(unsettling music)
(eerie vocalizing)
(unsettling music)
(demonic sounds in the distant getting closer)
(clock ticking)
(Industrial souds in the background)
(clanging)
(distant demonic sounds getting closer)
- After you.
- Sorry, I just wanna knock on the door.
- I can see that.
- Do you like my mask?
- Sarah!
- I mean trick or treat.
(woman chuckles) - Is that a new mask?
- Yes, I made it myself.
- Very nice!
How many houses have you guys hit so far?
- Just a couple of blocks.
But her bag is half full.
- We haven't even ventured out yet.
- Your son's costume is so cute.
- I know.
He hates it though.
- Come on, Mom, I wanna show off my mask.
- Maybe he'll change his mind
when he sees how much candy he can get.
- I know, right?
I see a lot of sugar tantrums in our future.
- Come on, Mom.
I wanna show off my mask.
- Speaking of tantrums, Sarah don't be rude.
- Sorry Momma, I'm just excited.
- You go ahead.
I'll be right behind you.
- 'Kay, Momma.
- I don't wanna keep you.
- Don't worry about it.
She's just a little too tenacious for her own good.
- Oh, no problem.
My son's like that.
Only not as polite.
(both laughing)
- [Mary] Where are ya taking me, Jeff?
I can't believe anyone stays here.
What kinda cabin is this?
- Rustic.
- Rustic?
- Well that's what the brochure said.
It said come stay in our rustic cabin.
- You've taken us back in time.
Nobody lives like this anymore, Jeff.
- Yeah.
When it said no modern amenities,
I thought that just meant no television.
(woman sighs)
- There.
It's only a moment until I can figure a way outta this.
Rocking chairs.
I almost expected a couple of stumps.
Somebody has a sense of humor about this place.
- [Jeff] It's only for a week.
- Hell it is.
All right, we'll make the best of this.
Where's my stash?
- I only asked you to remember to pack one thing.
Ugh!
- I know.
- Oh yuck.
I hate filth.
- I know.
Mary, I'm sorry.
I meant to grab your candy,
it was sitting right on the counter on my way out.
- Then why didn't you grab it?
- My hands were full.
And I meant to go back in and get it,
but then I got distracted loading the car.
You remember we had to unload everything
and repack it so that we could make it all fit?
- I didn't wanna come here.
You made me.
- I just thought getting away for a week would be fun.
- Fun?
What am I supposed to do without candy for a week?
You know how cranky I get.
- Oh I know.
- It's Halloween.
What?
- Trick or treat.
Come and see the mask I made.
- Jeff!
- I may have an idea.
- Trick or treat.
How do you like my mask?
- Thank you.
- Hey!
Not funny.
Can I have my candy back, please?
- Here you go.
- Where's my doll?
- She must have been at the end of the route.
It was so- - I'm not sharing with you.
Yours is back at the house.
(tapping at door)
- Tell her you to hid the candy in here.
(Cabin door rattles open)
- Hello?
Can I have my candy back, please?
Hi, my name is Sarah.
I would like my candy back, please.
- What a tenacious little girl.
I don't know what you're talking about, Sarah.
(unsettling music)
- The man that answered your door took my candy.
- What man?
There's no one else here.
Look around.
Who would be mad enough to stay in this hell
if they weren't forced to?
(suspenseful music)
(eerie beeping)
- I don't like closets and I think there's someone in yours.
- I don't have your candy.
Either find it or leave.
(eerie banging)
I found it.
- Where?
- I don't know how it got there,
but there's a bag in the back of the closet.
Go on in if you want your candy.
(eerie banging)
(eerie beeping)
- [Sarah] No!
- Either ya look in there or you go away.
- No, there's something in there.
There's something in there.
- Yes, you.
You can't have my candy.
(door creaking)
- Mister, let me out.
Please let me out.
I don't wanna be in here.
Please.
(eerie demonic wailing)
You can have the candy.
I don't wanna be in here.
You can have the candy.
Wait!
(screaming)
(aggressive rattling)
(errie demonic wailing)
(tension building music)
(door creaking)
Where am I, Mary?
(fire crackling)
- Where is she?
- Who?
Oh.
I saw a light upstairs in the bedroom earlier.
Perhaps she's up there.
Did you have another nightmare?
- I don't know.
It's never restful like sleep.
I'd say it was a nightmare,
but I never remember the details of the dream.
She's made another mask.
- Where?
- There.
