(slow eerie music)
(strident, discordant violin music)
(music fading)
(strident, discordant violin music)
(music stopping abruptly)
(slow eerie music)
(slow violin music)
(ominous music)
(snoring)
- Mom?
- Hey, sweetie.
What are you doing up? Come here. - I don't like my room.
- No?
That's okay. You're still getting used to it.
I can't sleep either.
- What are you looking at?
- Some old photos. You wanna see?
D'you know who that is? - No.
- It's me.
- It doesn't look like you. (laughter)
- I know. But that's me.
It's your mom.
I was a kid once, too, believe it or not.
- You're old now.
- How old do you think I am? - Really old.
- Oh.
Have a guess.
- Probably at least, uh... 21.
(mother laughing)
- Ah... I wish you were right.
- Show me a picture when Dad was a little kid?
- I wish I could, but I don't think we have any.
He's really hopeless at keeping photos.
- Show me a picture of when I was a little kid.
- You are a little kid.
You're wonderful.
(baby crying)
You certainly didn't cry as much as your little sister.
But she's up, so let's go. Get some breakfast.
Billing department.
- Let me play. - No!
- I wanna play! - Billing department.
Shhh-shhh-shhh. - I need a bowl, Mom.
- I don't wanna play soon, I wanna play now.
- No, no, no, no! - Here, here.
- It's too small. - Well, just make it work.
(baby crying)
Speak to an agent.
Speak to an agent?
(baby crying)
- Ah...
Oh, man. What?
Every time I think I've pulled you out -
ah! - You grow back in.
God. 'Morning, guys.
- Speak to an agent! - I'm the agent.
- Yeah, hello, I would really like to keep the old number, if that's possible.
- Dude, don't eat on the floor, Foster. - But, I'm...
- Can I have it by the end of the day, please? Because...
Yes...
Okay. Thank you.
Foster, can you please get up off the floor?
- The cap's loose.
- Ah.
What is this? That wax?
We have no actual fruit? We have plastic fruit?
- Tsk. Goddammit.
Honey, if you wanna look at my books, please don't leave them all over the floor.
- I didn't touch your books. (coughing)
- Bye, buddy. - See you, Dad.
- Ah... See you, buddy. - You're not gonna take the boys to school?
- I can't today. Bye. - Are you gonna pick them up?
- I can't. I got a PTA meeting. I totally forgot.
- Why didn't you tell me? (baby crying)
- Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
I'll see you guys. Bye.
(soft music)
♪ Yeah I'm looking west ♪
♪ Always been looking that way ♪
♪ I'm gonna get it all happening ♪
♪ Just can't do it today ♪
♪ Yeah I'm looking west ♪
♪ Always been looking that way ♪
♪ I'm gonna be somebody ♪
♪ I just can't be her today ♪
♪ Ah... ♪ (baby crying over monitor)
(baby wailing)
(quieting down) (coughing)
Okay. (strange sound)
(loud cracking)
(sighing)
(strange sound)
- Hello? - Daddy!
- Oh... Hey, buddy. What's going... Oh, ho-ho-ho!
Hey. - Whoa! This is awesome!
- Show it to your brother. - Okay.
- Show it to your brother. - Come watch TV with me.
- All right. Look at this, babe. Nice job.
- Yeah, it's getting there. - No kidding.
Looks awesome. - Thanks.
- Whoa. (couple, in tum): Hi.
- Pow. (grunting)
Pow.
(making shooting and fighting sounds)
(creaking)
- Have you seen my box of sheet music anywhere?
- Uh... I dunno, babe.
I know we packed 'em.
- No, I packed them. I know. I just... I can't find them.
- I think the movers might've put 'em in the, uh, in the dining room.
(baby crying) Come here, baby girl, come here.
- Not in the dining room. I've unpacked every single box
and... it's just vanished. Can't find it.
- Okay. But we'll find 'em.
(baby fussing) We'll find 'em.
(straining)
(creaking)
(straining)
(cracking)
(baby laughing)
(mother laughing softly) (baby laughing)
(soft eerie soundscape)
(creaking)
(boy screaming)
(dramatic violent sound) (screaming continues)
- Dalton! Honey, where are you?!
(dramatic sound)
- Stay here. Foster, stay with your sister.
(screaming) - Dalton?!
(parents): Dalton! (screaming)
- Hey! - What?
- Hey, hey. Come here. Hey... (wailing)
- What happened?! - Did you fall off the ladder?
D'you fall down? Are you okay? - Yeah...
- What are you doing climbing the ladder?! - Honey...
- Ow... Sorry. - Are you... are you okay?
What hurts? What hurts? - My leg.
- All right, can you move it? Can you move your leg? Is that okay?
- Yeah... - Okay.
Oh, man, what happened to your head?
Oh, gosh. - Scraped it.
