Other People, The (2025)

[bunniefuu]

No! He's going to get me. No!

Tickle bees!

So, what do you think, kiddo?

-Smells like cigarettes.

-Oh.

Well, yeah. The previous owners

were smokers,

but I've already put a call in

to the cleaning company we use.

A little shampoo on the carpet,

some air freshener.

Good as new.

See? We're going

to be just fine.

Well, it should be all ready

by tomorrow afternoon.

Oh. Sounds good.

Well, the movers should be here

with the rest of the stuff by then.

Perfect. Well, I will

get out of your hair,

but let me know if

you have any problems.

Will do. Thank you.

Wow. Should we lock up?

What are you doing, Daddy?

I just wanted to see

if anybody would answer.

-Should we get some lunch?

-Yeah.

Let's do it.

-What do you want?

-Chicken.

Chicken. Good Choice.

Well, look, I appreciate you

showing me around.

I'm looking forward to meeting

the rest of the team.

Won't take very long.

Just me

and Miss Polly Pocket Science.

Well, good to know

you guys get along.

Yeah.

Here's the team.

-Hi. Hi Miss Craddock.

-Hi.

-Dr. William Mar--

-William Francis Marsh,

a leading authority

on memory and perception.

Your research is inspired.

I read your book twice.

-Oh. Well.

-Sorry. I'm talking too much.

No. I'm flattered.

I feel like more

people participated

in the study than read the book,

-but thank you.

-Sure.

Stop it.

It's nice to finally meet you, Dr. Marsh.

Yeah, the pleasure's mine.

Yeah.

Oh, hey. Your kid, she's--

Oh, she'll be alright.

No, we need the mask.

Hey, there.

Shh. It's okay.

I like your mask.

Is your Mommy or Daddy around?

This is an awfully big place for

such a small girl

to be wandering,

even if she is a

graceful monkey dancer.

Do you like dancing?

I was going to

finish rehearsing.

You want me to teach you?

I'll tell you what.

We'll practice

through a few steps,

and then maybe you can help me

find your folks.

That sound like a plan?

Okay, great.

Stand right there.

Place your feet.

Exactly. Someone's

done this before.

Okay. It's an eight count.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

One. Two. Three. Four.

-You're getting it. Five. Six--

-Hey!

Hey! There you are.

What are you doing? I thought

I told you to stay close.

Sorry, Daddy.

Who's your friend here?

-Rachel Myers. Nice to meet you.

-Hi, I'm William.

I'm Abby Marsh.

Abby Marsh is a real funny name

for a gorilla.

Look, Rachel, thank

you for watching her.

I-- God, I thought I'd lost

her there for a second, so

Oh. Well, don't mistake

this for altruism.

This university

houses the state's

largest banana cache,

and I've been tasked with guarding it, so

Holding up a monkey like this

is just kind of my job--

Gorillas are apes.

Oh, really? Are they?

Well, The Book of Banana

Bylaws clearly states that

"Any and all great

apes be escorted

forthwith to the

banana storehouses

to have banana-related fun

playing banana-related games."

There's no banana storehouses.

There is too.

But it's for apes,

not giggly little girls.

Hey, what are you

doing right now?

We were gonna go

get some coffee.

You wanna get some

coffee or something?

Uh

Well, that is very

presumptuous of you, professor.

Abby Marsh, would you

like to get a coffee with me?

Great.

Then it's a date.

I just need to finish

setting up for class,

and then we'll go.

-Okay.

-Okay.

Hey, Abby, you wanna show your

dad the dance that we learned?

Yeah!

Alright.

Oh, no.

I don't think that's a good idea.

I wouldn't know what to do.

Oh, come on, Pops. It's easy.

Yeah. Come on, Pops.

-Alright.

-Put your stuff down. Come on, let's try.

Yeah. Okay. Yeah.

-You, mister, come with me this way.

-Yes. Okay.

Stand right here.

Very nice.

First position.

-Okay.

-First position.

Very nice.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

One. Two.

Three. Four.

Five. Six.

Seven. And

Big finish.

Oh, coming in and hey-o-ba-ba.

Thank you. Thank you.

Very good.

-Thanks--

-Tag! You're it!

How's it going? Good.

When do we get cake?

Yeah, Billy,

-when are we going to get cake?

-Don't be rude.

