My Haunted House (2013) s04e02 Episode Script

1 [ominous music.]
- I might as well give you this now.
[creaking.]
[screaming.]
- We had a very specific checklist of things we were looking for in a home.
[faint whispers.]
[screaming.]
- Our phones were dead and there was no electricity.
I didn't know what was going on.
- Adam! [yelling.]
- I started to wonder if my dad really had seen something.
- Someone's here.
In the house.
[screaming.]
- I heard a woman in that room with me.
- She's here.
- We got to get out of here now! - I was never going back to that house.
[suspenseful music.]
[faint whispers.]
- Are you ready? - Yes.
It won't hurt? - Nothing hurts if you offer yourself in her service.
Do you? Do you, Mary? - I do.
- She's here.
[creaking.]
- What's that for? [single piano note.]
[soft music.]
- I don't know, Adam.
Something about it just doesn't feel right to me.
- That's because we've been living in a tiny condo downtown.
Seriously, there's tons of space for Hunter to play.
Room for more kids.
- I can't even think about that right now.
I don't know.
- We had a very specific checklist of things we were looking for in a home.
And then we found one we could afford.
But I wasn't quite sure that I liked it.
- And the bedroom downstairs is perfect for your father.
It even has its own bathroom.
I mean, come on.
- You think Dad will like it? - Oh, yeah, I know he will.
- [sighs.]
- But Adam talked me into it and we moved in right away, which was important because I needed to look after my father.
[single piano note.]
[crickets chirping.]
[man crying.]
- He's doing it again.
- My whole life, my dad had always been this strong, tough guy.
Never sick, he'd never complain about anything, - [grunting.]
- Hey.
It's okay.
- [grunting.]
- Let's get you to bed.
- [mumbling.]
- It's okay.
- [grunting.]
- Then he got this condition.
It wasn't Parkinson's or Alzheimer's.
The doctors couldn't figure it out, but he would go through long periods where he couldn't even speak.
And he hadn't walked in almost a year.
I couldn't imagine him rotting in a home.
- Okay.
- So we had him move in with us.
- You want the TV on? You know what to do if you need anything from us? - [muttering.]
[bell rings.]
- Good.
Goodnight, Dad.
I love you.
[crickets chirping.]
- [grunts.]
- [bell rings.]
- Hey.
It's okay.
I wish I knew how to make this easier for you.
Try to get some sleep, okay? - It was heartbreaking seeing my dad like that, but at least I felt like I could look after him And protect him.
[ominous music.]
- Hunter seems happy.
- Yeah? There's plenty of room for him to run around.
- And how are you? - I'm good.
Thank you for doing this.
You know, letting my dad move in.
- "Letting him"? He's family, there was never even a question.
[soft music playing on radio.]
Where's Hunter? - Hunter and my dad were close since my son was really young.
But since my dad's condition had gotten worse, I started to worry about leaving them alone together.
[door creaking open.]
[ominous music.]
- What are you guys looking at? - The angel.
You don't see it? - They were staring at the same thing, but the room was totally empty.
- I'm sure your father did think he saw something, and Hunter just followed his lead.
- But Hunter's the one that called it an angel.
Where'd he get that? - I'm assuming your dad.
- My dad hasn't spoken a full sentence in months.
[cell phone buzzing.]
- Ah, are you kidding me? I have to go in.
- Better get a move on, Doc.
- I hate this job.
Hopefully, I'll see you by breakfast, okay? - Okay.
Bye.
- Bye.
[bell rings.]
- [panting.]
[quick heartbeat.]
[bell ringing.]
- Somehow my father had rolled himself into the kitchen and Hunter had been asleep for hours.
[bell ringing.]
So who was ringing the bell? [bell ringing.]
The room was empty and the bell had stopped ringing.
I thought, "Maybe it's the wind," but the window was shut.
There had to be some kind of explanation.
By the time I was able to get Dad to bed, I was exhausted.
I barely remember falling asleep.
[creaking.]
- Dad? - She's here.
She's here.
- Who's here? - [sobbing.]
She's here.
- How did you get up here? - [groans.]
- Hey.
It's okay, um Let's get you downstairs.
- No! - Um - [sobs.]
- He had crawled up the stairs and had gotten tangled in the lamp cord.
I didn't understand why he was so scared.
At that point, I was really doubting that we would be able to care for him much longer without help.
- Dad? - She's here.
[suspenseful music.]
[faint whispers.]
oor creaking.]
