"In December 1914, a series of horrific murders were committed at a remote ranch." "Police were never able to identify a suspect." "In December 1944, again, a series of horrific murders occurred at the same remote ranch." "Again, police were never able to identify a suspect." "In December 1994, again, a series of gruesome murders took place at the same ranch." "And once again, police were never able to identify a suspect." "Harold!" "Harold, please!" "Harold!" "It's so peaceful way out here." "Yeah, maybe that's why it was so inexpensive." "Honestly, I can't believe this house was on the market for over five years." "Maybe it was just waiting." "For us." "Yeah." "Yeah, I like that." "Hey, with all the money we saved up we should probably knock out that barn." "Or like, build like a shop or a greenhouse." "Yeah." "A greenhouse sounds nice." "Hey, you know what else would be nice?" "If Neil and Emma actually showed up on time for once." "Just for once." "They were supposed to be here two hours ago." "Well, maybe we could go check out the inside while we wait." "Yeah, let's do that." "So..." "About this furniture." "What about this furniture?" "Maybe we can sell all of it on craigslist, make some money and buy some different furniture?" "Aw, I think it fits." "Yeah, I think it'd fit for somebody." "I don't think it fits for us though." "No, it adds to the whole country charm." "Yeah well, I bought this place 'cause you wanted to be in the country." "Even though it added an hour to my commute." "Neil said it was only thirty minutes." "Well, Neil is thirty minutes closer to the office." "You sound just like Martha." "When are you gonna start calling my mom mom?" "Whenever she stops treating me like Satan incarnate." "She does not, she treat you like... really?" "She told me I was poisoning you." "That's because you didn't know" "I was allergic to shellfish." "No, it was before that." "Can we not talk about my mom?" "Um, hey." "Hey." "Hey, yeah, sorry we're late." "It's Neil's fault." "What, my fault?" "Yes honey, I told you that the truck would be ready two hours ago but you said no." "Yeah, well looks like we timed this just right." "Otherwise." "Alright man, you and me on box patrol and girl time." "What's up, man, love you." "Boxes are right there." " Over here?" " Yeah, yeah." "Dude, you know this house is wicked old." "Yeah, tell me about it." "You know..." "You ever heard the story?" "No, what story?" "Neil, not tonight, okay?" "I mean, they're just moving... there's no story." "There's a story." "It was back in 1969." "Or '79, no 1969, yeah." "Their names?" "Their names were George and Martha." "Neil can never get the names right." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no." "Their names were Abe and Mary." "Abe and Mary Lincoln." "Abe and Mary Johnson, I'm positive." "Okay, really Neil," "I don't think that Anne and Harold are in the mood to hear one of your ghost stories." "It's not a ghost story." "It's..." "It's a dead story." "It's the type of story that'll get you dead." "Ooh." "Anyways, I don't know all of the details." "He doesn't know any of the details." "But they say that one morning at like 2:00 am, that's the bewitching hour and all." "You mean 12:00 am." "Harold, you mind if I tell the story?" "Thanks, bud." "Anyways, it's 2:00 am because that's when" "Jesus was killed or something like that." "Resurrected." "Whatever." "But one morning Mary wakes up at 2:00 am and just rolls over in bed and plunges a butcher knife straight into Abe's chest." "For no reason." "A few days later, when the sheriff shows up, he found good ol' Abe just a-swinging in the barn." "All the while, good ol' Mary's just sitting in the front lawn just catching some rays." "She was covered with blood but it was like she didn't even know what happened." "And here's the kicker." "When the sheriff asked her why she did it, she paused and said, "i didn't do it." ""The ghost killed him."" "The ghost." "She said the ghost of this house." "Good old Mary gave Abe 40 whacks!" "Ho ho, but they never could find the murder weapon." "Who the hell's that?" "Mom." "I hope I'm not intruding but I knew this was your first night." "No, come in." "Well, I am intruding." "Well, just for a moment." "Hi." "It was such a long drive." "You remember Neil and Emma." "Well, I might be old but I'm not senile." "They were at your wedding." "I see that you have prepared a delicious meal for your guests." "You might want to save this for another night." "Okay." "I see that you have drank the cheap stuff." "Well..." "I will talk to you tomorrow." "It's good to see all of you again." "You too." "I want the best for you, my son." "It's the way of the world that sons just don't listen to their mothers anymore." "Goodnight, goodnight everyone." "God." "Wow." "Well, who needs ghost stories when you've got her." "Enough." "She's unbearable, man." "So Harold, Anne tells me that you're starting a new project at working or