Oh, please, just call me William.

Well, alright then.

Ah, sh*t. Got a cold one.

Bodies turn up in this town

like they're on sale.

Jesus Christ, Dad. You are not at

the cop bar with your buddies.

-What?

-You are at a children's birthday party--

You know what?

I think now

is the perfect time for cake.

Who wants cake?

-Me! Me!

-Be safe.

Sorry.

-That's all good.

-Rachel?

Can I take some cake to Eric?

Umm

How about I save him a piece

for later?

Okay?

Thanks, Rachel.

Okay, everyone.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Abby

Happy birthday to you

Make a wish, kiddo.

I wish you could have

come to my party.

I know everyone would like you.

How was your cake?

Here. Take this.

There. Now it's much easier

to see your face.

You know, every time

I do dishes, I think

of that movie, Adventures

in Babysitting,

where the kid shoots

the dishes with a shotgun.

You mean, Don't Tell Mom

the Babysitter's Dead.

Nah, I'm pretty sure it's

Adventures in Babysitting.

The dishes are done, man!

Yeah, Adventures in Babysitting.

Right.

Is that the one

where Kelly Bundy and

her brother have to

fend for themselves

because the old woman

who was supposed

to watch them dies

of natural causes?

Yeah.

And no one knew she was dead,

so they couldn't tell

their mom about it.

Yeah.

Dammit.

TV rots your brain.

You know what? I don't know if I've

ever seen Adventures in Babysitting.

Oh.

What a mess.

Emily, you know you don't

have to stay and do this.

No, I know. I-- I want to.

I gave Abby a piece

of cake for Eric.

Rachel

You know what? Then you can deal

with her when she OD's on glucose.

Sorry.

But she asked.

And it was her birthday,

and I didn't know what to do.

Still getting used to all this.

Rachel, you can't keep

supporting this Eric business.

Is it really so bad that she

has an imaginary friend?

It's not healthy.

There's a room full of people,

and it's Eric, this and Eric that.

She's coping. New school.

New house. sh*t's tough.

It's normal for her to

create someone to confide in.

Yeah, but she's obsessed.

I mean, how is she supposed

to make any new friends?

Rachel's right.

I used to tell all my secrets to

this little teddy bear named Petey.

It was safe, you know?

He's soft and cuddly, and

sometimes that's just easier.

Hell, I think I still have him.

Does that make me

scarred? Damaged?

-That's not what I'm talking about.

-No?

It's just when

you encourage her.

I don't know, I just, I feel like

the bad guy on this, you know?

So don't be the bad guy.

Let her play her games

and draw in her little books.

You know, just have fun with her.

A healthy imagination is one

thing, but right now she needs

a parent, not a buddy.

I just don't want to lose her

down the rabbit hole.

She'll be fine.

Remember in the end,

Alice wakes up in time for tea.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Okay.

It's finished.

See? This is Daddy.

This is Rachel.

This is me, and this is you.

All one happy family.

Don't shake your head.

I know Daddy and

Rachel will love you,

and you will love them.

What are you afraid of?

Hey, give that back.

Where are you going?

Hey, kiddo, it's time for bed.

I want to play with Eric.

No more Eric tonight,

okay? That's it.

Come on, let's go.

Abby, what do we do

with toys after play?

We put them away so we don't

fall and knock our teeth out.

That's right.

And we all want to keep

our teeth, don't we?

Happy birthday.

-Thanks.

-Did you have a fun day?

What's wrong?

I miss her too.

I love you.

I love you. You know that, right?

More than anything in

the whole wide world.

Goodnight. Sleep tight.

And don't let the bedbugs bite.

Goodnight, Eric.

Goodnight, Abby.

Hi.

Hey.

She asleep?

Yeah.

-Would you hurry up?

-I'm going.

Fast as I can.

Hey! No biting!

Whoops.

-Daddy!

-Oh, sh*t.

Daddy! Daddy!

Goddammit.

Abby?

No! Daddy!

-No!

-Hey, what's going on? Hey!

Don't let him get me!

Nobody's going to get you, honey.

I'm right here.

He's here! The scary man!

Don't let him get me!

Alright, honey.

Nobody's going to get you, okay?

Here, look, I'll show you.

-Okay? I'll show you.

-No, Daddy, don't!

See?

Look, Abby.