(unsettling music)
(screeching)
- I don't like it.
They're getting creepier.
- How do ya think I feel?
She put it on the wall closer to me.
- The first one she made wasn't bad.
It was more alien-like with tribal markings.
(unsettling music)
- The second one was a little creepier.
It looks like a fish.
Nothing scares me as much as what's been underneath them.
- I've seen her without a mask once.
She- - Don't tell me.
I don't wanna know.
She's made yet another one.
- You don't even wanna know
what she did to your beautiful doll
that you brought with you.
- My doll?
My mother gave that to me.
She hates me, you know.
- Your mother doesn't hate you.
- Not my mother!
Sarah!
Didn't I tell you she tried to drag me
into the closet the other day.
- What?
When?
Where was I?
- [Mary] I don't know, gone, like always.
- Gone?
Gone where?
Where could I go?
- I don't know, Jeff.
But I have told you time and time again
not to leave me alone with her.
- My memory is getting worse.
I can't even remember what we were doing when you dozed off.
What does the book say?
(ominous music)
- Theories mostly.
Nothing concrete that'll help us with our current situation.
It almost seems to be vague on purpose.
- Too much metaphor and not enough facts?
Nothing that can explain to us
why she keeps making these masks?
- No!
Oh, only how our subconscious helps make these masks.
How the colors we see inspire moods
and how we obey and listen to our inner voice.
Nothing that tells us why she's so angry with us
or what she's trying to tell us.
- I find it really strange,
I've never even spoken to her.
At least not that I can recall.
- Well I think she's made it quite clear
that she doesn't wanna speak to me.
(eerie creaking)
(door creaking)
- I think I found her.
(unsettling music)
- You play with her.
Keep her occupied.
- Why?
- While I go clean up.
She torments me, Jeff.
She likes you.
Distract her.
I feel like I haven't showered in two weeks.
- Okay, okay.
- Just- - I'll be careful.
- Just don't eat my candy.
(unsettling music)
- [Sarah] Why is she crying?
This is my house.
(screeching)
Why is she crying?
It's your fault, Jeff.
(eerie whispering)
(screeching)
It's your fault, Jeff.
(unsettling music)
(floor chest rattling)
(tapping)
(floor chest rattling)
(creaking door)
(chair sliding)
(rolling ball)
Pick up the ball, Jeff.
Play with me, Jeff.
Come a little closer.
Play with me, Jeff.
Pick up the ball, Jeff.
Play with me, Jeff.
Closer still, Jeff.
Pick up the ball, Jeff.
Come a little closer.
Play with me, Jeff.
Pick up the ball, Jeff.
Play with me, Jeff.
Come a little closer.
Pick up the ball, Jeff.
- [Demon] Pick up the ball, Jeff. Pick up the ball, Jeff.
Pick up the ball, Jeff.
(clock ticking)
(screeching)
- What were you thinking?
- I don't know.
There's holes in my memory.
- What?
You don't remember what just happened?
- No.
Parts of it.
It was like a dream.
One minute I was right here.
And I found a book in the bottom of this chest.
I remember the closet door opening.
But then all of a sudden
I was being dragged out of it by you.
I was conscious of my actions
up until the point where I found the book.
And then- - Then what?
- And then I feel like my will was no longer my own.
- Whose was it then?
(door creaking)
No!
What book?
(tense music)
- It's called "The Girl In the Picture Frame".
- Have you read any of it?
- It's just filled with photos of people crying.
There's children crying, there's elderly people crying.
I even saw a photo of people crying in church.
And the only photo in there that I recognize
is the one on the very first page.
(tense music)
- It's the entertainment center.
And everything that's on it.
Baby carriage
The clock.
Even the lamp.
Everything but- - The dollhouse.
That was Sarah's house.
- How do you know that?
- I don't know.
- What do ya mean?
It doesn't make any sense.
What in this book made you wanna crawl into that closet?
- I don't know.
I can't remember.
I only know it happened because you tell me it did.
- You remember the pages of the book but not the closet?
Dinner's ready.
- See, this is what I'm talking about.
I don't even remember you making dinner.
And how?
We have no working stove.
- Of course I made dinner.
- Are you sure?
- How else would it have gotten here?
Doesn't matter anyway.
- [Jeff] What doesn't matter?
- Can't taste it.
The food, the candy, nothing.
I have this insatiable sweet tooth and I can't satisfy it.
I said I can't taste anything, Jeff!
(sighs)
It doesn't matter.
