The Innkeepers Page #3

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one energy in the universe

like uh... droplets of water

in a vast ocean.

The universe has a plan for

each and every one of us.

Now, I want you to ignore what

your conscious mind tells you.

And open yourself up.

Okay?

What is it that you want

from these spirits?

I wanna know if it was Madeline O'Malley

playing the piano downstairs.

And if she really is the spirit

living in this hotel.

Ask again. This time close your

eyes and really concentrate.

Open yourself up.

Really ask and ask it directly.

Are you the spirit

of Madeline O'Malley?

Did you die in this hotel?

Was that you playing the piano?

They aren't able

to say who they are.

They?

There are three of them.

- What do they want?

- The same thing you do.

- What?

- To live.

But they are not alive.

There was a terrible

tragedy in this hotel.

Something about the basement.

A mistake.

It's her. It's Madeline.

That's where they hid her body.

You mustn't go down into the basement.

Why? Is where she's trapped?

Is her spirit trapped in there?

You can't save her.

They tried to warn her.

They tried to help her.

Who's they?

What do they want?

What happened?

I lost contact.

Luke... No towels.

Luke!

Okay.

That's it. I've had enough.

We're going back to dad. Okay?

Drink.

Don't worry about Gozer and her demon

seed leaving. You actually did us a favour.

Claire, you're really freaking me out.

You gotta pull it together,

you're way out into the weeds right now.

It happened to me when I first started

messing around with all this stuff.

You really gotta be careful

about what's going on up here.

You start thinking you're seeing things,

and it might never stop.

Okay, fine. The dream in one thing,

but... what about the piano?

- And what about everything Lee said?

- I listened to that piano tape...

and I don't know what to tell you.

Maybe it's explainable, maybe it isn't.

But it's not worth getting yourself

worked up over. None of this stuff is.

As for the cook upstairs...

Look, Claire...

How many times have you seen

someone on late night TV

talking of their psychic awareness to

an audience full of rubes? Tons, right?

And how many times have you seen

a psychic in the newspaper

solving crimes, or healing

someone without medicine,

or winning a lottery.

Almost never, right?

That's because is all bullshit.

It's Hocus Pocus.

That woman upstairs is just

an insecure old actress.

She's just trying to stay relevant.

It's pathetic.

Okay.

Don't you wanna try to figure out

what's going on here?

Why are you not intrigued by this?

I mean, this could be it.

This could be Madeline trying to make

contact and you just don't even care.

Isn't this supposed to be your deal?

I swear to God, if that b*tch

is back with her kid...

Be cool.

- Can I help you, sir?

- Yes, I'd like a room for the night, please.

- Okay, just one night?

- Yes.

I'd like room 353, please.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

That room is not available right now.

We only have rooms available

on the second floor

because this will be

our last weekend open.

No, I must have room 353.

- Yeah.

- Please.

This is very important to me.

I came a long way.

Sir, all the rooms on the third

floor have been stripped, so...

if you don't mind

putting up some sheets

and sleeping in a room without furniture,

then, I think we can help you out.

That would be fine.

Okay, well, if I could just get a

credit card for the reservation?

I'll pay cash.

Okay, but we usually need a credit

card in cases of any damages...

Take these, please.

Okay.

Let's... go get you some sheets.

Have a nice day.

That's very kind of you

helping me out back here.

Oh, It's no problem. I mean, I figure... pretty

soon this old place will be a parking lot, anyway.

So, if somebody wants a certain room,

who am I to stop him?

It's really no big deal.

Sir?

Oh, thank you.

353 is where I spent my honeymoon.

This old place holds some

special memories for me.

And It's interesting,

come back to a place

feels like you never left.

Almost like you're right at home.

- Don't you think?

- I don't know.

Why don't we take them upstairs?

So, like we said, the rooms have all

been cleaned and stripped, and...

most of the furniture and

linen are in the storage.

But, lucky for you, the owner is too cheap to hire

real movers, so all the beds are still here.

The room may not have quite the

same charm that you remember,

- but at least you'll not sleep on the floor.

- That's alright.

I'm just here for one

last bit of nostalgia.

Okay. Well, here we are.

Room 353.

"Honeymoon Suite".

And if you change your mind and decide that you

wanna move to a room with TV, just let us know.

That won't be necessary.

This is just what I came for.

- Thank you so much.

- Okay, well, enjoy your stay.

If I wanna stay up all night with you,

you gotta get drunk with me.

Cheers.

- How are you feeling?

- Better.

Good. Keep drinking.

That always helps.

- Hi, Lee.

- Hi.

- How was your seminar?

- Very good, thank you.

- How are you two doing?

- Not bad.

- Do you want a beer?

- No, thank you.

Really? I heard you're

a huge drinker.

Well, we all have our moments.

So, Lee, tell me,

how does it all work?

- How does what work?

- You know, being a psychic and all.

Well...

Have you ever been

somewhere new and sworn

- that you've been there before?

- Like a deja vu.

Exactly.

Well, if you've ever experienced

what you call a deja vu,

then you have the same

God-given ability I have.

In fact, we all do.

It's just that...

Sometimes my deja vu's happening

in another direction.

I can experience certain

feelings before they happen.

It's not always clear when or

where they come from.

So I have to be very careful in...

what I choose to share.

Okay.

I'm really tired, so I'm gonna go upstairs

and go to sleep. It's been a long day.

I'll come find you tomorrow

before you leave. Lee.

Don't let the spirits

keep you up all night.

Dude, you don't need to say that.

That was really mean.

Oh, whatever. You said it yourself.

She made you feel like an a**hole.

Besides, everybody needs a taste of

their own medicine once in a while.

- Do you want another one?

- Yeah.

- Alright, are you ready?

- Yeah.

Okay, this is Claire's haunted

re-enactment. Take one.

Interior. Yankee pedophile.

Was that the piano?

What?

Is it playing by itself?

It must be the ghost of Madeline O'Malley

trying to tell me something.

Show yourself, spirit.

I said, show yourself, spirit!

There she is.

Poor, poor, Madeline O'Malley.

Do you think she's prettier than me?

- Honestly?

- Yeah.

She's a little homely for my taste.

I think you're much prettier, Claire.

Thank you.

That's nice of you to say.

In fact, Claire, I think you are

one of the prettiest girls I know.

Who are the others?

My mother, my sister...

and that girl who works

at the Dirty Queen.

- The one with the lazy eye?

- I find laziness very attractive.

- I really like you, Claire.

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