Under the bed.

He's under the bed!

Alright, alright.

I'll check. Okay?

-No.

-Alright, Daddy's checking, okay?

No.

-Nobody's under the bed. It's just us.

-He was here.

He was here.

-I promise he was here, Daddy.

-Okay.

Look, I think you just

need to get back to sleep.

No. Don't make me stay here.

I can't stay here.

No!

Okay. Alright.

Come on. I got ya.

Hello.

Oh, I got you, kiddo.

Look, I'll stay here with you

all night if I need to, okay?

Here, honey. Drink this.

It'll help you sleep.

-Thank you.

-Mm-hmm.

It was just a bad dream.

It wasn't a dream.

It was a man.

Honey, just drink

your milk, alright?

You're going to be fine.

Maybe y'all should

just come to bed.

No, we don't want

to bother you.

Go in there. I'll stay with

her tonight. Go get some rest.

I got this.

At least someone slept.

Yeah.

-You gonna be okay?

-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I'll pull it together.

I'll put the kettle on.

Where losing doesn't

Hurt like this

Of all the space you

Said we need to take

It won't change what I meant.

Only wanted to love

And to be loved.

Rachel? This isn't

the right way.

Says who?

But school is that way.

I know.

Want my body

Shattered with song

Stand still, boy.

In darkness there is no shadow.

What the hell?

I just bought this.

-Daddy!

-Hey!

Oh, wow. Looks like

somebody had some fun today.

We thought you might

be a little bit

angry about that,

so we brought home

-pizza!

-Pizza!

And

-movies!

-Movies.

So now, Abby, why

don't you show your

Daddy the new dress

that you bought,

-and I'll start the oven?

-Okay.

What are you doing?

You can't pull her out

of school on a Tuesday.

Come on, one day is not going

to affect her SAT scores.

Lighten up, she's excited.

Rachel, where are my deely bobbers?

They are right here.

Your daddy will bring them to you.

Oh, wow. These are cool.

Did you get me a pair?

- What's that noise?

- Oh, I don't know.

I kind of fell half asleep.

For a moment, I thought it

was something from a dream.

It's somewhere in the house!

Yeah, it's on the floor above.

Not directly over us. Probably

a room overlooking the driveway.

What a sweetheart, huh?

It was nice to see

her smile so big.

Sometimes you just

need a little spoiling.

Yeah, we all do.

She didn't mention Eric.

Not once.

Who needs imaginary boys when

you're having so much real fun?

Yeah, you were right.

I'm sorry, I don't think

I heard that last part.

You were right.

Don't you forget it.

You feeling alright?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Just tired.

Yeah, we both could use a rest.

Hey, what do you say we put her

back in her own bed tonight?

We could use the break.

Okay.

Alright. Come on, sweetheart.

Come on.

Oh, come here.

Oh, goodness.

Alright.

Well, doctor, in the layman's language

he didn't know what hit him.

I'll be back bright and early

in the morning.

Neither snow, nor

rain, nor heat,

nor gloom of night

stays these couriers

from the swift completion of

their appointed rounds.

A lot of people are due for a

shock when I close this case.

Yes, I'm sure they are.

Goodnight, Andy. Don't get hurt.

Okay. Goodnight, sweetheart.

Sweet dreams.

Daddy?

Daddy? Where are you?

Honey, what's going on?

I don't wanna sleep alone.

-You're going to be fi--

-Daddy, I'm scared!

There's nothing to be scared of.

Morning's going to be here

before you know it, okay?

He'll get me again.

Nobody's going

to get you, honey.

Can I sleep in your room?

Alright, fine. Let's go. Come on.

Alright. Go, lie down.

Will, come on, you're

going to be late.

Will, I'm still

smelling cigarettes.

You got to call that

company back about the--

Get your fill, snack monster?

Huh?

Here, smell this.

I don't know.

I just don't smell it.

It is driving me crazy.

Just kind of wafts by

every now and again.

Well, I've been meaning to

call the cleaning company.

I just keep forgetting.

Hey, have you seen

my other sock?

The operative word in

that question is my.

Helpful.

Well, it's not like it just

walked away. Here, put this on.

Go get the rest of your stuff.

Abby! Come and say goodbye

to your Daddy, sweetheart.

-Is Emily coming here?

