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- Yeah.

- I remember. That was not funny.

- No.

Can't you fix it

so I don't have nightmares any more?

Well, that is a tough one...

...but how about we fix it with a kiss

then see how that works?

- I love you.

- I love you too, Mom.

- Night, buddy.

- Night, Dad.

Can you fix it so I don't have

nightmares any more?

Sure, just let me put on

my Victoria's Secret tool belt.

Your what?

- What'd Dad break this time, Mom?

- Nothing.

And I am not the klutz

you all make me out to be.

Dad, you broke the hammer

trying to fix the toaster.

That was a very old hammer.

Daddy may not be Mr. Fix-It,

but he does pay for the tools.

Gee, thank you. Thanks, Mom.

Hey, Dad, it's snowing.

- You slept for too long, Daddy.

- I did?

Holy crap. What time is it?

Why didn't you wake me?

We tried.

What have you been doing

all this time?

Thanking God we have a TV.

Boy, it's really coming down

out there, huh?

Does that mean we can't go out?

No. It means Dad's glad

we have a TV too.

Aren't you, Dad?

I guess we better get out there

real quick...

...and make ourselves a snowman...

...before it piles up so high

that we can't move.

All in favor?

Come on you, guys. Get your

snow stuff on. That's why we brought it.

Daddy?

Yeah?

What is it, sweetheart?

Cyn?

It's just the door to the attic,

sweetheart.

I think there's something up there.

No. No, no.

You're just letting your imagination

run away with you.

Go on. Get your stuff.

- Dad!

- Jake?

- What's wrong?

- There's something out there.

What's the matter with you kids?

We've all just gotta calm down.

We're gonna make ourselves crazy.

What are you seeing out there?

Was it a bird?

Bigger.

In the trees.

Like a person?

I don't know for sure.

Well, it's just shadows in the trees, buddy.

Just...

Just tree shadows blowing in the wind.

- You feeling okay?

- I'm fine.

- I'm gonna nail Cynthia with a snowball.

- Oh, yeah?

Be careful.

Your sister's got a heck of an arm.

She's just a girl.

So was your mom and she could throw

a fastball like a big leaguer.

It's harder than I thought.

- Hey!

- Gotcha.

I gotcha.

Jake! Help me get your sister!

Boys against the girl!

No, no, no. Kids against big people.

This doesn't sound like fair teams.

Traitors!

Come on! Come on, bring it!

Missed!

Where's Jake?

I don't know.

Jake!

He's hiding.

- Jake!

- Jake!

Jake?

Jake?

Jake!

Open the door! Jake!

Jake! Open the door!

Jake! Open the door, Jake!

- Why did you lock the door?

- I didn't.

What is this place?

If we need to fix anything,

we've come to the right place.

It's pretty cool, huh?

But you don't know

how to fix anything, Dad.

- Says who?

- Mom.

She used to say you were good

with your brain, not your hands.

Oh, she did, huh?

Cynthia?

Jake, is that the same thing

you saw?

Okay.

Change in plans.

I think we're coming down

with something.

What do you say we head down...

...we find Mr. Howes

and we ask about seeing a doctor?

- Dad, I have to pee.

- Of course, you do. Go on.

Quickly, both of you. Okay?

Quickly, You 9UY5-

I love you.

Hey. Hey-

Okay.

Guys?

Guys! We gotta go! I'll start the car.

My God.

How could this happen already?

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Goddamn it!

Hey, you guys.

You know...

...looks like the car's pretty sick too.

And...

A little snowy. 80...

What do you say...

...we go back inside, make a nice fire...

...some SOUP.

All the good stuff Mom used to do.

- Little cold never hurt anybody. Right?

- Dad, I'm scared.

Why did Mom want us to come here?

- She thought it would be fun.

- It's not fun, Dad.

I know. But it will be.

Come on! Come on. We'll have fun.

Could we walk, Dad? To the doctor?

- I think Jake's really sick.

- We're miles from anywhere.

We're knee deep in snow.

We'd just make him worse.

Besides, since when do you

like to walk?

Yeah, I do hate to walk.

And there's nothing

to be scared of here, right?

Yeah, nothing scary here.

All right.

You know what I think?

We toured the other day,

but way too quickly.

- Follow me.

- Dad.

What about upstairs under the beds?

Could we check those too?

Nothing to worry about under beds,

buddy.

Still, could you check?

It's on my list.

Daddy, what are we looking for?

Nothing.

Just making sure

there's nothing to worry about.

And there isn't. Come on.

Come on.

Under the bed too, Dad.

Monsters don't hide under beds, Jake.

That's an old wives' tale.

Monsters don't hide anywhere

because there are no monsters.

That's a fact.

Dad, we should keep checking.

Yeah. No, I'm just taking a minute

to catch my breath.

I haven't had this much exercise

in a long time.

The air is thinner up here, I think.

Nothing.

Checked downstairs.

Checked the bedrooms.

I think it's time for a little lunch.

What do you say? I'm hungry.

How about you guys?

Lunch? It's nighttime, Daddy.

What's wrong with you?

What?

Of course, it is. But that doesn't matter.

Peanut butter and jelly

you can have anytime.

Lunch, dinner. Right, Cyn?

Can we check the bathroom?

The...

Right. Right. Check the bathroom.

What happened in here?

Did you guys...?

Did one of you take Daddy's pills?

- No.

- Jake?

Did you do this?

Were you looking for something?

No, Dad.

You know how OCD he is.

- He would've cleaned it up.

- I didn't do anything.

Jake?

That's what we needed.

Not Mom, but not bad.

- It was good, Dad. Really.

- Yeah, Dad.

Really good. Better than Mom's.

I can't remember one thing

that your mother wasn't good at.

Can you?

She couldn't sing.

Yeah.

Of course, neither can I.

Okay. House is locked up.

Checked everywhere.

We're safe and sound.

Is it coming for us'?

Why did you say that?

Answer me, Jake.

Why did you say that?

- I don't know.

- Why are you so afraid?

Why are you acting so weird, Dad?

I don't...

I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry. I...

The truth is Daddy doesn't really know

what's going on.

But...

Nothing is coming for us, okay?

- Dad, don't go!

- But what if it's help?

I wanna go home, Daddy, please.

Listen, you guys. Listen to me.

We can't hide, right?

They know we're here.

And we can't call the police. $0...

- But that's just a lamp, Daddy.

- I know. I know.

But I don't have a lot of options in here.

I'm liking the lamp right now.

It's a good lamp. Heavy.

- Stay here.

- Daddy, let us come with you.

Cynthia, listen to me.

This is probably nothing.

I need you to get under the bed now...

...and stay there until I come back.

You understand me?

Don't make a sound.

Not one sound. Get under. Go.

aHruaia

I hope you don't mind my using

this spare key...

...but nobody answered so I...

Something wrong?

Oh, my God.

Am I glad to see you.

Daddy?

What's going on?

- I really don't know.

- But you're the dad.

You have to know. You have to help us.

I know.

Buddy, I'm trying. I really am.

I'm just... I'm not as good as Mom.

Okay, okay.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's a blown circuit from the storm.

- You're not leaving us again!

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