something?" "Yeah, it's..." "Well, it's not that big of a deal but it's a promotion and a little more pay." "A lot more hours." "But it's good." "Neil, no more, okay?" "We really should be going." "Honey, you're the designated driver, remember?" "Yeah." "Maybe you two should just spend the night." "What?" "In some house where some angry wife killed her husband?" "A story you made up, by the way." "It's a true story and it happened here." "That's okay." "I haven't unpacked the butcher knives yet." "Psycho." "Why did Emma marry that guy?" "He's such a jerk." "Hey, why did you marry me?" "I mean, I'm sure your mother gave you an extensive list detailing the reasons why you shouldn't marry me and..." "Anne, stop it." "You gotta get these ideas of her not liking you out of your head." "She knows I love you." "Because of that, she loves you." "You just gotta try harder." "Me?" "You want me to try harder?" "Mhm." "Harold, your mom hates me." "And the reason why we moved here is because of your mom." "You picked this house." "You wanted this house." "Yeah, to get away from her." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "I don't want to fight." "This is our first night in our new house." "Please?" "Okay." "So our first night in the new house and all we have is." "Neil's story." "Yeah." "Is is true?" "Was somebody actually killed in this house?" "In this bed?" "No." "No." "I even checked the public service records." "There's nothing." "It's just a story." "Okay?" "Okay." " Okay." " Okay." "I'm just really sick of you making my friends feel so uncomfortable." "Babe, it was just a joke." "Well, it was a bad joke." "Well, whatever, why would I care?" "You know, if you need anything." "I know, you're just a few minutes away." "Yeah, well when we get back from Maui." "Well, thank you." "No problem." "God, it's about freakin' time." "I have to get to the office." "The commute, it's gonna be a long day, long night." "Okay." "I'll miss you." "I'll miss you too." "I love you." "Love you too." "Shit." "Hello?" "Is someone downstairs?" "No, no, no, no." "Please no, no, no, no." "It's all in your head." "It's all in your head." "It's all in your head." "We talked about this." "Babe, we got the house, we're out of the city." "It'd just be a really good spot to raise a kid." "Harold, not yet." "Please." "I don't get it." "I mean, it's not like you have a career." "I don't have a career?" "Harold, your car?" "The last calendar shoot paid for your car." "And the down payment on this house." "I'm sorry." "I misspoke." "I didn't mean to say it like that I just, you don't have a typical job." "You don't have to go to an office from nine to five and you don't have a commute." "You're just at the house all day." "And I just really, really, really want kids." "So do I." "Did you speak to your mom?" "No, why?" "Don't lie to me." "She spoke to you again, didn't she?" "Anne, it's not crazy." "She wants grandkids." "And with last year's scare." "Scare?" "She was in the hospital, Anne." "Yeah, she was in the hospital because she had an infection from a Botox injection." "The point is, she's not the only one." "I don't want to be 50 and my son be in kindergarten." "I want to go out there and throw the football with him." "I don't wanna throw out my back." "I really, really want this." "I need this, Anne." "I know." "I hear you, okay?" "Just next year." "I promise." "You promise promise?" "I promise promise." "I mean, it's just really weird." "Why wouldn't you put the light switch inside a closet?" "I don't know, maybe it was just an afterthought." "Baby, you always do this." "You overanalyze and you overthink everything." "Just let it go, it's not that big of a deal." "Yeah, but I mean, what about the other things that were moved, like the furniture?" "We're just stressed out." "It's a new house, you just finished a huge photo shoot with Duncan." "You know how you get on photo shoots." "You're not getting a lot of sleep." "I know." "We both know ghosts aren't real, right?" "Right." "How was your day?" "Was the commute better?" "Yeah, I mean no." "It's a little bit longer but it's okay." "It was a long day at the office though." "I'm getting pretty tired." "Maybe we should go to bed." "Really?" "Yeah." "Come here." "Upstairs." "Babe." "Harold!" "Harold!" "Harold, please!" "Harold!" "Neil and your stupid stories." "Hey." "How are you?" "I'm fine." "I'm sorry, just a new house and Neil's stupid story and..." "It's probably just too much pizza and wine." "I'm fine." "Good." "Those boxes, do you think you could take 'em out?" "Out to the barn?" "Yeah." "I mean, if you're not doing anything." "No, it's fine, I got it." "I just, I come home at 12:00 am and it's just." "Yeah, I know." "I know, I can do it." "Okay." "Gonna walk me out?" " Yeah." " Okay." "Bored, really?" "Drive two hours." "Spend 12 hours trying to impress the boss because I'm a company man." "Then I get to come home to a loving wife that does not want kids." "And apparently is