- Okay. (exhaling heavily)
- Honey, you cannot come up here, okay? Do not explore anymore.
It's very dangerous, okay? It's off-limits now.
- I'm sorry, Mom. - Okay, okay, it's okay.
Can you stand on it? - I think so.
- Be careful. I got you. C'mere. What are you doing?
You scared us, buddy. Just doing a little exploring?
- So no more exploring up there, okay? - Okay.
- Yeah, you may be a superhero, buddy,
but you're not invincible.
You gotta be careful. All right? - Okay.
- Yeah.
- Good night, sweetie.
- So were you putting boxes away upstairs or?
- Don't, Josh.
- I just hate feeling helpless. Sorry. We'll figure out a way
to lock the door tomorrow. - Good.
It's... dangerous, you know.
Maybe we should just put him on a child leash.
- Stop at the pet store tomorrow.
- I'm sorry I was pissy when you got home from work today.
- Oh... didn't notice. - I was trying...
to... do some work today
and... Cali woke up after a half-hour and...
and she wouldn't go back down and...
I just didn't get anything done.
I just want things to be different in this house.
- Mm. - I just had such a bad day.
I'm scared nothing's gonna change. - It will, I promise you.
We just gotta give it time.
(soft music)
- Thanks for let... letting me take some time to work on my music.
- Come on, I want you to do it.
- I think I have a couple of good songs. I mean, not all of them, but I think...
y'know, there's a few of them I can do something with.
- I love all your songs. - Shut up!
You do not. - I do. Stop it.
- Which one's your favorite?
- Ooh... (woman laughing)
You should write a song about me. - They're all about you!
- Yeah, like how cool I am. (woman laughing)
♪ Ah he's the coolest guy... ♪ - No, no, no, no...
(muffled singing) No, no, no! Shhh... Qu-quiet.
♪ Big muscles... ♪ - Shhh.
(laughing) (muffled singing)
Shhh, you'll wake up... you'll wake up the baby.
(muffled singing) Shhh.
(clock ticking)
(water dripping)
(soft eerie soundscape)
(eerie soundscape)
Foster, can you finish your eggs, please? (baby crying)
Hey, Cali.
Can you go wake up Dalton, Josh?
- Yeah. (baby crying)
- Hey, Mr. Sleepy Pants, get up.
Hey, sleepy pants... you better get out of that bed
or your mother's gonna kill us both.
Dalton, come on, buddy, gotta get ready for school.
Hey. Hey!
Dalton?
Dalton.
Dalton. Dalton!
Dalton!
- There is no brain damage...
that we've detected.
Technically, yes, he's in a coma.
He doesn't react to stimuli, he has no sleep-wake cycle,
but there's no brain trauma or infection. His scans are all normal.
To be honest, I've never seen anything like it.
- But he can't just not wake up. I mean...
There's gotta be something...
- I'm sorry.
- Okay, so... so what do we do? Does he stay here? Do we...
- Yes, we'll conduct some further testing. It's only been a couple of days.
It could take a little longer for... (beeping)
Excuse me a minute, I have to step out. I'll be back in just a moment.
- Dr. Sercarz, how long will the tests take?
(soft music)
- Okay, so what I've done here is I've inserted a nasogastric feeding tube.
To get the length of the tube that I'm gonna need,
I measure from the tip of the nose to the earlobe
and then down to the xiphoid process, which is here.
Then I usually mark that off with some tape.
And then we need to lubricate the end of the tube
that I'm going to insert about four inches.
And then I just...
...slide it in like that. I have to make sure
that the end of the tube is curved
and that his head is a little bent, a little bent back.
And then we usually hold it in place with some surgical tape.
And that's it.
(muted): If there's any problems or any bleeding, just call me, okay?
He'll be fine...
(soft music)
(piano notes)
(static)
(indistinct voice over baby monitor) (static)
(soft eerie soundscape)
(male voice): There's nothing you can do.
(static)
(indistinct voice over baby monitor)
(eerie soundscape)
(whispering)
(indistinct voice over baby monitor) (static)
(laughter)
I need to get out and get away from here. I want it.
Give 'em all. Give 'em.
I want it. I want it!
Now!!! (baby wailing)
(eerie soundscape)
(baby crying)
- Oh, honey. Hey, hey.
It's okay. (baby fussing)
It's okay.
(fussing) (panting)
It's okay. Okay.
- What's this? - An award.
- That's today's date. Did you get this today?
Honey, why didn't you tell us?
I know it's hard right now, but... things are gonna get better.
I promise.
I'm gonna show this to your dad.
It's fantastic.
- I'm scared, Mom.
- Scared of what?
- Dalton.
Can I change rooms?
- Why would you wanna change rooms?
- I don't like when he walks around at night.
