(dramatic music)
(banging)
(ball dribbling) (banging)
(kicking)
- Fucking hell, man.
(clinking)
- What are you doing, dude?
Get some bigger fucking stones, man.
(dribbling)
(giggling)
- Kick it here, then.
(kicking) (clattering)
- Whoa, easy! - What're you doing, dickhead?
- No.
- He's worse, no?
- See, that's how you break a window.
(banging)
Go on then.
(ominous music)
Come on, keep crawling.
(foreboding music)
(dripping)
(shuffling)
- See you out this Friday?
- What else to do?
Tommy will be going out, probably end up there.
Where is he, anyway?
Tom?
Well, he's not down-- (crashing)
Fucking hell!
Nearly shit meself!
(giggling)
(ominous music)
(electrical buzzing)
- Can we go home now?
I'm bored.
- Said you would be.
Next time I'll leave you at home by yourself, if you want.
(kicking back and forth)
(ominous music)
(clicking repeatedly) (gasping)
(chuckling)
- Can you help me with this bit?
- What are you doing? (door sliding)
(lock sliding)
- Just a minute, I got this.
Ready?
- Go then.
- Ready?
(ominous music)
(clicking repeatedly)
(giggling)
(all chuckling)
- Do it again.
- See how long you can keep them off for.
- No!
- What, you scared like?
- It's alright.
Just turn right it off and switch it back on.
- Okay.
(ominous music)
(electrical buzzing)
(clicking)
Freddie?
(clicking) (ball drops)
- Where's Michael?
- Very good, where is he?
- What?
Don't look at me, I don't know what you're talking about.
- [Emily] Yeah.
- Okay, let's go again.
- Okay, my turn now.
Now all stand together.
Freddie, stand in the middle.
Now hold each other's hands.
- What?
- Come on, my game now.
- My, you've got little soft hands.
- Fuck off.
(electrical buzzing)
- Ready?
(clicking)
Freddie!
(electrical buzzing) (ominous music)
Tom!
Tom! - What?
- [Emily] Where are they hiding?
- Dunno.
- Come on, Freddie!
Don't have to be a dickhead like Tom.
- Ay!
- You're not catching me out.
Stand behind Grace.
Okay, this time a bit quicker.
Ready?
I'll be too quick for you this time.
(electrical buzzing)
(clicking)
(ominous music)
(squeaking) (buzzing)
Who started this?
It's both of them, isn't it?
Don't lie!
I knew I shouldn't have fucking brought you here!
Alright, you two.
You win!
Ha fucking ha!
They'll come out now.
Come out.
Okay!
If you don't come out now, I'm gonna lock you in here!
(clicking) (music stops)
Grace?
- [Grace] Yeah?
- [Emily] Can you hear them?
- [Grace] No, can you?
Emily?
(switch clicking) (ominous music)
(screeching notes)
Emily?
(electrical buzzing)
(echoing footsteps)
Let me out!
Emily, please!
(muffled echoing voices)
(electrical buzzing)
(sobbing quietly)
(electrical buzzing) (muffled voices)
(clicking) (whimpering)
(clicking)
(electrical buzzing) (clicking)
(dramatic music)
- [Female Electronic Voice] Watch Dust.
Get Dusted.
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(dramatic music)