- This is our street,
and something really weird is in the air.
You don't know what, but something.
It's beautiful.
It almost looks like...mist
or ash, something.
It almost seems like snow.
So cool.
- ♪ Burning papers into ashes ♪
♪ What a season ♪
♪ How they fly high ♪
♪ From the ground up ♪
♪ There is yet ♪
♪ Another fountain ♪
♪ Flowing over ♪
- ♪ As the night falls ♪
♪ Keep dreaming away ♪
- Hey--hey, Mom. Hey--hey, Dad.
We decided to make a video diary for you
while you're away, so just get well soon, please,
'cause we don't like being alone.
Why do the eggs look bubbly?
- Because eggs bubble when you cook them.
- They do? - Dude.
Gordon Ramsay would not be proud of you.
- Whoa, so messy. - Iris' room
must be way more messy. - Lucas won't clean his room.
He won't do it. - Hold on.
Focus better. - Here's his baby doll.
- It's not a baby doll.
- Raggedy Andy, the little baby.
Stop!
Curse!
Curse for life!
Demons will be down upon you, and you will die!
Die!
Hi, Fran and Vincente.
- Hi, guys. - How are you?
- We're good. We're good. What are you guys up to?
- Making a video diary for Mom and Dad.
You guys wanna say hi?
- Hey, Gretchen. How you doing? - Hey, Gretchen.
Are you guys all right?
- Oh, yeah, yeah. We're good.
You kids come by anytime. - Drop by, guys.
- Love you guys. - Bye.
- Yeah, stay safe out there.
- We will.
- Okay, so for some reason,
Lucas insisted on going barefoot.
- Yeah, 'cause shoes suck.
- But anyways, we're sneaking into Brenda and Jay's.
We're going to use their pool,
their crystal clean pool,
which Lucas promises not to pee in.
- Hey! I would never pee in their pool.
- You would, and you have.
- Well, I mean, maybe a little.
- All right, ready?
- I'm ready. - Okay, 1, 2, 3, go!
- ♪ You could possibly wear ♪
♪ Mess it up ♪
♪ Time is up ♪
- Hey, guys.
My face is really crooked.
Um...
It's been, like, a day and a half
since you guys have responded,
but it says you're opening our messages.
So if you could just send a response
to me and Lucas, that'd be really nice.
Love you. Bye.
- What the fuck?
What the fuck did you do, Lucas?
Jesus Christ.
So why'd you do that last night?
- Why'd I do what?
- Can you sit down? - Yeah.
Why are you recording me?
- I'm trying to get your confession tape, Lucas.
- What confession tape?
- Why'd you leave all the stuff
in the middle of the hallway?
- What stuff?
- So despite your son being a dick,
trying to freak me out, I'm still being a good sister
and making him practice his piano.
And later, we're going out for some exercise.
We're going to Chinatown.
Action.
- Hi, I'm Dad, and I'm a famous TV director.
I'm superstitious about this hat,
and the hat is, like, so important
because everything will go wrong
if I don't use it on set.
- The blue one's the lucky hat, dumbass.
- Better go get the blue one, then!
- Take off Dad's lucky hat.
- No.
- Take it off. - No.
- Dude, that's his special hat.
Take it off. - No.
Hey, you want my movie to fall apart?
- I don't, but I also don't want you
to lose it and mess it up for Dad.
Wow, okay.
- Where do you think you're going with that?
- Bringing the hat back to its rightful home.
- Now the movie's gonna be cursed,
thanks to you.
- Bye-bye.
- And that's all I know.
- Iris, why are you recording?
- The mysterious disease that has already...
- I already told you why I'm recording.
- Killed over 2,000 people in Los Angeles County alone...
- No, you didn't. - Yes, I did.
I have to record it. It's history.
- I know it's history, but why record it?
- Dude, what is your problem?
- I don't have a problem.
I'm just asking you a simple question.
- Okay, can you shut up now?
- I would, but you're being super annoying,
making me listen to the news all day.
- I'm being annoying?
- Yeah. - Okay.
- Are nothing but a theater being performed
by the devil seeking to get his due.
