(metallic whirring) (lightning strikes)
(thunderous boom)
(whooshing)
(dramatic music)
(wind whistling)
(ominous music)
(water sloshes)
(creepy music)
(thud)
- Teddy?
(suspenseful music)
- [Woman] Ava.
(gasping)
(door clacks)
(screams)
(gasping)
(dramatic music)
(phone clattering)
I have a gun!
(suspenseful music)
- [Woman] Ava.
(knife clacks)
(yelps)
(dramatic music)
(gasping)
(screams)
(ominous music)
(humming)
(door creaks)
- Oh, Jesus, you scared me to death.
Have you unpacked your boxes yet?
- I don't feel so good.
- Oh, Emmy, you've been in this new house
for almost a month.
You've gotta stop mopping around and unpack your stuff.
(engine whirring)
- It's Frankie.
- [Graham] You accumulated a lot of stuff
in six months, Frankie.
- [Frankie] They gave me a lot of boxes at Walmart
because they said I was a good employee.
- [Graham] Yeah, and they fired ya anyway.
- Where's my Em?
- Hey, Frankie. - Uh. (chuckles)
- Welcome back, big brother.
(Frankie grunts) (Emma yelps)
- We took Route 222 North to the Allentown exit,
then we took Route 78 East to exit 29,
then we took Route 287 North to exit 35.
The whole trip was 102.86 miles.
Emma, are you okay? - Yeah, she's fine.
She's fine.
She's just a little too skinny.
- She's skinny but she's still real pretty.
- That's right.
That's my boy, okay.
- Thanks, Frankie, come on,
I'll show you the rest of the place.
- I couldn't do it after you left Reading.
Too many things you have to do.
- Yeah, but you managed to live on your own
for six months.
I think that's fantastic.
- Are you a senior now, Em?
- Yeah, and I have to take my last semester
at this local teacher's college.
God, it's a shit hole.
(laughs) - Look, you know,
the only reason that we had to move is 'cause
I had to accept a transfer, otherwise I couldn't afford
to put somebody through college.
Now lay off it, will ya?
(laughs)
Kim, you wanna pass me the salad, please.
Emma, why don't you just take a bite, hmm?
- I'm just, I'm not hungry.
- [Graham] Frankie, maybe you can help
your sister eat something.
(sighs)
- Em, your still the prettiest girl I ever seen.
- Thanks, Frankie.
Good night.
- Good night.
(gentle music)
(both chuckle)
- I'm glad you're home, Frankie.
- Thanks.
Good night. - Good night.
- Again. - Again.
(ominous music)
(footsteps thudding)
(ominous music)
(crickets chirping)
(light switch clicks)
(dramatic music)
(light explodes)
(gasping)
Okay.
(cat meows)
(footsteps shuffling)
(birds chirping)
- Why aren't you dressed?
- Was the door unlocked last night?
- The first day of class is very important, Emma.
- Was it? (door thuds)
This is important.
- Your father will drive you.
- Morning, Em, um, I think I got a job
at Connor's Deli on East Market.
- That's great, Frankie.
- I'll get bagels for free now.
The guy said I can start tomorrow.
Uh, you're not going to class today?
- It's college, Frankie, you can skip one class.
- Why go to college if you don't go to college? (chuckles)
- Hey, that's my boy.
- So you're going to stay inside again today, all day?
- I'll be better tomorrow.
- You wanna go check out the woods today,
look for cool stuff?
- No, not today, Frankie.
(ominous music)
Tomorrow, I promise.
(chimes jingling)
(crickets chirping)
(creepy music)
Frankie?
(both scream)
- Oh, I'm sorry, Em.
- Are you spying on me?
- Oh, what do you want me to wear a cowbell?
- Well it's a thought. (chuckles)
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps tapping)
(water running)
(ominous music)
(clattering)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(electricity zapping)
(hatch bangs) (light explodes)
(screams)
(dramatic music)
- All right, sweetheart, just look straight ahead for me.
I'm just gonna check the back of your head here, sweetheart.
All right, just look straight ahead for me.
