(mysterious music)
(whispered arguments)
- I'm tired of this! It's not normal!
(whispering): Lower your voice.
(shouting): I'm done walking on egg shells!
(whispering): He's out of control. He's violent.
Punching holes in the walls, he scratched your face.
- It's an accident.
- Wake up, grace.
He has problems we can't help him with.
- Yes, we can! (sobbing)
(mysterious music)
(daniel): Listen, there are places...
- No. - They're not that bad.
A year, maybe less. And they can help him.
- No, daniel. I'm not sending my son away.
- Grace... - I'll take care of him.
There'll be nothing to upset him.
- Grace...
That's enough.
(grace crying)
- Mama will take the best care of her boy, hm? These walls will keep you safe.
I'll keep you safe.
(laughing)
- Oh...
(molly): Not bad, huh?
- Not bad?
How can you afford this?
I mean, I know you just sold your first book.
- Best seller, thank you very much.
- This is like... Wow.
- I was just as shocked when the realtor brought me in.
Even more shocked when she told me the asking price.
- So there's something wrong with it, then.
- Bella, look at this place!
If there's something wrong with this...
I'm good.
- Well, you deserve it.
- We deserve it.
(excited squealing)
(thudding, screaming) - movers!
(laughing) - thank you.
- Those were the last of the boxes. Have a good evening.
- Good night.
- What we need is some wine.
- Yes.
(laughing)
- Thanks for letting me crash here for a while.
This is so much better than that room I was renting.
- For a while? Stay as long as you want.
- I don't know.
Carter and I might move in together.
(laughing)
- How's everything going with you and mr. Perfect?
- Amazing.
It's tough, working at the same firm, but I'm loving it.
I just hope he doesn't get sick of me, or something.
- Or you of him. Remember, he's the lucky one.
(glasses clinking)
- And what about you? Any cute guys at these book signings yet?
- I don't have time for any of that.
- Come on, molly!
It's about time you find someone to enjoy life with.
- That's why I have a sister.
Besides, I've got a book to write, and this writer's block isn't helping at all.
I can feel my editor losing patience with me.
I have a meeting with her tomorrow.
Terrified.
- You just had a best-seller.
- Are you kidding?
She's constantly saying, "you're only as good as your next book."
- No ideas?
- No, nothing.
You know, for the first one I had...
- The incident.
You know, I don't talk about it much, but every now and then I need to.
You saved my life that night.
And for you to relive that as inspiration for your book--
- Hey, you did just as much as I did that night.
Writing the book helped me process it once and for all.
I don't know, you just write scary stuff,
And suddenly the world isn't as scary anymore.
- Writing that book and revisiting that night
Might've helped you, but just moving on from it,
That's what helped me.
I'm not scared anymore.
- You were always the worst liar.
(laughing)
(creaking)
(soft music)
(sighing)
(glass clinking)
(wind howling)
(ominous music)
(gasping)
- Oh god, you scared me.
- Good night! - Night.
(fan whirring)
(gasping)
(panting)
What are you looking for?
- I could've sworn I left the frying pan on the counter last night.
That's odd.
- Was it cold in your room last night?
- Maybe a little. You know old places like this, drafty.
The superintendent said they were working
On building renovations or something.
- Oh. Is there any way you could swing by the
grocery store again? We really need coffee.
- Anything else?
- Mmm... Shoot, I gotta get going.
Um... No.
Just the coffee. I need my fuel.
(distant music playing)
- They're just some idea. You know, works in progress.
- Deadly lies they tell was a huge success for us,
Molly, but you're only as good as your next book, right?
I love your writing.
The challenge is that readers
Will move on too if we don't keep your name out there.
I know what it's like to be under pressure. I'm on the hook for this one too.
The publishing firm wants me to find best sellers.
I think you have talent.
I just need you to get me something soon.
- Alright, in the meantime, we have your book signing in a couple of days.
Let's have a great time and meet some of your readers.