seeing a ghost." "Must be nice being bored." "Harold, you should really just audio books or..." "Emma!" "Hey, how how are you?" "Yeah, you all packed?" "Aw." "I know, I really wish we could go with you guys but" "Harold has a huge project so yeah, it's not gonna work out." "Hey, Emma, can i ask you something?" "Do you hear noises?" "No, I know, I just." "Maybe it was just this old house that needs to be updated." "But I brought it up to Harold and we got in this huge argument and..." "Yeah, no we're fine it's just that he said photography isn't a..." "I'm sorry, yeah he said photography isn't a career." "Yeah, and then he brought up the whole kids thing again." "No, yeah, you know, I do want kids it's just that" "I want to make sure it's what we want and not something that his mom is pushing, you know?" "Yeah." "Hey, okay this is a stupid question again but, was there really a woman that killed her husband in this house?" "I know, it's Neil." "Where did you find that guy anyway?" "I hope you have a great trip." "Well, I'll let you go and get packed and have a safe trip to Hawaii." "I love you too." "Babe, it's so late." "I know." "It's probably gonna be like this every night until the project is done." "Is it worth it?" "What'd you say?" "Is it worth it?" "Yeah, it's worth it." "Of course it's worth it." "I mean, a it shows Mr. Jones" "I can handle an executive level account and b it's that much closer to the promotion." "Which means a lot of money." "Yeah, but it's just money." "It's just money." "Well, you need to understand that just because my family comes from money does not mean it didn't take a lot of hard work and sacrifice." "My dad worked his ass off for his family." "Yeah, and he died of a heart attack." "He died from a heart attack from his lifestyle, not his work load." "You wanted this house and I'm trying my hardest to make sure that happens." "No, we wanted this house." "My point is that I'm in the office 12 hours a day." "Not for me, for us." "I work my ass off for us because I need to provide, Anne." "I have to provide, do you understand that?" "I'm sorry, it's just that I'm so lonely here." "Okay, I'm here all day by myself in this big house and..." "You know, one of the things that I love about you is that you are like your father and that you do make sacrifices for your wife." "And your future family." "I'm sorry." "Thank you." "Hello?" "Who are you?" "Hey!" "Who are you?" "!" "Shit!" "Holy shit, Anne!" "What are you doing?" "What the fuck is that?" "Anne!" "Anne!" "Put the knife down." "Put the knife down!" "Holy shit!" "What the fuck are you doing?" "What is this?" "Where'd you find this?" "I'm sorry." "Anne, where did you find this?" " I'm sorry!" " What are you doing?" "You don't know?" "It was just in my hand, i don't know what it is." "Fuck, Anne!" "You can't answer me, you don't know where you've been." "You're trying to stab me while I'm sleeping." "I'm sorry." "Are you, fuck!" "Harold." "Harold." "Harold." "Harold, I'm so sorry." "Anne, you scared the shit outta me." "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm sorry?" "I didn't know that I had the knife in my hand and..." "She led me." "I am so tired of going over this again and again." "I got less than four hours to go to bed, there's no way I'm going to bed." "Might as well just go to work right now." "I'm sorry." "You know, if you don't like this house just tell me." "I'll understand." "What I'm not gonna understand is this:" "You playing games." "You know what?" "I'm not sorry." "You never believe me so why should I expect you to change?" "Okay." "Well, I believed you when you told me that someone stole your lenses." "They did." "Well, your assistant found them in the laundry room." "And I believed you when you said you lost your engagement ring." "It was stolen." "Yeah, about that." "My mom found it in your jewelry box." "I saw a ghost or something." "From Neil's story, the woman who murdered her husband in this house?" "I mean, maybe she wants my help or something." "Okay, listen!" "I want you to listen to me, okay?" "And listen good." "If Neil's story was true and this ghost needed your help, why, why?" "That doesn't make any sense to me." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm tired." "And all I want to do is go upstairs, take a shower, regroup and get to work." "Well, it's still early, why don't we just go back to bed?" "No, no, no, if I go to work then I'll get there before anyone else does," "I'll finish that project and I'll get to leave early." "Then see you sooner." "That's good, right?