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What are you doing?

Oh, um, movie tickets.

You have your own computer for that.

So, you wanna come out with us tonight?

No, I've got stuff to do.

Yeah, stuff.

So, what is that you were looking

at on your computer?

It looked kind of creepy.

It's for a class.

What class?

You know what, Jess,

you need to get off my back, all right.

It's none of your business.

What is going on with you lately?

First you're really sick,

and now you're acting really strange.

I mean, I can't figure you out anymore.

And have you smelled yourself lately?

You reek.

Even the couch stinks.

What's wrong?

Talk to me.

Take a hint.

I don't need your help.

God, you got me into this crap anyway.

The last thing I need for

you to do is make it worse.

Got you into this?

What are you talking about?

Look, I'm sorry.

It'll be over by tomorrow.

And if it isn't?

It will.

And you're gonna tell me

what's been going on?

Okay, I'm gonna hold you to that.

I know what you want me to do.

I wanna do it desperately.

I hope you choke on it.

You can't have my friends too.

You greedy f***.

You're supposed to be at

the bottom of the f***ing lake.

All good girls want to die.

No.

Can somebody help me, please?

All good girls want to die.

All good girls want to die.

All good girls want to die.

All good girls want to die.

All good girls want to die.

All good girls want to die.

All good girls want to die

All good girls want to die

All good girls want to die

All good girls want to die

All good girls want to die

All good girls want to die

You okay?

Did we not see something?

Did I just let this happen?

She was my best friend.

Hey.

This isn't your fault.

She said it was.

I should have just called her parents.

No, no, no.

Look, look, it wouldn't

have done a thing, okay.

Whatever was wrong with

her, she hid from us.

And she probably hid it from them too.

I thought they took all of her stuff.

I guess they forgot it.

It's ours again, I suppose.

What you doing?

I wish I could cut the damn thing down.

Hey, look, let's

go watch something funny.

I don't feel like laughing.

Well, then let's watch

someone else laugh.

Barking out of the dugout on that call.

He wanted...

I think I'm going to bed.

You okay?

I just need to shut off

for a little while.

All right.

Cole?

All good boys want to die.

All good girls want to die.

All good girls want to die.

Cole?

Oh God, Cole.

Cole.

Cole, Cole, please.

Please, look at me, Cole.

Thank God.

You too?

What the hell is that thing?

I don't know, but it

came out of the box.

Samantha's music box?

Yeah, look, I know how it sounds,

but I saw it.

F***, I was attacked by something

that I don't even believe in.

Okay, it was like a

f***ing demon or something.

What, you think this

happened to Samantha?

Look, whatever it is,

we have to destroy it

before we end up like her.

So we're in agreement?

Whatever that thing was, it killed Sam.

Yeah, it almost did the same to us.

I'm sorry, Sam.

Good riddance.

All good boys want to die.

All good boys want to die.

All good boys want to die.

All good boys want to die.

All good boys want to die.

Cole?

All good boys want to die.

All good boys want to die.

What the f***, I'm on fire.

What?

What's wrong?

Show me.

My stomach!

It feels like it's on fire.

Get it out.

What?

Get the f***ing box out of the fire.

Ow f***.

Are you okay?

I guess.

I don't know.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

Yeah, no, I understand.

I completely understand.

Yeah, I hope the new guy

works out for you.

Yeah, Jess and I are both still sick.

Nasty little thing.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, well, thanks.

All right, have a good one.

Well, I was just fired.

We knew that was coming.

But I think I found someone

who can help.

Just don't tell me

it's one of those f***in' ghost hunters.

A Dr. Harris.

She teaches, actually,

at the university.

She looks legit.

And she's close.

It's either this or a priest.

For god's sake, fine.

Go with the PhD.

Thank you for coming

so quickly, Dr. Harris.

Quite welcome.

Your query at the very

least peaked our interest.

Yeah, honestly,

I'm not really comfortable

with any of this.

I mean, do we really need the cameras?

Yes.

I don't like to miss important details.

And if this is what you claim it to be,

then you don't want me to either.

If?

You don't believe us?

We are open to the fact

that you two might be telling the truth.

However, we're equally open

to the fact that you might

be delusional, poisoned,

brain damaged, ill, impaired, psychotic,

chemically imbalanced, drug induced,

and there's my least favorite,

and unfortunately the more

common, just full of sh*t.

Full of sh*t?

What, are you f***in' serious?

Does this look full of sh*t?

Huh, does this look

f***in' full of sh*t?

And she has twice as many.

Cole.

That is quite the sight.

But experience has taught

me to be skeptical.

And in a haunting,

I prefer to place the burden

of proof with the victims.

Besides, a lot of people

just want attention.

Hey, we don't want your

f***in' attention, all right.

Do you see this place?

Our lives were just wrecked.

And there are the daydreams.

Daydreams?

Yeah, we fantasize

about killing ourselves.

Which is why I think

that it killed Samantha.

And you have my condolences, sincerely.

Where have you seen the entity?

Everywhere.

So, the haunting is not

bound in one particular area.

Interesting.

When do you believe so started?

I think it started when I got

the music box for Samantha.

And how long ago was that?

A few weeks now.

Of course, we didn't

start seeing it until after.

You know, after she killed herself.

But I think this thing was

haunting her from the get-go.

So the timeline is just a few weeks.

That's an incredibly short

period of time for a haunting.

So, where is it now?

It's usually in Samantha's room.

Usually.

May I examine it?

I'm surprised something so

holy-looking could be so evil.

I'm afraid I suspect

that is precisely the idea.

Ted, zoom in here, please.

Very sneaky.

You see that?

It's upside down.

This is sacrilege.

An insult to God.

What you have here is a devil's box.

Wait, a devil's box?

Sacrilege?

Wait, are you saying all of this sh*t

is because of a misprint on the cross?

Something like this

wouldn't be an accident.

Some people pervert holy images

in an attempt to attract evil spirits.

And sometimes something worse.

This thing is definitely

something worse.

Good news.

You definitely have my attention.

So, what do you think?

Full of sh*t, delusional?

I'm very delighted neither.

I think they'll be a nice addition

to my chapter on haunted items.

So, how do you want it covered?

Standard setup?

That's fine.

But I want you to put

a few cameras around the box.

Get different readings.

Perhaps we'll get lucky.

Yeah, great idea.

Have them sign releases, and

get photos of the bruises.

On it.

Ted.

Call me optimistic, but I think

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