- Get up, dickhead.
Wake up, freak.
Why'd you do it?
- What did I do? - Come on.
Why'd you record me sleeping in the middle of the night?
- No, I didn't.
- Dude. The severed fingers?
The knife?
How'd you do that?
Admit it, or I'm gonna tell Mom.
- I didn't.
What do I have to admit?
- The video's on my camera roll, Lucas.
- Go back to sleep.
- I'm so done.
♪ Om ♪
- We need more nurses at the hospital.
The nurses are working hard.
The nurses are working short.
- Stop playing the news. It's getting very annoying.
- Or you could stop being mean and complaining.
- Why do you keep playing the news?
- 'Cause I feel like playing the news.
- Seriously. Stop.
- Go in the other room and annoy the cat
if you don't want to hear the news, Lucas.
- The stench and taste of death
in their mouth. - Leave me alone.
Hi.
Iris is showing me or...
interrupting everything I do with the news.
And all the time, it's just nothing
but people dying and people sick and--
What?
Iris?
What?
Iris! Where are you?
- What?
Why'd you turn your lights off?
- The lights--
- Well, why don't you just click the--
- I don't know what's going on. The lights turned off.
- You turned off your lights.
- What? No, I didn't.
- How else-- that's not possible.
- Go check the video. Go check the video.
- Fine, I will check the video. - Yeah, it has all the proof.
- I know what you're doing.
- I'm not doing anything. - I know what you're doing.
Okay, all around the house,
something's going on with the lights.
Not going off, like in the video Lucas forwarded.
But there's a weird flickering happening,
like a candle or something.
I tried to tell Lucas it was probably just electrical.
But he doesn't believe a word I say.
And now, after being a royal dick to me
for the last three days,
he's acting like a helpless little lamb
and begging me to be with him at all times.
As if the lights flickering, they're gonna kill him.
So we go over to our neighbors to ask if they can come over
and give him some adult-style comfort.
But they're not home.
And now here we are, and it's happening in your office too,
which, by itself, I wouldn't find very creepy,
but, Dad, I have to ask.
What the hell is the closet creeper?
I'm hoping he's a character idea for one of your movies
and you didn't really write this.
All right, time to say good night to Mom and Dad.
- Good night, Mom and Dad.
- Anything else you want to say before I leave?
You could say, "I love you." - I love you.
- Okay, I'm gonna go to bed.
Good night. - Wait, wait, wait.
Can you stay with me, please, please?
- Lucas, I already told you I'm not sleeping
in the bed with you.
You just have to be a big boy.
- How am I supposed to be a big boy?
That makes me sound younger than I am.
Seriously, it's not how old I am or how not-old I am.
I'm actually scared. You're scared sometimes, right?
- Should I close your curtains or something?
- No. That's not gonna change anything, please.
- Dude, I'm going to bed.
- I'm begging you.
Why is it so hard just to stay with me?
- Because I don't want to.
- Iris, if you leave, that's really mean
and jerky of you.
- Mean and jerky of me?
- Yeah.
- Okay, sweet dreams.
- All right, see you later, jerk.
- You don't even know what mean and jerky is, Lucas.
- Jerk, jerk--you're a jerk!
- Punk-ass.
- This is my noisemaker.
I can't sleep without it.
And there's Brodie.
♪ How'd I find myself in this mess ♪
♪ I'm so stressed, I'm upset ♪
♪ You know best, unbelievable ♪
♪ Don't wanna see me fall, see me fall ♪
Iris?
- ♪ How'd I find myself in this mess ♪
- Oh, hi, Lucas.
- ♪ I'm so stressed, I'm upset ♪
♪ You know best, unbelievable ♪
- Hi, Lucas.
- Can I come in?
- I thought I was a mean jerk.
- Well...
now you are, if you're not letting me come in.
Bye, Lucas.
- Okay, you are being a jerk now.
Bye. - Adios.
- Iris keeps on locking me out of her room because she--
there's a bunch of creepy things
happening right now, and she--
and I think it's ghosts, but she doesn't believe me,
and she thinks it's me and I'm playing a prank on her,
which I'm not, and...yeah.