- Give me a week, heather.
It's right there, I can feel it.
I won't let you down.
(soft, eerie music)
(sighing)
(creaking)
Hey, sis.
It was the disaster I thought it would be, I didn't have anything.
I'm here, sorry.
Yeah, I know. Dinner sounds amazing, thank you.
And I got your coffee.
'kay, gotta go.
(ominous music)
(screaming)
- Oh, my god! I'm so sorry.
- No, I'm sorry, I'm...
I usually watch where I'm going. Embarrassing.
- Here, let me grab it. - No, it's okay.
- I got it. It's the least I can do.
- I'm such a klutz. - You and me both.
- Um...
- Thanks. I need that stuff in the morning.
- Me too. Let me grab that.
- Oh. Which way are you headed?
Next block up.
Well, I could head that way.
- I don't want to bother you.
- Not at all.
Dangerous killers don't
Walk around with groceries.
- You sure about that?
- Uh, I'm kyle.
- Molly. Nice to meet you.
- You too.
You know, these paper bags are the worst.
You should get some reusable bags. You won't have to worry about this happening.
- I know, I usually do. First time at that store.
- Oh, you just moved in?
- Yeah. Haven't unpacked yet.
- Well, you're gonna like the area.
It's a good neighborhood. I can make show you around some--
- This is me. - Oh, that was quick.
Uh... Here you go. Easy. Got it?
- Yeah.
- So, uh... I guess I'll see you around the neighborhood?
- Maybe. Thanks again.
- Maybe.
Maybe...
(laughing) - ew.
So that's it? You just let him walk away?
- Yup. I can't help it.
All I see are potential stalkers following me, like that creep before him.
- Stop. That was your imagination.
- Well, I wish my imagination would kick in when I'm in front of my laptop.
- Still nothing?
- I literally stared at my screen all day, from every angle.
- You're gonna get there.
Once your imagination kicks in, there's no stopping you.
Now, what you should be doing is channelling
all this energy into finding a date.
I mean, maybe that's what you need!
Take your mind off all the pressure of starting the new book...
- Maybe you're right.
(ominous music)
(gasping)
(soft music)
- I'm telling you, it wasn't a dream.
I know what a dream feels like.
- I appreciate the attempted inspiration, I do.
- I'm not trying to inspire you.
- Okay, don't get mad.
- I'm sorry. It just scared me.
It felt so real.
(chuckling)
- You used to do this when we were kids.
You'd crawl into my bed saying there was some monster or ghost, or something.
It was just a dream! I'm sorry.
- It's okay. Maybe it was a dream.
- Hey. I wouldn't let anyone hurt you.
- I know.
Mmm... Thanks for getting the...
Decaf?
- I know better than to get us that.
Oh, my god.
(chuckling) this must be his.
(laughing)
- I don't know what's worse,
That you let him walk away,
Or that you let him walk away with the real coffee.
(laughing)
- Mmm.
(cars honking)
(indistinct chatter)
(phone chiming)
(eerie music)
(phone clicking)
(thudding)
(gasping)
(phone ringing)
(sighing)
- I've had the most unproductive day.
Take-out and a movie tonight?
- Carter surprised me with a candlelit dinner.
Like, probably the most romantic thing I've ever seen in my life.
Sorry. Rain check.
- I hate you.
- You're the best.
(chuckling)
(soft music)
(ominous music)
(fan whirring)
(ominous music)
(gasping)
- "she didn't know why she was chosen.
Was it her smile? Was it the colour of her hair?
Maybe he saw her in the coffee shop on the corner.
Or her favourite book store.
The bookstore with the books she couldn't find anywhere else.
Or maybe fate led him to her doorstep, to that window.
The window she should've locked.
The window that now is just a memory he opens in her darkest dreams."
(applause)
(chuckling)
Thank you.
Thank you so much for coming.
Hello again.
- I saw your picture in the window the other day. I...
- You read it?
- I couldn't put it down.
