(heavy metal music)
(female laughing)
- [Jennifer] You sure they're all gone?
- [Monica] Yeah, think so.
Uh-uh-uh-uh.
Quieter is better.
- But not nearly as much fun.
(door opening)
- What're you doing?
Why are you here? - [Gina] Stop, stop,
let go of me!
- [Michael] Why?
(metal slamming)
(metal clinking)
(suspenseful music)
- [Gina] Huh.
He's still alive.
(buzzing)
- He just spoke to Shane.
That means they probably know we're here.
- Okay, so we should leave, right?
- Are you stupid?
It means we have to get the book.
Fast!
Go!
Gina, you take the upstairs.
I hate to have to do this
to such a tasty butterscotch like you,
but you really shouldn't have taken Shane's side.
- You burned his house, you psycho bitch.
You killed his sister.
- Then you really shouldn't have taken Shane's side.
(thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(glass shattering)
Everyone said this place was haunted.
(electricity buzzing)
(rock music)
(electricity buzzing)
- There you go!
I'm getting what I came for!
- [Jennifer] What's happening?
- Stop being such a little girl, Jennifer.
It's just ghosts.
(glass shattering) (screaming)
Jesus, I need knew friends.
- Come on, a little help?
At least you could open the damn door.
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
(wood splintering)
- I hate that I owe you for that.
(rock music)
- Got it!
Fight it, ghost house!
Jesus, Jennifer, woman up!
We win!
(screams)
(grunts painfully)
(laughs)
Gina!
Move your ass!
We have to go!
- What about him?
- Screw him.
He tried to kill me.
Get the gas can and douse the rug.
Do it!
(metal music)
Wanna know a little secret?
That fire that Shane's sister died in,
that was an accident.
I just took the credit for it.
He's already toast.
(dramatic crashing music)
- What did you do to Michael, bitch?
- Back up, or I'll drop this,
and Morganville's local rock star goes up
like a homecoming bonfire.
- I swear to God, I'll kill you.
- Try it.
- What do you want?
- Maybe I just like a good fire.
- No.
You trashed my room at the dorm.
You took my bag at the lab.
Now, you're looking for something, here.
- Wow, you really are smart.
- That?
It's not like you read Latin, Monica.
You can barely read English.
Why would you want it?
- None of your business.
Now, back off, or I swear-- - [Eve] Let them go.
- But it has to be important if she--
- [Eve] I don't give a crap!
Just let them have the stupid book.
- Who are you working for?
Just tell me that much, at least.
- You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Adios, bitches.
No, you stupid!
(suspenseful music)
(lighter clinking)
(air whooshing)
- Enough!
(unintelligible yelling)
- [Jennifer] Let's go!
Come on!
- I'll get the fire extinguisher!
- Get Michael out of here!
(electronic sizzling)
- His arm's dissolving!
Pull him back inside!
Come on!
(grunting)
- What the hell was that?
Are you some kind of vampire?
- Hell no, I'm not a vampire.
Why would you say that?
A bleeding head wound doesn't clue you in?
- Then what are you?
- Bro, what the hell happened?
- Don't "bro" me.
Okay, we tried to get you outside, and then you--
- You did what?
I was gonna tell you.
- Tell us what?
That you're not normal?
That was pretty obvious when your arm dissolved.
- I'm dead.
- You can't be dead.
You're right here, solid.
- Oh, I'm dead.
Six months.
This is a Founder house, and that means it has power.
I think it saved me, like,
it ejected an intruder.
I can't leave the house.
- You're a ghost.
- Yeah.
That's probably the best word for it.
- Wait, you can leave the house.
You're gone sometimes during the day.
- You ever see me during the daytime?
And I know you started to wonder.
You checked my heartbeat.
- How did you die, exactly?
- A vampire got in the house.
(dramatic whooshing)
I didn't know him.
He was new in town, or I'd have known better.
(yelling)
(monstrous roaring)
- A vampire?
A vampire drained you?
Now, you're whatever this is.
- Shane, wait.
- Just let him go.
He's got a thing about vampires, you know.
You're dead, but not a blood-sucking fiend?
- No.
He was trying to make me a vampire, but it didn't take.
(dramatic music)
(flesh sloshing)
I'm not human, not alive,
not dead, not a vampire.
I'm just trapped.
- Jesus, Michael.
- Schrodinger's cat.
- Not afraid?
- Of you, rock star?
Never.
- They trashed our rooms, by the way.
Lucky she didn't torch the place.
Silver lining, huh?
- About Michael--
- That's not Michael.
- Think about what happened to him.
He must feel so alone, right now.
- He is alone.
- There's this thing in physics called Schrodinger's cat.
It's a cat that's sealed in a box with poison,
and until you open the box, the cat's not alive,
and the cat's not dead.
It's both.
Or neither.
- Physics is a bag of crazy.
- Michael is Schrodinger's cat.
It's awful for him, don't you see that?
That's why he wasn't there for us tonight.
He needs you.
We all need you, right now.
- So, the cat's not dead or alive, right?
Well, that's not how this town works.
It's us, or it's them.
You have to be one or the other.
- Which one am I?
- Us.
I mean, you're definitely us.
- Good.
That's good.
(stairs squeaking)
Us.
(heavy metal music)
(creepy music)