I didn't get much sleep, thinking all night...
I just can't stop thinking.
Remember what we called Simón when we first got him?
"Five Little Pounds".
"Our five little extra pounds". That's all he weighed.
The doctors said it wasn't enough weight.
But he was heavy enough for us.
Although we knew then...
there was very little chance he would ever be normal.
But when we saw him,
saw his smile for the first time...
his eyes, his bright eyes...
Simón gave us strength, Carlos.
Together, we were strong.
Together.
Forgive me, if I'm upset, and keep talking about it, but it's hard.
Carlos, someone's in the bathroom.
- What is it? - Someone was here.
Carlos, come here feel, it's still warm.
Sure, it's from me, I just got up.
Someone was here in bed.
I'm convinced.
That's what Mr. Jung means when he says...
it's in the subconscious that...
the living coexist with the dead.
The Germans have another name for "the Here-After of Death".
Or Doppelganger.
A being that appears in one's own image.
A double.
To glance at him,
or at any of the other slides, I've shown you,
means, without the slightest doubt,
a passport to the other world.
How long has your son been missing?
Nine months.
Strange things are happening. Things linked to his disappearance.
I don't know who else to turn to.
It's not that simple.
You won't find an Exorcist in the yellow pages.
This is from my son's kidnapper.
The police say, this person's been dead for over 30 years.
But somebody has my son.
I don't know why or who, I just can't stop, and not do anything.
There is someone in this field, it's a person I know and trust.
I'm talking about someone, very reliable.
Would you allow a medium to visit your home?
This wasn't the children's bedroom when it was the orphanage.
No, the bedroom was in the back.
Then we should start there.
Enrique.
Perfect,
give me about an hour.
I would like an old object from this house,
something related to its history. And, if at all possible,
some clothing from the past.
We're not alone.
This is a police psychologist, Mrs. Pillar,
who would like to attend the session.
If you won't mind.
A cop! That's fine, cops are okay!
What does she need the doll for?
That's to facilitate her trance.
Clothing and objects get her into the trance...
and begin the regression.
- Regression? - A psychic summoning.
Past, present and future are superimposed, and merge...
It's somewhat, like time travel.
It may sound like witchcraft,
but you must not be afraid, of the parallel perception.
If there's anything, Aurora is going to see.
I hope we also can see it here.
Everything's ready, Enrique.
You can start at anytime.
- Aurora, can you hear me? - Perfectly.
Here we go.
Everything around you is beginning to fade.
Darkness is forming a circle around you,
it's closing in on you.
Everything is fading. We're no longer here.
Now you're alone in the darkness,
and the darkness begins to disappear.
I'm going to count down
from ten...
and once I'm finished counting...
you can go any place you want in this house...
and you'll be able to see...
anyone that's hiding in this house.
Ten...
Nine...
Eight...
Seven...
Six...
Five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
One...
You can open your eyes now.
Ohhh...
It's cold...
the window is open.
Aurora,
I want you to look around and check.
Is there anybody with you?
I can hear someone.
I can hear...
I hear something.
It's sounds like, I don't know...
It comes and goes.
I can't hear it anymore.
I think it's gone, whatever it was.
It started again, I hear something.
all alone...
Children...
I'm sure it's children.
At the end of the hall. I think it's them.
I can't open it.
It's locked.
But there's someone in there.
Why are you crying?
- We're sick! - Who's sick?
I won't hurt you.
Open the door. Don't be afraid.
Open the door, please.
I want you to open the door!
What have they done to you?
What have they done?
Aurora...
tell me what you see.
There're five children.
They're all very sick, and they're all crying.
What is happening?
They're all dying.
Why would anyone want to poison you?
Someone is going to kill us.
Is my son there?
Aurora, is Simón with you?
Is Simón here?
Aurora? Aurora, can you hear me?
Let's go get her.
Aurora, stay in the middle of the room.
I'll count from ten.
Ten...
Nine...
Eight...
Seven...
Six...
Five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
One...
I was in this house, but it wasn't the same...
everything was different.
The beds, the toys, the furniture, everything was much older.
The light from the lighthouse came through the windows.
You didn't see Simón?
It was too dark, I'm sorry.
I couldn't recognize anyone.
But the children were there.
You saw the children. Is that right?
Yes that's right.
You're talking about ghosts.
And what is a ghost, Carlos?
There was something there, and we all saw it.
When something terrible happens,
sometimes it leaves a mark or trace,
a mark that acts...
like a knot between two time lines.
It's just like an echo...
it repeats itself over and over again, waiting to be heard.
Like an open wound...
Oh, I'm sorry.
Like a scar or open wound...
that begs to be healed, therefore relieved of the pain.
Laura...
People who are close to death,
They're more receptive to these kind of messages.
