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If you're asking me
if I believe in ghosts,
then the answer is,
I don't know.
What if I told you there's
other people seeing him.
Would you believe me then?
Found this on the internet.
This is what you've been seeing?
And what other people
have been seeing.
I'm certain these visions
are quite terrifying.
My immediate concern is the
effect they're having on you.
Why you think this man
wants you to kill yourself.
Because that's what he does.
Father?
The office told me
I could find you here.
Can we talk?
Sure, Maggie.
How are you?
It's been hard.
I can't even begin to imagine.
Well I guess you heard they're
not filing charges in the crash.
No. I hadn't heard.
Well they're not. So that
means my daughter's dead,
and no one's being
punished for it.
I'm sorry, Maggie.
Is that what you came
to talk about?
I understand that Cassie Stevens
is a student at this school.
Can you help me find her?
I don't see how that's
gonna help things.
Well it will.
That girl has put
me through hell.
Katie was all that I had, and that
girl took her from me.
I want her to know, that
I wish she died instead.
...hard alcohol anymore, I had too many
bad experiences since junior high...
-Since junior high?
-Yeah.
Are you serious?
How old were you?
I'm only on beer now.
Hey. Can I ask
you a favor?
Hey, I thought you said she
wasn't your girlfriend, Mahoney.
Yeah, what's up with that?
She's not.
Hey, whatever, man.
It's cool.
What's up?
Sorry. It's just...
there's this guy I'm supposed to
meet after school, and I was
hoping you would come along with
me and kind of, make sure
everything's safe.
-Who is it?
-Just some guy.
So you want J here to come
along as your bodyguard?
Yeah.
Well ain't that sweet.
Justin, the bodyguard.
Will you carry my books for me,
Justin?
Will you wipe my ass for me,
Justin?
Will you kiss my ass for me,
Daryl?
Only if you wipe it.
Will you do it?
-You said it was after school?
-Yeah.
Don't we have practice?
Since when did that stop you?
Yeah, we'll just tell coach
that you're busy,
being a bodyguard.
Doing your good
deed for the day.
Never mind.
Will you do it?
J, the bodyguard.
Just drop it.
Hey. Your name Cassie?
Yeah?
I'm Kyle Martin.
Hop in.
So it was right
after the accident?
That's when it all started?
Yeah. Like a couple days later.
Never try to kill yourself
or nothing before that?
Mine started about six
months ago.
OD'd on some bad smack.
Been clean ever since.
What makes you
think it's a demon?
Cause it's bad.
Real bad.
The stuff it puts in your head,
and makes you see.
-What kind of stuff?
-Scariest stuff you'll ever see.
I've been having nightmares.
That's how it starts. The thing's
gaining its influence on you.
There been any accidents yet?
Like what?
-People you know getting killed.
-No.
Good. But it'll happen.
The thing goes after anyone
who tries to help you.
You had people die?
-Is it close yet?
-What do you mean?
How far away is
it when you see it?
I don't know.
Like across the room.
Good, then.
You're still good.
But it'll get closer, and that's
when you need to worry.
Why?
Cause you'll feel it in your head
like a siren going off day and night.
The thing just keep ripping
at your thoughts.
I only found one
way to turn it off.
This sometimes works too.
You twist, and the pain gives your
brain something else to focus on.
I'm freaking you out
by all of this, aren't?
Kinda.
Well get used to it.
Cause the folks who
couldn't turn it off,
they're the ones that
killed themselves.
Doug.
I was hoping I'd catch you.
What is it?
About our conversation
the other day.
Perhaps I was a bit, abrupt.
About the church's
teachings about demons?
Yes.
No. No, you were fine.
And the truth is, you're
probably right.
I've been giving it a lot of thought
since Katie Dunne's funeral, and,
I've been having a rough time with
some of the church's teachings.
With regards to demons?
With regards to everything.
Would you like to talk about it?
I wouldn't even
know where to begin.
Maggie Dunne stopped
by earlier today.
She was so angry,
and full of hate.
And the more I tried to talk to
her about God's mercy, and how
her daughter's
in a better place,
the more it struck me.
I don't know
if I believe that anymore.
Be right back.
I'm gonna go check on Cass.
Girl, come dance with us.
I'm not in the mood.
Snap out of it. You've been
in this funk all night.
Have a shot Cass.
It'll take the edge off.
That's more like it.
Come dance with us.
Hey.
Hey, he's here.
Cassie?
Cassie, wait up.
Leave me alone!
Cassie?
Cassie, are you okay?
He's the one!
He's the one who's doing this!
Come on you guys,
let's get her home.
Get out!
Just get out!
Is this what you wanted?
Cassie?
Cassie!
Cassie.
Cassie. Now.
That's it. You're safe now.
You're in my office.
You're safe.
That's it, shake it off.
Do you remember
that night now?
The night you tried
to kill yourself.
He was there.
And everyone was dead.
What about your friends?
Were they there?
They were dead too.
This is a place you've
been too, isn't it?
A rave party, I believe
they're called.
Are you familiar with a
drug called ecstasy?
I believe they're popular
at these parties.
I've heard of it?
Have you ever taken it?
Sometimes.
You're not gonna tell
my parents, are you?
They're very worried
about you, Cassie.
They care for you deeply.
No they don't.
They only care about themselves.
Perhaps they have a
difficult time showing it,
but I assure you, they do care.
Cassie, is there
something wrong?
You don't hear that?
What are you hearing?
It's like a buzz.
He's coming.
What is it, Cassie?
What just happened?
He was here.
He was standing
right behind you.
I assure you,
there was no one here but us.
No. He was here. He
knows about you now.
Hey. How ya feeling?
Okay, I guess.
Can I come in?
Aren't you afraid your buddies
will see you talking to me?
Right now I could
really care less.
Brought you these.
Notes from class. Didn't know
how long you'd be in here.
Thanks.
So... What are you doing here?
I don't know.
Just seeing how you're doing.
Crappy.
Can I ask you something,
Cass?
I guess.
It's okay if you don't
want to answer.
You wanna know why
I tried to kill myself.
I saw your parents at church.
They told me about it.
About Scotty.
So that's the real
reason why you came?
-My mom put you up to this?
-No.
No, I came... I came because
an old friend tried to kill herself.
And it made me realize what
a complete dick I've been.
I'm so sorry, Cass.
I'm scared, Justin.
I don't know what's
happening to me.
Hey, father. You
got a couple seconds?
I need to talk to you
about Cassie Stevens.
Yeah, sure, Justin.
How is she?
I've known Cassie my whole life,
and I've never seen her this scared.
She's had these visions
ever since her accident?
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