Ghosts of Darkness Page #4

- You're not Sarah.

(screams)

What have you done

with my Sarah?

(screams)

(eerie orchestral music)

- There, that should

stop the bleeding.

- Thanks.

- But you might need stitches.

What the hell happened?

- What did you find

in the basement?

- Doesn't matter.

- Of course, it matters.

Jack, what did you find?

- I found a little blood.

- And?

- Next to it, there was a....

(ringing)

- Well, that definitely

wasn't here before.

There's no dial tone.

(eerie orchestral music)

- What the hell?

That's not possible.

(ringing)

- Hello.

It's your wife.

- What?

- She says she's your wife.

She wants to talk to you.

- [Rebecca] Oh, it

hurts so much, Jack.

- Rebecca.

- [Rebecca] This

is all your fault.

Why did you let

him do this to me?

- Rebecca.

(crying)

(eerie orchestral music)

- Jack?

Hello.

(eerie orchestral music)

(knocking)

What's going on?

You all right, Jack?

- She's been dead

for five years.

- God, I'm so sorry.

(eerie orchestral music)

- She was a psychic.

I loved her more than anything.

More than life itself, but

I could never understand

that side of her.

All the Ouija boards,

the totems, tarot cards.

I tried.

One evening at

dinner, she told me

that she made contact

with this evil spirit.

I thought she lost her mind.

I tried to reason with her,

talk some sense into her, but

she was convinced

it was real.

She became obsessed

with those boards.

No matter what I

did to hide them

or get rid of them,

every night, I'd wake up

and I'd find her on them.

As the weeks went on,

she got worse and worse.

She locked herself in her room,

she stopped eating.

She wouldn't talk to anybody.

She was scared.

She was convinced this thing

was trying to kill her.

One night,

I came home,

and she was in the bath.

There was blood everywhere.

She slit her wrists.

Before I could do anything,

she took the knife

and she cut her throat open,

right in front of me.

I couldn't save her.

I tried,

I tried.

I should have.

I couldn't live with myself,

with the guilt.

I took it out on everyone,

clairvoyants, psychics, mediums.

The more frauds I exposed,

the more it fueled my anger

that she'd been duped

or brainwashed by all

that paranormal bullshit.

She was right.

It's real.

(eerie orchestral music)

You're up early.

- Couldn't sleep.

You?

- I slept pretty good.

So, what is all this stuff?

- What you're looking

at is the history

of Richmond Manor for

the last 200 years.

It turns out that most of

our murder victims were,

unbeknownst to them,

related to the Richmonds.

Back in 1801, there was an

unprovoked massacre here.

No one knows who started it,

but the family scattered.

Since then, something's

been drawing them back here

and murdering them.

I found something else

among the list of names.

A family, the Donavans.

- Holy sh*t.

- Holy sh*t indeed, Jack.

Your being here

is no coincidence.

- What about you?

- I've been asking myself

that same question.

My hunch is that it feeds

off psychic powers somehow.

Myself, your wife,

even our hapless friend here.

- That's the symbol I saw in

the basement next to the blood.

- Basement, I've been

seeing it everywhere.

Every time I touch the board,

it's like a feedback

loop in my mind.

Of course, it's a conduit.

That's how it gets around.

That's how it delivered

the cards to us.

That's how it's

drawing its power.

See, it's been weak

so far, but now,

it's taking physical form.

- The question is

can we herd it back?

- There's one way to find out.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

How many shells have we got?

- Two in the chamber, one here.

- Let's hope it's enough.

- Yeah.

Son of a b*tch.

- What?

- Son of a b*tch.

- Sh*t in my mouth.

- How old is this guy?

Barnum, Barnum, Barnum.

That's one of the words

I saw in the basement.

- Words, what words?

- There's some writing

on the wall in Latin.

It said, "Barnum vindictae."

- Barnum revenge.

- Oblitus.

- Forgotten.

- Legitimus fetus.

- Barnum's Richmond's

bastard son.

No wonder he's pissed off.

- What does that all mean?

- It means we're

not getting paid.

- I'm serious.

- So am I, Jack.

I've got some pretty

big gambling debts.

It's the dice, they call to me.

- Jonathan, focus.

Could we use it to hurt him?

- What the words,

the book, the symbol?

We could try a ritual.

The question is, "Where?"

- The basement.

- The basement's the

door he using to leave.

We need to find the

door he used to come in.

It could be anywhere.

- I think I know where.

- Show me.

- This has to be it.

The reading's are

off the charts.

Trust me, that isn't normal.

- I like it.

We'll perform the ritual here.

No matter what you hear,

no matter what you see,

it's imperative you stay

within the salt circle

till the ritual is complete.

- I'm ready.

- I hope so.

- So, what now?

- Now we wait.

This could take some time.

- Oh, that didn't take long.

What's that?

- Ignore it.

- It sounds like.

- Look, it's a trick, ignore it.

- I have to check.

- Really? Hmm?

What did I just say?

(eerie orchestral music)

(door slams)

(eerie orchestral music)

(gasps)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Jack] Jonathan!

- Jack.

Jack.

Jack, where the hell are you?

Oh, Jesus Christ, Jack!

- We've gotta get out of here.

- No, we have to

complete the ritual.

(growling)

Oh, that doesn't sound friendly.

- Come on, come on.

This is getting really

messed up, I just saw....

- Look, if we don't

complete that ritual,

we're gonna die in

this house tonight.

(creaking)

Oh sh*t, look....

- Use the gun.

- What?

- Shoot her.

- I'm not qualified.

- Shoot her!

(gun fires)

- Oh!

- You got her, it worked.

- Is it dead?

- I don't know.

Can you kill something

that's already dead?

- Oh, it smells.

- Stay here and watch it.

- And do what?

- [Jack] If it

moves, kill it again.

(moans)

(grunts)

- Stop looking at me!

F*** you.

- Look familiar?

The falls?

- What are you doing?

- Are you serious?

We've gotta document this.

- Have you lost

your f***ing mind?

- [Jack] This

changes everything.

- Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

Jack, he seems a bit big.

Jack, he's, oh, he's big.

It's big, it's big,

it's Big Beard.

Come on.

- What?

Go upstairs and

prepare the ritual,

I'll take care of him.

(gun fires)

(growls)

(eerie orchestral music)

(growling)

Oh sh*t!

(creaking)

(crying)

(screams)

(eerie orchestral music)

(screams)

- Oh, come on.

(growls)

- Why don't you help me, Jack?

You could have

saved me from him.

But you helped me die.

(shrieks)

- (Groans) F***, son of a b*tch.

Barnum, you bastard.

I call upon you of

spirits of hell.

Appear in my presence before

this circle of SOGOMA.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

I am the stag of seven tines.

I am the wide

flood on the plain.

I am the wind on

the deep waters.

I am shining tear on the sun.

I am a hawk on the cliff.

I am fair among the flowers.

I am a god who sets the

world afire with smoke.

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