- What're you guys looking at? - The angel.
You don't see it? [creaking.]
- [gasps.]
Dad? - She's here.
- Wha-- - She's here.
- Dad? - She's here.
- What my dad was saying didn't make any sense.
- You need rest.
I do, too.
- I figured whatever he had was just getting worse.
I thought he was just imagining things.
- If you need anything, I'm right upstairs, okay? Night, Dad.
I love you.
- So I left that night.
I left him alone.
[single piano note.]
[foreboding music.]
[water running.]
- Where's my coloring book? - I don't know.
Where'd you leave it? - Hm [door creaking.]
[somber music.]
[church bell ringing.]
- We buried him next to my mom.
The doctors said he died peacefully in his sleep, but the expression on his face didn't seem peaceful at all.
- [sniffling.]
- I'm so sorry.
[scream.]
[wind whistling.]
- [panting.]
[suspenseful music.]
What was that? - There was nothing that could explain what just happened.
Nothing rational.
At that point, I started to wonder if my dad and my son really had seen something.
[ominous music.]
- Hey, hon.
Will you draw something for me? - Mm-hm.
- Do you remember when you were with grandpa and you saw that angel? - Mm-hm.
- Could you try to draw him for me? - Mm-hm.
- Whoa, whoa--why did you draw it like this? Is this what grandpa said he saw? Hunter, I need you to be very honest with me, okay? Did you see this? - Mm-hm.
- Or did grandpa describe it to you? - Uh-uh.
Why are you mad at me? - I'm not mad, sweetie.
I'm sorry.
[sighs.]
[single piano note.]
[eerie music.]
- After everything that had happened in the house, I decided to try and track down the last person who lived there.
It wasn't hard to find the property records.
- Hello? - Hi.
- Hi.
- Are you John? - I am.
- I'm not sure what I was expecting to find.
[insects buzzing.]
- Fries? - No, thank you.
- You were gonna tell us about the house? - [sighs.]
Well, it ruined me.
[foreboding music.]
I lived there less than a year and left on a stretcher about eight months ago and, uh, I never once turned back.
Of course, I knew the bank would take it, but I didn't know innocent people would end up there.
- What happened? - I heard noises.
Screeching and growling.
And then I started waking up to this-- this thing that was hovering over me.
And it was so black, I couldn't tell what it was.
- You're talking about a ghost? Or an angel, maybe? - I don't know what it was, but it definitely was not an angel.
[insects buzzing.]
My last night there, that thing pushed me down the steps.
It's a fluke I busted my hip instead of snapping my neck.
I shouldn't have abandoned that place.
I should've burned it to the ground.
- That night, I insisted that we send Hunter to stay with my sister.
- It's okay, honey.
It's gonna be okay.
- Adam thought that there was a reasonable explanation for everything.
That we were reacting to the fact that my dad had died there.
He said all you had to do was see how the last owner lived to know that he was nuts.
[crickets chirping.]
[dramatic music.]
- [gasps.]
Adam? Adam! Adam! [eerie music.]
[caking.]
- [growling.]
- [screams.]
[suspenseful music.]
[faint whispers.]
[door creaking.]
- I shouldn't have abandoned that place.
[ominous music.]
I should've burned it to the ground.
- Adam.
[gasps.]
Adam? Adam! Adam? Adam! [creaking.]
- [growling.]
- [screams.]
- Huh? What? - Did you see it? We got to get out of here now! [eerie music.]
- Adam was mainly confused, but I know what I saw and I was never going back to that house.
We went over to my sister's, but there was no way either of us were falling asleep.
[dramatic music.]
- What should we do? We can't stay, but Can we sell it? I mean, is that even the right thing to do? We can't let this destroy us financially.
- Adam I can't believe this.
- I used property sales records to find the names of the people who had owned the house in the past and news articles came up about a man who had owned the house in the 1980s.
And what he had done.
- Are you ready? [foreboding music.]
- Yes.
It won't hurt? - He was a pastor at one of the churches in town.
- Nothing hurts if you offer yourself in her service.
- For some reason, he left the faith and started a satanic cult.
One of his followers was a parishioner-- a married woman that he had been having an affair with.
One night, they were performing a ritual at our house.
- She's here.
- What's that for? - The pledge has been made.
[gunshot.]
- He killed her [gunshot.]
And then himself.
His followers said it was a sacrifice [creaking.]
- [growling.]
[screeching.]