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "I need to start doing this more often." "I mean, I hit no traffic today." "Yeah, and that way we can have dinner together." "So how was your day?" "It was fine." "Just fine." "Well I'm starving and this looks delicious." "Me too." "Hey, um, forgive me?" "For what?" "Last night and this morning." "Ghosts." "Listen, if it makes you cook my favorite dinner." "And makes you dress like that every night, then baby, you can keep seeing whatever it is that you think you're seeing." "I'm gonna go get the wine." "I'll get it." "No." "To our new lives." "Cheers." "No." "No, please." "Not again." "Please, leave me alone!" "Anne, Anne, look at me." "Baby, look at me, look at me." "It's okay." "You were out for pretty much the entire day." "I called Dr. chambers, you remember him, right?" "Anne, can you tell me what happened?" "I, um..." "I saw a ghost and I followed her out into the woods and..." "I thought she was trying to kill me." "Alright." "From what you've told me about the stress of moving into a new house, the ridiculous story of a murder by your friend and possible marital problems." "Look my dear, what your husband told you about ghosts not being real is true." "That story by Neil about the murder, didn't happen." "I know the mind can be very persuasive." "Anne, there's no reason to be alarmed, this is not a lasting condition." "Condition?" "Now, if I thought that the ghost you were seeing were individuals of people you knew and you were possibly involved in some sort of violence in some way or vice versa, then I would be concerned." "You see, psychological disorders usually manifest themselves in a patient when they see themselves exerting control and power, usually displayed in the form of violence over an adversary, someone they dislike." "Now, this ghost that you saw." "Was it someone you knew?" "No." "A former boyfriend?" "A former employer?" "Your mother-in-law?" "No!" "That's it then." "I'm gonna prescribe a mild sedative." "And this will help you get some rest, get some sleep." "You know, and get you better." "Look, dreams can seem very real." "That's why in the rare occasion when somebody's dreaming and they fall, they can actually die." "But I know that transferring the blame may help but ghosts aren't real." "My point is that sometimes dreams and visions, they're just that, they're dreams and visions." "Alright?" "So, this sedative will help diminish the stress and diminish the feeling that these dreams and visions are real." "You'll be fine." "Do you have any questions?" "No." "Get some rest." " Thank you doctor." " She'll be fine." "They are real." "Harold, why don't you belie..." "Why is your mother here?" "Babe, she's here to help." "We saved you some supper." "Harold's favorite." "Meatloaf with mashed potatoes." "Yeah, hi Mr. Jones." "Yeah, I know what time it is." "But it's important." "Well, my wife Anne, she stumbled and hit her head and..." "No, she's okay, I took her to a doctor but he wants her to stay home just in case she's concussed." "No, I think she'll be fine but um," "I guess the reason I'm calling you is because I'm..." "I'm not gonna be able to make that 10 o'clock meeting." "Yeah." "No, I mean, I know, I'm the one that set it up but I just..." "Yeah, Mr. Jones, i completely understand." "I get how important it is and..." "Yeah." "No, this is..." "Right, and no I do love working there at the office and you can definitely count on me I just..." "Right." "I understand." "Okay." "Sounds good." "Talk to you then." "Fuck." "Hey babe." "You know that guy that found me in the woods?" "Yeah." "Do you think you could ask him to come out here tomorrow?" "Tell me what happened?" "Do you think that'll help?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I'll make the call tomorrow." "Thank you." "Hey honey, hi." "This is Doug, he's the one that found you in the woods." "Nice to meet ya." "This is my son here." "Thank you so much." "You're welcome." "Harold, the weather's getting bad." "Can you show me where you found me?" "Well, yes ma'am, of course." "You stay here." "Right this way." "You know, we really should have her committed." "Mom, I don't." "Just for observation." "Think about it." "We really want to do what's best for Anne, don't we?" "I have to go to work." "Maybe it's not proper for her to go out in the woods with another man." "Mom, I love you." "I love you too." "So, what were you doing on the day that you found me?" "Well I was actually hunting deer." "Really?" "I didn't know it was hunting season." "No, ma'am, I have a license to hunt all year 'round." "I could show you if you like." "Well, you were right here, this is where I found ya." "You were in a real bad way." "What do you mean, bad way?" "Well, your face was pale, your body was cold." "I thought you were dead." "I didn't do anything ma'am, I promise." "I just checked your pulse and..." "She's a tramp." "She's nothing but a god damn tramp." "Well, I hope to never see ya out there again like that." "It was nice to meet ya." "Thanks, you too." "I need to go to the store." "You don't have one percent milk." "Harold has to have one percent milk." "And there are evidently a few other things that you don't think that he needs." "Martha, i... now, I'll be gone for an hour." "Do you think you can keep from going completely bonkers for one