How's that feel?
You okay? - Fine.
- That's a nice bump you got there.
Do you remember your name?
- Emma Callan.
- Do you remember your birthdate?
- 11/17/83.
- That's good.
All right, just squeeze my finger for me, real strong.
That's good, sweetheart.
I think we're done here.
Just give me a minute with your folks here, all right?
- Okay.
- I think she's fine, folks.
She's got a pretty nasty bump on the back of her head,
but the vitals check out, there's no fluid in her ear,
eyes are dilating.
The choice is yours,
but I don't think she needs to go to the hospital.
(leaves rustling)
- [Emma] There was a girl in the attic.
- [Detective] Well maybe it was just a bad dream.
Do you have a history of sleepwalking?
- No, never.
- Maybe you should see a neurologist.
- A neurologist?
- I just need to be alone.
(ominous music)
(phone ringing)
- [Woman Voiceover] Hey, Em, it's me.
It's really retarded you don't have a cell phone,
but just thought you might wanna know
that your ex-boyfriend is dating Melanie.
(ominous music)
- Emma. - Jesus. (gasps)
- Ah, the front door was unlocked.
- You just scared me.
- I'm sorry, that wasn't my intention.
Are you feeling better?
- Mm-hmm. - The name's Trevor.
John Trevor.
Most people just call me Trevor.
- Wait a minute, isn't that the name
from that cop show?
- "New York 187."
Yeah, I got ripped about that constantly.
(laughs)
Ah, I'm a paramedic part-time.
Normally though, I'm a detective for the county.
You know, in a small town like this,
we have to double up.
Last night, Baker and Carter were in charge.
I wanted to say something,
but I didn't wanna step on their toes.
- What do you mean?
- I don't think Baker and Carter
were really listening to you.
I think they only heard what they wanted to.
- So, you're saying you don't think I'm crazy?
- I wouldn't go there yet.
Do you have any friends who may be screwing with you?
- Ah, I decided to leave all my friends behind
when we moved here.
- Specifically, who closed the attic stairs?
- Oh. - I took a look around
last night, and I saw a second set
of footprints in the attic dust.
Why don't you take me upstairs
and show me around and tell me what happened.
- Oh, no, I can't.
- Sooner or later you're gonna have to face this.
- Maybe tomorrow.
Or maybe you could come back.
- Okay, fine.
I'm sorry, I apologize if I'm being too much of a cop.
- Hey, uh, I thought the cop
never believe the crazy girl's story. (chuckles)
- Well, it depends on how pretty she is.
(gentle music)
- [Kim] Not hungry again, Em?
- I ate too much at lunch.
- Oh, really, what'd you have?
- I'm not anorexic, if that's what you're thinking.
- No, I just wondered why you're never eating any food.
- Emma, we're just worried you're okay.
- Everything's fine.
- Emma, are you gonna go back to school?
- Actually, I was thinking of taking the week off.
- Well you're going to have to either go or quit
because that way I can get a refund.
- It's always about money, isn't it Dad?
- Em, you wanna check out the woods tomorrow,
like you promised?
- Maybe, Frankie.
I am feeling a little bit better.
- Yes! - I'm gonna go upstairs
and read.
- Hey, Frankie, why does she hate me so much, huh?
- Maybe if you were nicer to her.
- That's not what I asked you, Frank.
Now what were you gonna say?
- Don't yell at me.
- I'm not yelling, I just wanna know
why she treats me like shit.
- It ain't my business.
- Don't lie to me.
Don't lie to me.
- She has a journal, okay?
- She has a journal? - Yeah, and if you're mad
at me, just don't hit me, okay?
- Tell me, have you read that journal?
- No, that's stupid.
- Frankie, no, come here!
No, come here!
I'm sorry, Frankie, come here.
- [Trevor] Okay, watch your step.
All right, what have we got in here?
Spooky.
Be careful.
- Thank you. - All right,
where's this mirror?
- [Emma] It's over there.
- All right.
And what'd you see in here again?
- Me.
- Interesting, you saw you in a mirror.