- One, two, ready, go.
So I went into your drawer
to find a needle and thread,
and I found this.
Are we really in danger of losing our house?
- ♪ Day go by ♪
♪ Daybreak, can't wait for ♪
- Iris.
Iris!
Iris.
- What?
- Where's Raggedy Andy? Have you seen him anywhere?
- What?
- Are you serious?
Where is Rag-ged-dy A-an-d-dy?
- Lucas, I can't hear anything you're saying.
Where is Raggedy Andy?
- Dude, come over here if you want to talk to me.
I can't hear you.
- Deaf!
- ♪ Doctor, doctor ♪
- Olly, olly oxen free, free, free.
Raggedy Andy, where can you be?
- ♪ My pain is gone ♪
- Did you look in your room?
- Yeah, I looked in my room.
That's the most basic spot ever.
And he obviously should be in my room,
but he's not in my room.
- What about the kitchen?
- Okay, are you actually gonna help,
or are you just gonna keep on using makeup,
recording yourself like a creep?
- What do you mean, like a creep?
I'm being a normal person.
- Do normal people put on makeup
and record themselves just to send it to no one?
- ♪ Time away ♪
- You know what, dude? Get out of my face.
- You hid him from me, didn't you?
- That's the stupidest accusation I've ever heard.
- You just want revenge on me, don't you?
- For what?
- For the pranks you think I'm pulling,
which I'm not.
- Lucas, right now, I think you're
either insane or have a brain disease.
- Maybe you lost him
making that crazy movie you're working on.
- You have no idea how done I am
with this stupid conversation.
- Oh, my God, what's wrong with you?
- Bye!
- ♪ Doctor, doctor ♪
She hid Raggedy Andy.
She's keeping him away from me. I know it.
- ♪ It's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone ♪
- Last night, I had a dream where I thought I heard you
calling my name outside, so I left the house.
But our front yard was not our front yard.
Then for some reason, I was transported back in time.
But Lucas was still in the future.
So I flew back and asked him to come with me.
Then I realized we weren't time traveling at all.
We were watching a film you'd made
out of our memories
without asking us permission.
You weren't there in any of the images,
but almost like I could see you
through my closed eyelids,
watching me,
filming me
while I was sleeping.
Only it wasn't exactly you.
You were something else, something dark.
You were in a costume,
a costume I'd seen before, but I couldn't quite place it.
Finally, it came to me what it was.
And there you were,
just like in my dream, on the poster
for that demon movie you made last year.
Anyway, it's creepy here without you.
And Lucas is acting weird, so please get better soon.
Okay.
- Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.
I've been learning this song while you're away,
and it's called-- oh, I don't know.
But you'll really like this song,
and it's a classical piece, I'm pretty sure.
Doesn't sound like one, but I'm pretty sure it is.
Okay, I'm gonna play it.
- ♪ I put my head on the pillow ♪
♪ First thing I see is your face ♪
- So I was in a pretty good mood.
And then I walked into the living room,
and I found Lucas' poetry that he left me.
"Keep recording his scenes or suffer the consequences.
Iris, this means you."
- I told you I didn't do it.
- What are you saying, a goblin did it?
- Maybe so. - Jackass.
- Were you gonna offer me any?
Why not?
- Because.
- That's not nice.
Sharing is caring, Lucas.
- Yeah, I don't care,
so I won't share.
- You're such a dick.
- It all adds up.
- It adds up to you being a dick.
- All you've been doing is just blaming me for everything.
So should I share my strawberries?
- If you don't share those strawberries,
I think I might murder you.
- These are my strawberries. They're not yours.
- Lucas, when someone asks you for a strawberry...
- No! No! - You give them a strawberry.
- Get away from me! - Give it.
- Stop! - Give me those strawberries!
- They're my strawberries!
- Those are not your strawberries!
- No! - They're our strawberries!
But if you want them back, I'll happily smush them
up your stupid nose.
Yeah? Want it?
- Give me back my fucking strawberries!
No!
Stop!
Put down the chair.
Mmm.
- What the fuck?
