that I might be able to find her in here.

I was unable to attend the funeral

so I don't know where her plot is.

- I'm very sorry.

This is my husband's parish and he's away at the moment

but if you give me two ticks I can run inside

and find the details for you.

- Thank you. - What was your sister's name?

- Susanna Baylock.

- Oh.

- Is everything all right?

- You must be Patricia.

- Yes.

- Me and Susanna were close friends.

She used to help me with the WI meetings.

I'm very sorry.

- Me too.

- Follow me. - Thank you.

- Just there.

I'll be inside if you need anything.

- Thank you.

Susanna Baylock.

1900 to 1944.

I'm sorry, Susanna.

I really am.

Should've come sooner, I should've been here

looking after you, it's just...

I was stubborn and

thought that we'd have many more years to make things right.

I love you.

Should've told you sooner.

I hope that you can forgive me.

Sorry.

Annabel?

Annabel, I'm home.

- Oh, Mrs. Woodhouse, you're wet through!

- I know, the rain came

and I didn't even think to take an umbrella.

- I'll run you a bath, you go and make yourself a drink,

you need to warm up, you'll catch your death.

- Thank you.

Hello?

Please help me!

- Who is this?

He's taken everything from me!

- Annabel?

- Mrs. Woodhouse?

What's wrong?

- I heard something coming from the attic.

Where were you, I was calling.

- I'm sorry, when the power went out I went to get a candle.

These outages are becoming more and more frequent.

A sound, you say?

- Yes.

Have you got a key?

- No.

To be honest, I don't think I've ever been up there.

What did you hear?

- I'm not sure.

- Probably mice.

- Yes, maybe.

- Well, you go in to get ready and I'll run your bath.

- Okay, thank you.

Mrs. Woodhouse, what's going on?

- There's something in my room, Annabel,

I need to get out of the house.

- What's happened?

- There's something up the stairs, it's in my room,

please let me go out!

There's nothing in your room.

- There is, please!

No, don't touch me, Annabel, don't!

Please, I need to get out of the house!

- You need to come and sit down!

- I don't want to, there's something up the stairs!

- Quickly, quickly, into the basement.

Oh, Annabel!

What on Earth has gotten into you?

- I don't know, Annabel.

- Just tell me, please.

- I don't even know what happened.

I couldn't see.

I think something has happened to me.

- What do you mean?

- I know how this is gonna sound but

something grabbed me and it was,

it was hitting me.

Oh, there's something bad in here,

we need to get out of the house.

- It's all right. - No, it's not.

Annabel, there's something really dark in here

and we need to get out of this house, something is wrong.

- No, we're safe down here.

Look, you just need to get some sleep.

- Annabel, I don't want to go to sleep,

I need to get out of here, please.

- Listen, Mrs. Woodhouse, please just listen to yourself,

you're sounding ridiculous.

Just try to get some sleep.

Get some rest, you'll feel so much better in the morning.

- You don't believe me, do you?

- I didn't say I didn't believe you,

I just said you needed some sleep.

- Annabel.

Annabel.

Hello?

Who are you? - Patricia, listen to me.

We haven't got long, he'll be here soon.

You must leave while you can!

- I'll ask you one more time, who are you

and what do you want?

- Patricia, he needs you.

He will kill you, Patricia, leave, now!

- What are you doing?

- He's coming!

He can't have me!

No!

- Good morning. - Oh.

- How are you feeling?

- Morning.

Sorry I didn't wake you.

You seemed quite content.

- Thank you.

- Just a

strange feeling, isn't it?

During the day the house feels so normal

and then at night it feels...

Feels completely different.

But

I've decided that I am going to stay.

I won't be chased out.

- I'm glad to hear it.

How would you like some breakfast?

- No, thank you.

I think I'm gonna go out.

There's a few things I need to look into.

- All right.

- I need some fresh air.

- Sounds like a very good idea.

- I'm just going to go get dressed, okay?

- All right.

I'll finish up in here.

- Okay.

As the book says, there's lots of different types of ghosts.

There's your average ghost who perhaps died on the premises.

They might not even know that they're dead.

They mean you no harm, they're just,

well, just confused.

And then there's the other type of ghosts

who do know that they're dead,

they just choose to exist as though they were still living.

And then the book says something about poltergeists.

That comes from the German meaning of "noisy ghosts."

They're the ones that throw things around

and cause a ruckus.

- All right.

But you know if you read these sort of books

they'll put ideas in your mind.

- Well that's ridiculous, I'm just trying to understand

what's happening.

- So you think it was a poltergeist?

- No.

It says although poltergeists seem threatening,

they're actually harmless.

Entities, on the other hand...

- An entity?