(slow beeping)
(noise)
- Something really weird happened to me today.
- Huh. What?
- I heard this noise coming from Cali's room.
It was on the baby monitor. It was like... voices.
And I ran up here and had a look, but there was no one in there.
- It was probably just interference.
Those things are always picking up somebody else's signal.
- Ah, I dunno. It sounded so clear. It was like this... whispering...
It scared the hell out of me.
I... I was at the piano and I could hear it on the monitor
and I turned up the volume and... (banging)
- What the hell is that?
(banging) Hold on.
Stay here.
Who is it?
(Josh whispering): Jesus.
Hello?
(beeping)
(baby crying over monitor)
(crying) (dramatic sound)
- Oh, my God! Josh! Josh! Josh, please, come into Cali's room!
Someone's in Cali's room! There's someone there!
I saw somebody! (baby wailing)
He was standing right there! He was standing right there!!
(baby crying)
(eerie soundscape)
(crying) - There's nobody here.
- I saw someone! (alarm blaring)
- Ah. (crying)
Okay, okay, take her, get Foster, go in Dalton's room.
(wailing)
(alarm blaring)
- Foster! - What's going on?!
- The alarm's gone off.
(alarm blaring)
(alarm silent)
(breathing heavily)
(alarm blaring) - Goddammit.
(alarm silent)
(eerie soundscape)
(bell ringing) Thanks, guys.
See you tomorrow.
(exhaling)
Hey, honey, it's me. Um... they just told me I've got to, uh,
I'm gonna have to stay late tonight to, uh... I gotta grade some tests
and, uh, it's gonna be a while, so, um...
you don't have to wait up, okay? Uh...
I'll be home soon as I can.
(eerie soundscape)
(soft eerie soundscape)
(crickets chirping) (soft music)
(car alarm beeping)
(soft music) - Did he respond
to, uh... any of the new tests?
- No.
No, he didn't. But we have to give it time.
I've seen coma patients with a much longer inactivity time
suddenly start making noises.
- He's not in a coma.
They don't know what to call it.
They don't know what to do with him, so...
...they've just given up.
I feel like the universe is just...
trying to see how far I'll bend
before I break.
- Well, the universe picked a fight with the wrong chick.
- It's okay.
I got it.
Thank you.
You're okay, honey.
(eerie soundscape)
(dramatic violent sound)
(dramatic soundscape)
(cellphone ringing)
- Josh, where are you?
I need you to come home now. Please.
It's 10:30.
- Mm-hmm.
- You've been coming home late every single night.
In all the years you've worked at the school, you've never had to do that.
Why, all of a sudden, are you staying back late?
- Y'know, I don't like it either. I was, uh...
I was grading tests. I mean...
What choice do I have?
Gotta pay Dalton's bills. - Josh.
I'm scared.
I'm so scared and...
- I'm scared. He's my son, too.
- You don't understand. I'm scared for Dalton.
I'm scared of this house.
There's something wrong with this place.
I'm not imagining it. I can feel it. It's...
It's like a sickness. Ever since we've moved in,
everything's just... gone wrong.
- You think our house is haunted?
- I don't think it, I know it.
Things move around in here by themselves.
I walk into the kitchen at night to get a drink, I can feel eyes on me...
Um... I can't...
...be in there alone anymore.
I need you.
But...
you're never here.
Where are you? - I told you.
I... was grading tests.
- That's not what I mean. You're not... here with me
in this situation. You're just avoiding it.
Like everything stressful. Whether it's this or a parking ticket...
- Oh, God, stop saying that, okay? I don't avoid stressful situations.
I'm just dealing with it in my own fucking way.
(Josh sighing)
- Fine. Deal with this.
(door slamming closed)
(eerie soundscape)
(soft eerie soundscape)
(thunder-like soundscape)
(soft eerie soundscape)
(crackling-like sound)
(cracking)
(screaming) (scream echoing)
(panting)
Ah, God...
(footsteps)
Josh?
(creaking) Josh?!
(dramatic violent sound) (panting)
(screaming) (demonic screeching)
(screaming) (baby crying)
(dramatic violent sound) (screaming)
- Renai?! (dramatic violent sound)
(screaming)
(gong-like sound) (baby crying)
(Renai screaming) Renai?!
What? What? What?
What is it? - There's someone here!
(wailing incoherently)
He was right there, I swear! (baby wailing)
Don't you dare not believe me! (baby wailing)
Please.
Please believe me.
I swear he was right there.
(baby wailing) - I do, I do. I do believe you.
I... I just don't know what you want me to do.
- I wanna leave. Please, I wanna leave this house.
I can't spend another night here.
Please. Please help me. - Okay, okay, okay, okay...
We're going.
(music)
- Lorraine, please, you shouldn't be doing any of this. Just sit down.
- I'm perfectly capable of putting a few things away.
