Just ask me nicely.
Why are you doing this shit?
You're fucking me up! Stick it up your fucking ass!
Please. Just ask me nicely, please.
I asked you nicely 10 minutes ago. I'll tear this house apart...
...and when I find it, you're gonna be one sorry fucking kid!
Go away!
Help me! Help me, Claire!
- Claire, no. - No!
No! God!
- Who are they? - Denman and Maude Rose.
From the farm?
I spent the evening doing a little research and dug a little deeper.
I gotta tell you, this story's amazing.
So the Rose family got it into their heads to drain the marsh in 1902.
Denman was doing a lot of the work himself.
The little girl is his sister. She was 8 years old.
One day, he's working, Maude goes into the marsh to bring him lunch...
...but she falls into the bog and drowns.
- God. - Yeah.
And then, I think Denman must have lost his mind.
He went after her, searching. He never came out of the marsh.
Some of the locals went in and they disappeared.
And then, well, you know how a small town is.
All of sudden, everyone thinks that this marsh is, you know, hexed.
- Why didn't you tell me? - I wanted to tell you.
I just... I never got the chance, remember?
Besides, I gotta tell you...
...I didn't think you were the type to believe in this kind of stuff.
What type is that?
I'm sorry. I should have told you.
People have been talking about that house and that marsh for years...
...and I just always sort of, you know, I laughed it off, so...
- Don't patronize me, Noah. - No, I wouldn't dare.
Listen, Claire, I can ask around.
I bet you I can find you a place just as nice, if you wanted.
No. Thank you.
Hello?
Oh, God. What?
No.
No!
Feels like it was my fault.
Whatever's going on here, you couldn't have stopped it.
But you are part of it, somehow.
If you want to make it stop...
...you have to figure out how it started in the first place.
How?
Take a look at this.
You know, in a way, you're lucky.
Generally speaking, these cases involve a voice in the attic...
...a peevish little spirit who's in need of a little bit of hand-holding.
This...
This is epic.
Got it.
June 19th is missing.
Oh, look.
- Isn't that your editor friend? - Yeah, with Mercy and Ernie.
"Local girl sexually assaulted.
Since the victim is a minor, her name has been withheld by the police."
That's him. My God, that's him.
Brendan Manville.
Oh, look.
I spent the evening doing some research.
The Rose family got it into their heads to drain the marsh in 1902.
Denman was doing a lot of the work himself.
The sister falls into the bog and drowns.
Son of a bitch.
I'd say your friend's been messing around with history.
Why would he do this?
Should ask Pitney.
Ask me what?
Any additional archival stuff on the Rose family story...
...would be over there in microfiche.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I didn't know you were here.
Where did this come from?
I've seen him at the house, Mercy.
He moved away from here 20 years ago.
And the little girl? You've seen her too. That's why you called Hunt.
Don't know what you're talking about. I heard noises, that's all.
What do you know about this, Mercy?
What the hell you asking me for? What is it that you want?
- My friend just killed himself. - He didn't kill himself, Mercy.
Those voices that you heard...
...what Claire's been seeing, Ernie's death...
...it's all connected, Mercy. It's all connected.
Stop it!
What are you doing?
You know who she is.
Tell me.
You tell me.
I got work to do.
You've gotta remember something. Think, think.
What do you remember from before your accident?
What's that have to do with anything?
Because I think that our little girl, that's you.
It's you, Claire.
I mean, if you can accept that the soul...
...or the essence of someone, that's energy...
...but in the case of a severe trauma...
...some of that energy can be torn from the body...
...and it leaves an imprint.
That impression just replays over and over and over again, like a videotape.
What kind of trauma?
We're talking about sexual assault, Claire.
No, Hunt.
Think about it. Everything around here, everything's familiar to you.
And this is not a dream...
...this is not a piece of fiction from one of your books, no.
This is...
I think they're memories.
They're your memories, Claire.
Let's just burn the place down.
Never burn.
Hey, whoa!
Heidi, girl. Heidi, easy.
Easy, girl. That's okay, Heidi, that's okay.
Heidi.
Hello?
Hello!
Heidi?
No! No!
No!
I got beer in my mouth.
You're not supposed to be here, kid.
Ready or not, here I come.