- Yes,

it's a thing with distinct

and independent existence.

- What does that even mean?

- Well,

it means that,

basically,

they live on a different plane to ours.

These are the ones that feed off our energy

and wreak havoc amongst the living.

I think it was an entity which attacked me the other night.

- If you were attacked.

- Well, I beg your pardon.

- I wasn't insinuating you were lying,

there could be a number of different explanations

as to what happened.

- For instance?

- Maybe you were asleep and dreaming you were being attacked

and fell out of bed, injuring yourself?

- But I know that I was awake.

- But you have no bruises.

I could be right.

- I know what happened.

Why don't we wait?

- Wait?

Wait for what?

- Before we get ahead of ourselves,

why don't we wait to see if anything else should happen?

I've been working here for over nine years

and nothing like this has ever happened before.

- Annabel, please believe me.

- I'm a rational person, Mrs. Woodhouse,

which makes me stubborn.

- Annabel!

- What's wrong? - That book,

it just got pulled from my hands!

No!

It did, believe me.

Come on, come on,

watch.

- Make it stop! - How?

- I don't know, make it stop!

- Stop it, stop it! - Stop it, stop it!

- What have you brought into this house?

- You're blaming me for this?

- Strange things didn't happen before you came here!

- But you asked me to come here!

- Pardon? - You wrote me a letter,

you asked me to come!

- What do you mean I asked you to come here?

I never sent a letter!

- Yes you did, you sent me a letter!

- I am sorry, but you are mistaken!

- See, see?

You sent me a letter!

- I don't understand.

This is my handwriting but

I didn't send this letter!

- But that's rubbish, Annabel!

- No, really!

I've never been so certain of anything in my life!

- Then how did a letter in your handwriting

show up on my doorstep?

- I don't know!

I don't know!

Please, we've got to get out of here!

- No, I'm not going anywhere!

I'm not gonna be scared out of this house!

- We can't stay here!

- Who are these women?

- I don't know,

relatives of Victor's maybe? - No.

He didn't have any family.

I've dreamt about them.

She...

She warned me not to come here,

she said that I would be in danger from him.

- Who?

- I don't know, Victor?

And this one, I know her.

Oh!

God.

- Good morning.

I take it you couldn't sleep either?

- No.

- I found it nigh on impossible to settle.

This house has taken on a very different form for me

since last night.

Every creak a whisper.

What are you looking at?

- Just the photographs from last night.

I need to know who these people are.

I have to get into the attic.

- It's locked.

There's no key that I know of.

- I'll arrange for a locksmith to come later on today.

- Very good.

Shh.

Oh, sorry.

- That's all right.

I haven't seen you around here before, have I?

- Oh, no, my name's Patricia.

I'm just staying here a while.

My sister recently passed.

- Ah, you must be Mrs. Baylock's sister.

My condolences, she was a very kind person.

- Thank you.

- And Victor, I noticed he wasn't at the funeral,

is he still missing?

- Yes, unfortunately, he is.

- Well, better off without him.

Strange fellow.

I never liked him.

- What makes you say that?

- It's not my business to be spreading gossip,

you understand?

But he was never the same after that party.

You know, that tragic party in the 20s?

- Why, what happened?

- Some mad person got in with a gun

and basically shot everyone down.

- That's awful. - I know.

And Victor was the only survivor.

A bit suspicious, if you ask me.

But I'm not one to spread gossip.

But that house always does encourage strange behavior.

Even when I was a child they used to talk about it,

strange things, happenings, people coming and going

and one night there were the most terrible screams!

My blood turned cold.

And I'm telling you, it came from that house!

But not that I'm one to-- - For gossiping.

- No.

Oh, I have to go, my condolences.

- Thank you. - Bye.

"10 people have lost their lives

"when what began as a seemingly normal Saturday evening

"on February 14th ended in tragedy.

"Police are still trying to piece together

"the events of that evening.

"What is known at this time

"is that most of the guests had been poisoned

"and a small majority had received

"a single gunshot wound to the head.

"Neighbors reportedly heard screams followed by gunshots

"at around 9:30 p.m.

"When police arrived at 24 Richmond Drive

"they found the home owner Victor Baylock

"outside the residence in a state of complete shock.

"Victor was the only survivor."

"The case of the people versus Victor Baylock

"has finally come to an end

"when Judge Simons cleared Victor of all accounts of murder

"and ruled the shooting as a tragic incident

"and nothing more."

- What am I looking at?

- Well I found this book in the library

and then I came across this picture.

Do you see anyone you recognize particularly?

- No.

- Look towards the back of the photo.

- Is that-- - Victor, yes!

You see it too.

- Well it certainly looks like him.

