Griffin: Previously on "Secrets of Sulphur Springs"...
Savannah: The camp is opening today
and this time I'll be the one creeping kids out
with the legend of Moss Man.
This place isn't haunted by Savannah.
We know. The mirror told us.
Wyatt: That's how the ghost communicates.
Harper: Elijah's ghost wants us to go back to my family's farm.
We need to find out why.
(wailing)
It was never Elijah leading us back here.
It was her. Grace.
My great‐great‐grandmother.
Ghost of The Tremont.
Zoey: No way this came down by itself.
This is not normal. How else do we explain it?
Zoey: Except ghosts.
Mom and Dad definitely won't want to hear that.
Wait, is that mine?
Oh, this? Yeah. I had to drink it.
It was melting.
There's always the refrigerator.
So what's with all this?
Isn't it obvious? Paranormal activity.
Zoey: You were home the whole time.
Did you hear anything?
Like screams? Clawing at the walls?
(mimics eerie scratching)
I actually haven't heard anything.
House has been pretty quiet.
Sarah: Griffin, that you down there?
Um, yeah, I‐‐ I was just out back.
Sarah: Okay, well, all of you, time for bed.
We'll clean that mess up in the morning.
Coming.
(mouths) Tomorrow.
(light fizzling)
(eerie music playing)
Grace.
(theme music playing)
(yawns)
Wyatt, it's too early.
I've been waiting for the sun to come up
for about an hour.
Daylight. Safety.
Or not.
Zoey, get over here.
It's her.
The ghost. She's back.
‐Wyatt: Mom! ‐Zoey: Dad!
Hurry! The window! You have to see this!
A ghost, right‐‐
There.
Plenty of mist but no ghost.
She was there! The silhouette of an old woman.
We both saw her.
We're thinking maybe the same ghost
who tore down the wallpaper.
We already talked about the wallpaper.
A perfectly logical explanation.
We're not buyin' it. There is no explanation.
And there's no old woman outside.
All we've got here are two kids
with vivid imaginations.
They're referring to us.
Might I suggest you two go downstairs
and pour yourself some cereal?
We'll join you in a bit.
They're getting to you, aren't they?
Yeah, a little.
You know, the mind can play tricks on you.
Ghosts can play tricks too.
Look, I'm telling you, it‐‐
It feels like there is something in this place.
Someone.
And it wants us out.
Wyatt: Mom! Dad! Get down here!
Zoey: More wallpaper fell.
(muffled explosions)
(metal creaking)
Griffin: I have weird dreams all the time.
They never mean anything.
Harper: This was different, real scary.
Griffin: Like these pants.
It's like if I sneeze, they're gonna split wide open.
Harper: Then don't sneeze.
And remember the plan.
As soon as we realize Daisy's not around,
I step in, pretend I'm her,
and figure out why Grace wants us back here.
And I... play the new kid next door.
No, you want it more like...
that.
Just need a little 'tude.
How's that?
Close enough.
Griffin: Harper, come on, let's go.
Coming.
♪
(leaves rustling)
(rustling continues)
Mom! Mom!
Oh, young lady, what's this all about?
Something was following me back in the woods.
A creature all covered in moss.
I almost yelled, but then it ran off.
Honey, that was Sam, the maintenance man.
He's been out cleaning moss from the trails.
You mean he's Moss Man?
No. I mean he's Sam.
And he's very busy,
so you best stay out of his way.
(gears whirring)
♪
Darn‐ation!
Daisy!
You 'bout scared me to death.
Wait. Who are you?
New neighbor from down the road.
Name's Harry.
You're not the same kid
who was snooping around yesterday?
That kid with them two girls?
Asked him the same thing, but he's not.
So... what is all this?
You know what it is.
My special project.
Harper: Oh, right. Your special project.
If you don't mind...
You're trying to build a time machine?
Did you tell him, Daisy?
Yeah, uh, sort of.
It's still in the planning stages.
Some hiccups to work out.
Do you believe in time travel, Harry?
I'm open to the idea. Yeah.
Sam: Wait a second.
