"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost," "I command you out." "In the name of Jesus," "I order you, unclean spirit, out of this young child." "You are no longer welcome here." "I... in the name of God, the almighty creator..." "I cast you out!" "You have four messages." "It's Sarah, wondering when I can see that first draft." "I left you several messages." "Look, I told everyone here that you are the next Stephen King." "I'm counting on you not to let me down, okay?" "In good faith, all right?" "So, so call me." "Hey, babe." "It's me." "I hope the writing's going well." "I'll see you tonight for dinner around 7:00, okay?" "No good." "All right, I love you." "Jessie, this isn't a joke anymore." "Call me." "Sweetheart?" "So, how'd the writing go?" "I brushed my teeth five times today." "So, you're still blocked." "I don't know." "It's more than that." "My editor, she left another message." "She thinks I'm a fraud." "What the hell does she know?" "Baby, could you pour us a glass of wine?" "Did you really like my last book?" "Jessie, you know that I did." "I told you that the night we met." "What if you were just trying to get laid?" "Yeah, I was." "But I really did like it, honestly." "It was genuinely scary." "What are you doing?" "What if I told you I could get rid of your blockage for good?" ""Blockage"?" "What?" "Just hear me out." "You and me, alone, one week, your Aunt Jean's cabin." "A vacation?" "Damn right, a vacation." "We both could use one." "Brian, I can't leave." "I've spent all the advance money." "It's just not a good time." "What is one more week going to hurt?" "Look, we'll go." "We'll have a romantic getaway." "You'll clear your head, come back, bang it out." "Oh, baby, this is really sweet of you to think about this." "But, I don't know, I mean, my aunt died in that cabin." "Two years ago." "Jessie, she left you that cabin." "It's yours." "I don't know." "I barely knew her." "And to be honest, I..." "I don't like it there." "Well, get over it." "Brian, just let me finish this." "And then we can go on vacation." "We'll go on a real vacation." "I don't expect you to understand." "I'm just in this funk." "And until I finish this book, my head won't be clear." "Okay." "Thank you." " I'm going to burn those flowers." " Please don't." " Yeah." " No." "I love them." "You don't want..." "They didn't work." "No, I do want them." "Hello." "Hi, George." "Who's this?" "This is Jessie, Aunt Jean's niece." "She left the cabin to me." "Are you still there?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm here." "Well, how are you, young lady?" "I'm good." "You were the caretaker at the cabin, right?" "Uhh, sure, yeah, still am." "Good." "I was wondering, is it still available?" "Well, old Aunt Jean left it to you, didn't she?" "Of course it's available." "Great, good to hear." "Are you thinking of coming up here soon?" "Yeah, yeah, I am." "We could have gone up there a million times" "And the moment I bring it up, you finally decide to go, alone." "I just feel like it's going to inspire me." "Well, who's going to inspire me?" "Huh?" "I could use some inspiration too, you know?" "You want to hear something strange?" "No." "So, I spent a lot of time there as a kid." "Mm-hmm." "And yet, I don't remember anything." "Something about the thoughts of that cabin really creeps me out." "I'm kind of nervous to go back." "You just have a big imagination." "And I hope going up there will reignite it, you know, alone in a creepy cabin in the woods." "You know what, that's good." "Yeah, that's it." "Maybe it was the cabin." "You weren't just inspired by the cabin." "You were..." "You were influenced by the cabin." "And that's why you became a horror writer." "Shut up." "This is good, like, interview material, you know?" "Like, when they ask you why you became a horror writer, now you've got this whole back-story of what happened to you, yeah." "The media loves that shit." "That would make me a fraud." "And now you're going back out there to see if anything strange happens so you can write the sequel." "It's not a sequel." "Just seems to me, the two of us spending a week up there together, humping our brains out would be just as therapeutic." "I love you." "I know." "Want the rest?" "I'm not hungry." "Writer's block kills your appetite for both sex and food, huh?" "Look, when George