- Well this group, they were arrested for Satanism.

They were members of the Aeternum Cult.

This photo, it was taken in 1865 outside this very house.

- Well it can't be Victor then.

- All but one was arrested and brought to justice

on five counts of murder in 1866.

Charles King, Alice Estherman

and Walter Haybridge.

And then the other just disappeared

and was never heard of again.

And he

was Taylor Bivcock.

Now when Taylor disappeared, the house, it was sold

and it passed through many different people's hands

until 1904 when it was bought...

By Victor Baylock.

Now it didn't take me too long to work out

that Taylor Bivcock is an anagram for Victor Baylock.

Did you know that in 1920,

a mass murder happened in this house?

- No, I didn't, that's terrible!

- Yes, they died at a party that Victor was holding

and he was the sole survivor.

And the strangeness, it doesn't end there.

A year previous, his wife, Mary,

she disappeared without a trace.

And 15 years previous to that,

his wife Nellie, she also disappeared

and has never been seen again.

People said that she went mad because

her son, he was kidnapped from her outside a local shop.

People said that she used to wander up and down the streets

clutching that toy.

She claimed it was her son, George.

Before that, there was Shirley.

Now I'm guessing that Shirley met the same ill fate

as these two.

And then, his current wife...

My sister,

mysteriously dies.

- All this is making me very uneasy.

- And it should!

Listen, I don't know what's going on but

I know that Victor has something to do with it.

You said something to me that stayed with me,

you said that people just don't disappear.

- Yes, I did indeed.

- And I couldn't agree more.

You're right, they don't.

I think,

I think he's still here.

- What do you mean? - I know he's dead but,

I just get a feeling.

When Victor was alive, he would enter a room

and he would bring with him a palpable presence,

it was a darkness on the room.

And I still feel it now in this house.

- Look, we should leave, it's clearly not safe here.

- Annabel, if you wish to leave, you can

and I won't make you stay.

But I believe that Victor has something to do

with my sister's death and I'm not going

until I've proven it!

- Well I'm not leaving you here alone.

That wouldn't be right.

- We have to get into the attic.

Not now.

- Come on, quickly.

- When the sirens stop, we should go into the attic.

I bet we'll find some answers in there.

- Please, Mrs. Woodhouse, I don't want to think

about that right now.

- All right.

I'm sorry.

- Damned war, will it ever be over?

- I, for one, would like to see it end.

Hitler's taken everything from me.

On the day that I received your...

The letter...

I received another.

Said that my husband, Jacob, had been killed.

He was fighting in Germany and

he was helping an orphan and stepped on a land mine.

In one morning I'd lost my sister and my husband.

That's my whole family.

That's when I heard the sirens.

I...

left the house and went to make my way towards the shelter,

I'd just got a safe distance

when the bomb had hit my street.

In an instant my house was gone.

I woke up three days later in the hospital.

Was just cuts and bruises.

I went back to the house to collect

anything that I could find, really.

It was so strange,

that's when I found the letter.

Everything was destroyed, but the letter, it was

untouched.

I went to the train station,

bought a one-way ticket and

here I am.

The truth is, Annabel,

that I had nowhere else to go

and if that bomb hadn't have hit,

I'm not even sure I would've come.

- I'm so sorry, Mrs. Woodhouse.

But the important thing is you came.

I'm sure Mrs. Baylock would be grateful

no matter reason.

Dear me, that one sounded a bit too close for comfort.

Maybe you should try and get some rest.

- Even if I wanted to sleep I'm not sure if I could.

My mind's racing about so many questions.

What was Victor up to?

I killed them all.

- Mary! - Patricia!

You must leave now!

You're running out of time!

- What's happening?

Did Victor kill you?

Did he kill Susanna?

- Leave, and I promise, I'll tell you everything!

- No, Mary, I need to know what's happening!

- I killed myself!

- What?

- Go, now!

- Mrs. Woodhouse, are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Oh, finally.

- Mrs. Woodhouse, wait!

Mrs. Woodhouse, what are you doing?

- In my dream,

they were trying to show me something, Annabel.

- What could possibly be in those books?

I don't know!

- Please calm down, you're getting hysterical!

- Annabel, Victor is up to something

and I have to find out what it is!

- Mrs. Woodhouse, stop!

Stop, please!

Stop!

What are we looking for?

- I'm not sure.

I've seen her before.

What's in that box?

The eclipse.

- Sorry?

- It says here that

the sacrifice can only be made on the eclipse.

- The lunar eclipse is tonight.

- Listen to this,

it says that the Aeternum Cult originated

in Italy in 1790

and was founded by one Victor Baylock.

It says that the Cult sought after the infamous devil tree

and moved to England to continue their search.