- Well no, I saw someone who looked
just like me behind me.
- All right.
Well, there's nothing paranormal so far.
After you saw you in the mirror,
what happened then?
- I just ran and then the stairs closed.
Wait, you know, I didn't put the cover back on the mirror.
- Oh, Detective Carter probably did it.
- Maybe he replaced that light bulb too.
Trevor.
(ominous music)
- [Trevor] Was this here before?
- I don't know, it was pitch black.
- [Trevor] Well, it doesn't look like blood.
- Doesn't it look like some sort of zodiac sign?
- [Trevor] I don't know, I'll do some research on it.
(sirens wailing on TV)
(ominous music)
(footsteps tapping)
(distorted whispering)
(knock on door)
(dramatic music)
(screams)
- It's all right, sweetie.
You're okay.
- Where's Mom, Frankie?
- Your mom's not home yet.
Frankie's still at work.
- Did you see her?
- Who?
- The girl.
The twin.
- I didn't see anybody.
You talking about the girl you saw the other day?
- Yes.
(ominous music)
- You don't, you don't have a sister, Emma.
You've never had a sister.
- Why'd you call her my sister?
- You said "Twin"
and that would mean sister.
I just thought that that's what you meant.
Sweetheart, your mom's gonna be home in a few minutes,
and we're gonna take you to the emergency room.
- No, no, I'm not going outside.
- Okay, why, why?
Try to talk some sense now.
- No, I'm not going outside
until I figure out what's going on.
- We're gonna take care of you, sweetie.
We're gonna take care of ya.
- [Dr. Perry] You know, you don't have to lie down.
- Makes me feel officially nuts.
- (chuckles) Well, whatever makes you comfortable.
(gentle music)
- I hate his guts.
He's cheap.
He's mean to my brother.
His socks smell.
He's just a frustrated middle management asshole.
More?
- Okay.
- I hate this house.
What kind of cheap quack makes house calls?
- [Dr. Perry] Um, I'm a friend of your mother's.
I'm a family therapist,
but I have a specialty in phobias and agoraphobia,
so when I treat someone who has it,
I have to come to them.
- Hmm.
Good, so you're not a cheap quack.
Did you have an affair with my mother?
- Um, your mother says that you've also stopped eating?
Is that true, that can be serious.
- Have you ever fallen asleep during a session?
(leaves rustling) (wind whistling)
- Well you nailed the part about the zodiac.
You look very pretty today.
- What? (chuckles)
- No.
Listen, I'm gonna be away for EMS training next week.
- Crazy girl's not important anymore?
- I don't think you're crazy.
Listen, if you need me,
you can call me whenever you want.
- Okay, and until then,
how will I remember you?
- Am I gonna be that easy to forget?
(gentle music)
(door thuds) - Em?
(both chuckle)
- Uh, that's my cue to leave,
or we could just get caught kissing here with your brother.
(chuckles)
- Get out.
I'll see you in a week.
- You can count on it.
- It's a real nice day out.
Let's go out.
- [Emma] Not today, okay, Frankie?
- Come on, for me.
(ominous music) (distorted whispering)
What?
What is it?
Em?
What, Em, what is it?
Em, what is it, Em, what do you see?
- I'm sorry, Frankie, I can't.
I can't go out there.
- You used to play with me outside all the time.
- It's not you, okay?
- Sure, okay, maybe tomorrow.
- Look, I bought you this from the deli.
The next time you see someone that you don't like,
you can take a picture of 'em.
- [Dr. Perry] What frightens you about the outdoors?
- There's something or someone out there.
- Uh, what or who do you think is out there?
- A girl who looks exactly like me.
- Like a mirror image or an alter ego?
- An identical twin.
- When did this begin?
This fear?
- It's like this bad dream I used to have.
When I moved into this house,
it became real.
- And your fear of the outside is greater
than your fear of the inside?
- I can't go,
and I don't want to stay.
(pen scratches)
(chuckles) What did you write?
"Crazy," then underline it?
(laughs)
(heels tapping)
- Is everything all right?
(sighs)
Has your father called?
