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and is quickly recovering her language skills..

Victoria maybe repressing the memory

of her experience in the wilderness.

Okay, Victoria. Are you nice

and relax?

Are you feeling sleepy?

I want you to tell me the story again.

Can you tell me the story?

It was long time ago, a lady run away

from hospital for sad people.

She took her baby.

She jumped into the water.

How could you know that story, Victoria?

Did Mama tell you that story?

- She showed me.

- How?

In a dream.

Go on, Victoria.

And you can't tell anyone

where you are?

- Nope.

- That's just bizzare, dude.

Yeah, well. For the girls.

Few breaths away.

- So much deplorable.

- All families are the messed up.

Yeah, but this one messed up,

and it ends it.

I don't even have the chance

to screw them up. They came that way.

- Leave him.

- I can't.

You don't sign up for this, babe.

I can't do that to him.

Mrs. Sensitivity,

- You are in a rock band.

- I was in a rock band, yeah.

Hey, girls.

Hey, come here.

Mama.

No, don't call me that. I'm not your Mom.

I'm Annabel. You can call me that..

or Annie, or whatever you like.

We could..

We could work it out together, right?

Mama.

Handsome?

There are no police reports between 2008 and 2012

that match the patient's story.

And Doctor, there are no psychiatric hospitals

anywhere near Clifton Forge.

- Where were the closest one would be?

- Falls Church, 200 miles from here.

Now this log book, contains records

from St. Kurch's asylum.

Abided to Salt Lake.

That's 5 miles north from here.

But you told me that there are no

mental hospitals in the area.

There aren't.

St. Kurch is shut down in 1878.

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Patient Edith Brennan.

- Annabel?

- Yup?

- Handsome is outside.

- Try to put him there.

But he's crying.

Awesome.

There's no way these kids

are ready for this.

- I know it's tough. It'll get better. I promise.

- I don't know if I can do this, Luke.

I love you, girl.

Someone's here!

What?

Victoria, Lilly?

- No one's here.

- Someone's here. I saw them.

- Wow, wow, honey, honey.

- I saw them.

Give me the hammer. I'll check downstair.

You look after the girls.

Lucas?

Oh my God. Lucas?

Hi, it's Vince with Slap Chop.

I'm really sorry, Annabel.

But they told me he responded well to the tests.

And it's uh, very likely this coma is temporary.

- What happens now?

- I'm afraid I don't follow.

Those girls now without Lucas../ Annabel, the girls

need you. They need security, protectability.

But I'm not prepared for this. I can't

do this alone. This is not my job to do.

Just follow, if you not,

you'll lose custody.

And Lucas will be lucky if he sees

his nieces every second at Thanksgiving.

Well, I checked out. All the doors and windows

are locked. No evidence of intruder. Nothing's stolen.

So.. / So, I imagined it then, yeah?

All right, thank you, bud.

- Maam..

- Richmond's finest..

Okay, guys.

Just you and me for a while.

I don't know how are you feeling

about that. But we got no choice.

- How they've been affected by all of this?

- They are talking to the walls.

What did they say?

Mama.

What's this?

They made that.

They found a doll

in the cabin, Victoria.

Who made the doll?

Mama.

The doll's called Mama?

Or Mama made the doll?

- Mama made the doll.

- And who is Mama?

Are you Mama, Victoria?

This is Dr. Gerald Dreyfuss.

Please leave a message. / i

Dr. Dreyfuss, this is Louise from

Clifton Forge Public Records. / i

I found something that

you would want to see.

You guys okay?

What's so funny?

- Good night.

- No!

Whatever.

Nice butt, Bruce.

Victoria..

Come. Mama...

You guys know what time it is?

I guess you wouldn't. It's late.

It's really really late.

Don't.

- Don't what?

- Don't close the closet.

Why not? What's in the closet?

Nothing.

Okay. It's been an along day. So you guys

should get some sleep. Go to bed.

You want me to leave the door open?

Good night.

Just tell me about it.

- I think someone's coming to visit them.

- Who?

I don't know.

- And you believe that?

- I heard her..

She was.. singing to them,

like a lullaby, or something.

You heard her?

- Definitely a her?

- Yeah.

Sound like this?

Yeah, but it was, it was different.

Her voice was deeper.

Victoria is showing signs.

A dissociative personality disorder.

I think she could taking on the role

of Mama. Literally, becoming her.

It's treatable.

With time and patience.

- Am I safe?

- What? Look, she's 8 years old.

Give me a break.

I found second entry under the name of

that woman. / Edith Brennan?

Not Edith Brennan.

Welcome to isle 17, Doctor.

Every archive has one.

Lost and found of things

people don't wanna find.

Twenty years ago, when they moved

to Clifton Forge cemetery.

Some of the oldest, smallest remains,

were not claimed by the relatives.

They were sent here to be filed.

I'm not a religious person, but I do

believe, there's a place for human remains.

And that's not on the shelf

in a Government building.

Do you believe in ghosts?

I can't say that I do.

When a corpse is left out.

The elements withered. Dessicated..

Twisting it into a distorted figure that's

barely recognizable as a human being.

A ghost is an emotion went out of shape.

Condemned to repeat itself, time and time again.

Until it rights the wrong that was done.

- What's this?

- The wrong.

- Jeff?

- Save my girls.../ i

Go to the cabin.. / i

He seizures. Hold him still.

- Lorazepam. 4 milligrams.

- 4 milligrams of lorazepam.

- Fever?

- No fever, doctor.

You kicked me out of the bed. Checked on

the girls. That as much as I remember. / i

- For I know that you took me..

- I would've managed the job..

- Oh, you drew me a picture.

- It's a raccoon.

Thank you. I do something

for you guys too.

- Here you go. You like it?

- Yeah.

It's cute. So, how was it?

Was it a tunnel? With the light at the end?

Oh yeah, that was good.

Also I stepped into the light.

So, how was it been?

How is the single Mom?

- That's great.

- Yeah?

- They're terrible. They hate me.

- They don't hate you.

So easy for you to say. You're like

the cool uncle. / I am the cool uncle.

What?

What is it, Annie?

Just get well soon, so you can come home,

and clean their mess, please?

- You sure about this?

- Yeah.

You okay?

What are you doing in here?

Here, I'll help.

- What is it?

- I don't want you to get hurt.

What do you mean? I'm fine.

Nothing bad is gonna happened.

- You can't do that.

- Why?

She gets jealous.

Hey, wait!

What's wrong with you?

- Hello.

- Hey, Jean.

How can I help?

It's my day.

- Are you sure. I thought that was Thursday.

- It is Thursday.

- Sorry about the mess.

- Children make mess. It's how it works.

- How are they?

- Adorsey. You want coffee?

Thank you.

Oh my God. What is this?

- I know, they're wild sometimes.

- It's not an excuse.

Hey, now. They're bruises.

Kids get bruise.

- This bruise?

- It's not like that.

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