- You read the whole thing in a few days?
- I had some free time on my hands, and I made some more time to finish it.
- Kyle, right?
- Yeah.
- What'd you think?
- You're...
An incredible writer.
- Thank you.
- I hope you don't think this is too fan stalker.
Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?
- I don't know...
- It's okay, I know. I'm putting you on the spot.
- No, you're not.
- I'll tell you what. Here's another contribution
To my new favourite writer.
And if you change your mind...
Ball's in your court. No pressure.
I am holding up the line. - Thank you.
- Thank you for this.
Oh, I forgot.
- What's this?
- It's your coffee. Caffeinated.
I'm a decaf guy.
(chuckling)
- Thanks. You saved me a trip to the store.
- See you soon?
I'm so sorry.
(chuckling)
- Hi. - Hi.
Who can I make this out to?
- You really need to call this guy.
- I'm so behind on the book. - Molly!
- I don't need any distractions.
- This isn't about distractions,
Molly, you and I both know that.
- Bella, don't... - It's been four years!
- I know how long it's been.
I know I should be over it.
I know somehow you forgot about it.
- I didn't forget about it, molly, I just moved on.
- I did too.
At least I thought I did.
But every time I see a stranger look in my direction it's like it's...
Him, and...
- Hey.
- I don't want to be like this.
I don't. I want to pick up the phone and call him, and get dressed up.
I do, but I don't think I can.
- I felt the same way for a long time.
Until... - Mr. Perfect.
- Carter's not perfect.
He's just... Perfect for me.
You can find the perfect guy for you too, molly,
But you're gonna have to start trusting
The world around you and step outside of your comfort zone.
Take a chance.
- I'll get there. I'll try.
- Promise?
- Promise.
- Okay.
I gotta get going.
- Again? Are you my roommate or his?
- I'm working on the latter.
- Hey, heather!
(heather): Everything coming along?
- Yep, absolutely! Working hard.
- Can we see something tomorrow?
- Tomorrow?
Are you sure we can't just push it a couple days?
I want to make sure I give you something solid.
- I need is asap, and it's gotta be great, kiddo.
- Okay.
(soft music)
(sighing)
(kyle): Hello?
Hello?
- Hi, this is molly. Bachman.
We met the other day.
- I was hoping that you'd call.
I started reading that page-turner of yours again.
- Now you're just embarrassing me.
- No, I love it.
(chuckling)
- So, I was wondering if that...
Dinner offer was still open.
Like maybe tonight?
Hello?
- Uh, yeah. Yes. Absolutely.
I know a great italian place called fratelli's on 17th street.
Shall we say seven?
- Seven is perfect.
See you then.
- See you then.
(squealing, laughing)
- You really need to call someone about the heat.
You look amazing!
- Are you sure?
- What's wrong?
- I don't know.
Maybe I should be focusing on the writing.
I don't think I can put heather off--
- Don't start that.
I know it's hard for you to trust people.
- That's not it.
- But sooner or later, you're going to have to.
You've come so far.
I mean, maybe this is the last step you need.
- Maybe. Can I get that necklace that you borrowed?
What?
- Nothing. The gold one?
- How many of my necklaces do you have?
(chuckling)
(soft music)
- Molly, this light still doesn't work.
- We gotta get bulbs. Just use the bedside lamp for now.
(gasping) can you zip me up?
That isn't funny.
I thought you heard me.
- You gave me a heart attack.
- Come on. Zip, zip.
Hey, were you here earlier today?
- Are you kidding? We were swamped at work. Why?
- The copy of my book was... Never mind.
- There you go.
- What do you think?
Complete, unfiltered honestly.
- I think his jaw is going to drop.
(laughing)
Now, remember what I said.
(both): Throw all caution to the wind.
- I deserve this.
Got it.
- And I want to hear every single detail tomorrow.
(chuckling) - you know I can turn this room into an office.
(laughing)
(ominous music)
- I'm so glad you called.
I thought I scared you away.