-No, I'm going to pick her up.

Look, are you sure

you're going to be okay?

Oh, my God. It's just

a weekend conference.

I should skip it.

Don't be dramatic.

Abby! Hop to it, kid.

Okay.

Bye, kiddo.

-You be good, okay?

-Okay.

Be careful, Daddy.

Wild, reckless, abandon.

We know that things

are right or things are wrong

without necessarily

having the evidence for it.

That the evidence in some ways

follows our convictions

-Everything okay?

-Yep. Sure.

And what we know about people is

that we tend to

seek out information

that confirms our

beliefs instead of

information that

would disconfirm them.

Abby, honey? Do you mind

checking the laundry for me?

Oh!

Damn it! Abby!

I told you to pick up your toys.

Oof.

Hello?

Jesus!

Oh, my God!

Honey, I'm so sorry.

-Are you okay?

-It's okay.

I think the laundry's done.

I heard the buzzer.

Oh, thank you for checking.

You're welcome.

Can we have popcorn

with our movie?

Yeah. That sounds good.

I'll meet you down there in a minute.

Great! I'll tell Eric.

Or maybe I'm

f*cked in the head

But honey I miss you to death

To death

-Hey, Emily?

-One second.

-Hi.

-Hey.

Hi.

Um, presentation's

in a few hours.

So if you wanted to grab some lunch,

we should probably do it soon.

Okay. I'm gonna

take a quick shower,

and then I'll be ready

in twenty minutes.

-Sounds good.

-Okay.

Hey, Rachel. Are you still awake?

Sure am. What's up?

Do you know how my Momma died?

Yes, honey, I do.

Okay. Just checking.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

Do you know that feeling

when you're climbing a tree?

And, uh,

you reach for the next branch,

but then your hand slips.

You know you're

going to fall, right?

And there's this rush that

sort of electrifies your body.

Sure.

I feel just like that right now.

You feel like you're

falling out of a tree?

Yeah. I do.

Okay.

You know, when I was a kid,

I did fall out of a tree.

And, uh,

shattered my arm.

The funny thing is,

is I don't remember the break.

I just remember the

the freefall.

Honestly, I can't be sure if I

slipped or if I just let go.

Open the pod bay door, Hal.

You need your key, Dave.

Yeah.

Keys. Right.

I forgot about those.

What time is it?

Oh, it's late. One-thirty? Two o'clock?

I guess time flies

when you're drinking rum.

Yeah, it does.

Hey, thanks a lot for tonight.

I had a lot of fun.

Had.

Come on.

Good night, Emily.

You're welcome.

-For what?

-For the fun or whatever.

You're welcome.

I'll see you in the morning.

You've reached

Dr. William Marsh.

I can't come to the

phone right now.

Please leave your

name, your number,

and a message, and I'll

call you right back.

It's okay.

Hi.

Mrs. Elster?

Are you home?

Hello? I, I made coffee.

Hi, neighbor.

Who are you?

How do you know my name?

Oh, it's on your mailbox.

I brought coffee.

Well, you coming in,

or you just gonna stand

out there breathing

in the moonlight?

This is very good coffee.

If you can find

another body instead

of Sam's, it's alright with me.

- There's half a million in it for you .

-Rachel?

I'll do my best.

I smell smoke!

Hi, Daddy.

Look, doctor, the

woods are on fire.

It's coming this way.

We've got to get out of here.

We will.

May I watch TV with

you a little while?

Soon as I provide that body

we were talking about.

Why do you sleep in this RV?

Why do you sleep in your house?

Because it's my house.

Well, this is my RV.

But that is also

your house, right?

My husband and I bought this RV.

We were going to take it

across country together.

Our two children were k*lled.

He didn't last much longer.

Somehow, I was left behind.

I was left to live with it.

The stories that

echo through those rooms

are ones that I would

rather not hear again.

That's terrible. I had no idea.

To answer your question

I don't know whose

house that is anymore.

It's just

empty now.

So I take care of it.

I guess I'll always

take care of it.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Elster.

For what?

How I feel?

How my story made you feel?

-I'm sorry--

-Oh, Christ.

Stop with apologies.

They weaken your spine.

Why are you here?

Honestly, I don't really know.

I just had to get

out of that house.

Starting to go a little crazy.

Violence! Violence! Violence!

