The Unfolding Page #4

Have you got him?

- Are you okay?

- Harvey, are you with us?

- Is he all right?

- I'm fine.

- Yeah, I think he's okay.

- I'm fine!

He's okay.

Right, I'm going to get water.

I'm fine.

You were thrown ten feet right across

the room in front of my very eyes.

In 20 years of research, I've never

seen anything like that before.

Now are you convinced we should leave?

It felt like a bang, right in my ribs.

I can't even explain it.

Good gracious!

- Not again!

- Where's Rose?

Professor, where's Rose?

Rose!

You all right?

Mind the steps.

Rosie!

I'll take up here, you go downstairs.

Professor, she's down here.

- Where is she?

- She's down there in the corner.

Take this.

Is she okay?

Oh, there's this oppression.

Oh, he's hurting her.

And he won't stop.

Who's hurting her, Rose? Who?

- Rosie.

- Tam, is that you?

Oh!

I feel a thousand years old.

What's that in your hand?

Fifteen Minute alert. If launched,

they cannot be recalled,

and will strike their targets

in roughly 30 minutes.

World nuclear war is now

a real possibility.

How's Rose?

She's okay. She's sleeping.

Tam!

I've spoken to Muriel and luckily

she's agreed to come at once.

I'm going to collect her.

I'll be back first thing in the morning.

Should Rose go with you?

No. I want Muriel

to evaluate her situation.

I think she really needs

Muriel's special sensitivity.

You look after yourselves, all right?

Strange as it may seem,

considering what's going on out there,

this might be the safest place for you.

What does it mean, Harvey?

So this, er...

This Muriel.

You've never mentioned her before.

Muriel Roy.

I've never met her before.

I've heard stories about her.

She and the Professor, they work

together in certain situations.

Situations? What's...

When things get serious, Harvey.

Mind the step. Okay, here we are.

Okay, Muriel, Harvey is here.

And Tam.

What is it?

Ssh! Ssh!

That's the basement.

Careful.

All right?

Yes.

The feeling in this place is so wrong.

There's so much pain.

So much loss.

- There's a chair for you here, Muriel.

- Thank you.

- All right?

- Yeah.

There was a man on the stairs

as soon as I came in. I saw him there.

- Is that all?

- Oh... no.

There are pockets of energy

all over the basement.

Vibrations.

There seem to be spirits trapped, but

unable to move on from where they died.

There are so many.

I've never known anything like it.

What about a spirit board?

Could we use one to contact them?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Muriel?

Well...

Using a spirit board's not unlike

posting a sign to your door

that reads "anyone welcome".

I wouldn't recommend its use here,

not in this house.

Why?

Sooner or later,

something really bad's going

to enter, something with bad intention.

Believe me, it isn't as easy to get rid

of them as it is to invite them in.

Muriel, is it okay if

I film the sitting?

Yes.

Lucia.

No, wait. It's more like...

Luca...

Lu...

Lu... Lucasta.

Lucasta.

Her name keeps coming again and again.

Oh, my! Her agitation's increasing.

I'm awakening her recollection.

I can see bare walls

and a bare room.

And an overwhelming sense

of being trapped.

Oh, my darling you should not be here.

Oh, you poor thing.

I'm feeling pain here.

No!

- You all right?

- Oh, yes. Yeah.

Oh, that's quite enough of that.

Oh!

It is unusual for an entity to

reveal itself and give so much

information so quickly.

The story you're describing does bear

more than a passing resemblance

to one associated to

the history of this house.

The girl could well be, er...

Lucasta Norcliffe.

She was orphaned at the age

of nine and adopted by her uncle.

Legend has it that he abused her and...

I'm sorry. I'm finding this

rather difficult to talk about.

It's all right, Phillip. It's more

than just a story now, isn't it?

Yes.

Of course. Thank you.

He abused her sexually

and kept her locked away in one

of the rooms in this house.

For many years, Phillip?

Until her death at 18 years of age.

The poor, poor girl.

If it is indeed Lucasta's story,

then I'm afraid it's far worse than

any of us could possibly imagine.

You see, she gave birth to

several stillborn children.

Christ!

Although two babies did live,

they were...

They were murdered.

They were murdered and burnt.

That's What I heard, Tam. I heard them.

Lucasta eventually died in childbirth.

Professor, why haven't you

told any of this to us before?

This house dates back from

the 14th century, Tam.

There are many stories

spanning many generations.

This was just one of them, albeit

a particularly tragic and horrible one.

Until Muriel here mentioned the name

Lucasta, well, I simply had no idea.

When I enter a place, I go back in time,

peel back the layers, the layers of

the psychic history of the house.

When things occur,

they're occurring all the time,

in every place, in every building.

They're usually the result

of some emotional event.

And this girl, Lucasta,

is she, er...

Well, I'm afraid the world she inhabits

is a dark and gloomy one.

And she's trapped.

Can I ask you something, Rose?

Have you seen her?

I saw somebody.

What did she look like?

I only saw her

for three or four seconds.

It was more an outline

than the whole of her.

I couldn't see her face.

I think she's been trying to

contact you since you arrived.

She's adrift.

You see, what she sees in you is you

display some degree of

illumination in the next level,

the level which she inhabits.

What she saw in you was a light

in the darkness or

the fact that help was

available and so it was.

It's time to help her.

Okay? Okay?

This ring, is it yours?

No, I found it.

But I think it was hers.

Yeah.

I think it is too.

It's the same as before.

What do you think, Professor?

Whatever is happening here, Tam,

there is no doubt the effect

seems to be increasing.

I just hope Muriel can deal with this.

But, frankly, I'm worried.

This is a tainted place, Phillip.

Tell me more.

The spiritual agonies of that poor girl

must have been too much to bear.

Locked in that room, her babies gone,

probably murdered,

without the comfort

of a Christian burial.

In those times, with nothing said,

without God to take them away,

their chances of going to heaven gone.

Look, you really don't have to do this.

- No, Phillip.

- In fact, I urge you not to.

It has to be done tonight.

I'd like all here to remain still.

Let's try and think of Lucasta as

a person who's been lost for many years,

trapped between these Worlds.

Who's about to take

a big step in her life

and be free for the

first time in a long time.

I'm going to put a proposition to her.

And ask her if she's ready

to come on a journey.

I'm going to create an energy

that she can move in.

I can see a brook.

There's a brook.

And there's a bridge coming into view.

She can see it too.

She's crossing the bridge too.

Wait!

Are you going to be okay?

Are you going to be safe?

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