You okay?
Don't worry, I know how to get him.
Gonna need to get something that he'll recognize.
An article of clothing, something from his life.
The more personal, the better.
If we can use that, we can trap him again.
I think if I can get rid of him, then I could I free her...
...free you.
Make the next left.
- Yes? - Mr. Manville, I'm Claire Holloway.
I know. If it's about the farm, Mercy handles that sort of thing.
No. It's about your son, Brendan.
What happened at the house?
Why is it, do you suppose, that some people feel...
...they have the right to walk into a complete stranger's home...
...and dig and scratch around in their past?
You've been talking to Mercy, haven't you?
That goddamn woman is a drunk.
She sees the whole world through the bottom of a bottle.
Your dad's not gonna care.
What you got there?
That's my dad's, so...
Hey, don't point that thing at me.
Be careful. Give it back to me, okay?
Hey, give it to me.
Hey, sit down. It's okay.
- Let's do this. - Thanks for coming.
Thanks for having us.
One, two, three.
Nobody came in or out. It was abandoned.
It sat there empty like a tomb for 20 years.
Look, if you don't like the house, why don't you just leave?
What about the little girl?
No, that was a lie.
No. Brendan was with a little girl.
There was no proof. That was a goddamn lie.
What happened to your son, Mr. Manville?
What are you talking about?
What was wrong with him?
And why was he alone...
...with a little girl?
I've seen him.
In the house.
I need something of his, something that was very special.
It's important and I need it right now.
What the hell happened in there?
Why won't you tell me? What did he do?
Did he hurt her?
Did you hurt him?
What did you do to your son, Mr. Manville?
Nothing.
I did nothing.
- I need something... - Get out of my house.
- That was precious to him to make this stop.
You get out of my house! Do you hear me?!
Stop!
Claire.
I'll take care of it.
Claire.
Claire!
Claire?
- Claire. - Hunt!
Claire?
Claire.
Hunt!
Hey, give me your hand.
I got you. Come on. I got you.
We went to the house.
We knew it would be empty.
And we'd all been drinking.
You're a loser.
Go home. I'll lock up Daddy's house.
We thought he'd left.
It was an accident, okay? I swear.
- Mercy. - What did you do to her?
Put the gun down.
I didn't mean to. I'll do anything. You've got to help me though.
- Put it down. - I'll do anything. Anything. Okay?
Give her to me.
- I'll kill you! - Easy, easy.
- Fuck it. I'm not going down for this. - Shut up!
No one's going down for this.
It's gonna be okay.
My dad, he can take care of all of this.
All right? We just need to do something now.
We keep it a secret.
Noah.
- Noah. - Let him be.
I guess he never really grew out of it.
We didn't understand.
My wife loved the boy.
But she wasn't the motherly kind.
She wanted him to grow up fast, become a man.
I saw what she was doing to him.
I watched him bend and break.
And I didn't do anything.
Help him stop hurting.
Thank you.
We gotta go.
Let me have it.
Where are you?
Come on.
Rose?
Mercy was looking after us.
I went to a Chinese restaurant
To buy a loaf of bread, bread, bread
They wrapped it up in bubble gum
And this is what They said, said, said:
"My name is Hi-lo Piccolo, Piccolo Hi-lo
Hi-lo Piccolo, Piccolo..."
She brought us here.
With her friends.
Ready or not, here I come.
She made us promise to stay upstairs.
I was hiding.
I was so scared, Rosie. I didn't know what to do.
You guys have to help me. Okay? I'll do anything.
I'll kill you! I'll kill you!
Fuck it, I'm not going down for this.
Shut up! No one's going down for this. Sit down.
It's gonna be okay.
My dad, he can take care of all of this.
We need to do something now.
- We'll keep it a secret. - Where's Claire?
I'm so sorry, Rose.
Rose.
Do you remember this? Do you want it?
No!
Give her to me!
You can't have her! Not this time!
Claire! It's the door.
The door is the port. Break the glass.
Break the door!
Smash it! Hey!
Hey, you come over here. Come over here.
Help! Help me!
Hunt!
- Throw me the blanket! - Lead him to the door!
To the door, Claire!
Brendan!
Bury it.
Someplace dry.
Thank you.