Aren't you supposed to be out at the oak grove,
collecting pecans?
Where's your sack?
And why did you change your clothes?
Oh, um, I already filled the sack.
And I got dirty, so I changed.
Did you say oak grove?
You mean, by the clearing?
Along the fence line...
where the pecans are.
Pecans... Harry, we should go.
What do you mean? We just got here.
Come on.
See you later, Daisy's little brother.
Sam. Sam Tremont.
See you, Harry.
What're you doing? Where're we going?
That kid wants to build a time machine.
That can't be a coincidence.
Earlier, when we came through,
I had a feeling someone was watching us.
Daisy?
Oh, no.
This is not good. This is not good at all.
♪
She found it! Daisy found the portal.
Oh, and if she's a relative of yours,
she couldn't help but go exploring.
Harper: Daisy!
Jess: Harper?
Oh, uh, there you are. Kirstin's coming in late,
so I need your help at the café.
There's no time to explain.
Who are you?
What is this place? I‐‐ I don't‐‐
I'm your great‐granddaughter, and you traveled through time.
Time?
You're way in the future.
Like way, way.
You need to be me, and I'll go back and be you
just for a little while. My name's‐‐
Jess: Harper! Come on! No dawdling.
Please. There's no choice. Go! Be me!
(car dings)
Seatbelt.
(phone ringing)
Kirstin: Hi, Jess.
Jess: Kirstin, hi. What's the update?
Kirstin (over phone): I'm running Justin home,
and then I'll head back to the café.
‐Jess: Great. ‐Kirstin: Thanks.
(seatbelt clicks)
Um, excuse me, but Daisy went that way.
Off to the café, sounded like. You've got to get to her.
Explain all this somehow
and get her back here by, say, five o'clock?
While you head back to the 1930s.
Our original plan, posing as Daisy.
I mean, what better way
to find out what Grace wants us to see?
Offhand, I can think of about six.
Five o'clock. Don't be late.
(door creaks open)
♪
Where've you been?
I've been doing double‐time on our chores.
I just‐‐
She was beautiful, wasn't she?
Yes.
(rocking chair creaks)
The rocking chair?
Mother's rocking chair.
Papa's been up there all day.
Is everything all right?
Come over here. Sit.
Your mother was the one who knew the numbers.
I can't figure this out to save me...
and save the farm.
Nothing for you to worry about.
You know, you look more like your mother every day.
Growin' up so beautiful and smart.
And you love this place as much as she did.
Especially those springs.
She was so convinced they could save her,
she had us believing it too.
Yeah. She did.
I feel closer to her here than anywhere else in the house.
So when does it do it?
Any particular time of day?
It's random and, so far, for our eyes only.
And you're sure it's not Savannah
who was writing in the mirror?
Positive. We asked the ghost point blank
and it wrote, "Nooooo..."
Only not quite that dramatic.
I would love a peek at that mirror.
Still no idea where your dad hid it?
Not a clue.
But we do know every nook and cranny in this place.
I say we start with the secret room.
Secret room. I like the sound of that.
♪
(door creaks open)
And who might you be?
(indistinct chatter)
(phones chiming, devices beeping)
Jess: Harper?
Harper?
Earth to Harper.
Folks on table three need help. Go.
And smile.
Good afternoon. May I be of some assistance?
Yes, please. Can I have a double‐decaf, no‐foam latte?
And I'll do a skinny, half‐caf, white mocha, no whip.
So that was a double scoop‐‐
Uh, I mean, a‐‐ a skinny?
No. No, no. A double‐decaf, no‐foam latte.
Mine is the skinny.
Yeah, uh, she'll get right on it. Excuse us, guys.
Did you say anything? To Mrs. Dunn? To anyone?
Did you tell them who you really are?
‐No. ‐Okay. Okay, good. That's good.
Everyone here is so frantic and busy.
Yeah. It's 2020,
the age of "frantic and busy."
Uh, sorry. I'm just so confused.
Okay. It‐‐ It's like in your little brother's book.
You traveled through time.