- I know I'm not really supposed to be in Dad's office,
but I came in here looking for Iris,
and I found this creepy video she was cutting together.
I don't know why anyone would make a movie like this.
I mean, what is that thing?
But maybe most freaky of all,
what kind of psycho paints strawberries black
and then red again?
I hope she didn't want to poison me.
- It's actually turning out kind of good.
I'm like Bob Ross.
But I don't think Bob Ross paints anything
other than tr--I've seen, like, every episode of that show,
and I don't think he paints anything
other than lakes and trees.
But--and good for him, but it's--I don't know.
What if he did, like, a city?
Do you think he could paint a city?
- Probably not, actually.
I don't think he could do it.
- Lucas does not like Bob Ross,
but he just needs to get into it,
and then maybe he'll understand.
- Can you see?
Hold up.
Okay, there you go.
- Lucas, go to bed.
It's so late.
Lucas?
Oh, Jesus.
Lucas.
Lucas!
Hello?
Jesus Christ.
- ♪ Ave ♪
♪ Maria ♪
Oh, my God.
- Hello, you have reached
Los Angeles Municipal Hospital's
intensive care unit.
Due to high call volume,
we are currently unable to answer every call.
If this is a true medical emergency,
please hang up and dial 911.
Otherwise, please leave
a message for our nursing staff
or physicians after the beep,
and we will return your call as soon as possible.
- The mailbox is full and cannot accept
any messages at this time.
Goodbye.
- Hey, Iris, I just came to say that...
I'm sorry for being such a jerk earlier.
- All right.
Hey, Lucas, thanks for apologizing,
but please don't film my art.
It's not finished yet. - Okay, I'm sorry. I won't.
- Dude, just so you know, I came down here
to have some alone time.
- I know, but, Iris?
- Yes? - Some really weird videos
showed up on my camera roll.
- What?
- They were just on the camera rolls
that one of us shot.
- You're not making sense.
What are you talking about?
- There's just videos.
I don't think either of us took them.
- What are you talking about? - Just look on
my video camera roll. - Give it to me.
- I don't know who or what.
I think someone's filming us.
- Lucas just showed me this video.
I do not know... what to make of it.
Now, I didn't shoot it.
Obviously, there's no way he could have shot it himself.
Watch.
The closet's so full of stuff, I don't even know--
What? What is it?
Iris, you're scaring me.
- I thought I saw something by the piano.
- Something like what?
- It was like a flash of light.
- Like a lightning bug or something?
Hang on a second.
- Who is that? Who texted you?
- I don't know. There's no ID.
- Iris, that--that's not what I think it is, is it?
- Lucas just showed me this video.
Oh, God.
I do not know... what to make of it.
Now, I didn't shoot it.
I don't understand.
Obviously, there's no way he could have shot it himself.
- Iris, what did that?
- Shh.
Just be quiet.
- Is there a hidden camera or something?
- I don't know.
I don't see anything.
- Lucas, I think we have to leave the house.
- I don't think that's gonna help.
- Why would you say that?
- Because leaving the house
doesn't seem to change anything at all.
- How would you know that?
- There's other videos in the camera roll
I haven't shown you yet.
- What videos?
- Like, remember how we
went into Brenda and Jay's house
and did a bunch of recordings of us cannonballing and stuff?
- Yeah.
- Well, we weren't alone.
- What do you mean, we weren't alone?
- What I'm saying is, there was something
in the water with us that day...
Something I think can follow us anywhere.
Some of the shots, we did,
but others were shot by I don't know what.
- I don't know.
What is this?
Lucas.
Lucas?
It's scary when it's dark.
That's how they like it.
Because when the lights are out,
you're afraid.
And when you're afraid,
you're a very good boy.
- Iris.
Iris, it's not funny.
Mom?
- What?
- Iris?
Iris?
Iris, it's not funny.
Hello?
Iris?
