(ominous music)
(page rustling)
(floor creaking)
(light dramatic music)
(floor creaking)
(suspenseful music)
(blanket rustling)
- Hello?
- Grace.
(Grace shrieks)
(Mark laughs)
(stutters) Hello?
- It's not funny.
(door creaks)
- Grace!
Dinner!
(plastic rustling)
- Mark.
Mark, I saw something.
(Nana sighs)
- In the name of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit, amen.
(speaking foreign language) (ominous music)
Amen.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Grace, come with me!
Right now, don't slow. - It's not my fault!
(speaking foreign language)
It's not fair!
- You've been acting up since you got here.
(Grace sighs)
And I am sick of it.
Sick.
Now, apologize.
- But Nana.
- Enough.
- Sorry, Nana.
- Not to me, to Jesus.
- No, that's stupid.
- [Nana] Grace.
- I wanna call Mom, I wanna go home.
- Well, you can't.
Your mom left me in charge here.
She's gonna call later, you can tell her all about
what a horrible old witch I am.
But in the meantime, this is my house, my rules,
and when we break them, we do penance.
Now apologize.
- (sighs) I'm sorry, Jesus.
(light dramatic music)
- Good.
Can you try to get along with your brother?
(Grace screams)
(car rattling)
(ominous music)
- What's wrong? (light dramatic music)
If you want people to listen, you have to make them listen.
- How do I do that?
- You could play a trick.
You could teach 'em a real lesson, make 'em pay.
- What do you mean?
- Just come in here.
I'll show you.
(ominous music)
Come on, Grace.
Don't you wanna have some real fun?
(dramatic music)
(door thuds)
- What are you doing?
- [Grace] I wanna go home.
- Aw, does Mom need to change your diaper?
- No, I saw something.
- Your reflection?
- A boy.
Will you come look?
- Oh, I've seen him.
- You have?
- Don't you know the story?
Mom had a little brother.
Well...
She used to.
One day Nana left him home alone when she went to the store.
Mom was supposed to look after him,
but when Nana got back he was gone.
One minute he was there and then (snaps).
Mom said she didn't know what happened.
That he just disappeared.
But there was this deep cut just below her eye
as if someone had dragged his dirty little fingernail
right across her cheek.
You've seen her scar.
- You're lying.
- Come to think of it, Mom doesn't like you much either.
- Shut up.
- Still wanna call Mommy now?
- Shut up! (thudding)
(light dramatic music)
(door thuds)
- Well, you've done it now, Grace.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
- Just come get it over with, you're only making it worse.
(suspenseful music)
(boy giggling)
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
(suspenseful music)
- Wait! (ghostly whispering)
Mark?
(clothes rustling)
Nana?
Nana!
- [Nana] What's wrong?
- It took Mark.
- See, Sweetie?
- Oh, my God, Mark.
I thought...
- Wanna play?
(Mark laughs)
(dramatic music)
- Grace?
Grace!
(door thudding) Grace!
(knocking)
Please open the door!
You're scaring me.
Grace!
(clothes rustling)
(ominous music)
(static buzzing)
(light dramatic music)
- What's wrong?
- [Grace] Leave us alone!
- Why are you so upset?
- Leave us alone!
Leave us alone!
(thunder cracking)
(static buzzing)
(Mark sobbing) (speaking foreign language)
Mark?
- Get away!
Get away!
Get away! (light dramatic music)
(car rattling) (boy laughing)
(suspenseful music)