Insidious Page #2
It's okay. It's okay.
What's this?
An award.
That's today's date. Did you get this today?
Honey, why didn't you tell us?
I know it's hard right now,
but things are going to get better, I promise.
I'm gonna show this to your dad.
It's fantastic.
I'm scared, Mom.
-Scared of what?
-Dalton.
Can I change rooms?
Why would you want to change rooms?
I don't like when he walks around at night.
Something really weird happened
to me today.
What?
I heard this noise coming from Cali's room.
It was on the baby monitor.
It was like voices.
And I ran up here and I had a look,
but there was no one in there.
It was probably just interference.
Those things are always picking up
somebody else's signal.
I don't know. It sounded so clear.
It was like this whispering.
It was... It scared the hell out of me.
I was at the piano,
and I could hear it on the monitor,
and I turned up the volume and...
Who the hell is that?
Hold on.
Stay here.
Who is it?
Jesus.
Hello?
Oh, my God! Josh! Josh! Josh!
Please. Someone's in Cali's room!
Someone's in Cali's room!
There's someone there! I saw somebody!
He was standing right there!
He was standing right there!
-There's nobody here.
-I saw someone!
Okay, take her, get Foster,
go in Dalton's room.
-Foster!
-What's going on?
The alarm's gone off!
God damn it!
Thanks, guys.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Hey, honey. It's me.
They just told me, I've got to...
I'm gonna have to stay late tonight to...
I gotta grade some tests,
and it's gonna be a while so...
You don't have to wait up, okay?
I'll be home as soon as I can. I love you.
Did he respond to any of the new tests?
No. No, he didn't.
But we have to give it time.
I've seen coma patients
with a much longer inactivity time
suddenly start making noises.
He's not in a coma.
They don't know what to call it.
They don't know what to do with him,
so they've just given up.
I feel like the universe is just
trying to see how far I'll bend before I break.
Well, the universe picked a fight
with the wrong chick.
That's okay. I got it.
Thank you.
Okay.
Josh, where are you?
I need you to come home now, please.
It's 10:
30.You've been coming home late
every single night.
In all the years you've worked at the school,
you've never had to do that.
Why all of a sudden
are you staying back late?
You know, I don't like it either.
I was grading tests. I mean...
What choice do I have?
-I've got to pay Dalton's bills.
-Josh.
I'm scared. I'm so scared and...
I'm scared. He's my son, too.
You don't understand. I'm scared for Dalton.
I'm scared of this house.
There's something wrong with this place.
I'm not imagining it. I can feel it.
It's like a sickness.
Ever since we've moved in,
everything's just gone wrong.
You think our house is haunted?
I don't think it. I know it.
Things move around in here by themselves.
I walk into the kitchen at night to get a drink,
I can feel eyes on me.
I can't be in there alone anymore.
I need you. But you're never here.
-Where are you?
-I told you. I was grading tests.
That's not what I mean.
You're not here with me in this situation.
You're just avoiding it,
like everything stressful,
whether it's this or parking tickets.
Oh, God. Stop saying that, okay?
I don't avoid stressful situations.
I'm just dealing with it
in my own f***ing way.
Fine. Deal with this!
Jesus.
Oh, God.
Josh?
Josh.
Renai?
Renai!
-What, what, what? What is it?
-There's someone here.
There's someone in the room!
He was right there, I swear!
Don't you dare not believe me.
Please. Please, believe me.
I swear he was right there.
I do, I do. I do believe you.
I just don't know what you want me to do.
I want to leave. Please.
I want to leave this house.
I can't spend another night here. Please!
-Please, help me!
-Okay, okay, okay.
We're going.
Lorraine, please, you shouldn't be doing
any of this. Just sit down.
I'm perfectly capable
of putting a few things away.
I did it for Josh his whole life.
I know, but I feel terrible.
I think it's you who should be sitting down
by the looks of it.
I can't believe you got Josh to hold still
for a photo.
What I can't believe
is that we are doing this all over again.
Ridiculous.
You must think I'm crazy.
Nobody,
not me or anybody, knows
what you're going through right now.
Whatever you have to do
to get through it, do it.
And you don't have to apologize
for anything.
Thanks.
Dalton?
Your faith can help. Trust it, you know.
-Hello.
-Josh.
This is the first line of a joke, right?
A guy comes home to find his wife
with a priest.
This is Liam Martin.
-Nice to meet you.
-He's actually a very old friend of mine.
-This is my husband, Josh.
-What's going on here?
-I should be going.
-Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Thank you so much for the tea.
This thing from the other house
has followed us here.
I saw something today.
I thought it was a little boy.
I followed it into Dalton's room.
But it wasn't a child. It was something else.
So what?
You just brought a priest in to get rid of it?
I didn't know what else to do, Josh.
Come on, Renal.
When's the last time you went to church?
What's happening to Renai is real.
I've seen it for myself.
I came today because last night
I had a dream about this place.
I was in this house, but it was late at night.
I was afraid.
I went into your bedroom,
but you were both asleep.
I knew I was asleep in the dream,
but I could feel that someone was awake
in the house.
I went into Dalton's room.
There was something in there with him.
It was standing there in the corner.
I asked it, "Who are you?"
And it said it was a visitor.
I said, "What do you want?"
It Said, "Dalton"
I can still hear that voice.
What? What?
-it's here!
-What?
Jesus!
Oh, my God!
Okay. He's okay.
Please! Please, help him! Please!
I know someone who can help
if you're willing to ask.
I'm Specs. This is Tucker.
-I'm Renai. Hi.
-Hi.
-You must be Josh.
-Yeah. Hi.
That wasn't psychic.
Elise already told me your name so...
Where is Elise?
She sent us ahead
to do some preliminary tests.
Helps weed out the nut jobs.
-What is that?
-It's a Trifield meter.
Measures DC fields
and the natural
electromagnetic environment.
Yeah, sometimes old wiring
can leak into the atmosphere.
It causes hallucinations, changes in energy.
It's a little more important than that,
but whatever.
The tech stuff's not really relevant
to you guys anyway.
It's all very relevant, actually.
What?
Starfleet Series One.
It's hard to find.
Should have kept it in its box.
This device measures changes in UV light.
I make all this equipment myself, you know.
It's impressive.
Thanks.
It's not that hard
if you know what you're doing.
Yeah, that one's basically a modified toy.
I'm gonna need some time alone
to concentrate.
This field is...
Look, the body is made up of energy.
-Where does that energy go when we die?
-We can call Elise.
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