- ♪ Ave Maria ♪
- ♪ My darling, my darling ♪
♪ I've wanted to call you my darling ♪
♪ For many ♪
♪ And many a day ♪
♪ My darling, my darling ♪
♪ I fluttered and fled like a starling ♪
♪ My courage just melted ♪
♪ Away ♪
♪ All at once, you kissed me ♪
♪ And there's not a thing ♪
♪ I'm sane enough to say ♪
♪ Except, my darling ♪
- Mom? - ♪ My darling ♪
♪ Get used to the sound ♪
♪ Of "my darling" ♪
♪ It's here ♪
♪ To stay ♪
Hi, Iris.
- Hey, Lucas.
- Do you think you did all of this?
- I'm worried I'm gonna hurt you, Lucas.
- When I was walking up, I saw a thing on your back.
Is it, like, a cut?
- What? - Looks like something
spreading down on your neck
to your shirt.
- What do you mean?
- I don't know.
- Oh, my God. What the fuck?
What the fuck?
What do we do?
Lucas, what do we do?
- I know we're not supposed to, but...
I think we should see Mom and Dad.
- What you're about to see is what Lucas and I saw
when we came back from the hospital
to try to--
to try to see you.
Lucas freaked out and decided to go ask the neighbors
for help.
- Cath!
Eli!
Anybody home?
- But nobody came to the door.
We called all your friends, and no one answered.
Grandma Marsha isn't answering either.
But the worst part is,
Lucas didn't even shoot these videos.
These were just texted to us from some unknown sender.
It's like whoever's recording us
can see right through our eyes.
- Anthony?
Anthony, Georgia!
Hello?
- The streets are pretty much empty,
other than stuff like this.
Iris?
- Yo.
- Is it okay if I sleep in your room tonight?
Sure.
Why are you putting it up
on a tripod like that?
- 'Cause I want to see if there's anything to see.
- Oh.
Won't the phone die if we leave it on all night?
- No, it's on a motion sensor.
So, like, if anything moves, it just--
it'll just record for, like, ten seconds.
And then it shuts off. - What if it's too dark?
- There's a flash.
Like, right now.
- Bike light.
- Iris? - What?
- Maybe instead of thinking of these things
as just words on a list,
we could think of them as ideas.
Like, the photo might not be a picture,
but it could be us or you and me together.
- Writing it down.
"You and me together."
But it doesn't make any sense.
Okay.
Watch.
Where's the apple?
Lucas, where's the apple?
- I don't know. - Apple's gone.
- I can go get another.
- Okay.
Watch, apple, nail, timer,
U-shaped magnet, and a brown egg.
Hmm.
- Makes no sense at all.
- Well, wait, okay.
If we do this, you're right.
It makes no sense.
But if we do this...
W-A-N-T...
M-O-R-E.
- Wouldn't that just be a coincidence?
- I don't think that's a coincidence.
- So what happens if we go back and try the other one now?
- Let's see.
- H-H-T-C-R-A-O.
- That doesn't spell anything.
- Wait, there's more.
Egg.
Still doesn't spell anything.
- Iris, I have a thought.
- What's your thought?
- You know how I'm always asking
for oranges all the time?
- I guess so. Why?
- Remember Mom got so mad
because we kept on running out
and I kept on begging for more and more?
- Where are you going with this?
- It's basically the same thing as the ring.
- My ring? - Yeah.
Wait, where'd it go?
- It's here on my finger. I put it on. Why?
- That's not just any ring that you own.
That's the one that you were super jealous
of Ruby for having,
so she had to give it to you.
- Yeah.
- I remember you almost stopped being friends
because she wouldn't lend it to you
and she thought you were being greedy.
- Yeah.
- I'm saying maybe we should write down
"greed" or "jealousy" as one of our words.
- Okay.
But honestly, I feel like you could see anything
you want in these things.
- That could be true,
but remember when Dad got me that bike light
and I freaked out 'cause I wanted the square one
instead of the round one?
- No, what are you talking about?
- Dad said something like, "Well, it's too bad.
You don't get to choose."
And then we screamed at each other
for, like, the whole entire day.
- Sounds like the kind of stupid fight
you two might have.
So what? - Yeah, what I'm saying is
maybe that this is all about us having to choose.
- Maybe.
Choose what?
- ♪ Ave Maria ♪ - What's that?
- I have no idea.
Stay here. I'll go look.