- No. - Hmm.
(ominous music)
(clattering)
(dramatic music)
- Leave me alone.
(distorted whispering)
(dramatic music)
"First name: Beth.
"Middle name: Margaret.
"Last name: Callan.
"Mother: Kimberly Lynn Callan.
"Father: Graham Thomas Callan.
"Born November 17th, 1983."
(ominous music)
- [Woman On TV] No!
(phone ringing) - How could you?
- [Trevor] Oh, hello?
- Hi, Trevor?
Listen, um, the girl I keep seeing,
I think she may have something to do with my family.
She left me this birth certificate.
- How could you? - According to it,
I don't know, but she may actually be my twin sister.
Listen, can you do some checking out for me
at Riverview Hospital? (door creaks)
Okay, I'll call you tomorrow.
(ominous music)
- Who was on the phone?
- It was the wrong number.
- Em.
I want you to eat something, Em.
- I just had some chicken.
- Sweetie, you're wasting away.
- Oh, think of all the money you'll save.
- I wanna see you eat something.
- Mother wants to see you eat something.
- Look, here.
- Get away from me. - Eat this.
Come here! - Get away from me.
- Eat something. - Get your fucking hands
off me, I'm gonna - You little--
move out! - You wanna move out?
Fine, I'll help ya move out!
Come on, let's go!
Outside!
Come on! - Dad, Dad,
what's going on? - Outside!
Go for a walk! - Dad, stop it, stop it!
- No!
Stop! - Come on!
Let's go!
- I wanna fucking kill you.
(cries)
(ominous music)
Trevor, is that you?
- [Trevor] Yeah, Emma, what's going on,
are you all right?
- Where are you?
I need you.
- [Trevor] I'm at Riverview Hospital.
I'm gonna do the research you asked.
I'm gonna get to the bottom of this twin theory of yours.
- Thank you.
You have no idea how much this means to me.
(ominous music)
- Dr. Melvin said that there were twins,
and that you were born at 11:58 p.m.
And that she was born three minutes after.
- And she died 12 days later?
- That's what he said.
He also said something else.
(dramatic music)
- What happened? - There was something
wrong with her, Emma,
and your father was pretty upset
you know, because of Frankie and all.
- I don't understand, what was wrong with here?
- Part of her brain wasn't formed.
She would have never had a normal life.
- Well, did they,
did he just let her die?
(crickets chirping)
(knocks)
Frankie, could you come here?
- No, you come out here.
- I can't, Frankie.
- Then talk to me from there, I can hear you.
- I have a special secret.
- What's up, Em?
- Frankie, do you remember us ever having a sister?
- What?
- A twin sister?
- (chuckles) You're joking, Em.
- No, Frankie.
I'm dead serious.
- No, I don't remember.
- Do you remember ever hearing the name Beth?
- I'll think real hard, Em.
Yeah, Beth, yeah.
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
- No!
Frankie. - Slow down, Em, what is it?
- Frankie, I need you to come up with me to the attic.
- What's, what's the matter?
- Don't be scared, okay?
- I have to ready for work. - Frankie, don't be scared.
Come with me. - If I don't go
to work, I'll be fired. - Frankie, you gotta
come with me.
(ominous music)
- [Frankie] What am I looking for Em?
- I can't believe it.
- Daddy keeps asking what we're talking about.
- They're gone.
- What's gone?
Daddy keeps asking if you're okay.
- I'm not okay, Frankie.
(electricity zapping)
- You will never leave this house.
- What did you just say?
- This house is now a part of your soul, Emma.
(dramatic music)
- What did you just say to me?
- About Daddy always asking if you're okay.
- No, about the house.
- What?
- Nevermind, Frankie.
Nevermind, let's just go.
- You're the one who wanted to come up here, remember?
(ominous music)
(crows squawking)
(phone ringing)
- [Trevor] Em, what's up?
- Hi, um, could you do some more research for me?
- [Trevor] Sure, name it.
- [Emma] I saw more Wicca signs in the attic.
- [Trevor] Did you copy them down?
- Yes, listen, I need you to find a man.
