Private Number Page #4

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Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Who's there?!

Who's there?!

What the f***?

F***.

Okay, be strong.

Where... Oh.

Michael! Michael!

Stop it! Stop it!

What are you doing?

It's not in my head.

I thought we were past this.

I saw her.

I saw it again.

A-And something

happened here.

Ah, f***.

And... And... And...

Maybe it's the house.

Maybe it wants to...

I thought we were past this.

Maybe it wants us to leave.

Maybe the Realtor lied to us.

What are you doing?

You know,

something she's not telling us,

you know?

Because you know who lived here?

I don't know who...

Who lived here

before us, and maybe...

Why did they leave, you know?

Why did they have to go?

You are insane!

These people...

These people, these things,

they want us to know.

They want us to know

what's going on.

What are you doing?

Do you know who lived

here before us?

I don't know why they

chose me, but they did,

and...

You drank?

Uh, f***.

You drank?

I'm not gonna

give them the house.

I'm not gonna...

You f***ing drank?

I'm not gonna leave.

That's not what's important.

You're saying you never drank!

That's not what's important!

F***ing a**hole.

Listen to me! Listen.

I'm just trying to protect you.

From what?

The bogeyman

that's trying to get us?

All of the secret messages

that are hidden

in the phone calls?

I've tried everything

I can do to help you.

I'm done.

No. No.

Katherine, I need you

to believe me.

I'll come back to get the rest

of my stuff when you're gone.

No!

Well, I'm sorry, ma'am.

I didn't mean to scare you.

It's okay.

Well, I tried calling,

but it seems you're

not answering your phones.

Sorry about that.

Ah, it's no problem.

We got some information back

on those private calls.

Now, you say

the phone was unplugged,

but it was still ringing?

No, that was a mistake.

Thought that sounded

a little crazy.

Even though what we found

was a little crazy in itself.

What do you mean?

Well, normally we can easily

trace these types of calls,

because all numbers, including

private ones, have a

What was weird was every time we

tried one of your calls,

our systems crashed.

It worked with

every other number we tried,

but yours kept causing

our equipment to fail.

That's weird.

So we called in some tech guys,

and they said the problem is the

trace route was connected to a...

What do they call it?

A null number.

Null number?

Meaning it doesn't exist,

like an empty data set, as if it

appeared out of nowhere.

Well, it had to have

appeared from somewhere.

What is more,

that name your husband gave us,

Valerie, uh...

Valerie Washington.

Yes, yes. Now,

she died four years ago,

victim of some serial killer.

Now, her murder, along with four

others, were never solved.

There are no witnesses,

no leads.

Case is now closed.

I was right.

Mr. Lane.

I didn't see you there.

I was just telling your wife...

About the phone calls

and... and

Valerie Washington.

Did... Did she or any of the other

victims live in this house?

Well, you don't think

she's calling you from beyond?

No, no, no, no.

None of the victims

lived here as far as I know.

Why do you think they chose you?

I ask myself that every day.

Well, even though I'm skeptical

of all sorts

of paranormal activity,

what do I know?

If she calls you again,

maybe you can ask her

who killed her,

move a couple of our cases

to the solved column.

Well, I gotta be getting

back to the station.

Sheriff Stance turned

the matter over to me,

so if anything else comes up,

just give me a call.

What happened with the Sheriff?

His plate is full.

He loves me.

That may have something

to do with it, too.

You folks have a good evening.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

Let's go inside.

Valerie Washington.

Next message.

Haley San-dee.

Haley San-ders.

Next message.

Mary Ann Sanders.

Mary Ann Sanders.

Next message.

Larry Osmand.

Vicki Johnson.

End of messages.

You know, I think

the deputy's onto something.

I found four more names.

And I get the feeling that

they want me to help them,

you know, like they want me to

bring them some justice,

to find the guy that did this.

Why they picked us,

I don't know, but...

Babe, I gotta get some rest.

I can't even keep my eyes open.

Okay. Well, just let me know

if you need anything, okay?

I'll leave you the towel.

Okay, baby.

Baby, you want some...

Baby?

Baby?

Katherine?

What's happening, baby?

Sweetheart?

Give her a couple

of these twice a day.

Plenty of rest.

Usual plenty of fluids and...

Okay, okay, fine,

but what happened?

Because a couple days ago,

she was fine,

and then she was taking her

meds regularly.

I was making sure of that,

and all of a sudden,

this. I didn't...

Look, you never really know

with these kinds of seizures.

You're telling me she

took all her medications?

Absolutely.

No drugs?

No.

Not too much alcohol?

No, no, no.

I'm telling you,

everything was the way

it should be.

My best guess is she might have

some kind of an infection,

and... and she may be fighting it,

and her body...

What kind of infection?

Went into overdrive.

I don't know.

I don't think it's meningitis,

but we could run some tests

to find out later.

But she needs her rest.

And if her temperature goes up

or she has another seizure,

we may need to admit her, okay?

Okay.

But just keep an eye on her.

Okay.

...Larry Osmand,

Vicki Johnson.

Yep, that's the rest of 'em,

at least what I can tell.

What do you mean?

Don't you have the records?

Not here.

Just a single folder

on some basic information.

The name, age, birth date,

a brief description,

and date of death.

No proper files.

How can that be?

Well, newer deputies don't get

access to confidential files.

I only had what's already

on public records.

But you can get access, right?

Only with the

Sheriff's permission,

and he's not gonna grant that.

Look, even if he did

let me see them,

they're confidential.

I can't tell you what's in them.

But I can solve these murders.

Let's not get carried away.

Now Sheriff Stance doesn't want

to go through this anymore,

and... and he

pulled me off.

He's advised me not to have any

more contact with you.

What?

He's afraid you're gonna give

the families false hope.

Now, I could lose my job just by

having this conversation.

Now, I'm sorry, Michael.

I wish there was

more I could do.

And my advice to you,

for what it's worth,

let the past stay that way.

Yeah. They won't let me.

You can run, but you can't hide.

I'm gonna bury

this son of a b*tch.

Good morning, baby

She said it's middle

of the afternoon

I said, "Good morning, baby"

She said it's middle

of the afternoon

You don't quit

your rolling around

I'm gonna leave you soon

She say, "You're out all night

Playing your music till dawn"

She say, "You're out all night

Playing your music till dawn

She say, "When you come home

You're gonna find me gone"

Gone

Long gone

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