I did it for Josh his whole life. - I know, but... I feel terrible.
- I think it's, uh, you who should be sitting down,
by the looks of it.
(soft eerie music)
I can't believe you got Josh to hold still for a photo.
- Ah, what I can't believe is that we are doing this all over again.
Ridiculous.
(soft eerie music)
You must think I'm crazy.
- Nobody - not me or anybody -
knows what you're going through right now.
Whatever you have to do to get through it, do it.
And you don't have to apologize for anything.
- Thanks.
(soft music)
(needle scratching on record)
(ukulele music)
♪ Tiptoe through the window ♪
♪ By the window ♪
♪ That is where I'll be ♪
♪ Oh tiptoe through the tulips ♪
♪ With me ♪
♪ Oh... ♪
♪ Tiptoe from the garden ♪
♪ By the garden of the willow tree ♪
♪ And tiptoe through the tulips ♪
♪ With me ♪
(ukulele music) (falsetto voice still singing)
(needle scratching on record) (silence)
(creaking)
(child laughing)
(laughing)
(soft eerie soundscape)
(creaking)
(dramatic percussive sound) (door banging)
(slow beeping)
(child giggling)
Dalton?
(soft eerie soundscape)
(eerie soundscape)
(suspenseful soundscape)
(dramatic sound)
(dramatic percussive sound) (Renai screaming, child laughing)
(soft eerie soundscape) Oh, my...
(whimpering)
(sobbing) (eerie soundscape)
...with faith, you know.
- Ahem. - Trust it, you know.
- Hello. - H... Josh. Uh...
- It's the first line of a joke, right?
Guy comes home to find his wife with a priest?
- Uh, this is Liam Martin. He's, uh... - Nice to meet you.
- -Actually a very old friend of mine. - Huh.
- This is my husband, Josh.
- What's going on here?
- I should be going. - Thank you so much.
- Thank you so much for the tea.
- This thing...
from the other house?
It's followed us... here. I saw...
...something today. I thought it was a little boy.
I followed it into Dalton's room. But it wasn't a child, it was...
something else...
- So, what, you just...
brought a priest in to get rid of it?
- I didn't know what else to do, Josh.
- Come on, Renai. When's the last time
we went to church?
- What's happening to Renai is real.
I've seen it for myself.
I came today because last night I had a dream about this place.
I was in this house, but it was late at night...
(eerie soundscape)
I was... afraid.
I went into your bedroom, but you were both asleep.
(creaking)
I knew I was asleep in the dream, but...
I could feel that...
someone was awake
in the house. (soft eerie soundscape)
I went into Dalton's room.
(eerie soundscape)
(creaking)
There was something in there with him.
(soft dramatic soundscape)
It was standing there in the comer.
(creaking)
(dramatic soundscape)
I... asked it:
"Who are you?" and it said...
it was a visitor.
I said, "What do you want?"
(eerie soundscape) (crackling)
It said, "Dalton."
I can still hear that voice.
(crackling) (demonic roaring)
(screaming) - What?! What?!
- Oh! It's here!
(screaming) (loud banging)
- What the hell?
(loud noise)
- Ah! (banging)
(loud noise) Ah!!!
- Shhh. (grunting)
- Ah!
(dramatic percussive sound)
- Jesus!
Oh, my God!
- Okay. He's okay. - Please!
Please help him. Please.
- I know someone who can help.
If you're willing to ask.
- I'm Specs, this is Tucker.
- I'm Renai. Hi. - Hi. You must be Josh.
- Yeah. Hi.
- That wasn't psychic. Elise already told me your name, so...
- Where is Elise? - She sent us ahead
to do some preliminary tests.
- Helps weed out the nutjobs.
- Hmm.
- What is that? - Uh, it's a trifield meter.
It measures DC fields and the, uh...
natural electromagnetic environment.
- Yeah, sometimes, old wiring can leak into the atmosphere.
It causes hallucinations, changes in energy...
- It's a little more important than that, but whatever.
- Yeah, the tech stuff's not really relevant to you guys anyway.
- Uh, it's all very relevant, actually.
(humming sound)
(electronic crackling) Pfft.
(gasping) What?
- Starfleet Series 1.
Huh.
It's hard to find.
Should've kept it in its box. It's...
- This device measures changes in UV light.
I make all this equipment myself, you know.
- It's impressive. - Thanks.
It's not that hard, if you know what you're doing.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah, that one's basically a modified toy.
It's, uh...
- I might need some time alone to concentrate.
(electronic whine)
(electronic crackling)
(beeping)
(dramatic percussive sound)
(dramatic music)
- This field is... The body is made up of energy.
Where does that energy go when we die? - We can call Elise.
Now. (knocking)
- Oh! (laughing)
I wasn't sure the doorbell was working. I'm sorry.