gets here, please be nice." "He's a little odd." "But he's a good guy." "Wait." "Who is he again?" "He works at the cemetery." "But he's also the caretaker" "And, as far as I know, he was friends with my aunt." "But why did she leave you the cabin?" "You didn't really know her." "You ever find out?" "No." "No." "She didn't have anyone else, I guess." "And how'd she die again?" "It was an accident, I think." "I don't really know the details." "She fell down off a ladder." "You see the danger of being out there all alone?" "You could slip in the shower, hit your head." "And no one would ever know." "I'll be careful." "And I'll leave a phone by the shower." "What?" "What is it?" "What the hell are they looking at?" "Do I have something on my face?" "It's a small town." "They all know my aunt died." "And maybe they recognize me." "You were nine." "Well, they're just wondering small towns." "Look, I just don't understand why I'm dropping you off here instead of up at the cabin." "Because George said it's difficult to find and it's easier to meet us here." "That must be George." "Hi, George." "Well, look at you, all grown up now, ain't you?" "I wish I remembered you." "Don't worry about it." "It all come back to you." "I'd like for you to meet my boyfriend, Brian." "Hello?" "Yes." "Uhh, sorry." "Hi." "Nice to meet you, George." "Jessie's been telling me about you." "Not much to tell." "I'm as simple as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." "Well, that's pretty simple." "You ain't going up there with her, are you?" "No, no, not this time." "She's working and insisting on being alone, stubborn that way." "Well, just as well." "Shall we?" "Sweetheart, can I, umm..." "Can I talk to you for just a second?" "George, will you give us a minute?" "We're just going to say goodbye." " I'll wait for you in the truck." " Okay." "Thanks." " What's wrong?" " This isn't a good idea." "He's lived up here his whole life." "Everyone knows him." "Well, don't act like you've been spending all your summers up here." "Like we're straight-up trespassing." "Everything's going to be fine." "It's sweet that you're worried about me." "I'm a big girl." "I'm doing this for us, you know?" "This could be huge." "I feel like I'm in The Shining." "Come on." "Kiss me." "I got to go." "I just..." "I'll see you soon." "I love you, baby." "Cute butt!" "Tease." "I got to say, I was a bit surprised when I heard you want to come back here." "I know." "It's been a long time." "Is that where Jean is?" "Yes, ma'am, it is." "You ought to pay her a visit while you're here." "I bet she'd like that." "You know, it was really nice of you to look after her." "She had a nurse that took care of her." "I just looked after the utilities, fixed the leaky pipes, things like that." "Were you close with her?" "Took care of her the best I could." "But I guess, when it's your time, it's your time." "Hmm." "So, you're a writer, huh?" "That, I am." "Any good?" "I'm not sure yet." "You write that scary stuff, don't you?" "That's what your aunt said." "Yeah, scary stuff." "Yeah, I don't like that scary stuff." "I guess a week alone up in the cabin here, that'll..." "That'll spark the mood." "That's what I'm hoping." "Remember this?" "I wish I did." "I'll stop by now and then, make sure you're fine." "Heater's working and all that." "And got plenty of firewood." "You guys give me a shout any time you want some." "Thank you." "Here's your key." "You can come in." "I've done my good deed for the day." "And now I'll be on my way." "Besides, I got a lot of work." "So do you." "Are you okay?" "Just fine." "Well, thanks for the ride." "I appreciate it." "My pleasure." "You're going to do okay." "Thank you." "Oh, God!" "I thought a caretaker was supposed to actually take care." "Oh, lovely." "Oh, God." "That's pleasant." "Let's see what's behind door number two." "What a mess." "Well, you wanted to be alone." "Well, that's great." "It was as if, somehow, the sight, the sight of the young girl..." "It was as if, somehow, the sight of the young girl had reminded her of herself." "It was as if the sight... even if she didn't know it yet." "Hi." "You didn't have to throw Isabelle away." " Excuse me?" " You threw her in the trashcan." " How did you get here?" " I walked." "I live down the road a ways." "What are you doing out here?" "I go for walks." "I