His name is Dr. Steven Cofi,
and I need you to bring him to the house.
- [Trevor] Okay, who's Dr. Cofi?
- He's an expert on the occult.
- Emma, I think we need to sit down with your family.
Have a conference.
- No, no, they may be.
- [Dr. Perry] What?
- I don't trust them.
- Why? - 'Cause they'll
lie to me.
- How long has it been now since you've stepped outside?
- Hmm, I don't know.
40 days or so.
- Let me ask you something.
What were you like before you moved here?
- I, well, I didn't hate my dad. (laughs)
As much.
- Well you know, sometimes when people
are angry with themselves,
they lash out at others.
- No, it's--
- I think, maybe,
the problem is that you're angry with your parents
because you can't handle what's going on with yourself.
You know, your anger is really a frustration
with your own paralysis.
You can't eat, you can't leave,
and so you hate them and you make them
the cause you can't understand.
(ominous music)
- If you knew what he did.
If you knew
you wouldn't say that.
- Okay, tell me.
- I can't.
I can't.
(doorbell rings)
Dr. Cofi, I'm so glad you could come.
Please come on.
- I'm a busy man, Miss Callan.
- I understand that, but I'm sure Mr. Trevor--
- Get to the point and make me some coffee.
(slurps)
(sighs)
Wicca symbols.
- So what is that, witchcraft?
- Wicca's an ancient religion.
Those are signs and symbols common to Wicca.
- Do you know what each one means?
- The pentacle, a sign used to mark practitioners of Wicca.
The Horn God, the masculine aspect of the universe.
The witches sign, this sign
marks ritual tools of witchcraft.
And the triple goddess which represents
womankind in the three stages of the moon.
Where did you copy these from?
- They're all over my attic walls.
Do you know what it means?
- There may be practitioners of witchcraft in this house.
- So these signs are evil?
- (laughs) Practitioners of Wicca are peaceful people.
There are some twisted people
who take the images of Wicca
and use them to form their own malevolent religion.
You say that these signs appeared in this house?
- In the attic.
- Show them to me.
- No, I can't, I don't want anyone going up there.
- I've come a long way, my dear girl.
The least you can do is show me the evidence.
- I'm not going up there.
- The religion is peaceful, Emma.
Practitioners believe that if one does evil to another,
the evil that you do will come back to haunt you tenfold.
- Emma, we should really go upstairs
and take a look at what you think you saw.
- I'm sorry, what I think I saw?
- Dr. Cofi.
- Peaceful, Emma.
(scoffs)
- You know what, I'm so sorry to have wasted your time.
- Emma.
(ominous music)
- What'd you get all dressed up for?
- I'm not dressed up.
- Hmm.
- How long have you been shut in your room here?
- Forever.
Two days.
- Well you can't stay up here forever.
- I'm gonna stay here until people start believing me.
- Well,
you should know that I believe you.
- Well that would make you the only one.
- This twin, she does exist.
There's no doubt about that.
She's definitely real to you.
- Meaning I'm crazy.
- No, no.
Meaning whether she is or she isn't physically real,
she's a real danger to you, Em.
Your parents are worried sick.
So is your brother.
- Frankie? - Mm-hmm.
This morning he had tears in his eyes.
He asked me,
"Is Emma ever gonna get better?"
- What'd you tell him?
- I told him that was your choice.
- You told him that was my choice?
- Yeah.
- Who the hell do you think you are?
Who the hell do you think you are?
You listen to me.
You smug bastard.
How dare you?
How dare you come in here and tell me
that I have a choice.
You think I wanna be in this house?
What, do you think I want to see these things?
You have no idea what goes on here.
You have no idea!
So don't you dare come in here
and sit there and say to me
with that smug look on your face,
that I have a choice.
(dramatic music)
- Okay, okay, Em.
(sighs)
Okay.
(sighs)
Emma has a very real problem.
- What are we gonna do about it?
- Mr. Callan, is there any truth to this twin theory?
- Goddammit!
Isn't there anything that you can do for her,
or haven't you done anything for her yet?