- No, not at all.
But I haven't been on a date in...
- It's been a while for me too.
- I find that hard to believe.
- That is exactly what I thought about you.
(laughing)
- But we are here.
- We're here.
(ominous music)
So, you know what I do. What about you?
- I'm in real estate. Residential, mostly.
You know, some business developments here and there.
- I just bought my first apartment.
- Bought? - Mm-hmm.
- Nice!
- Yeah, best-seller.
- Of course. It's currently
My favourite book.
But, um, I thought
The building I dropped you off at was all rentals.
- Only a real estate agent would know that.
- Guilty as charged.
- You saw me leave!
(laughing)
- But it's the city, you gotta be careful.
Regardless, I am impressed.
- Oh, trust me, don't be impressed. I'm beginning to think I'm a bit of a fraud.
- Why would you say that?
- I'm supposed to be writing my follow-up novel, and I'm weeks behind.
- What are you doing here with me?
(laughing)
(ominous music)
You cold? - A little bit.
(chuckling) you're going to freeze.
- The cold never bothers me much.
- Well... This is me.
For real this time. (chuckling)
- This... Is you?
- Yeah, top floor.
- Top floor?
- Are you okay? Looks like you've seen a ghost.
- I'm... I'm sorry. I shouldn't say anything.
- What is it?
- Well, I think that's the apartment with an interesting history behind it.
They didn't say anything?
- Just that it had been on the market for a long time.
- Huh. Well, okay, by law, they should've revealed that information.
It's an old penthouse property.
It's had one owner for generations.
The last owners were a husband, wife and son, and they all just vanished one day.
- Oh, my god. What happened to them?
- Nobody knows.
They think that maybe they took a ride down the coast,
And went off the road, and haven't been found.
Or maybe that they moved to another country to avoid some tax evasion thing.
Like, who knows? It's a total mystery.
- I had no idea.
- Yeah. Well, they also think,
Possibly, the father killed the wife and son.
- Oh my god. That is crazy.
- Well, here's the thing, and I'm not trying to scare you.
- I don't scare easy.
The apartment was a rental for a while before it sold.
- And?
- Apparently, there were these strange happenings.
Anyone that signed a lease was out in a month.
- Interesting.
- That doesn't creep you out?
- No. Something happened in my old apartment a few years ago.
And ever since then, I don't scare easily.
And that is more of a second date story anyway.
- So, maybe sometime you can show me this infamous apartment.
That...
Was not a line. - It was kind of a line.
- I know, I'm sorry. - No! It wasn't.
- Well, you should get back to writing.
Thank you for tonight.
I'm really glad you called.
- Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to let you take a peek,
If you want to see the infamous place from the inside.
- I'd love that.
(keys jingling)
Wow.
- Amazing, isn't it?
- It's beautiful.
I love this style.
You don't see places like this anymore.
Everybody buys up or inherits the old properties,
Guts them out, and resells them for triple the price.
It's what I love about old apartments like this.
It's the history.
So much has happened here, and these walls...
They hear it all.
What? - Nothing.
You just remind me... - Of...?
- Me. I mean, I don't know a thing about real estate...
But when something grabs me,
It really grabs me.
And it's hard to let go.
- Hmm.
Well, I obsess about architecture.
And you...
You obsess about a good story.
Sort of the same thing.
There's nothing wrong with that.
I should go. - No.
Don't.
(soft music)
(creaking)
(eerie music)
(static)
(thudding)
(gasping)
- Hey, it's just me.
- How are you?
- I woke you up?
- I heard a bang.
- Oh, sorry, yeah, I stubbed my toe.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine. I just...
I'm just having trouble sleeping.
- Well, new places will do that to you.
- I wake up and it's like I'm somewhere else.
Just bad memories.
- A second date story?
- Yep. - Oh.
Well, it is past midnight, so technically--
- I can't, sorry. - That's okay.
- No, no it's not. I've been like this for a while.