like being outside." "My name is Leah." "I used to visit Aunt Jean, and she'd make these amazing cupcakes that I could live on." "Oh, I'm sorry for throwing the doll away." "I didn't realize it belonged to anyone." "No worries." "Good thing I saw." "I'm Jessie." "Please come on in." "I know Aunt Jean's not here anymore, obviously, but I'm sure this place meant a lot to you." "She might be." "You never know." "You sound kind of spiritual." "Not really." "Are you working on something?" "Yeah." "Well, sort of." "I've been taking too many breaks." "Not enough discipline." "You're a writer, right?" "Sometimes." "It's been a while, but I'm finally back at it." "That is so cool." "I wish I could write." "That'd be the best job." "Have you ever heard that saying:" "everyone has one good book in them?" "It's true." "Although I'm pushing my luck trying for a second one." "You mean you already have a book out?" "Yeah." "Shocking, I know." "No, it's just really cool." "I'm talking to, like, a famous author." "Hey, do you want to walk with me to the store?" "Sure." "Were you close to Aunt Jean?" "To be honest, I don't remember much about her." "I haven't been here since I was a little girl." "How come?" "It's going to sound silly, but I was kind of scared to come back." "Scared of what?" "I don't know, really." "Like I said, it's silly." "It's not silly." "Aunt Jean said you had a good imagination." "So she thought I was crazy." "No, she loved you." "She talked about you all the time." "She wrote you a tonne of letters." "She really wanted you to visit." "How did you know that?" "She told me." "Sounds like you two are pretty close." "For sure." "Now I get why you write scary stories." "Oh." "She told you that too, huh?" "It makes sense." "I mean, it's kind of scary out here where you live." "Especially at night." "You're a pretty smart girl." "You want to see your aunt?" "You know where she's buried?" "Of course." "Come on." "You going to write about this place?" "I might." "The best way to get past something you're afraid of is to write about it, I guess." "There it is." "Sometimes, when I walk by here at night..." "I'll pretend all the dead people are out of their coffins, just walking around." "I think you're the one with the imagination." "Nothing here can hurt me, though." "They're just decaying bodies." "Their souls have moved on." "Some in heaven, some not." "Some definitely not." "Are you okay, Jessie?" "Yeah." "Are you sure?" "Let's get out of here." "Are you sure you're okay?" "Something really scared you at that cemetery." "What was it?" "Aunt Jean, she's just right on the money." "I have an overactive imagination, that's all." "I guess." "It's just on overdrive, now that I'm here working on my book." "What?" "Ever since I've been here, people are looking at me funny." "That's Aunt Jean's nurse." "Her name's Evelyn." "You know her?" "I know everyone." "Can you hurry, please?" "Why don't you go pick yourself out something." "I'm going to go talk to her for a minute." "Anything I want?" "Whatever you want." "Nice." "Excuse me." "Hello." "Are you Nurse Evelyn?" "Please, I'm quite in a hurry." "No, I'm sorry to bother you." "I just want to talk to you for a minute." "You were with my aunt when she died." "You ready to pay?" "Leah, are you getting anything?" "Please talk to me." "The police already questioned me, all right?" "The police?" "Why would the police get involved?" " I thought it was an accident." " It was a terrible accident." "Now, please leave me alone." "This wasn't my fault." "I'm not accusing you of anything." "I..." "I took good care of her for a long time." "Then you understand I want to be left alone." "What are you not telling me?" "I'm leaving now." "Listen to me carefully." "Leave." "Did she say something to you before she died?" "I see a lot of things in my profession." "I see crippling, painful injuries." "I see disease eating away at life right before my very eyes." "But this was different." "What do you mean?" "Please." "Evil had a hand in this." "Wait!" "Wait, please!" "No, please talk to me." "Wait." "Please!" "Jessie, are you okay?" "Yeah." "Here you go." "Thank you." "You're so sweet." "Crazy day, huh?" "Did you know that Aunt Jean left the cabin to me?" "I figured." "It's not the reason I cam here, though." "I know." "You came to finish your book." "That's only part of