Dwelling Page #3

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How did you know about that?

Amara told me.

You gotta stop

listening to her.

What happened next?

Someone reached in for me.

Did they touch you?

- Izzy!

- [tires screeching]

What is it, Uncle Gavin?!

F***...

I don't know.

[crying]

[gasping]

[crying]

Go play for a bit.

Slow down!

How'd it go?

How's Isabelle?

She seems fine.

After everything today.

What did River do?

Izzy said Amara spoke to her.

Where's the doll?

Dr. Thorn kept it.

You shouldn't have let him!

Why?

I'm not gonna let something

harmful get that close to Izzy!

We need the doll.

No... you need Izzy!

She's gifted, isn't she?

She can hear them

the same as her mother.

What do you want?

You want us to just leave?

It's wrong, Ellie!

You're using her as bait with no

idea whose attached themselves!

You know I believe in you...

but bringing a child into this?

Into what?!

It's been three days!

It's been sixteen years!

This isn't even about finding an

answer anymore! It's an obsession now!

You said you understood me.

My need to make contact. To

talk to my mother for closure.

Every person has lost a loved one they

wanted to speak to one last time.

To answer the unanswered.

But falling down a rabbit hole

doesn't mean there's something

at the bottom to catch you!

[camera clicking]

I saw the mirror.

I hope it was worth it.

"Psychomanteum:
a mirrored

room made to communicate

with the spiritual realm

or undergo transfiguration.

A complete change of form

or appearance

into an eternal

spiritual state.

The room is set up to optimize

psychological effects, such as a trance.

Do not break concentration,

as you may fall victim to

the dweller on the threshold."

[whispering voices]

[whispering grows louder]

[porcelain shattering]

[manic whispering,

growing louder]

[Izzy] Ellie...

[gasping]

Izzy...

Isabelle...

Give him the girl.

[tap tap]

[muttering] They're not there, they're

not there, they're not there...

[footsteps]

Gavin...

[gasping, strangled breathing]

Gavin!

- Gavin! Gavin...

- [gasping for air]

- He's in there with her.

- Who?

Listen...

[tap tap]

[tap tap]

[door slams, scraping]

[pounding]

Izzy!

[pounding, rattling]

Uncle Gavin!

[frustrated screaming]

Izzy, are you okay?!

Izzy, are you okay?!

[tap tap]

[tap tap]

Izzy!

Izzy!.. Isabelle!

[frustrated scream]

He's back!

Who's back!

What do you see?!

Izzy, answer me!

I can't see him!

Izzy!

Who do you see, Izzy?!

Where is he?!

[groaning]

It's okay, peanut...

I have you. It's okay...

[crying] He reached for me.

You're safe now.

Where did the sound come

from, Izzy, the mirror?

There's something behind

this wallpaper...

[phone ringing]

[Dr. Thorn] When I found her, she was

drifting in and out of consciousness.

[Elli] What happened?

She found a knife... tried

to jam it her ear drums.

Unfortunately,

she succeeded.

River has lost

all her hearing.

I'm sorry, Elli.

Where'd she get the knife?

I honestly don't know, dear.

We avoid cutlery to prevent

situations like this.

- What about the doll?

- Broken in pieces.

She's lucky to be alive.

I failed you, Ellie.

Well, at least she's free now.

[door opening]

Dr. Thorn, would you mind

watching after Izzy for a few?

- My pleasure.

- Thank you.

I hope you know what

I'm going to say next.

I'm not stopping.

I'm well aware.

I underestimated you.

Gavin, we're so close.

There is no we anymore.

There's only you.

I'm keeping Izzy with me.

You can't. You can't do that,

I need her!

We've already left

and we're not going back.

Do you really want Izzy to experience

the same childhood as you?

Yeah, I'm not blind, Gavin.

Then clearly you're not looking

at what you've brought upon her.

What's this?

That's what your niece

has been living with.

The rest are from

last night,

The house isn't Amara.

That doll isn't Amara.

This man is Amara.

A man who had slain children

in life, let alone in death.

You gave her that doll

knowing full well

that the presence in that house

would attach themselves to it.

But what bothers me most...

is that I just stood by and watched

you make a deal with the devil.

And I said nothing!

- Let go.

- You first.

I wrote a letter

to my mother

On the way

I dropped it

And one of you

has picked it up

And put it in

your pocket.

Not you...

Not you...

Not you...

Not you...

But... you...

[door unlocking]

[squeaking]

Where's the girl?

Where is he?

[gasping, coughing]

It's all up to you now.

It's all up to you now.

It's all up to you now.

[coughing]

[girl] I wrote a

letter to my mother

[footsteps]

And on the way

I dropped it.

[footsteps]

Not you...

Not you...

Not you...

[laughing] Not you...

But... you...

[mirror shards rattling]

Ellie!

Hey, you.

Why...?

It's over.

And the house?

We've already left.

It's time to focus

on our family.

It's time to live.

Has she said anything?

No, but she drew something.

"Nam amor est forte cum morte."

What does that mean?

For love is strong as death.

[woman] Wouldn't this

look great on our porch?

[man] Oh, yeah.

- [woman] Isn't it great?

- [man] Doesn't even look like him.

[indistinct dialogue]

[tap tap]

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