An American Haunting Page #4

(Betsy panting)

It's gone.

- Gone where?

(horse whinnying)

- Mother?

- I'm right here, darling.

- I had the most terrible nightmare.

- Shhh.

- You were sending me away.

- Oh, I would never send you away.

- Mother?

- Yes, darling?

- Am I gonna die?

- No.

You're not gonna die.

Now, you just rest.

Just rest.

- If this entity...

... can hear us at all times...

... and is in all places...

- Then...

there's no escaping it.

- You care for her,

don't you, Richard?

More than the normal concern

of a teacher for a student.

- Why would you say that?

- I've seen you look at her.

- It is true,

there is no one for a day's ride

as comely as your daughter, Lucy.

I would not presume to--

- Maybe you should.

- I'm almost 20 years her senior.

- The same is true of John and me.

- Can she love me?

- She will.

I'm so afraid for her.

Richard, please, marry her.

- Your faith in me

is flattering, Lucy.

- Please.

- But I could not,

with good conscience,

marry Betsy

merely to be her protector.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

After that night,

something changed.

The attacks on Betsy

became less violent.

The entity now took out its rage

on John,

while leaving Betsy

in an almost lifeless state.

(whisper):
John...

(echoing)

John...

I'll kill you

John...

John...

John... Help her...

Help her, John...

She's so young... John...

(child):
No!

No!

- Help her... She's so young...

- Help her...

- Precious.

- Help her...

- Oh!

- You're gonna die...

(whispering voices )

You're gonna die, John...

Yes...

(whispery laughter)

(different disembodied voices ):

- Precious...

- Your precious...

- Precious...

- Once sad ...

(Professor):
The entity

wouldn't let anyone try to help Betsy

when she was under its control.

I felt powerless.

John wouldn't listen.

He fought it.

And in return,

he was made to suffer.

(creaking)

(whisper):
You know...

the truth...

(echoing)

See?...

(shouting)

- Open the door!!

Betsy!!!

Betsy.

(wailing)

- Momma...

Help me.

- Betsy?!

(moaning)

(door creaking)

(roaring sound)

- Kate Batts!

Call back your Furies.

Spare my family.

Take it.

Exact your pound of flesh.

I beg you.

End your curse.

Please.

- I put no curse on you,

or your family.

You cursed yourself,

John Bell.

(click)

- Oh...

(ominous music)

(crying)

(click)

(sobbing)

(whisper):
Betsy...

Betsy...

Help me...

(child crying)

Betsy...

(crying child):
Help me...

- Remember...

(screaming)

(screaming)

- Precious.

- Momma!

(thunder)

My mom always was a heavy sleeper.

(disembodied voices ):

I was born from the union

of evil and innocence.

Part of her soul died

the night John took her innocence.

Avenge me.

Make him pay

for what he has done to us.

(choking cough)

- Take it.

- Thank you.

Well, you sleep so sound,

you don't even feel me

get out of bed.

- This is Betsy's?

- My mess.

I'll clean it.

(Professor):
After that night,

Betsy never heard

from the entity again.

- Mom?

Mom! Dad's here.

I'm leaving.

- Okay.

I love you.

- I love you too.

Bye, Mom.

(whisper):
Help her!

- David?

David?!!

David!!!!!

(screaming)

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