Hasn't there been any progress at all?
- What can we do to help Emma?
- Emma told me that she thinks
Graham killed her twin sister
because of a birth defect she had like her brother Frankie,
and now she is convinced
that her father is coming after her
because she's damaged in the same way Frankie is and...
I'm, I should be going.
(ominous music)
(crickets chirping)
(doors bang open)
(leaves rustling)
- [Beth] Emma.
- (gasps) Are you okay Em?
- Did you say that?
Before? - I heard it,
I heard it, Em.
It was like a whisper.
It was calling your name.
- Yeah. - Emma.
(dramatic music) - Frankie,
where are you going? - It's, it's okay, Em.
I'm big and strong.
- No, Frankie, you shouldn't go out there.
- No. - Frankie, Frankie,
no, Frankie.
No, please. - It's coming
from outside.
- Please, Frankie, no.
(dramatic music)
Frankie, wait.
Please, Frankie.
Frankie.
Frankie, don't go out there.
Frankie!
- I'm big and strong, Em.
(dramatic music)
- Frankie, please!
She'll hurt you.
- Em, will you calm down.
- Frankie.
(dramatic music)
(gasps)
- Emma?
(retches) - No!
(sobbing)
(gurgling)
(dramatic music)
(siren wailing)
(dramatic music)
(sobbing)
- Frankie!
No!
(sobbing)
No!
(police chattering on radio)
- [Detective] Where does she come from?
- I don't know where.
He, we heard her and he went out, and she.
- Your brother didn't see her?
- Not until it was too late.
Where's the knife?
- We haven't found it yet.
- She still has it.
- She, you mean, the girl from before?
- My sister, Beth.
- You have a sister?
- There's a case file.
Detective John Trevor, he's been helping me out with this.
- Maybe we'll come back tomorrow afternoon.
Talk to you more then.
(ominous music)
- We have to take her down. - No!
Sweetheart. - Please.
- [Graham] We've got to think about the future.
She's dangerous.
(dramatic music)
(camera clicks)
- Let's take a walk outside.
Show us where this all took place.
- I'm not lying.
There was someone else.
- We'd like to see that too.
Let's go outside and retrace your steps.
- [Detective] Let's go, Emma, now.
- Tomorrow, I'll show you tomorrow.
- Today.
Now.
- No.
- Let's go, Emma.
- If you guys are gonna take her outside,
you're gonna have to come back here
with a warrant for her arrest.
- We'll be back after we find the knife.
Just a matter of time.
(dramatic music)
- Carter and Baker grilled me for two hours.
Where were you yesterday?
- Family emergency.
- They think I did it.
- Did you?
- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, you don't...
You still don't believe me, do you?
You still don't believe me do you?
You still don't believe me,
then what are you doing here?
Huh?
You just wanna fuck me, don't you?
Huh?
Don't you?
- Hey, settle down.
I've done nothing but help you.
- God, oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(whimpering)
Oh, God.
(dramatic music)
I loved Frankie.
He was the only one on my side.
- I don't know what to believe, Emma.
I have to see this other girl.
- I saw her.
He saw her.
- Frankie's dead.
And the cops think you're good for this.
- I would never hurt Frankie.
You have to believe me.
I need you to believe me.
Please.
(dramatic music)
Please.
(Trevor sighs)
(camera clicks)
- If that ends up on the internet,
you're dead meat.
(laughs)
- Trevor, she's gonna come back.
- There's cops all over the place.
You'll be fine.
I'm sorry, Em, I gotta go.
If they find out what we just did,
I'm in deep shit.
I'll get back as soon as I can, all right?
(dramatioc music)
(distorted whispering)
(window creaks)
(ominous music)
- Now we look different.
(gasps)
(camera clicks)
(hatch slams)
(thumping)
(woman groaning)
(electricity zapping)
(ominous music)
(crows squawking)
(door clacks)
- That's very, that's very punk.
It doesn't really go with your dress, though.
(chuckles)
- When she comes back,
she won't look like me,
and then everybody's gonna know it as her.
It wasn't me.