This is one of the characteristics

of the devil and demons.

-Mrs. Elster

-Call me Wendy.

Wendy

you've been in this neighborhood

a long time.

Have you ever seen

or heard of any

weird things happening here?

What kind of weird things?

Hey! Hun!

Come away from there.

Ain't nothing in there for you.

What's got you wandering

around out here in the dark?

I had a bad dream.

Abby, are you okay?

-I had a bad dream.

-Oh, honey.

Let's go back inside.

Come on.

You know, Abby,

I had a little girl like you.

She liked to dance.

Do you like to dance?

I bet you dance real pretty.

I think I have some

ice cream in here somewhere.

Would you like some ice cream?

It's okay, sweetheart.

I hope you like strawberry.

I have bad dreams sometimes.

They say you can tell a lot about

a person from the dreams they have.

It was just a dream, honey.

You're safe now.

She's had a lot of

bad dreams lately.

What was your dream about?

I fell asleep watching

TV with Daddy.

And then the scary man try to

pick me up and carry me away.

But your daddy's at his

conference, sweetheart.

Why was he trying

to carry you away?

He's mad because I

was playing with Eric.

-Eric is her imaginary friend.

-He's not imaginary.

But I don't think he

wants to play anymore.

He's not supposed to.

And who says he's

not supposed to?

The scary man.

He hurts him when we play.

Has the scary man

tried to hurt you?

Yes.

And what does the

scary man look like?

I-- I don't ever see him

because he lives in the dark.

I close my eyes when it's dark,

but I know he's there.

How do you know he's there?

I can hear him breathing.

I think it's good

that Eric and the

scary man are secrets.

Daddy says it's not

good to keep secrets.

Well, there's different

kinds of secrets.

There are those that

protect yourself.

There are those that

protect the ones you love.

And sometimes there are secrets

that do both. Do you understand?

I think so.

Let's say you're out exploring.

Do you like exploring?

Well, have you ever been out

exploring and turned

over a big rock?

I guess.

And what did you find

living under there?

Bugs?

That's right, bugs.

And you see that

rock is their home.

Sometimes the bugs

are okay with you

being there because

they're nice,

and they like to play.

But, sometimes they are mean

bugs that bite and sting.

There's just some rocks in this world,

it's best not to look under.

Are you scared of

bugs, Mrs. Elster?

It--

It's just

It's just better to leave

some of them alone, is all.

Is that why you

sleep in your truck?

That is enough fun for tonight.

Y'all need to get going.

I'm sorry. She didn't

mean to upset you.

I have indulged these fantasies

as long as I care to--

It's not fantasy!

Bad dreams and imaginary boys

aren't real, Abby.

You need to grow up and

forget this nonsense.

But, you said--

Just leave me alone!

Okay. Abby let's, let's go.

Next time you want to

bring a bucket full of problems

to my door in the middle of the

night, you just skip it, okay?

What are you so afraid of?

I ain't afraid of nothing

'cause there is nothing

to be afraid of.

Now you get on out of here, and

you hold that little girl close.

There's a storm coming.

Go. go.

Come out, you f*cking coward!

We had a deal.

sh*t!

Oh, God.

Oh, sh*t!

Hey, Nick.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

I'm fine.

It's a late night.

A string of late

nights, actually.

No worries.

-Doing the big guy then?

-Yeah. Thank you.

That'll be four even.

Here you go.

Thank y--

Emily?

Hi! Rachel, how are you?

Confused, I guess.

I thought you guys

weren't getting back

until later tonight.

William didn't call you?

No, he--

What happened? Is he home?

Uh, the conference

wasn't everything

that we'd hoped

that it would be.

So, Dr. Marsh was very eager

to get back right away.

So where is he now?

I don't know. We haven't spoken

since early this morning.

No, um

You know what? Actually, I have

to go, but have a good day, okay?

Oh.

Nick?

I'm going to need

another one of those,

and like a

bagel or something.

Oh, my God.

-This is just drugs.

-Clearly some kind of opiate.

-Why didn't you call?

-I did.

Not then. I mean, earlier.

I'm just supposed to

randomly hear from

Emily in a coffee

shop that you're home.

I just, you know,

we left so early,

I thought you'd

still be sleeping.

Fat chance of that.

Well, I was being optimistic,

but yeah, you're right.