it." "I came here to see if this place..." "This cabin is the reason that I write at all." "What do you mean?" "Like, inspiration?" "It's not just inspiration." "It's influence." "It's like it wants me to write." "Almost like I'm being used." "It can't be the happiest place to be creative in." "Not for someone like Aunt Jean." "She was old." "Not well." "Probably really weak." "They said she was fixing a light." "It's okay." "I'm sure she didn't feel much." "I know that probably doesn't make you feel any better." "It's okay." "It's late." "I should get going." "Don't want to be in the woods after dark, you know?" "Yeah." "Thank you so much for letting me spend the day with you." "Too much excitement, huh?" "I had a good time." "Hey, come by anytime." "I'm here for a few more days." "Well, I'll see you then." "Okay, bye." "You forgot your doll." "So," "Isabelle, huh?" "You know, my middle name is actually Bella." "Guess we have something in common." "Can you hear me?" "If you can hear me, blink your eye." "Go on." "One blink." "You see," "I'm trying to write a book about this place." "So I would appreciate any input I could get." "Think you can help me out?" "I didn't think so." "Shit." "Hello?" "In the name of the Father, and of the Son." "And of the Holy Ghost." "In the name of Jesus." "I order you, unclean spirit." "You are no longer welcome here." "I command you out." "God, the almighty creator, I cast you out!" "Hello?" "Hey, it's me." "Hey." "Did I wake you up?" "No, no, no." "It's fine." "I'm up." "You all right?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I'm fine." "I just wanted to check in." "Good, good." "How's the book coming?" "It's good." "Everything's great." "Are you sure?" "You..." "You got that tone in your voice." "No, no, no." "I'm fine, really." "Listen, do you think maybe you could come up here?" "Wait, are you kidding?" "It's just some things have been happening around here." "What do you mean?" "What kind of things?" "I don't know." "I kind of feel like I'm losing my mind." "Some company would be nice." "I don't believe this." "I thought you wanted to be alone." "I know." "I made a mistake." "I'm sorry." "Um..." "You know, I got to show a house tomorrow afternoon." "I guess I can come up after that." "Okay, fine." "Is that okay?" "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah, that'll be great." "I love you." "I love you too." "Bye." "Hi." "I was hoping you could help me find an address for a business." "It's called Delicacies." "3400 Dyson Road." "Thank you so much." "Leah?" "Oh, hey, George." "I thought you were someone else." "I guess so." "This girl, Leah." "She was here yesterday." "You been talking to Leah?" "Yeah." "We're sort of becoming friends." "Yeah." "Well, she doesn't waste any time getting to know newcomers, does she?" "But then again, you're no newcomer." "You know Leah?" "Oh, I know everyone around here." "I'm the caretaker." "Brought you some firewood." "Thank you." "There's some starter next to the fireplace." "That'll help you get it going." "And you're going to want to keep that fire going." "Because if a storm blows in around here, sometimes a good fire can be a lifesaver." "I'll remember that." "Make sure you open the flue and keep all those ashes swept out, all right?" "I'm way ahead of you." "All right." "I'll be on my way." "Oh, wait, George." "Can I ask you about this?" "Where'd you get that?" "Leah left it here." "You've become pretty good friends with Leah?" "I've met her." "She's an interesting girl." "Maybe you ought to be careful." "Careful?" "I don't understand." "You came up here to work, didn't you?" "You can't spend all your time talking to everybody you meet." "You got a lot of work to do." "But she's just a kid." "Yes." "And that's just a doll." "Just make sure you keep that fireplace going." "I'll see you soon." "Thanks for the ride." "They say it keeps bad spirits away." "Sorry?" "The lamp." "It's filled with consecrated holy oil." "How nice." "Yeah." "The churches use it to administer sacraments." "I just think they smell nice, myself." "Would you like to buy it?" "I can give you $60." "You got a deal." "Good." "Thank you." "Are you the original owner here?" "Going on 37 years now." "Times have changed since then, of course, but the town is just the same." "There you go." "Thank you." "I want to see if you