It's hard trusting people. Tonight...
Hey, if I move too fast--
tonight was amazing.
I almost cancelled.
My sister told me to throw caution to the wind,
And I'm glad I did.
- Whatever happened to you,
You are safe with me.
- I know.
Shoot.
- Good morning.
- I completely spaced.
I got a busy day and another book signing tonight.
I'm gonna hop in the shower.
Stay as long as you want, just lock the door behind you.
- Will do.
Can I, uh...
Call you for that second date?
- Second, third, fourth...
(sighing)
"so what began as a fun, relaxing night enjoying
A horribly wonderful romantic comedy with my best friend..."
(ominous music)
Um. "...Became my worst nightmare.
It wasn't a romantic comedy with fits of laughter and romance,
But a horror movie that I couldn't escape.
And in reality, would never escape."
(applause)
Thank you. (laughing)
Thank you for coming. Bye!
- Wow! You're famous!
- Miss bachman? I'm detective kramer, metro pd.
- Metro pd?
- I'm sorry to bother you.
- Weren't you the one following me the other night?
- What?!
- Yes....
This is awkward.
I'm working on a case you might be able to help with.
Your new address was flagged in a possible cold case investigation.
- Cold case?
- Ah... Perhaps I've said more than I should here.
You can just give us a call.
We'll set up a time for you to come down to the station.
Look, I'm, uh... I'm holding you up.
Just promise to give us a call?
- Okay, I will.
Hi.
Thank you.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
(vehicles honking)
Okay.
So, detective, you have me intrigued.
What is this mysterious cold case
You think I can help with?
- It's actually about your apartment.
- My apartment?
- Are you aware of the previous history of the building?
- A little bit.
- Oh, so you know about the previous owners.
- The entire family that just disappeared?
- Well, it wasn't the entire family,
It was actually just the father and son.
The wife had died of cancer a few months before.
- Oh.
I thought it was the father who possibly
Murdered the wife and son.
- No, the detectives believed that the son
Actually murdered the father.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah, he had a history of behavioural issues.
He was homeschooled in that apartment from a young age.
- Oh, wow. - Mmm.
Yeah, his mother kept him secluded in that apartment
Well into his 20s.
- Interesting.
- It was actually gayle waterford
Who reported daniel chambers missing.
- A relative. - His mistress, actually.
- Oh. I see.
And the son?
- Ethan chambers is still missing.
- So...
Is it possible that the father and son
Were just mourning grace's loss?
Maybe travelling together or something?
- The last trace of ethan we had was a large withdrawal
From his savings account his mother set up for him.
- So, if they just vanished into thin air,
How did I get this apartment?
- The mistress was listed as the sole benefactor
To your estate.
- You're kidding.
- It was ms. Waterford who actually
Sold you the property.
(chuckling)
- This is all fascinating.
I just don't know how I can help with it.
- Well, you know, uh, I was thinking, um...
You know, maybe there's something we missed.
Something in the apartment, a random piece of mail,
Unusual people around, anything.
- Nothing I can think of.
- Well, if you notice anything,
Anything at all, please give us a call.
- I will. - Alright.
- What an interesting story.
- Something for your next novel, maybe.
- Maybe.
(phone chiming)
(knocking)
Yes?
(kyle): Do you like sushi?
(laughing)
- Even better than italian. How'd you get in here?
- I caught the door.
I know you've been writing all day,
I thought you might be hungry.
- Oh, my god. This was so good. Thank you.
- I hope you didn't mind me dropping in.
- I'm glad you did.
You were right, I needed a break.
- So, tell me about the new book.
- No, I don't want to jinx it.
I just want to revel in the fact that I actually,
Finally had something to turn in.
- Well, I'm glad I can be here to help you celebrate.
- Me too.
(mysterious music)
(soft music box music)
Ah! (gasping)
(panting)
- Hey, hey, hey! It's me, it's kyle.
You're okay.
Come here, come here.