I should have called.

You said you weren't

going to be home till tonight.

Well, I wasn't being productive.

And you know what? To be honest,

I was worried

about you and Abby.

Abby is scared, Will.

Real scared.

She's not like a

kid who's scared

of what she might

find in the dark.

She is scared of the thing in

the dark that already found her.

Kids always think there's a monster

under the bed. That's normal.

The look on her face.

Wendy's face had

that exact same look.

Who's Wendy?

Wendy--

Are you talking

about the same crazy,

drunk lady who lives

in a trailer in front

of her own empty house?

I didn't want to talk to Wendy, Will.

I wanted to talk to you.

But you were otherwise

indisposed with

your all-important

work at the conference,

-Dr. Marsh.

-f*ck.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize.

Makes your spine weak.

What does that mean?

Honey, you got to

keep it together here.

Oh, my God.

We just got to

keep communicating.

What is it?

How much peanut butter

would you say you eat?

What?

Say in a week.

I don't know.

Do we use it for anything

other than Abby's sandwiches?

So, maybe

two to three sandwiches a week.

But you wouldn't say

it's a lot, right?

I dunno. What are

you getting at?

-We're out of peanut butter.

-Okay.

I went to make Abby's

lunch this morning,

and the jar was almost empty.

And I could swear I bought it

just last week.

So you think we got a

peanut butter ghoulie now?

I can't keep going like this. I--

Where are you going?

Ah! sh*t.

Hey!

Let go.

You okay, sweetheart?

Yeah.

-What do you have there?

-Nothing.

You sure?

Yep. I'm fine.

Are you okay?

You look really tired.

Well, that's because

someone keeps

kicking me in the

shins every night.

You know I get the jimmy legs.

Your face has jimmy legs.

Okay, sweetheart, I just

wanted to make sure you're okay.

You want to come help

me set the table in a bit?

Sure.

Okay.

"'Twas brillig, and

the slithy toves.

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.

All mimsy were the borogoves,

and the mome raths outgrabe."

"It seems very pretty, she

said when she had finished it.

But it's rather

hard to understand.

You see, she didn't like to

confess, even to herself,

that she couldn't

make it out at all.

Somehow it seems to

fill my head with ideas

only I don't exactly

know what they are!

However, somebody

k*lled something,

that's clear, at any rate--'"

She asleep?

She'll be fine.

We're only ten steps away.

I don't know if she's ready.

She'll be fine. We need

to do this. Come on.

Goodnight baby.

Come on, sleepy-head,

time to make the donuts.

William!

-What's wrong?

-I can't find Abby.

What?

Abby.

Hey, come on out, honey.

Abby?

Abby!

Oh, sh*t.

Has she ever tried

to run away before?

She didn't run away.

She's eight years old.

Where's she going to go?

-How's she even going to get there?

-He's trying to help.

It's okay.

I'd be out of my mind

if I were in y'all's shoes.

We're all focused on

finding her, Billy.

Has anything gone missing?

Her journal.

Her journal is gone.

If she's run away. It makes

sense she'd take it with her.

-f*ck this.

-Will!

I'm not going to

sit around and wait

while Abby's out

there in the cold.

What are you going to do?

-I'm going to go find her.

-Find her where?

You can't just go driving through

the streets like a madman.

We need to think this through.

There's nothing to think about.

She's my daughter.

Nah. He's right.

We can let one of these

other guys push the paper.

-What?

-I ain't going to try to stop you,

but I sure as sh*t ain't going

to let you go out alone.

We'll start inthe park, work our way

through the neighborhood.

Here.

Warm her up, Billy,

but don't get too familiar.

I'm driving.

Listen, I know this is scary.

A lot of times, these kids are

home by dinner.

We'll find her.

Nice color by the way.

Pretty blue.

It was my Mother's favorite.

What the f*ck are we doing?

What do I do?

Hey. Hey. I'm here.

I'm here.

Hello?

What do you want?

Mrs. Elster?

Wendy?

Are you there?

Wendy?

f*ck.

Where the hell have you been?

-We gotta go right now.

-What? What are you talking about?

-I'll tell you on the road.

-No, you'll tell me now!

What is going on?

We have to get

out of this house.

It's not safe here anymore.

I don't even know

if it's safe to talk.

Rachel, this is our house.

