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was jealous of dad and me.

As if we weren't allowed

to he happy if she wasn't.

She was terrible

when that mood caught her.

We'd find out later

just hm terrible it could get.

Did you hate your mother?

I don't know...

Probably not, she was my mom.

But I didn't love her.

And your mother is still

locked up, for the tenth year?

YES...

And who told you that?

They bold me when they

put her away, everyone said it!

Then I have no inform you that

your mother was released two years ago.

What! Are you joking?

See for yourself,

it says so right here.

Released...

But where does she live?

It doesnt say, but we can find out

through the Citizens Registry.

I knew it! Then it

was her inside the house!

- Good Lord, why are you up?

- I needed a cigarette.

I just can't be bothered

going outside to smoke.

- No, please don't go outside!

- what do you mean?

Was that you trying

to open the bathroom door?

No, it wasn't me.

You seem upset?

I just had a strange feeling.

Ifs not easy being back, huh?

No. It was probably a bad idea.

Is it the house itself, or the memory?

Wasn't this the kitchen where...

Yes, but it locks

completely different now.

Frankly, I don't remember the house.

I've mentally blocked it out.

- Have you seen your old room?

- No, I'd rather not.

- That makes sense.

- It's actually not so bad...

I can hardly find my way

around here anymore.

- Should we clean up outside?

No, tomorrow, I'm too tired now.

Hey, by the way,

how'd it go with Jakob?

Nothing happened.

He's sweet and kind, but -

- he seems more into

your friend Stina.

Stina? No, that I can't imagine.

If you're interested

you have to make an effort.

I know for sure that

he thinks you're really nice.

Well, we'll see tomorrow.

It's about time you let yourself

off the hook and start enjoying life.

YES...

No, I'm tired, I'll go

upstairs to lie down.

Sweet dreams, then.

See you tomorrow.

Coming?

They could've left the light on!

Don't wake up everybody!

Who left that hag there?

Those are my things!

Strange...

Wait a moment.

Want something no drink?

- Let's split a beer.

- Okay.

What was that?

Where?

Outside the window...

like someone walking...

Probably just a bird.

A bird in the dead of night?

Go have and look!

I can't see anything.

Don't you think it's warm here?

What was that!?

- Wait here.

- I'm not going anywhere!

What's wrong?

Now the light doesn't work.

Can you close the door?

But then I can't see anything.

But it gets so cold.

Okay.

Em

Philip?

It's not funny anymore!

Shop hiding,

it's not funny anymore!

Hi, it's Cissi,

leave a message if you...

F***ing sh*t!

TYPICAL!

What the hell?

What is happening!?

Hello, anyone there?

What the hell is happening!?

I hate you, mommy!

Stow!

She's inside,

I think it's my mom!

Drop the knife!

Knife... what knife?

And your mother,

what's her role in all this?

I... I don't know.

And your cousin and her friends,

Cissi, Stina, Jakob and Philip?

You mean that you...

The problem with your story, Jenny -

- is that they aren't dead...

What? But I saw them die!

I don't know what you saw,

but all four are sitting outside.

They are alive and well.

They are a bit confused,

wondering what happened.

We'll be finished in a moment.

It was your friends who called us...

You were running madly

around the yard in those clothes, -

- holding a big knife.

They tried no reach you,

but you were like in a trance.

Reach me? But they were

all missing until I found them!

All witness accounts,

except yours, add up -

- all the way until

last night after the party.

Last night? But I was

alone in the house yesterday!

Yesterday was Saturday,

and that's when you had the party.

So let me try to sum up...

You are five kids,

partying in an isolated house.

Drinking way boo much booze.

Next morning your friends find you, -

- running around in bloody

clothes, swinging a big knife.

Thankfully, nobody's

been hurt or died.

Only one question remains

before we can go home...

The blood, Jenny,

where does the blood come from?

...Now it feels as if

the dreams are becoming reality.

...Your mother was

released two years ago.

...then it was her

inside the house!

...Did you hate your mother?

Mara:
According co Nordic mythology,

a supernatural, female creature -

- who haunts you at night and

is the cause of all bad dreams.

Hence the word:
Nightmare.

Translation:
Nicolas Barbano

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