Come here. Jeez, that must have been one hell of a nightmare.
It's alright. I got you.
- I'm sorry. - Hey. Don't be.
Are you okay?
- I thought I was.
I thought writing that book would make it all go away
But it just keeps coming back.
(sighs)
- What keeps coming back?
- It was a few years ago.
They said he entered through the window.
I was asleep.
Bella was too.
I didn't hear him come in.
I just...
Felt him.
(ominous music)
(man): If you scream, if you resist,
She's the one I'll hurt.
- He found things. Personal things.
Collected them on the table.
My father gave me the music box when I was a little girl.
I loved it.
It was like he was prolonging what he was going to do.
And then I could feel something behind me.
It was bella.
She was cutting me free.
Suddenly, he realized what was happening.
(screaming) - help us!
- Neighbour was yelling, "what's going on?"
(man): What's going on? - Help us!
- It scared him.
And he took off.
- Molly.
I am so sorry.
- It's okay.
It's just been a while since I thought about it.
Writing the book really helped.
But before that, I couldn't sleep.
Every little sound woke me up.
Every shadow was him.
But I just...
Locked it away.
- Well, maybe you should try talking to someone again.
- The writing was my therapy.
When I started writing that book,
Everything just came out of me and onto the pages.
It's like...
It's creeping back in.
Now everywhere I walk, everyone's a creep.
- Even guys with groceries.
(molly): Oh my god, bella, it was so sweet.
Yes.
I had been writing for hours
And he just showed up with sushi.
But don't you think a double date with my sister
And her boyfriend is a bit much?
- I insist. I wanna meet this guy.
It's just dinner.
- He's not going to want to.
- Sounds like fun.
- Is he still there?
Molly bachman!
(kyle): Good morning.
(molly): Good morning.
- I know a great place.
- So, tell me about this big idea
That you sent in to your editor.
- I will.
Um, let's save it for dinner.
- Tell me it's not-- - nope. You were right.
And it's time to move on.
I'll see you at dinner. Love you.
- Love you.
What, you're shifting to true crime now?
- I heard about that story through the firm
When I first started.
We handle a lot of the major real estate contract cases
And it's a pretty interesting case study
Where the mistress is a benefactor, but...
You'd have thought that the estate was left to the son.
- Apparently, they didn't get along too well.
(laughing)
- And no other next of kin, right?
- Apparently not.
- That's just creepy!
(chuckling) - I think it's fascinating.
- Aw, I know that look.
- I was writing for hours yesterday.
It's just writing itself.
I sent a concept to my editor.
Fingers crossed.
- Well, here is to the next best-seller.
- Thank you.
- You okay? - What? Yeah, I'm great.
That was fun.
- My sister,
She's probably already planning the wedding in her head.
Hey. What's going on?
- Do you really think it's a good idea
For you to write that story?
I mean, I'm just...
You're having those nightmares and memories.
Maybe you should think about writing something else.
- I'm fine.
I am.
I slept like a baby last night after I told you what happened.
Maybe you were right. Maybe I just needed
To talk to someone.
You.
(chuckling)
- I guess I just gotta get used to that entranced stare
Your sister talks about so much.
- Oh, I'm just excited.
And the words haven't been flowing, I just hope that my--
(phone ringing) ...Editor likes it.
Speak of the devil.
How's my favourite editor?
- I love it. You've really got something here.
True crime is hot.
And it's about time you move away from fiction
And start embracing the truth in your stories.
- How did you know?
(scofffs) - kiddo, I have been
In this business long enough to know the difference
Between fiction and non-fiction.
But if you're gonna do this,
You're gonna have to do it right.
True crime is another beast.
I'm going to bring this to our publishing partners,
But I need something more concrete.
Take a couple days,
See what you discover, find that extra twist,
And we've got another best-seller.
- Alright. Extra twist.
I'll... I'll dig in.
Thanks so much, heather. Appreciate it.
- Is everything okay?
- I think she loved it.