- Emma, Frankie's dead and--
- Beth did it.
- Your sister?
- I saw her do it.
I took her picture.
(camera clicks)
- Give me the camera.
If she's on there, we'll see it.
- No, I don't trust you,
I'm gonna develop the pictures myself.
- (sighs) You'll have to leave the house to do that.
(camera clicks)
- Em, I believe you.
I believe you're in real danger here.
- What do I do?
I'm really scared.
- Well, I could arrange to take you to a place
where you'll be safe.
Would you go with me?
- I want to.
I really want to.
(ominous music)
- She needs to be hospitalized.
All right, I'm sorry.
What's going to happen if she's not?
- My son is dead.
My son is dead. - Look, I can't take
responsibility for what's coming
if you're not gonna do what I suggested.
I'm sorry, I can't help you.
- [Kim] Don't worry, we'll take care of Emma.
(dramatic music)
(engine whirring)
- [Graham] This isn't the Miss America Beauty Pageant.
- [Kim] So tell me what it is you want to do.
(ominous music drowns out voice)
- [Dr. Cofi Voiceover] Practitioners believe
that if one does evil to another,
the evil that you do will come back to you tenfold.
(crows squawking)
(dramatic music)
(door clacks)
- Where's mom?
- Well she's still at the funeral home.
I just came home to see how you were doing.
(sighs)
(dramatic music)
Emma, I'm so glad that you're eating.
- Oh, I'm fine, Daddy.
Do you want some?
There's plenty.
- Ooh. (laughs)
That's okay.
Whoa, whoa, here, look.
Em, I wish it could be different.
I really do.
Sorry it has to be this way.
That's how it is.
- I know what you're doing, Daddy.
I know what you're doing and I won't let you do it.
- (sighs) Well, sometimes we just
have to accept what life gives us, you know?
- What are you saying, who's, who's we?
(dramatic music)
Where's my camera?
(phone rings)
- Yes, it's coming together.
Don't worry, trust me.
(ominous music)
Emma.
(ominous music)
- Frankie?
- [Graham] Emma.
- Frankie, Frankie?
Frankie.
(dramatic music)
(door thumping)
(wrench thuds against head)
(dramatic music)
(Fist whacks against face)
(chokes)
(groans)
(chocking)
- Get away from her.
Let her go.
- You see, I'm not crazy, you saw her.
- I saw her, I saw her.
- She was trying to kill me.
Trevor, my father, he told her to do it.
- Emma, we have to go to the police,
convince them of what we saw,
and then we'll come back here and end this.
- I can't.
- Emma, it's not safe here.
- I can't leave.
(dramatic music)
- All right, then take this.
All right, I'm gonna find the detectives,
and I'll be right back.
Are you sure you won't come with me?
- When it's over.
- (sighs) Protect yourself.
(ominous music)
(door clacks)
- Emma?
- Honey?
- [Kim] Oh, my God, what's this mess?
- [Graham] It's gonna be all right.
Come here. (bag crumpling)
- I don't think I can do this. (bottles clink)
- You agreed. (soda cap pops)
- [Kim] I know, it just seems wrong.
She's our daughter, she's all we have left.
- [Graham] Come on.
- [Kim] Okay, okay, okay.
(pills crunching)
All right.
- Oh, God. - How's this?
Okay, okay.
- Oh, my God. - How's this?
(dramatic music)
- I'm not thirsty, Mom.
- What are you doing with that?
- Don't move. - Put it down.
- I swear to God I will shoot you, Dad.
What's in it?
What did you put in the drink?
You wanna kill me like you and dad killed my sister?
- No, it's not what you think.
This is for your own good.
- What did you put in the soda, Mother?
You drink it.
Now!
(gasping)
- Go ahead, Kim, tell her.
- Honey, honey, it's, it'll help you sleep.
It's like Valium.
- For how long?
A fucking dirt nap?
- Honey, we have to get you out of this place.
This house.
(gun fires) (screams)
- Don't fuck with me anymore.
- Sweetheart, we love you very much.
- I know what I saw.