remember a certain item that you sold." "Isabelle." "Yeah." "How do you know that?" "Where did you find it?" "It belongs to a girl." "It's an odd thing, isn't it?" "Yeah." "It is." "Do you know where it came from?" "If I'd known, I never would have taken it into my store, let alone sold it." "I knew there was something strange about that doll the day I laid eyes on it." "It always seemed to be watching me." "Then one day this nice woman came into the store." "She wanted to buy it." "I was happy to get rid of it." "It wasn't till later that I learned about the fire." "What fire?" "It was a while back." "The owner was said to dabble in the occult." "He died in the fire, along with his wife and three children." "When the police arrived, every bit of that house was burnt to a crisp." "All except for that doll." "It was found beneath the rubble." "Completely unscathed." "Is this the woman that you sold it to?" "Who are you?" "My name is Jessie, and that's my aunt." "Is she the one that you sold it to?" "No." "Never seen that woman before." "If you'll excuse me, I've got to close up." "Wait, ma'am." "Please." "I need to know." "I've told you." "I've told you everything I know." "Now, please take that thing and get out of here." "Don't come back." "Until this point, the young writer had no reasons to believe in such things." "Something about the lamp made her feel safe." "At the very least, it did smell nice." "Jesus." "Leah." " You scared the shit out of me." " You left the back door unlocked." "You ever hear of front doors?" " Do your parents know you're here?" " I don't know." "Why?" "Because they probably don't want you wandering around by yourself, hanging out with complete strangers." "Well, you're not a stranger." "No, I'm just a weirdo writer living in her dead aunt's cabin." "What are you doing out this late, anyway?" "I came to get Isabelle." "Listen, Leah, have you ever noticed anything strange about her?" "About Isabelle?" "I mean, do things ever happen with her?" "Like?" "Like, does she ever move around by herself?" " Okay, now I agree with the "weirdo" bit." " I'm serious." " So am I." " Leah." "No, my plastic doll does not move around by itself." "And I think the horror writing might be getting to your head." "Maybe you're right." "But I want you to leave it here." "You're not serious." "Give me the doll, Leah." "No." "Leah, please." "I said no." "It's not safe." "You can't have her!" "Leah!" "Who is it?" "Is Abigail here?" "Excuse me?" "Can I help you?" "Is Abigail here?" "I'm sorry, there's no Abigail here." "Are you lost?" "I saw the light and I thought maybe she'd be here." "No, I'm the only one here." "So cold." "I'm so cold." "Why don't you come inside." "Yes." "I've been cold for so long." "I'm Jessie." "Alix." "You must be freezing." "Let me get you something dry to put on." "I'm sorry." "I didn't realize that you were undressed." "I was just trying to stay warm." "Did you get separated from your friend?" "Abigail?" "Oh, yeah." "We were up at Hangman's Trail." "All of a sudden, this fog came over." "And I looked down at my compass, and I tried to fix it." "And when I looked back up... she was gone." "Well, you're more than welcome to stay the night." "I mean, if you want to wait for the storm to pass." "May I?" "Mmm!" "Oh!" "Thirsty?" "Yeah." "I guess I am." "You have such beautiful hair." "Thank you." "Do you mind?" "I'm sorry." "Is there something wrong?" "No, no, no." "Um, it's just..." "I'm sorry." "I..." "No, it's okay." "Just excuse me a minute." "Listen..." "Jesse." "I want to know what happened." "What are you talking about?" "George, either I'm losing my mind, or there's something very wrong going on out there." "And I think it has to do with Leah." "I told you to be careful." "Well, it all started right around the same time that doll showed up." "People thought these woods out here, they become haunted." "But I didn't believe it." "Not until the possession." "Possession?" "Yeah." "A little girl." "She.." "She became possessed out here." "You mean..." "I mean possessed." "Everybody thought she was sick, you know?" "Not right in the head." "But then when that doctor, he couldn't do nothing to help her." "Well, he called in that Catholic guy, and he knew all about all sorts of things." "You mean an exorcist?" "Yeah." "It was the most God-awful thing I ever seen." "Who was she?" "Well, it don't matter who it was." "The thing is that that priest fixed her, so there ain't no reason to talk about her anymore." "No, but George, listen please." "He may have gotten the demon out of that child, but I think that it's still out there." "In the woods." "And I'm scared." "I can't intervene." "Why won't anyone help me?" "You try asking God for help?" "He doesn't listen." "Oh, sure he does." "Well, then he's not answering." "Maybe you're not listening." "Let's see if you burn now, fucker." "Who's there?" "Who's there?" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Baby, baby, it's just us, it's just us." "It's okay, it's okay." "You fucking assholes." "You scared the shit out of me." "I'm sorry." "It was my brother's idea." "Get up." "That's bullshit." "I could have fucking killed you." "Wish you would have." "I told them not to do it." "How you doing, girl?" "Her?" "I'm the one who just got cracked in the head." "Yeah?" "Well, you deserved it." "Love you, Jessie." "Yeah, right." "They stopped by the apartment late last night." "I haven't seen them in three months." "I had to bring them." "And you're a jerk." "I'm sorry." "I told you, it wasn't my idea to scare you." "But admit it, it's good to see me, isn't it?" "Yeah." " Cool cabin." " Yeah, seriously." "Jessie, I don't blame you for getting spooked." "If I was out here all by myself, I'd be pretty freaked out." "Dude, Max, not helping man." "Yeah, Jessie." "What's up?" "Brian said you were a little on edge." "Well, Brian wasn't supposed to say anything." "Thanks." "Jessie, seriously, you see some freaky shit out here?" "Yeah." "These past few days have been the weirdest fucking days of my life." "Well, in that case, let's get wasted." "That's what I'm talking about." "You guys are killing me." "Lightweight." "Whatever." "I've been smoking a lot longer than you have, babe." "Wow, how proud you must be." "Hey." "You want another beer, Brian?" "Yeah." "So, baby..." "How's the book?" "Yeah, tell us." "It's good." "It's coming along, I guess." "Here you go." "What are you doing?" "Okay, back." "You'll get cut off." "Why?" "I'm not driving." "As if that would stop you." "Right, Mr. DUI." "Hey, I only have one DUI, and it was four years ago." "And it was bullshit." "Dad said you blew a .25." "It's not that high." "It's not..." "It's three times the legal limit." "Yeah." "You were probably seeing double." "Yeah, that's why you go to drive with one eye shut." "When the paramedics are scraping your body off the pavement." "They're not going to be scraping me." "They're going to be scraping you." "A drunk driver never dies." "You're such an asshole." "Yeah, why is that?" "What?" "Why is it that the drunk driver never gets hurt?" "Because when you're drunk" "And you don't tense up and then, you know, break a bone." "Those acts of God really salt the wounds, huh?" "I don't know if you can blame God for that." "Some asshole drinking too much Jãger and getting behind the wheel?" "God allowed it to happen." "Maybe God had nothing to do with it." "Maybe it was the devil." "What, you believe in God but you don't believe in the devil?" "I didn't say I believed in either." "That's a cop-out." "Whatever." "It is what it is." "Do you believe in the devil?" "Well, if there's a God there has to be a devil." "Everything has an opposite, right?" "I mean, for every good Samaritan in the world you have, at the other end, some sick fucking pedophile." "So, yeah." "I guess I do." "Jesus Christ." "Fuck." "Oh, now you're a believer, huh?" "Scared the shit out of me." "Okay, on that note, let's go to bed." "Why?" "Because of a little wind?" "No, because you're getting too drunk." "I want to fuck." "Oh, well, when you put it that way." "Come on." "You guys can use the bedroom in the back." "Don't do anything we wouldn't do, big brother." "Yeah, that's not saying much." "Good night, you two." "Good night." "Mad at me that I brought them?" "No." "It's nice to have company." "You..." "You had me worried on the phone." "Are you okay?" "I am now." "I'm so glad that you're here." "Me too." "Max." "What the fuck?" "I just saw something out the window." "You're tripping." "Max, I'm serious." "I don't see shit." "I swear to God I saw something." "Babe, it's just the woods." "Makes you see all kinds of shit." "You stay out here long enough, you're going to