- That's fine. Come on in. - Oh, thank you.
- Mrs. Rainier. - No, Mrs. Rainier is my mother.
Just call me Elise. - Oh.
I'm Josh. - I knew that.
You've grown since I last saw you.
- Since you last saw me? - Mm-hmm.
Your mother and I have been friends a long time.
- Oh. - Well, hello.
- This is my wife, Renai. - How do you do?
- Hi. Thank you for coming. - Thank you for having me.
- Can we get you anything, Elise? - Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you so much.
- We took trifield and EMF readings of the whole house. Uh, all the wiring,
alarm clocks, radios, toasters, TV,
the record player, fuse box. Nothing went off the charts
except for the, uh... - And the previous home?
- Um... Tucker hadn't monitored that yet. Y'know what? Don't even sweat it.
I'll make myself available. I'll get on that this afternoon.
- Yeah, but I... I'll have to come too, because who's gonna operate the equipment?
- Well, strictly, I couldn't do it without... - Yeah, but I...
- Yeah. - -Need to go see it.
- That's fine, gentlemen. I don't think bad wiring
is the problem here.
Um, may I walk through the house?
- Sure. Of course. - Thank you.
Your other children are with Lorraine, right? - Yeah, they are.
- Ah, Stephen, do you have your sketchbook? - Uh, yes. Yes, I do.
- Good, 'cause we're gonna need it.
- What do you need that for?
- Um, she tells me what she sees and I draw it.
It's the most important part of her process. - Uh, that's debatable.
- It's not debatable. - It is, but, uh, whatever.
- Leave the light off.
Hey, Dalton.
You are a very handsome boy.
Your mom and dad are here, so don't you worry.
(soft eerie soundscape)
(crackling)
- What?
(crackling) (Elise whispering): Red... red face.
- What?
- Blood-red face.
(indistinct whispering)
- Slow down. - His feet are black...
- Slow down. - I can't slow down. His...
- What is it?!
- Oh, my God... (Specs sketching furiously)
(indistinct whispering)
And pitch-black eyes like two dark holes.
(eerie soundscape)
He has hoofs for feet.
- What?
(indistinct description) - Elise?
Hey, what is this?
(dramatic percussive sound)
(discordant percussive sound)
- I'm not sure if you're ready to hear this yet...
but, unfortunately, I can't waste any time easing you into it.
I want you to know, this is what I believe -
and it may contradict a previous medical diagnosis,
but... you called me here
and I'm taking that as an acceptance of my readings. Yes?
- Yeah. Go on.
- Your son isn't in a coma. Falling off a ladder
had nothing to do with this. His physical body's here...
...but his spiritual body is not.
And the reason these disturbances,
they followed you to a new home...
is because, it's not the house that's haunted.
It's your son.
- I don't understand.
- Have you ever heard of astral projection?
- Um... yes. It's a...
out-of-body experience or something?
- Well, I like to call them travelers.
You see, these are people with the ability
to leave their physical body
and to travel to different places in astral form.
Now, Dalton...
...he is a very accomplished astral projector.
He's been doing it in his sleep
for a long time.
He has been since he was very young.
And he's unafraid, because he thinks they're dreams.
And it's that very lack of fear that has led him to travel...
too far.
And to become lost.
- Lost?
Lost where?
- In a place that I call "The Further."
- What does that mean?
- The Further is a world far beyond our own,
yet it's all around us.
A place without time as we know it.
It's a dark realm filled with the tortured souls of the dead.
A place not meant for the living.
That's where Dalton is.
And the problem is that with his astral body gone,
he's just left us with a physical body, an empty vessel.
And there are entities that know this because they can smell it.
That's why they're gathered around him.
- Are these the things that I've been seeing?
Well...
- They're all trying to get inside of his physical body
simply because they... they crave life.
The chance to live again.
But there are other entities
who are malevolent...
...and have a more insidious agenda.
And then... there is this:
A demon who seeks Dalton's body
for one reason:
To cause pain to others.
He is so desperate to possess Dalton,
he's the closest of all the entities to getting inside of him.
- What do you mean, the closest?
- Because these entities, they can't just walk into the bodies
of the living anytime they please.
To cross over from their realm, it takes time, it takes energy.
But the longer that Dalton's astral body
is kept away from his physical body,
the weaker the link gets.
The easier it is to possess him.
- Is there anything we can do to bring Dalton back?
- There's something we could try.
It's a little unorthodox.
But I would need your complete trust.
- No, no, no. I'm sorry. This has gone too far.
- No, please, Josh, you said you would give her a chance.
- Oh, I have given her a chance, honey, but I can't have somebody come into our home
and telling us the reason our son is in a coma
is because his soul has floated off somewhere in another dimension.
- We're gonna bring her all the way here and not even consider what she's saying?