You're not listening.
(screeching)
- [Jeff] Where is she?
- I don't see her.
Do you think she'll be joining us for dinner?
- She hasn't before.
Mary.
- She's made another mask.
- They're getting more- - Demonic.
Let's eat.
(clang of pan)
(sighs)
- Don't worry, Mary.
I haven't had an appetite for a while now either.
- Another piece of the puzzle.
- I don't like this puzzle.
- This one's mostly poems.
Oh not the inspirational kind.
These are dark and full of despair.
I think the author musta stayed here
because he talks about things in the cabin.
Let me read one of them to you.
This for example, this is what I'm talking about.
Through the shroud of death I walk.
A sense of deja vu washes over me.
I've been here before.
But like my sins, not immediately known to me,
along with the familiar now some things are new.
The masks we've hidden behind
are on display for our review.
The faces of those we've most wronged
are immortalized and hung for us to see.
The things we've taken away from them now belong to me.
The skeletons in our closets take shape
and lurk in the dark,
waiting for us to drop our guard,
being the most obvious of marks.
The clock ticks away where time is irrelevant.
You have an eternity to figure this out.
Your new covenant
The devil, that whisper in your ear,
is not the only thing you have to fear.
For he takes matters into his own hands.
Only he knows where his trident lands.
His aim is as precise as he is misleading.
Dragging you away kicking and screaming.
Your tears all for naught
as he takes you to your lot.
The devil will give you no audience to hear you talk.
Through the shroud of death I walk.
That's not the creepiest part.
The poet's names are Jeff and Mary.
I said the poets names are...
(clock ticking)
Jeff?
Where are you?
(ominous tones)
(candy clatters)
(creaking)
(Mary gasps)
Where are ya, Jeff?
- [Demon] Come find me, Mary.
(eerie music)
- [Sarah] Where am I, Mary?
(eerie music)
(clock pendant jingles)
- Damn it, Jeff.
(screeching)
- [Sarah] It's time to play hide and seek, Mary.
What are you looking for?
I'm over here.
- Sarah?
Sarah, is that my doll?
- [Sarah] Play with me, Mary.
- Play?
Play with you, Sarah?
You don't play with me.
You hurt and terrorize me.
- [Sarah] Where am I hiding?
- Hiding?
I can see you right in front of me.
- [Sarah] Come find me.
Where am I, Mary?
(unsettling music)
- Tell her you hid the candy in here.
(unsettling music)
- [Mary] Jeff.
Where are you Jeff?
- [Sarah] Where am I, Mary?
- I don't know!
- [Sarah] Come find me.
Where am I, Mary?
- I don't know!
I don't know!
- [Sarah] Come find me.
Where am I hiding?
Play with me, Mary.
Come find me.
What are you looking for?
I'm over here.
Come find me, Mary.
- [Demon] Come find me, Mary.
(door creaking)
- [Sarah] Where am I, Mary?
- I don't know!
- [Sarah] Where am I?
- I don't know!
- [Sarah] Where am I, Mary?
- Let it go!
- [Sarah] Where am I, Mary?
Where am I, Mary?
Where am I, where am I, where am I, Mary?
Where am I, Mary?
- I don't know!
- [Sarah] Where am I, Mary, where am I, Mary?
- I don't know. - Where am I, Mary?
Where am I, Mary?
- I don't...
Jeff?
(aggressive rattling)
(unsettling music and demon wailing)
(door creaking)
(Mary weeping)
(angelic music)
- [Jeff] Oh Mary, what have you done?
(enchanting music)
(heartbeat thumping)
(unsettling music)
- What you done with my candy?
- What candy?
(thumping)
- Jeff?
Jeff.
I'm so sorry.
Hun, hun, are you okay?
Are you okay?
I'm sorry.
(demon wailing approaching)
What have I done?
Oh Jeff.
What have I done?
(creaking)
(growling)
(exclaiming)
- [Jeff] Mary no!
No!
Mary!
Help!
(clock ticking)
- Listen to me.
Let go.
You have to let go.
It hurts, Sarah.
Ow, ow, Sarah please.
Please, you don't have to do this, Sarah.
Sarah, Sarah listen.
Oh, my hair.
Oh lord, ow.
Oh it really hurts.
Let go.
Sarah, let go.
Let go of me.
Mary (exclaims)
(clock ticking)
Where is she?
(hell fire crackling)
(Industrial sounding music)
(clanging)
(hell fire crackling)