- Ben, let go of me! - You don't want to believe me?
Fine, I'll show you.
- What are you doing? - I'll show you!
Are you crazy?
- Have you gone completely mad? - Just wait, you'll see.
- See what? - You'll see.
See what, Ben? What am I supposed to see?
It's not happening.
Amy, I swear to you, at the Mayflower...
I am not lying.
Ben. Let's go back inside, okay?
Put the gun away.
Listen to me, baby. I want to help you.
Tell the kids I'm sorry.
Ben!
No!
Jesus Christ.
Larry, it's me. I need your help again.
I'm trying to locate the patient-employee manifest for St. Matthew's Hospital.
Where is it?
Where was it? They closed it down.
But it was in New York. It's where the Mayflower used to be.
The Mayflower? The department store?
Do you have any idea where they would store records for a hospital
that's been closed for over 50 years?
No, I don't. But I can send someone to city hall to check it out.
If it's a public hospital, there'd be a record of it. Tell me exactly what you need.
Same thing. I'm looking for a patient or an employee with the name Esseker.
All right, I'm on it. Give me a couple hours, and, Ben, keep your head down.
Hey.
- Did you get it? - Yeah, I think so.
It's Anna Esseker.
I didn't really know what you wanted, so I got all the medical files.
This is perfect, Larry. This is perfect.
What happened? Did you get in an accident?
Anna Esseker's file, did you have to go to city hall for it?
No, I didn't have to go anywhere.
All the files in that place were in storage with the cold-case evidence.
Why, because of the fire?
No, it's before the fire. It's a totally different case.
Anna was a patient at St. Matthew's.
She was in the psych ward run by a Dr. Kane.
Now get this, she was only 12 years old when she died.
What?
When the nurses went on their rounds first thing in the morning, October 6, 1952,
they discovered that all the patients had left their rooms during the night,
and they'd all gathered in the main hall.
Ben, they were all dead, including the girl.
Apparently, they killed each other. I mean, it was a slaughterhouse.
That's when they closed the place down. Who knows what really happened?
- What about the doctor? Kane? - Well, they arrested him.
They found him dead first day of the hearing.
He slashed his wrists with a piece of the cell mirror.
- Thanks for your help. - Good luck.
Damn it!
Jesus.
"October 6, 1952."
"Anna Esseker is diagnosed with severe schizophrenia,
"leading to withdrawal from reality, delusional and violent behavior."
"Pennsylvania, August 1951."
They don't match.
Anna Esseker was discharged from St. Matthew's Hospital October 4.
Two days before the massacre.
She's alive, isn't she?
You almost done, sweetie? Okay.
Why is Daddy acting so scared? It's not normal.
He's way older than me.
And I'm not acting scared, but he is.
- Doesn't make any sense. - Michael? What are you doing?
Nothing.
- Okay, well, we gotta get going, all right? - Okay.
- Amy? Amy, what's wrong? - Ben.
You have to come to the house right now.
I'm so scared.
- Amy, what's wrong? - I'm so scared.
- Amy, just tell me what happened. - There's something in the house.
- Something in the mirrors. - I'm on my way.
God damn it!
Come on.
Dad? When are you coming back home?
Really soon, sweetheart. Come here.
- I love you, Daddy. - I love you, too, sweetheart.
I gotta go.
I'm afraid to stay here.
There's gonna be windows and mirrors wherever you go.
Anything that causes a reflection right now is dangerous.
At least inside the house we've covered everything.
It's the safest place to be.
Amy, I'm so sorry.
No. It's not your fault. I should've believed you.
Come here.
Ben, you do whatever it takes to end this.
- You hear me? - I will.
I'll be right back.
Jesus.
Yes, sir?
Excuse me. Is this the Esseker farm?
- WOMAN: What is it, Jimmy? - I don't know, Ma.
- What can I do for you, sir? - I'm looking for Anna. Anna Esseker.
There's a man looking for... You said Anna?
Yes, Anna Esseker.
An Anna Esseker, Ma.
Look, I'm sorry to bother you. I must have the wrong place.
What is it you want with Anna Esseker?
I'm doing a research paper on schizophrenia.
I became familiar with Anna Esseker's case.
I just wanted to ask her some questions.
Go tell Grandpa there's a man here who's asking about his sister.
Okay.
Thank you.
Grandpa?
You know, up to this day,
visions of Anna's fits still haunt me at night.
I helped my father fix up this part of the basement especially for her.
Her fits were too violent.
My mother couldn't take her screams anymore.
We had every priest, doctor, healer, coming in from all over the county,
but no one could help her.
So finally, a Dr. Kane from New York answered my parents' cries for help.
He rejected the idea of demonic possession, said he didn't believe in it.
He was convinced Anna suffered from a rare form of personality disorder
and mirrors could help her.
He wanted Anna under his care, at St. Matthew's.
My parents were very poor,
but he agreed to cover all the costs of the hospital.
Where did she go after the hospital?
Don't you know?
She died there with all of Kane's other patients.
Mr. Esseker, I read the file.
Anna left the hospital two days before the massacre.
Dr. Kane altered the documents so she could disappear.
Where did you get that document?
I need you to tell me where she went after St. Matthew's.
She came back and stayed with us for a while.
What do you mean for a while? What happened? Why did she leave?
- I don't want to talk about that. - Why did she leave?
Because strange things started to happen in the house.
With Anna?
No, no, not with Anna anymore. No, she was totally cured.
Strange things started to happen with the mirrors, didn't they?
Mr. Esseker, I need to know where Anna is now. It's a matter of life and death.
Do not make me threaten you.