There's nothing here.

You have to stop this.

-You're freaking me out.

-You should be freaked out.

I am f*cking terrified.

Look at this!

-What is this?

-I don't know what it is, Will.

A warning?

A threat?

I'm trying to tell you.

I've been trying to tell you.

There is something here.

Something living in our house.

In Wendy's house.

Who knows where else they are?

And whatever they are,

burned that in our kitchen.

You're not making

any g*dd*mn sense.

Haven't you seen them?

Figures moving

through the night

darker than the shadows.

The floors creaking,

clothes out of place,

food missing,

it was all right here.

We just didn't listen.

You're delirious.

-When's the last time you slept?

-No.

No.

There are

ghosts

or

goblins, or some f*cking thing

living in this house.

They are very real.

And they are very pissed off.

They've already done

Lord knows what to Abby.

How dare you bring

my daughter into

whatever this is?

I'm sorry.

-But this is about Abby.

-Okay.

Okay, so then we're on some

Indian burial ground.

Is that it?

Oh, wait! No!

Maybe we've stumbled

onto a suicide cult house.

A portal to hell?

Wormhole to space?

-Do you even hear yourself?

-Do you even hear me?

The truth doesn't

care what you think.

The truth is,

my daughter is f*cking missing.

But why would I count on you

when it's not like--

Go ahead. Say it.

Not like I'm her mother.

That's what you

were going to say.

Heather died, Will.

And you never f*cking

dealt with it.

Well, you're not the only one

that's lost people.

But our daughter needs us right now.

I need you right now!

If there were people hiding in

our house, I would know about it.

-I'm not an idiot.

-No.

You're an educated man.

But it is real easy to hide

when no one is looking for you.

I know it sounds crazy.

I'm not crazy.

-So it's my fault.

-Jesus, Will!

This is not about what either

of us have or haven't done.

This is about believing me now.

-This is about doing something now--

-Don't you act like I'm not a participant

in this house just

because you got spooked

by some bumps in

the night, Rachel.

-No.

-I'm gonna go make some coffee,

and then I'm gonna

go find our daughter.

Does anyone else want one?

Casper? Count Chocula?

Anyone?

No? Good.

You can stay up here and

set up cameras or something.

Will, wait. Don't!

Will, forget about everything, just go--

What the hell?

Who the f*ck are you?

Help!

Somebody help me!

Help!

Stay with me, baby.

Nine-One-One.

What's your emergency?

There's someone in my house.

Are you hurt? Are you safe?

No. It's my husband,

he's hurt.

Try and stay calm.

We have people on the way.

Will.

We searched the house.

We couldn't find anything.

You won't find anything.

So we're looking

at the wife, then?

-She's a victim, Peters, not a suspect.

-Respectfully, sir.

-I think she is.

-Respectfully, Peters, go f*ck yourself.

Take her to Mickerson's.

That's an order, son.

So who do you suppose put

that bruise on her neck, then?

Something with a

strong right hand.

You shouldn't be alone tonight.

We have a motel room for you.

Peters will take you.

g*dd*mn it, Jim.

Nobody believes me.

I believe you.

But whatever you do, don't come

back to this f*cking house.

Get some rest.

A statewide Amber

Alert has been issued

on behalf of the Metro

Police Department

for Abby Marsh.

Abby is an eight-year-old female,

four feet tall, 38 pounds,

with brown hair and brown eyes.

Abby was last seen

wearing mix-matched

pajamas and was

possibly barefoot.

Abby was last known to be at her residence

near Estes Park and Dakota Dr.

in South Nashville.

If you have seen Abby

Who are you?

What are you?

Can you even understand me?

What have you done with Abby?

How did you get in my house?

Whoever said it was your house.

f*ck.

What do you want from us?

A cigarette.

I don't smoke.

I know.

Who are you?

We're the part of

the dark that moves.

It would have been

so simple.

All you had to do was leave.

You stalked us.

You attacked us.

You're wearing my

f*cking nightgown!

Why are you here?

You can't see that we

all want the same thing.

But it's too late for that now.

What do you mean, too late?

You turned over the wrong rock.

No!

No!

Alright, you weird f*ck,

where is she?

What did you do to her?

Just couldn't leave well

enough alone, could you?

Where is she?

How many of you are there?

Talk, you crazy b*tch!