Annie: Steve, uh, upstairs... In the attic when you were gone, I went up there and I... I just... I really need you to go up there and see what I saw. There's a body. Yeah. I mean, I think it's my mother, I think, but I can't tell because the skin's all black and she's all distended but the head is gone. [crying] Will you, please? I just need you to go and see upstairs. Please, Steve. And then there's more. Steve: You mean more than your mother's headless body? Of course there is. [Steve looks in the attic, screams, then returns] Steve: Jesus, fuck! Annie: Okay, there's more. Steve: What the fuck was that? Why didn't you call the police? Annie: The police can't help us. Steve: Who the fuck is that up there? Annie: Do you remember Joan, my friend whose grandson died? She took me to her apartment. Steve: It did look like your mother. Annie: Well, listen. She taught me how to do the seance. I didn't even want to, but she brought her grandson back and I saw it and felt it just like you did with Charlie. Now, look. This is my mother's album. Now look here. See this? See her? That's her. That's Joan. She didn't even mention knowing my mom and I've never met her before, but she approached me. She consoled me. She told me about this seance, and she showed me how. Now look at this. See this symbol? On the necklace my mom gave me. It's her necklace, right? They're both wearing it, and they're wearing it in every photo. And look at that pattern! Did you see up there? This was painted above the body, right? In blood! Steve: You dug up the grave. It was you, wasn't it? Annie: What? Steve: All those nights you were pretending to go to the movies. Annie: You're not even listening! Steve: And then the day the cemetery called, I said, "Oh, I won't tell her because she'd be worried." Annie: Oh, God damn it! Listen to me, Steve! I know you don't trust me and there is nothing I can do about that. But they put a curse on us when we brought Charlie back. We made a pact with something. Something that is in this house. I don't know what it is but it is after Peter. [shows a journal] I watched these pages fill. All of them are Peter! I'm sorry. I don't know what I did. I don't know what I did but Peter is in danger... And I started it. Now if we destroy this book, it will take me too. I tried to burn it. I tried. But my arm caught on fire on its own as if I was linked to it because I am linked to it. I understand this now. Please! If we don't destroy this book... [crying] Peter will... Oh, God. Do you understand? We have to do this. Please, please, please, please. For Peter. I need you to trust me, Steve. It needs to be me. It's my fault. It's my fault. I know it's my fault. Please. Please, I need you to throw it in the fire. Please, I just... I can't do it. I can't. I'm just too fucking scared. But if we don't do it... If we don't do it, it's gonna be Peter, it's gonna be our son. Okay, I know this. I know so. Just, please, please, please, please, please... Steve, please. Please understand, baby. Please, please. Please throw it in the fire. Sweetheart, please. Please take it, take it. You gotta do it. You gotta do it.

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