But it's not ready.
I've got a ton of research to do.
Rain check on the rest of the night?
- Of course.
(mysterious music)
(clattering)
- Hello?
(creaking)
(ominous music)
(creaking)
(wind whistling)
(ominous music)
(wind blowing)
(coughing)
(knocking)
Hey.
That was fast. How'd you get here so quick?
- I was just down the street. What's wrong?
- You're not gonna believe this.
(ominous music)
- Did you do this pulling the cabinet off the wall?
- No, it was already there.
That's why it's so cold in the apartment, I think.
Kyle, no, I heard something.
Someone.
- Well, which was it? Something or someone?
- I don't know.
- Ugh. Ow.
Wow.
Well, I don't see anything.
Or anyone.
- What is it? Another apartment?
- I've seen these before. On some older properties.
Sometimes a place will have a fire or some damage
And instead of spending money and refitting it,
They close it off at the wall.
I don't see any burn marks or anything.
Who knows?
- Who knows?
Well, is it my property or...?
- Uh, well, I guess I could go downtown
And check the building records.
And what about what I heard?
Molly, there's no entrance.
You probably heard a piece of drywall falling.
Maybe an animal.
Hey. Come here.
I'll tell you what.
There's a hardware store just down the block, okay?
I'll run over, I'll get some particle board, some nails.
And we'll cover it for now
And I'll patch it up over the weekend.
You can write, I'll pound the hammer.
Sound good?
Come on.
(yawning)
(banging)
(eerie music)
(soft music box music)
(screaming)
(panting)
(ominous music)
(soft music box music)
(city hubbub)
- Thank you. - No, thank you.
- I thought I was done with that apartment.
Belonged to a, well...
A dear friend.
- Yes. I know.
That's why I wanted to talk with you.
- I loved him.
I did.
But I felt horrible for sneaking around like we did.
Their marriage was long over.
- Did you know the son? - Ethan?
No. I never met him.
I only know what daniel told me.
- They were close?
- They didn't get along well.
Ethan was very disturbed.
Daniel didn't know how to deal with that.
His mother was the only one that could.
- He was that troubled?
- It became worse after she died.
- Must have been hard for him, losing his mother.
- He became delusional.
Ethan believed his mother would come home again.
In the end, daniel had had enough.
He wanted to, um,
Have ethan institutionalized.
You know, so he could have a place that could help him.
Then one day, I didn't hear from him.
No call, no note.
Nothing.
- I am so sorry, gayle.
- Sometimes you just have to face your fears, huh?
You move on.
- Yeah.
You do.
Kyle, it just broke my heart. She seemed so sad.
- Listen, I'm more worried about you.
Maybe you shouldn't have opened this pandora's box.
- I know. But this whole story just sucked me in.
Did you find anything else about my apartment?
- No.
Not much with only one owner for so long.
But I will check with the building inspector's
Office tomorrow. - Okay. Let me know.
- I will.
- I really gotta figure some stuff out tonight.
Miss you. I'll see you soon?
- See you soon.
(ominous music)
(door creaking)
(door closing)
(sighing)
(ominous music)
- Bella.
(phone ringing)
- Hey stranger. I was just gonna call you.
- Hey. Were you here earlier today? At the apartment?
- No. Why?
- I just...
Misplaced something.
- Are you okay? You sound kind of scared.
- No. I'm fine.
You know me. I'm probably
Just a little scatter brained or something.
You know how I get.
I'll see you tonight?
- Tomorrow night. I promise. Sister time.
- I'd like that.
Have a good... Night, say hi to carter.
- Bye.
- Hey. - Hey.
I know we had plans for tonight,
But could we hang out tomorrow night instead?
I really think molly needs some sister time.
- Yeah. Sure. No problem.
Is everything okay?
- I hope so.
(mysterious music)
(sighs)
- Shoot.
What are you doing?
What are you doing? What are you doing?
(ominous music)
(phone vibrating)
Come on bella, where are you?