- I did this to make sure you could feel at ease.
And if it helped, great. I've listened to the dog-and-pony show.
I have seen the drawings.
But to bring Dalton into it? No.
- Well, why is our son still in a coma?!
Why can't the doctors tell us what is wrong with him?!
- How did the voice of reason become the bad guy here?
Don't you see, Renai? You want to believe. Anybody would.
- You don't believe me! You don't believe me!
- I moved houses for you.
What do you mean, I don't believe you?
I'm on your side here.
But this?
This is dangerous and exploitative.
You guys come into the home of a seriously ill child
and you make some... tenuous connection between him
and the images my wife is seeing
and voilà. Tears validate your power...
Thank you very much. That'll be $600, please.
Thank you for coming. - Please. Please...
- Thank you. Uh, you know, no, I really understand.
Thank you for your hospitality. Good luck.
- Oh, Jesus!
- Sorry to waste your time.
Where are you, buddy?
D-did you go somewhere?
No.
No, you're right here.
You are right here.
Can you hear me?
I know you can hear me, but you gotta show me, okay, buddy?
You gotta show me that you can hear me.
(soft eerie soundscape)
Ha...
(soft music)
Okay.
- What's most important is that you realize
no two attempts are the same. I'm gonna be completely honest with you
about the results. If there's no dialogue established,
I'm gonna tell you.
- These still cameras are rigged
to pick up any changes in the atmosphere,
both electrical or temperature-wise.
Don't be alarmed if they go off.
- You're gonna see a lot of confusing things, things you don't understand,
but do not question them and do not speak in any way.
I want you to know whatever I say when I'm in tune is gonna be
at a very low volume; you won't hear any of it,
but Stephen's gonna write it down and he's gonna repeat it for you. Okay?
Dim the lights, please.
(slow beeping)
(droning)
(breathing)
- We are calling out to you, Dalton.
(indistinct whispering)
Tell us you're safe, tell us where you are.
Dalton.
Can you hear us?
Answer us.
(soft wind-like sound)
(indistinct whispering)
(whispering)
- Who's there?
(whispering)
Dalton, it's your mother and father.
(soft wind-like sound) (whispering)
We've been searching for you.
Where are you?
(whispering) "I need help."
"I can't...
...see... in here."
Dalton. Dalton, you don't need to see.
Follow my voice.
Follow my voice, Dalton.
(whispering) Dalton...
Why aren't you... Why aren't you talking anymore?
Dalton.
(whispering)
"If they...
If they hear me, they'll hurt me."
Who will hurt you?
Who will hurt you, Dalton?
(whispering)
"The man...
"...with...
"...fire...
...on his face."
(whispering)
Dalton.
Dalton, can you find your way out?
"There is... no...
...way out."
Follow my voice, Dalton.
Follow my voice.
"Be... quiet.
They'll... hear you."
They won't hear me, Dalton. Follow my voice.
"They... heard...
"you.
"Oh, my God...
"you, Mommy...
"...and Daddy.
Help. Help.
"Help. Help.
"Help me. Help.
Help. Help..."
Dalton? (slow beeping)
(soft wind-like sound)
(whispering)
(eerie soundscape) (whispering)
"You... bitch."
(Elise screaming) (Specs screaming)
(steady beeping)
- Dalton?
Ah!
(Renai whimpering)
(Renai yelping) - Mommy...
(grunting) - Specs!!
(Renai screaming)
(strangled roaring)
- Leave this vessel!
Leave this vessel!
(Renai screaming)
Leave this vessel!!
(screaming) Leave this vessel!!
Leave this body!! Tucker!
Turn on the lights!
Leave this body now!!!
(soft music)
- Oh! - Dalton?
Oh, son. Come here. Shhh.
He's alive. - He's alive?
- He's alive. Oh, God. - Oh, Jesus. Oh, honey.
- Oh, God.
- Three cameras, around the clock.
We got nothing.
But I did find this on the video.
Take a look.
See that?
I went through it, frame...
...by frame...
...by frame.
(soft eerie soundscape) - Oh, my God.
(crackling)
(doorbell ringing) (Josh sighing)
- Who's that? - I'll get it.
Hi, Lorraine.
- Mom, what are you doing here?
- I asked your mother to come over. I called her immediately after the session.
- Why? - There's something we must talk about.
Lorraine, have a seat.
Go on, tell them.
- Tell me what, Mom?
- The reason...
I knew to call Elise in this situation, the reason I... know her so well...
is because I called her myself once, years ago.
To help you.
- What are you talking about, Mom? - It's no accident
that your son is a gifted traveler.
The ability was handed down to him. - By his father.
- Me?
No, I don't... I don't do...
I can't do that. - You were about eight.
You suffered night terrors,
these awful fits of... pure fear.