- (grunts) These--
- What are those?
- They.
- They're yours, honey.
Your daddy, your daddy developed the pictures.
(dramatic music)
- You shouldn't have done that.
- They're-- - They're mine.
Now listen to me, you fuckers are gonna wait here.
The police are gonna come.
- I think that's a very good idea.
Kim, don't you think that's a good idea
to call the police?
- My sister Beth died 12 days after I was born.
And you fuckers are trying to bring her back
with your witchcraft and your ceremonies.
That fucking bitch killed Frankie.
Your other daughter killed Frankie.
- No, sweetheart.
You killed Frankie.
(dramatic music)
(whimpering)
(sighs)
(gun fires) (groans)
- Jesus, God!
(dramatic music)
My God, Emma, what you have done?
(gun firing)
(sobs)
(gun fires)
(dial tone)
(dial pad beeps)
(phone ringing)
- [Dispatcher] 911 emergency?
- [Emma] 114 Heritage Lane.
I just killed my parents in self-defense.
(dramatic music)
(car doors thudding)
(door clacks)
- Emma, drop the gun, right now.
It's all over, Emma.
Give me the gun.
- Where's Trevor?
Detective John Trevor, where is he?
- Oh, Trevor, there you are.
Thank God, please tell these people about Beth.
Tell them what we found out about Cofi and--
- My name's Brad.
Brad Howard.
I'm a paramedic.
(dramatic music)
- There is no twin sister, Emma.
We have your birth records.
- [Emma] But what about the photos?
- They're just empty rooms, Emma.
(camera clicks) (Emma laughs)
- Trevor, tell them who you really are.
Or I'll kill you.
Tell them who you are,
or I will count to three
and I will blow your brains out.
- Emma, give me the gun.
- [Emma] One.
- [Detective] Emma, please.
- Two.
- [Detective] Give me the gun.
- Tell them who you are.
Three. (gun fires)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
- [Dr. Perry] Well, she actually believed
that her parents had brought back
her twin sister, Beth, to steal her soul.
- [Detective Carter] Psycho, there was no Beth.
- No, Beth was very real.
As I continually warned.
It's all very sad.
- What do you mean, she was real?
- Well, when your brain believes
that something or someone exists,
then that becomes reality.
All we have, Detective Carter,
is the reality that our brains project for us to see.
- So this Trevor guy was real to her too?
- Yeah, yeah, she created John Trevor
from a paramedic she met,
and she took the name from a TV show.
Everything she writes about him
and her sister Beth in this journal
makes them both very much alive.
- But what started it?
Until two months ago, they were a normal family.
- Well, something in this house triggered it.
- Yeah, but none of that crap explains
why Emma killed Frankie.
- No, Beth did.
- Got it. - Right.
- You're not gonna believe this,
I just found out 30 years ago,
a woman mysteriously died in that same house.
(dramatic music)
- Houses don't kill people.
- This one did.
(officers chattering)
(dramatic music)
(engine whirring)
(crows squawking)
- [Peggy] All right, now this house
has considerable history.
It's been here over 100 years.
- This place gives me the creeps.
- Allyson, come on, baby.
- [Woman] You haven't even seen inside, Allyson.
- I don't want to.
There's something weird here,
like maybe it was an Indian burial ground or something.
- I don't know about such things,
but we do have some lovely Indian restaurants in the area.
(laughs)
(ominous music)
So what do you think?
And this is the last stop on our tour.
As you can, there's a tremendous amount
of storage up there and a few items.
(footsteps tapping)
- Allyson, you can look around up here if you want.
We're gonna go down to the kitchen
and work this thing out.
I think this place is a keeper.
(dramatic music)
- Who are you?
- I'm Ronald, a real estate agent.
I just came by to check on Peggy,
but I didn't wanna step on her toes.
- She never shuts up.
- Well, that's Peggy for ya.
(ominous music)
I think we're gonna be seeing a lot
of each other, you and I.
(distorted whispering)
I'm gonna get going now.
I don't want Peggy to see that I'm here.
Just let that be our little secret.
(dramatic music)