- To the dark angel.
- Jeremy and I had been together for five years, but he wouldn't even talk seriously about getting engaged.
I guess that's what I deserved for dating a professional skateboarder.
- We usually went to New York for Christmas, but that year, he had a competition a few days later, so we just rented a cabin a couple miles away.
[tense music.]
- The email said that it would be the third reflector on the left.
- I don't see any reflectors.
- We should've left earlier.
I'm not blaming yo I know you had to work.
Jeremy, look out! [tires screeching.]
[dramatic music.]
Should we go? - I don't know.
It looked like he was flagging us down.
Maybe he needs help.
- This is creepy.
- Hey, babe, don't worry.
I won't roll down the window.
Where did he go? Oh, God.
- Don't! - It's okay.
Hey man, sorry about that.
I didn't see you there.
You all right? - You were probably looking for reflectors.
The owner, he's always telling people that [whispers.]
But you can't see 'em from the road.
You're the renters for cabin five, right? I'm the handyman.
Been waiting here to make sure you don't miss the turn.
- Oh, yeah, we've been driving around for hours.
How long you been out here? - Follow me.
I'll let you in.
- This guy was really creepy, but he did take us to the cabin.
[door creaks.]
So we could finally relax and start our cation.
[soft music.]
- Pictures didn't show an upstairs.
- [laughs.]
- This place is nicer than we thought.
- I am starving.
I'm gonna go set up some snacks.
- Okay.
[door creaks.]
[creaking.]
[creaks.]
- Well, upstairs sucks.
- Mm.
- Doors locked, can't even get in the room.
- Here.
both: Cheers.
[wind whistling.]
[crickets chirping.]
- All right, that's the last one.
Turn it on.
[laughs.]
- Oh, who cares about the tree? It's snowing! Do you know how great it's gonna be tomorrow? Hey, what time do you want to get on the slopes tomorrow? [suspenseful music.]
[wind whistling.]
What was that? - Amoose? - [laughs.]
Yeah a moose ran by the window and scratched it with its antlers? That's what mooses do.
That's definitely what mooses do.
- It's "moose," not "mooses," smartass.
[wind whistling.]
[soft music.]
[suspenseful music.]
- No, let's wait until tomorrow-- - It's family tradition that you open one present the night of Christmas Eve.
- The stars are brightly shining It is the night - I bet it's a book.
- Way to ruin it! [radio static.]
[Emergency Broadcast System beeping.]
- Severe weather alert.
All high elevation areas are now under a winter storm warning for tonight.
Expect high winds and snowfall that could exceed 30 inches.
Residents are being advised to remain indoors and stay off the roads.
[Emergency Broadcast System beeps.]
[music continues.]
- Half an hour ago, they said a foot.
- And now it's more than two feet.
- The weather service was calling this an emergency, and all that Jeremy could think of were the skiing conditions.
["Deck the Halls" playing on radio.]
- Jeremy! - What? Who's here to judge us? I'll tell you who's not.
You're mom.
- You're drunk.
- I am.
It's exciting, isn't it? You know what else is exciting? - [giggles.]
[wind whistling.]
[ominous music.]
- What time are you setting the alarm for tomorrow? Eva? - [sobbing.]
- Did you say something? [suspenseful music.]
Jeremy? [suspenseful music.]
[faint whispers.]
[ominous music.]
- Pictures didn't show an upstairs.
- [laughs.]
- This place is nicer than we thought.
[Emergency Broadcast System beeping.]
- Severe weather alert.
All high elevation areas are now under a winter storm warning for tonight.
Residents are being advised to remain indoors and stay off the roads.
[wind whistling.]
- What time are you setting the alarm for tomorrow? Eva? - [sobbing.]
- Did you say something? [suspenseful music.]
Jeremy? - Wow.
I'm super drunk.
I'm going to bed.
- Jeremy didn't even tell me until later what he had seen.
So there was no way for me to know that we should've gotten out of there right then.
Instead, we just went to bed.
[wind whistling.]
[ominous music.]
[muffled footsteps.]
[creaking.]
- [whispers.]
Jeremy.
- Huh? - Shh.
Just listen.
[muffled footsteps.]
[creaking.]
- Santa? [creaking.]
Look, I don't think we need to worry about a raccoon on the roof, okay? - It didn't sound like a raccoon.
But what did I know? I grew up in theity.
Jeremy was the one that was from the sticks.
- [sighs.]
[single piano note.]