You, uh, were terrified of an old woman
you said used to come visit you at night.
I dismissed your stories, I...
(sighing) ...I told you to grow up.
And then I saw her for myself.
At first I thought it was a camera problem.
And then I saw her again.
(soft eerie soundscape)
In each photo...
...she got closer... (eerie soundscape)
...and closer...
(eerie soundscape)
...and closer to you.
Finally I was so frightened, I found Elise.
- Do you remember...
any of this, honey? Do you?
- No, I...
I don't.
- Suppressing your memory and your ability to astral project
was the only way to stop her from getting into you.
But in the back of your mind,
you're still afraid to have your picture taken,
aren't you?
- I kept those photos hidden from you ever since.
- I advised Lorraine to hide them...
...to stop taking your picture,
to just let you forget.
- Who is she? - A parasite.
She befriended your astral body
and then drew you out into The Further just as Dalton has been drawn out.
- I'm so sorry, Josh.
- I didn't want to make you remember all this.
I do it for the sake of your son.
Your son is out there.
And you are the only one that can bring him back.
And with what we saw tonight, I would say
he doesn't have much time left to wait for you.
- Okay.
(soft mournful music)
- You've always been stronger than me.
You can do this.
I love you. - I love you.
- Please come back.
- Remember why you're traveling.
And keep one foot in this world.
Do not draw attention to yourself.
If they realize you are not one of them,
they will come for your physical body in this world.
Ready?
- Yeah.
I don't know what I'm ready for.
Okay.
(ticking)
- Close your eyes, Josh. Take a deep breath
and relax.
With each breath...
let the life around you fade into the background.
Just listen to the ticking of the metronome.
Focus on the spot in the center of your forehead.
The universe is deathless.
It's deathless, because having no finite self,
it stays infinite.
A sound man,
by not advancing himself,
stays the further ahead of himself.
- It's useless. I have no idea what I'm doing.
(strange harsh soundscape)
(Elise): Now you're outside.
Let my voice be your guide.
Keep a steady stride.
Into The Further you go.
(thundering sound)
(heartbeat)
(soft eerie soundscape)
(heartbeat)
- Dalton.
(heartbeat)
(soft eerie soundscape)
(eerie soundscape)
- He's in.
(creaking)
- Dalton!
(percussive sound)
Hello?
Wait.
(indistinct whimpering)
Hello?
(indistinct whimpering)
(woman crying)
(sobbing)
Hello?
(sobbing)
I'm looking for my son, Dalton.
(child laughing)
(creaking)
(distant tune whistling)
(whistling a merry tune)
(silence)
(discordant music)
(whistling tune)
Dalton!
(whistling continues) Dalton!
(gun cocking)
Where's my son?
Tell me where my son is. Please!
(loud bang) (gun cocking)
(loud bang and gun cocking)
(discordant music)
(music fading)
(door unlatching and creaking)
(discordant percussive sounds)
(creaking)
(soft eerie soundscape)
(discordant music)
Uh!
(grunting)
(grunting softly) - What's happening to him?!
(panting)
(grunting)
(grunting forcefully)
Jesus.
Help him, Elise! Please!
(struggling)
- You're stronger than they are, Josh.
You can beat them. You're stronger. You are the one alive.
- Get away from me!
- Ah!!
(panting)
(clicking and creaking)
(strange soundscape)
(soft eerie soundscape)
(crying)
(whining softly)
(Josh panting)
- Dalton! - Daddy?
- Oh, God! Buddy! - Daddy! Daddy!
- Oh, my God. Oh, buddy. - Daddy.
- Oh, my God. - Daddy...
- Oh, buddy. It's okay. (Dalton crying)
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. Oh, God. - Daddy, look, I'm chained.
- Okay, okay, okay. Face me, buddy, face me.
C'mere. We'll get you out. We'll get you out, buddy, okay?
Daddy's here.
(panting)
What?
♪ Tiptoe ♪
♪ Through the window By the window ♪
♪ That is where I'll be ♪
♪ Come tiptoe ♪
♪ Through the tulips with me ♪
♪ Oh... tiptoe ♪
♪ From the garden ♪
♪ By the garden ♪
♪ Of the willow tree ♪
♪ And tiptoe through the tulips ♪
♪ With me ♪
♪ Knee deep ♪
(distant music continues) Oh, God. Okay.
It's okay. Listen to me. Look at me. None of this is real, okay?
This is not real. Look at me. Look at my eyes, buddy.
None of this is real. We're gonna go home, okay?
You gotta help me. There's one. We got it.
(clanking) - Oh, my God, Dad.
- What? - He's looking.
(dramatic percussive sound)
(discordant music)
(silence)
(discordant soundscape)
(snarling)
(grunting) (discordant sound)
- Oh!