You mean my son could see those children?
because...
Aurora!... That's enough.
Please take your things and leave.
We can't let them go like this.
Laura, this is a con game,
a sideshow, a farce.
I can't believe this. Why?
For what reason? What if they’re right...
- They haven't ask for money. - Not yet.
What should I do?
What do you suggest I should do?
The police haven't found a thing, not one single clue...
as to whether he's dead or still alive.
What do you think, I should do, just sit here and wait?
Can it hurt to listen to other ideas?
- Laura, stop! - No, you stop!
Pillar...
How many cases like this, have you had in this damn village?
Get another distraction, I didn't invite you here.
What should I do?
My dear,
you are a good mother.
Your pain gives you strength, that will guide you.
But only you know how far you are willing to go
to find your son.
I don't know what to do.
You hear, but don't listen.
Seeing is not believing. It's the other way around.
Believe,
and you will see.
What are you doing?
We can't stay here any longer.
We should go, at least for a while.
The children are here. Aurora saw them. I can't leave.
You heard they're voices.
Enrique could have faked the whole thing.
Can't you see it could be just all a set-up?
That's Pillar’s theory, all a set-up?
- Her rational theory? - She's trying to protecting us.
From what?
Things like this evening.
People coming in our home and fucking up our lives.
- They just wanted help. - Help?
Didn't you hear them?
Did they mention anything about finding Simón?
No, they just want to contact the dead.
If Simón's still alive, I can't see how they can help us.
And if he's not, they won't bring him back to life.
I don't want to keep taking about this same shit.
Please, let's leave this house.
Neither you or Pillar can't ask me to give up now.
We can overcome this, other couples have lost children and pulled through.
I just want to find out about Simón, don't you understand?
If you want to go, I can't stop you. I just want to know, what happened to him...
and where he is!
Where are you?
I'm not afraid.
You want to play?
Are you playing with me?
Benigna?
Please, don't let it be Simón.
- There was five of them, right? - Yes.
These were all my friends.
Martín, Rita, Alicia, Guillermo, Víctor.
Benigna killed them. That's why she went to the shed,
to recover their bodies.
I've figured it out.
Their game killed Tomás...
and now they're playing with Simón and me.
Simón's in danger and I don't know how to play the game.
I don't know how to play.
Laura, you're making it up.
I saw it myself.
And this afternoon? Who laid out the clues?
Simón made it all up.
Who?
Tell me! Who?
I'm packed, I don't want us to stay here any longer.
I can't leave yet.
I don't want to live here,
and you're not staying alone.
I can't just leave, there are too many memories.
I have to say goodbye.
Two days.
Alone.
Please, I need this.
Please.
Lord bless you, for all you have given us.
Thank you for letting us come here once again
and be together.
What else do you want?
What more must I do? What?
I have no time, I have no time.
You want to keep on playing? Is that it?
Let's make a deal. I'll play the game for a while, but...
then you must tell me where Simón is.
Alright?
One, two, three, knock on the wall!
One, two, three, knock on the wall.
One...
One, two, three, knock on the wall.
One, two, three...
Wait, wait! Just wait. No.
I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to find Simón...
Thomás?
Why are you crying?
Oh, my darling!
Are you OK? You're freezing.
Don't worry about a thing.
Don't be afraid, I'll get you out.
Stay and play with us.
We can't stay here and play.
Listen to me, Simón.
Imagine that, it's just you and me here. OK?
Think about the time, before we came to this house.
Remember?
Think only about that, OK?
Think only about that,
and think about Daddy,
think about next Christmas,
and all the things we'll do together.
So many things, darling!
Close your eyes, tight, and...
keep them shut real tight...
now think about what you would like to be when you grow up.
What do you want to be, darling?
Think about the school you be going to, the friends you'll make.
And just believe for one moment...
that Thomás and the other children aren't real.
This is just a fantasy, my darling,
like a dream, a nightmare.
Do it for me, Simón.
When you open your eyes,
make them go away.
Close your eyes, darling,
and keep on playing with me.
Keep on playing, darling, OK?
- What is it? - Thomás's little house.
Nooo... Nooo...
Nooo...
I found you. This isn't fair.
I found you...
I want Simón back!
Mommy, can I wake up?
Of course you can, darling.
Mommy...
I found the special coins.
Now I just have to make a wish.
I wish that you'll stay here, and look after all of us.
It's Laura!
She has grown old, just like Wendy in the story.
It's Laura.
Come on, don't be afraid.
The house, the beach, and the lost children.
Once upon a time...
there was this house near the beach...
where the lost children lived...
In memory of Laura and Simón...
and the orphans...
Martín, Rita, Guillermo, Alicia, Víctor...
and Tomás.