[ominous music.]
- Hey.
Hey? It's freezing.
Can you check the heat? - [sighs.]
What time is it? - The phone's dead.
I had it plugged in all night.
- It's almost 8:30.
- Come on.
- [sighs.]
[switches clicking.]
[switches clicking.]
- The power's out.
Which means the heat's out, since it's electric.
So damn dark in here.
It's snow.
[chuckles.]
[door thuds.]
It's all the way to the top.
We're not getting out.
Check the radio.
I'm gonna--I'm gonna check the bedroom.
[suspenseful music.]
Whoa! - Jer? [eerie music.]
What is it? - He told me later that he thought that he saw a face pressed against the window, but he didn't want to scare me, because he knew that we wouldn't be getting out of there anytime soon.
- We're snowed in.
[suspenseful music.]
[faint whispers.]
- All right, that's the last one.
Turn it on.
[laus.]
- Oh, who cares about the tree? It's snowing! What time are you setting the alarm for tomorrow? Eva? - [sobbing.]
- Did you say something? [suspenseful music.]
- It's all the way to the top.
We're not getting out.
Check the radio.
I'm gonna--I'm gonna check the bedroom.
Whoa! - Jer? Wh is it? - We're snowed in.
- Our phones were dead and there was no electricity, but we decided to make the best of it.
[paper ripping.]
- A book.
I was right.
- It wouldn't kill you to read a book, would it? - I heard about this guy that read "Silence of the Lambs," and then-- - Okay, well you should try it instead of playing video games at night.
- Why you got to pick at me? - I'm not-- I'm not picking at you.
I'm just saying.
- Oh wait, wait.
Let's--let's do that one later.
- Really, why? Is it a special one? - I just think that it would-- [creaking.]
What was that? [creaking.]
[crashing.]
- [screaming.]
- Check the bedroom window.
Maybe there's a shovel or something we can dig ourselves out.
[creaking.]
- Snow still reaches the top! [scratching.]
- [whispering.]
You're next.
You're gonna die.
- [sobs.]
No, no [screams.]
- Eva? Eva! Eva.
What happened? - [sobbing.]
There's--there's someone here with us.
- What do you mean? - Someone's here, in the house.
A woman.
- I saw her, too.
- What? - Last night.
I thought I was drunk, so I didn't say anything.
- No.
Oh, my God.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
The snow is gonna melt by tomorrow.
- I definitely heard a woman in that room with me and there were bloody ropes tied to the bed frame.
I didn't know what was going on.
If any of it was real or not.
But I wasn't spending another second in that room.
[dramatic music.]
- I might has well give you this now.
[creaking.]
- [screams.]
[suspenseful music.]
[faint whispers.]
[ominous music.]
- It's snow.
[creaking.]
What was that? [creaking.]
[exploding.]
- [screams.]
[dramatic music.]
- I might as well give you this now.
[creaking.]
- [screaming.]
- When we looked back, she was gone.
- [exhales sharply.]
Oh, my God.
- And the chair was still smashed.
- [whimpering.]
- There's no denying that someone or something was in that cabin with us.
[single piano note.]
[dramatic music.]
Somehow we both managed to fall asleep for a few hours.
- Jeremy.
Jeremy, wake up.
The snow's melting.
- Come with me.
- The snow was melting, but it was still too high for us to push the door open.
But then Jeremy remembered the second story door that was locked.
Maybe we could jump out the window.
[crashing.]
[both panting.]
- Jeremy.
[eerie music.]
No, no, no, no, no.
- It was like some kind of torture chamber.
And pictures of girls that were bound and gagged were arranged in a pattern.
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! - There was a rope ladder hanging from the window in that room.
Which meant that someone had used it to climb in from the outside.
- Do you think last night when we head footsteps-- - Yeah.
- Oh, my God.
Someone was in here? - Come on! Let's go.
- We used the rope to get down and our car was still buried in the snow, so we walked to a nearby cabin and used the phone.
[dramatic music.]
The police foundhe photos and plenty of other evidence.
- You're the renters for cabin five, right? - The caretaker that we met on the side of the road had killed the woman that rented the cabin right before us.
They caught him right away.
And he admitted that he had used the rope ladder to come into the cabin the night that we were there.
[muffled footsteps.]
- Santa? [muffled footsteps.]
[creaking.]
- He admitted he planned to kill both of us that night, but he didn't go through with it, for some reason.
Some reason he couldn't explain.