hour?" "Answer me." "Are you a monkey?" "It's a yes or no question." "I will be fine." "This is my house!" "Come on." "Okay." "Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up." "God damn it!" "Hi, yes this is Mrs. Harris, may I speak with Harold please?" "No, this is really important, please." "Thank you." "Hi Harold, please." "Please, there's somebody in this house." "You need to come home." "No, she left!" "Harold, please." "Please, Harold, please just come here." "Please." "Okay." "Anne!" "Mom!" "Anne!" "Thank god." "What's going on?" "I just hauled ass all the way from the office." "Harold, we need to get out of here." "Why are all these bags out?" "We need to leave, it's not safe." "Where are we gonna go?" "What are you talking about?" " I don't know." " Where's mom?" "She left." "Why are you packing, what are these bags?" "Harold, it is not safe here, okay, please?" "Where are we gonna go?" "I don't know." "But baby, this house, there's something really wrong here and you need to trust me." "Please." "Okay." "Okay." "Just grab that and I'll grab this." "Harold hurry, come on." "Okay, hold on." "What is going on?" "I don't know, it's just not starting." "I don't know what's going on with it." "We have to go." "Fuck, I can't go anywhere, Anne." "It won't start." "Just calm down, just..." "Fuck." "My mom's here." "Harold, honey... mom, you were not supposed to leave Anne!" "I was only gone for just a few minutes." "She called me in a panic, i left the office early." "I didn't even tell Mr. Jones." "Now my car won't start!" "It'll be fine." "Anne and I will have a nice talk," "I'll fix her a glass of tea and you need to get on back to work." "I'll tell ya, you need to keep your job and thank goodness Mrs. Jones and I are good friends." "Mom, my car won't start." "Here, take my car." "It's gonna be okay, okay?" "Alright." "Just talk to Anne please." "I will." "If you don't get out of this car and march up to that house right now, I'll kill you!" "Anne, sit down." "Look at me." "I have to get back to work." "But mom promised me she's gonna stay with you." "Listen, here take this." "Take that." "Trust me." "You better hurry." "I'll take good care of her, I promise." "Okay, mom." "Okay, mom, I just gave her a pill so she's gonna be asleep for at least a couple of hours." "Asleep?" "No, I don't want to go asleep." "The ghost..." "Ghost, really?" "Everyone knows ghosts aren't real." "I told you before you married her that she was loony." "Mom, I can't do this right now." "I'm sorry." "You might be right." "Maybe she does have some issues." "But the point is I need you." "You could move." "I mean, there's a nice house just two blocks from where I live." "There's no way I can do that." "All of my savings I put in for a down payment on this house." "And with the market the way it is, there's no way I'll get my money back." "I could give you a loan." "A loan?" "Why is she here?" "See?" "She's hallucinating again." "She doesn't even remember that I was here." "Mom, stop." "I just gave her a pill." "I've been here all day, honey." "Why can't you stay?" "Anne, you have got to stop acting like this." "I have to go to work and you know that." "Look at me." "Mom's doing us a huge favor by staying here with you." "Do you understand that?" "I don't have time for this." "I have to go to work." "She'll take care of you." "Mom, please take care of her because I love her." "So..." "My son has gone and married a crazy bitch who thinks she sees ghosts." "Now it's just you and me." "All alone." "I wanna ask you something." "Why the fuck did you marry my son?" "Is it for the money?" "No." "He said you had your own money." "From selling those slutty calendars of naked women." "Yeah." "I've seen your work." "You call yourself a photographer?" "You're nothing but a pornographer." "And you know what?" "You're gonna go to hell, that's where you're going." "You're afraid of ghosts?" "The only thing you need to fear around here is me." "You little tramp." "I'll kick your ass." "Trying to take over my son's life?" "You're nothing but a little bitch!" "I'll show you." "No, there's a ghost in the closet!" "No!" "The ghost is in the closet?" "Okay." "I'll show you." "Let me out!" "When Howard finds out what you're doing!" "Martha!" "Martha, the ghost is in here!" "Martha!" "You know what you are?" "You're a whore." "Please, Martha!" "Please, the ghost is in here." "You're a harlot!" "The killer is in here, please." "Please, please, help me, Martha!" "That ghost's in here!" "There's no such thing as ghosts!" "Anne." "Anne, honey." "Are you alright?" "You little bitch!" "I'm gonna kill you!" "Where are you?" "Anne?" "Mom?" "Anne!" "?" "Mom!" "Anne!" "?" "Mom?" "Fuck." "Can you tell me what happened?" "I know this is a difficult situation but I have to ask you some questions." "Do you know where she could've went?" "When was the last time you saw Mrs. Harris?" "Does she have a history of mental illness?" "Is she on any medication?"