Baby. Stay here, baby. Come on, stay with us.
(dramatic soundscape)
(grunting)
(dramatic music) (rumbling)
(discordant soundscape)
- Daddy!
(snarling)
(panting)
(discordant soundscape)
(rumbling) - He's made contact.
- Grab the light! (suspenseful music)
(rumbling)
- He found your son.
I know it. - Well, then, wake him up, for God's sake!
- I can't. He needs to find us.
(panting)
(eerie soundscape)
- I'm scared, Dad.
(whispering voice) Ah!
(Dalton whimpering)
(rumbling)
No!! Don't!!
Dad!
- Please, Elise, do something!!
(glass breaking)
- Renai, you must call out to him.
- Josh! Josh, follow my voice!
Follow my voice, honey!
(eerie screeching) - Get away! Get away!
- Come back to us! Follow my voice, Josh.
- Daddy, listen, I think it's Mommy!
- Josh, come back, please. Follow my voice.
Josh, follow my voice.
Follow my voice, Josh.
(other worldly screaming)
Follow my voice! (rumbling)
(rumbling fading)
(soft rumbling)
(silence)
(dramatic sound)
- There's something in there! In there! Elise!
- Stephen, Lorraine, go check on Dalton!
- What?! - Go check on Dalton!
- What?! - Go check on Dalton now!
- What? Okay.
(Specs breathing heavily)
- Elise... (slow beeping)
(man screaming) (jarring discordant soundscape)
(soft discordant soundscape)
(disembodied screaming)
(soft discordant soundscape)
- They're crossing over into our world.
(creaking)
(percussive sound) (disembodied screaming)
(discordant sound) - Ah...
(disembodied screaming)
Elise! - Tucker! Tucker!
(disembodied screaming) No!
You have to shine the light at Josh! (screaming)
(dramatic music)
(straining) - Come on!
(grunting)
(grumbles indistinctly)
- Shine the light on Josh! On...
(screaming) On Josh!
You've got to call him back! You have to call him back!
- Josh! Josh! Josh, come back to us! Josh, please!
(discordant music)
Josh! Josh, come to, please!
- Come on, Dad! Come on! He's right behind us! We have to go!!
- I'm right behind you. Go.
(silence)
You?
(creaking)
(snarling)
(dramatic discordant soundscape)
(fading)
(percussive sound) (Dalton screaming)
(discordant soundscape)
(fading)
- What do you want from me? What do you want from me?
I'm not scared of you.
I'm not scared of you anymore.
You can get away from me.
Get the hell away from me!
(sinister laughter) Get away from me!
Get away from me!!!
Leave me alone!
- Josh, please! Please! Please!
Come back! Follow my voice!
Follow my voice, please, honey!
Josh, come back! Come back to us! - Get the hell away from me!
- Please, Josh, please! Come back to us, please!
Follow my voice! Follow my voice!
Please! Please!
Josh! Please!
Come back, please!
- Leave me alone!
(gasping)
- Oh!
(gasping)
(discordant soundscape)
(fading into soft music)
(soft music)
I've got Dalton! He's awake! - Oh, my boy! He's okay!
He's okay! Oh! - You did it, buddy.
- You're back! You're back!
(soft music)
(fading)
- Dude, I got some amazing shots. You were gonna write a book?
And my photos are gonna be the main selling point.
- Not the main selling point, but they'll definitely be important.
They will be important.
- A picture's worth 1,000 words. - Yeah, but words are worth 1,000 words, too.
(soft music)
- You're really hungry, aren't you?
- I'm tired, too. - You're tired?
No, you can't be tired. You- - Yes, I can.
- No, you've been asleep for far too long.
And you know what? I'm never letting you go to sleep again.
- You showed me a new world.
- No, I didn't.
You've been there before, remember.
- Well, let's hope I forget again.
Well, guess I don't need these anymore.
(soft eerie music)
What?
- Nothing.
I'm gonna get rid of these.
- All right. (sighing)
Why did you do that?! (eerie soundscape)
Why would you do that to me when you know how I feel about that?! Why?!
Ah! Why?! Why?! Why?!
Why?! Why?!
- No, you're not tired.
In fact, you're never going to sleep again. You have to stay awake
for the rest of your life. - No.
- Why?! Why?! Why?!!!
Why?!
(discordant soundscape) - Ah!
- You bitch!!
- Can you watch him, Lorraine? - Sure.
- Thanks.
- Elise.
(dramatic soundscape)
Josh!!
Josh! (dramatic soundscape)
Josh, where are you?!
Josh!
Honey, please! Where are you?!
Josh!
(dramatic soundscape fading)
Oh... Oh, Jesus.
(whimpering)
(discordant soundscape)
- Renai, I'm right here.
(discordant soundscape)
(silence)
(soft eerie music)
(discordant soundscape)