start tripping like Jessie did." "I'm going to go take a piss." "Max, just be quick, okay?" "I will." "Guys?" "Damn it, Marie." "Didn't you hear me knock?" "Hey." "Where's Max?" "Have you seen these?" "Seen what?" "I found them in the frame." "Oh, my God." "Jessie, what is it?" "It's her." "Who?" "Alix." "Who the hell's Alix?" "Jessie, what's happening?" "Max?" "Oh, my God." "That was him." "Brian!" "Jesus." "What?" "Brian, it's Max." "What?" "We heard screaming." "What?" "He's not in the house." "I looked everywhere." "All right, okay, calm down, calm down." "Calm down." "It's probably just another one of his pranks." "He stumbled off drunk somewhere." "Either way, I am going to kick his ass." "Brian, what are you doing?" "What do you mean what am I..." "I'm going to go out and find his dumb ass." "What if it's not a prank?" "What?" "Brian, what if it's not a prank?" "What do you think?" "Something dragged him out of here?" "Oh, Christ, Jessie, he is probably passed out in a bush somewhere." "He's fine." "We heard screaming." "Look, just stay here, all right?" "He's fine." "Brian, please." "He couldn't have gone far." "Wait." "Brian, please." "Guys, he is fine." "I will find him." "All right?" "I will be right back." "Promise?" "Yes." "Max!" "Where are you, man?" "Max?" "Come on, man." "Max!" "Max, where are you, man?" "Max?" "Jessie?" "Yeah?" "What did you see on those newspapers?" "Oh, my God." "It's Brian." "Brian?" "!" "That's him!" "Jessie, don't leave me." "Stay here." "Lock the doors, and I'll be right back." "Jessie, please." "Brian!" "Max?" "!" "Brian?" "Max?" "Brian!" "Brian!" "Brian, where are you?" "!" "Brian?" "Brian?" "Brian!" "Brian!" "Oh, Brian!" "No!" "Please!" "Please!" "Oh, my God!" "No!" "Marie?" "Leah?" "You're here, aren't you, Leah?" "Why don't you show yourself!" "What do you want from me?" "Why are you doing this?" "In the name of the Father and of the Son... and the Holy Ghost." "In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost," "I command you out." "Leave me alone!" "In the name of Jesus." "I order you, unclean spirit, out of this child." "And by the name of God, the almighty creator, I cast you out!" "Jessie." "I'll fucking..." "...kill you." "She got possessed out in these woods." "Who was she?" "Well, it don't matter who it was." "Hello, Jessie." "Who are you?" "I'm Leah, at least for the time being." "Did they think they were going to get rid of me that easily?" "I don't understand." "You really don't remember meeting me, Jessie?" "You were my first." "You let me in." "And then they had to go and call that fucking priest." "He drove me out of you, and you got away." "But I wasn't going anywhere." "So I hung around, feeding on the souls of the living." "There were those two sluts in the woods." "I must say, I enjoyed them fairly well." "And then your uncle brought that little bitch Leah along." "I used her the same way I used you." "And finally I found my way back into another body." "But I've always wanted you back, Jessie." "For years, I tried to get you to come." "Yeah." "She wrote you a tonne of letters." "She really wanted you to visit." "How did you know that?" "She told me." "I knew you'd come eventually if I got rid of your aunt." "And now I've got you back, Jessie." "I'm tired of this little slut spot." "Now I have you." "Forever." "Help me." "Thank you." "I'm sorry." "George." "George, it's Jessie." "I'm at the cabin." "Please." "It killed them." "I need you to come." "George, can you hear me?" "Please help me." "I killed Leah." "George, can you hear me?" "I've been waiting a long time for this, Jessie." "Now I have you." "And I'm not just going to take your body." "I'm going to swallow your soul." "Swallow this, you fuck!" "Jessie." "You're safe now." "Do you believe in the devil, George?" "Oh, I suppose everything has an opposite." "Who are you?" "I told you, Jess." "I'm the caretaker." "Here you go." "Thanks." "Hi." "This is so exciting." "I'm a really big fan." "Oh, thank you." "Make it out to Susan, please." "Okay." "Sometimes I feel like when I'm reading your work it's like it really happened." "It's silly, but..." "Of course." "Thank you." "Thank you so much." "Nice to meet you." "Can you sign an autograph for my daughter?" "Yes." "Do you have a book?" "No." "No, that's okay." "I was hoping you could sign this." "She made me come here."