Bella, it's me.
Look, I know you're probably on some magical date with carter,
But...
Maybe you could talk me out of what I'm about to do.
(ominous music)
(sinister music)
(thudding)
(molly): Bella, it's me.
Look, I know you're probably on some magical date
With carter, but...
Oh, my god...
(molly): Maybe you can talk me out of what I'm about to do.
(creaking)
Oh, my god. Bella's room.
(clanking)
- Come on, come on, pick up.
(panting)
(phone ringing)
(phone vibrating)
- Ethan.
- You remind me of her.
My mother.
I always thought she'd come back.
Somehow, someway.
I couldn't let this place go.
It was all that I had left.
And he wanted to get rid of it.
Just like he wanted to get rid of me!
- Please.
- She was right.
It keeps me safe.
This is my home, molly.
My home!
He told me about the other woman.
The bitch.
He told me they were gonna run away together.
He was gonna sell my home.
(faint music box music)
Send me away.
I didn't want to kill him.
(yells)
But I did.
I had to.
The hammer going through the wall gave me an idea.
(grunting)
And then I discovered it.
It was like...
Like she was showing me the way.
It was an old elevator shaft
With an access ladder to the basement.
(water flowing)
No one had been down there for decades.
I wouldn't have to worry about his body anymore.
It was the perfect solution.
(panting)
This was the perfect compromise.
I could still have my home.
(laughing)
It was like my mother always said,
These walls would protect me.
That's all I ever wanted, was to stay here.
In my home.
And even if... Even...
If I...
Couldn't have it all to myself
And I had to share.
It was better than nothing.
- You...
Came to the apartment.
You would come into the apartment when I would leave, didn't you?
- It was my home.
- You took my music box.
- You said you didn't want it anymore
And I didn't want it to haunt you,
Like it clearly was.
- And the hole?
In the bathroom?!
You were watching me.
What was your plan, kyle?
I fell for you, molly.
From the moment I saw you.
(gasps)
And I...
I think you did the same for me.
- What was your plan with me?!
(faint music box music)
- That we could live here...
Together, molly.
Forever.
Wait!
(gasps)
(grunts) ah!
Molly. Molly.
Open the door, molly. Open the door!
Open it...
Open the door, molly.
Molly! Get back here!
Molly! Molly!
Molly, open the door!
- Molly?
(distant indistinct chatter)
(ominous music)
Molly?
Are you in there?
Molly? - Bella! Run!
(gasps)
(muffled screaming) - molly!
Molly! Molly!
Molly...
- Not again, not again!
- Shh! Shh! Shh!
You don't want to hurt your sister, do you?
You can save her, molly.
Come out!
Or this time, you can lose her!
(screaming) molly!
(molly): Stop.
You were right.
It doesn't need to be like this.
I can see that now.
Ethan.
We can keep this place together.
- Yes. We can.
- These walls can protect us both.
I'm still scared.
But we can protect each other.
Here, it's ours now.
Yours and mine.
- Your sister-- - won't say a word.
I promise.
These walls will keep you safe.
I... Will keep you safe.
Bella...
Go!
(thudding)
(screaming)
(grunting)
- Molly.
Save me, molly.
- Molly, I can't.
- There's only... One way
I could stay here forever, molly.
(screaming)
(thud)
(crying)
(ominous music)
- The other officers are investigating the scene.
We'll have an update for you shortly.
Detective! I think we have something here.
Looks like a body wrapped in sheets.
- We're gonna need forensics.
(ominous music)
(soft music)
(molly): "we spent years running away
In our own ways from a nightmare.
Only to run straight into another.
And it was there that we,
My sister and I,
Decided not to run any longer.
The nightmares come and go.
The memories fade with age, like healing scars.
But our legs, our hearts, and our minds?
They're tired of running.
We stopped and faced our fears that night.
A night that we'll never forget.
But a night that we won't allow to haunt us anymore."
(applause)
(chuckling)