The Cult ceased to exist in 1866

when they were caught and executed for Satanism.

- Patricia.

I can't stay here.

I'm going to collect my belongings

and I will be leaving when I'm done.

- I understand.

Annabel!

Annabel!

Annabel, I'm locked in!

Annabel, Annabel, I'm locked in!

Annabel!

Annabel!

Let me out, let me out!

¶ You know I've got a wonderful feeling ¶

¶ My heart is reeling ¶

¶ With love for you ¶

¶ I see you movin' out on the dancefloor ¶

¶ I never want more ¶

¶ Than to be with you ¶

¶ I think my heart is up on the ceiling ¶

¶ It's just not healing ¶

¶ I'm off the ground ¶

¶ Not long ago that I was grieving ¶

¶ Now I'm believing in what I've found ¶

¶ Don't give me up ¶

¶ Don't ever stop ¶

¶ We've got to dance ¶

- Annabel?

Annabel?

Annabel?

Annabel?

What are you showing me?

There's nothing here!

What are you showing me?

There's nothing...

Annabel!

Annabel!

Annabel, help me!

Annabel!

Annabel!

Annabel!

- What is it? - Victor, he's here.

I've seen him and I've found them all.

- Who? - All of them.

Winifred, Shirley, Nellie, Mary, they're all there!

Where?

- Their bodies.

Hid them in the attic.

- Listen to me, please, please Patricia,

whatever darkness is in this house

it's just getting stronger.

It's building, it's like,

like the energy you get before a storm,

something very bad is going to happen here tonight.

Please, just leave with me now?

- Yes, yes.

Oh God.

¶ I've got a wonderful feeling ¶

¶ My heart is reeling ¶

- Annabel?

¶ With love for you ¶

Annabel, do you hear that?

No.

Victor, I'm not scared!

Where are you?

Come out!

- Give in, Patricia. - Never!

- You'll see Susanna again.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun, Patricia.

What are you gonna do, shoot me?

I'm already dead!

Let's see!

Annabel, where are you?

Annabel!

Annabel! - Patricia.

- Annabel?

Patricia.

- No, no, Annabel!

No!

- Patricia?

Patricia? - Annabel!

- Patricia!

Don't shoot me, put down the gun!

- Let's see! - What are you saying?

No.

Patricia, you should never have come.

- Is that really you?

Well I never thought I'd see you again.

- I love that.

It's good to see you too, Patricia

but I wish,

why didn't you listen to me?

I tried to warn you, I tried to make you leave!

You've always been stubborn!

- What was that?

- The tortured.

The damned roam here.

They never leave.

- Please help me.

He's taken everything from me!

Have you seen my baby?

Have you seen George? - No.

No, sorry.

Sorry, I haven't.

- I can hear him crying.

But I can't find him.

It's too dark, he's lost!

My heart aches, it aches!

- Listen, Nellie, Nellie, I feel your pain,

I do, but you need to get out of here.

You need to leave. - I cannot.

I shall not.

George?

- No, it's not George, tell her it's not George.

Nellie.

- Nellie will not leave until she finds George.

- Mary?

- We've tried many times to get her to leave

but she will not.

- Isn't there anything we can do?

- Unfortunately not, it's Nellie's choice to leave

and hers alone.

- Mary, I'm so sorry, I should've listened to you,

I should've left when I had the chance.

- We must try and fix it.

Patricia, quick, light the way.

- Oh, it's the pain. - Yes, yes, we know.

He's playing games with us.

Victor, you bastard!

Show your face, you coward! - He's here, I can feel him.

- You shall not have her, Victor,

your time is running out!

No!

- Mary! - Victor!

- Mary!

Mary! - Victor!

Mary!

- Leave her be, Victor!

- You should've left Patricia to me.

- No, you don't have the right!

- Be quiet! - I will kill you.

- Idle threats.

- That's not possible!

- The eclipse.

Get out Susanna and leave us be.

- No.

I can't let you do that, Victor.

I will not let you hurt her!

- There's nothing you can do about it!

- It's okay, it's okay, just leave.

It's okay. - No.

I can't!

- The eclipse is fading, as is my patience.

Get out! - No!

Susanna.

- Enough.

It's time, Patricia. - Please, no.

- Accept your fate and I will live again.

Will it hurt?

- It can be quick.

Then I accept my fate.

- Good.

- No!

No!

Stop!

- I accept my fate and I will die but not by your hand!

And to hell with you!

- You don't know what you're doing!

- I don't care!

Susanna.

Mary.

Susanna!

Mary!

Susanna, Mary!

- They cannot hear you.

What?

- This is your purgatory.

You've ruined everything.

Victor, Victor!