We sent her somewhere where mirrors are forbidden.
- Where the mirrors couldn't find her. - Where? Where?
St. Augustine's Monastery, on the road to Reedfield.
How can I help you?
I'm sorry to disturb you, Sister,
but I've come to speak with a member of your community. Anna Esseker.
Is she expecting you?
No, not really.
If you're not listed, I cannot help you, sir.
Can you at least tell her that I've come from New York
to speak with her?
I work with Dr. Kane from St. Matthew's Hospital.
It's very important, please.
St. Matthew's closed down in 1952. Who are you?
My name is Benjamin Carson.
I work as a night watchman on Sixth Avenue in New York City
in the building that used to be St. Matthew's Hospital.
What is it you want, Mr. Carson?
My family is in danger,
and what's threatening them is asking for you.
I came all this way to ask you
why the mirrors that were left over from St. Matthew's Hospital
are so desperate to find you.
Please, Miss Esseker.
If you don't help me,
I'm gonna lose the most important thing to me in this world,
and that's my family.
Sit down, Mr. Carson.
The mirrors are merely windows on our world.
It is not the wish of the mirrors to find me
but of what is imprisoned inside them.
What is imprisoned inside them?
At the time that I was at St. Matthew's,
Dr. Kane's therapy for personality disorders
consisted of locking the patient up in a mirrored room
for several days on end, forcing them to confront their own image.
Dr. Kane was wrong about his theory.
There is no cure for schizophrenia, Mr. Carson.
It was something else.
And whatever it was, it left me and entered the mirrors.
Since that day,
it has been collecting the souls of the people it kills.
I'm sorry,
but if I agree to go with you and return back to that place,
I will make it possible for the demon
to cross the threshold back into the real world.
Do you understand what that means for my family?
You can't do this. You need to come back with me.
I'm going to pray for you and your family.
That's all I can do right now, Mr. Carson. I'm sorry.
God bless you.
Gary Lewis, Terrence Berry and many other men have died trying to find you.
And because they failed, their families died, too.
Two days ago my sister was murdered.
My family will be next if you don't help me.
Please.
Please. Wait, wait.
This is my family.
This is my wife Amy
and my daughter Daisy and my son Michael.
They're beautiful.
They're innocent. They've never hurt anybody.
Please.
Take the photo.
Just take the photo.
Look at them.
I'm sorry.
Who the hell do you think you are?
They're just kids!
- Hello? - Amy.
- Ben, where are you? - At the monastery.
- Did you find her? - Yes.
Yeah? Did you talk to...
- Amy? - Michael?
Michael?
Ben, hold on, Michael's gone.
- What do you mean? - I don't know.
I fell asleep with the kids on the bed and now I don't know where he is.
Michael?
Amy, what's going on? Is everything all right?
Oh, fuck.
Amy, what's going on? Have you got Michael?
Oh, my God.
Ben, there's water everywhere.
Oh, my God.
You've got to be careful of the water. It creates reflections.
Someone is in the house.
Someone scraped all the mirrors!
Amy, where is Michael?
I don't know. I don't know where he is. I don't see him anywhere.
Amy, listen to me, you've gotta stay away from the water.
Get the kids and stay away from the water!
- Michael? - Amy?
Amy? Shit!
Which room is she in? Which one?
My family is not dying tonight. You are coming with me.
Michael?
Daisy?
Daisy, come here.
Come here, Daisy.
Mom?
Come here, sweetheart.
What are you doing in there?
Everything's going to be all right.
No!
No! No!
Daisy!
Come here! Get down! Get down, right now!
Get down, sweetie. Get down. Oh, my God, are you okay?
Oh, my God! Stay right there. Don't move, baby! Don't move!
- Mom, why did you do that to me? - It wasn't me, sweetheart.
You know I would never hurt you. You know that.
Here. Hold this. Hold it tight.
Okay?
Here, get down, sweetie. Let me see. Let me see.
Let me see, sweetie. It's gonna be okay.
All right? I know it hurts. Stay right there.
All right. Give me your hand. I need you to hold it really tight, okay?
Just flat and tight, just like that. Okay.
Now, I need you to listen to me, okay, baby?
- You have to be very brave. - Okay.
I need you to stay here no matter what happens.
No matter what you hear. Do not move from this closet until I come back.
- You understand me, right? - Yes.
Okay. Okay.
Do not move. I love you.
Don't move.
Michael?
Where are you?
Michael?
Michael!
Michael, what are you doing?
Don't be scared, Mommy. He just wants to play with us.
Michael, I want you to drop that knife, right now.
Do you hear me?
You know very well you're not allowed to play with knives. Don't you?
Come on.
That's a good boy.
Give me the knife, Michael.
Michael! Michael!
Michael?
Michael!
Michael?
Michael.
Michael?
Why are you hiding from me, sweetheart?
Michael?
You okay? Come on.
It's waiting for me downstairs.
Bring me inside. From now on, I have to keep my eyes closed.
Step up. You're in the room.
Strap me in.
I spent the darkest days of my life in this room.
Are you sure there's no other way?
This is for your family, Mr. Carson.
For your family.
Michael?
Michael? Michael, look at me.
Michael! No, Michael!
No! Give him back to me! Give him back!
No!
No! Get out!
Come on, Michael!
No!
Please. Please.
You must go now.
Thank you.
No!
Why?
Give him back, please!
Give him back! Give him back!
Michael!
No! No!
Michael?
Oh, my baby!
Come on.
One, two, three...
...five, six...
Thank God!
Thank you. I love you!
Anna?
Come out, you bitch!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my baby.
I love you both.
I love you, guys.