And that bunker in the basement,
it's a portal, a door to the past.
I mean, for you, I guess it's a door to the future, but...
You talk too fast too.
Oh, I'm sorry. I do that when I get excited.
‐The girl who looks like me‐‐ ‐Harper.
She's my great‐granddaughter? That's just impossible.
Trust me, it's‐‐ it's possible.
Trust you? How can I?
I don't even know your name‐‐
It's Griffin. Griffin Campbell.
‐Oh, my... ‐Daisy, what is it?
I‐‐ I don't feel so well.
Harper?
Oh, whoops! You caught us.
We were just practicing our dance moves.
Harper's studying the 1930s
and, uh, there's a school dance coming up.
There is?
Yes.
Yup, it's right around the corner.
Well, come on, girl. Kirstin's here.
So I can get you back to do your homework.
Yeah. About that. Um...
‐About what? ‐Griffin: Her homework.
Uh, she has this test to study for.
It's, uh... history.
Yes, history.
Griffin: It's all a part of that 1930s thing.
You know, I said I'd help with the, uh, the dance moves
and the flashcards and all that.
So, uh, can she come over tonight?
You know, she's always over there.
Griffin, why don't you come home with us? Hm?
Last I heard, flashcards work anywhere.
We'll call your mom from the car.
Yeah, okay. Okay.
Don't worry, I got this.
Got what?
Of course, Dad hides it in the scariest place possible.
Should've looked here first.
(lights fizzling)
It does that sometimes.
We think it might be in the wiring.
Or the mirror.
So how are we gonna find the ghost?
I don't see anyone in there.
What if we try talking to it again?
Good idea! Do you want me to?
I'll do it.
What do you think I should ask?
Try... "If you're not Savannah, who are you?"
Only like this... "Whooo are yooooou?"
Okay, got it.
So if you're not Savannah, whoooooo‐‐
Sarah: Are you kids down there?
If you are, you know you're not supposed to be.
‐Busted. ‐Totally.
Be right up! You stay, Topher.
See if you can get it to write something.
Hi. I'm Topher, by the way. And you are?
Maybe instead I should ask, who were you?
Okay. You don't like "who." Let's try "why."
Why are you haunting this place, these kids, this family?
Give me a letter. Two letters, initials.
I'll take anything.
Whoa!
(tense music playing)
(door creaking)
No way!
Jess: Topher!
He was told to come straight home.
Topher! Get down here!
Uh, Harper, can you run upstairs and get your brother?
Ten to one, he's streaming some horror opus
instead of doing his homework.
Yes, ma'am.
Ma'am?
Uh, Mother?
Mom is fine. Always has been.
Griffin, what is going on around here?
Oh, like I said,
it's a part of her history class.
Harper's taking this full immersion thing very seriously.
Jumping in with both lace‐up boots.
(sighs) Nothing for dinner.
You know, if you wouldn't mind,
can you tell Harper and Topher I had to run to the market?
Oh, uh, tacos are good for you?
Great! I love tacos.
Of course, they probably didn't have tacos in the 1930s,
but I'm sure Harper will gobble 'em right up.
Yeah.
She's an artist too.
Is that supposed to be her father?
Griffin: I guess so.
He died when she was younger.
Like my mother died.
‐Grace? ‐Yes.
Grace.
I suppose Harper misses her father
as much as I miss my mother.
Look, Harper's mom just ran to the market.
This is the perfect opportunity to get you back to 1930.
But we have to leave right now.
Come on.
Leave, okay.
♪
(clock chimes five o'clock)
(radio whirring)
♪
Harper: Next time on "Secrets of Sulphur Springs"...
I can't be stuck here.
There used to be a crystal in here.
Looks like you're stuck here being Harper.
Harper will cover for you.
What game are you playing?
Trying to contact the ghost
who pulled down the wallpaper.
Grace, is that you?
No way!
My friend Savannah just sent me a picture.
It's the maintenance man in 1962.
Sam? My brother?
It's her! The lady we saw through the window.
Daisy: Some women in our family see things before they happen.
Bad things. Really bad.