- Wait, I'm coming too.
- You-- - And--
- You-- - What?
- The-- - ♪ What ♪
- It-- - ♪ What you want ♪
- But--
- You have to-- - Want it--
- Badly--
- It's you-- - Who--
- Can't-- - Escape.
- You-- - Are--
- Ours.
- The sound--
- Our bodies--
- Then it came true--
- Iris. - And what--
What? Why--
why would you do that, Lucas?
It was saying something! - I just couldn't stand it.
- Move. Get away from it.
It's gonna happen again. It's gonna start again.
Go away.
What fucking song is this?
Lucas, why does this sound familiar?
- I think maybe it's because
it's one of the songs from Mom's new record.
- ♪ My darling, my darling ♪
♪ I've wanted to call you ♪
- You're right. It is Mom.
- ♪ For many
♪ And many a day ♪
♪ My darling, my darling ♪
- Oh, my God.
Is that Grandpa Frank with seeds on him?
Yeah. Why?
Oh, my God, I haven't seen this in years.
- That's the magnet you traded me for when I was, like, five.
- Take your hands off of that.
It's mine.
Let me see that. - Hang on.
- Give it. - I said hang on.
Iris, I think I know exactly what it's trying to say.
- What does it say?
- Like, I think the lock means something about
how things are set in stone and can't be undone.
And the magnet, it's about a trade.
But I don't think it's about the trade we made.
And I think the thing with Grandpa Frank
and the seeds means it all started with him.
The Super 8 camera's obviously about Dad's movies.
And I think the hammer might be about how Dad
convinced Mom to have me.
- What are you talking about?
- Remember how she only wanted one kid
and her excuse was something like the house is too small?
- Right, he promised to build her a new room.
Brought home a hammer and nails.
- Iris, have you ever heard about
things called the Wanderers?
- Why does that sound so familiar?
- According to what I searched, it's a kind of demon,
a kind of demon who wants to confuse and scare people
into doing what it wants.
And the reason it sounds so familiar...
look at this description of Dad's movie.
- "A father sells his children
"to a demon known as the Wanderer
in exchange for fame and fortune."
- Iris, I think this movie was based on something real,
something that maybe even started before Dad was born.
- So you think Grandpa Frank made a deal with a demon?
- Uh-huh.
Then Dad.
And now I think he wants to make a deal with us.
- What kind of deal?
- Well, like,
my baby handprint and your childhood bracelet,
that means something to do with kids.
- What does that mean?
- I think it wants us to give it
more than what Dad gave it.
- More than two kids?
I didn't tell Lucas this
because I didn't want to scare him.
But the other night, I had a dream.
I was lost in some dark forest,
looking for him.
And I couldn't find him.
It was vague, but somehow I knew
I had allowed something awful to swallow us both up.
I woke up so ashamed.
But now...
I don't think it was my fault at all.
I don't have any proof.
But I believe everything Lucas says about you.
Did you sell us to it?
For fame or money?
Whatever the fuck you want?
You sold your own kids?
You're a piece of shit.
- Hello, my name is Dr. Susannah Rogers,
and thank you for visiting our page today,
where we will be discussing the nature of demons
and strategies people sometimes use
to attempt to communicate with them.
Throughout the ages, humanity has tried
to access the spirit world,
be it through séance, trance,
transcendental psychotropic experiences,
and through extreme behaviors such as fasting for weeks,
speaking in tongues for days,
or the application of extreme pain,
such as branding or fire.
Others have used Ouija boards
or the recitation of ritual prayer
often written in a language
that the speaker themselves does not know.
The thing that binds all of these rituals together
is not the specifics of the effort
but the intent and the belief of the summoner of the spirit.
Demons, particularly Wanderers,
know when a person is desperate and in need of help,
not because of the words that they speak
or the actions that they take
but because of the feeling
of the person speaking those words
and taking those actions.
They can feel the sincere need exhibited in your prayer.
Little else matters,
certainly not the order
or the recitation of ancient ceremonial rites.
No.
The demon prefers novel,
personalized approaches to summoning,
because those who create their own ritual
with pure and true belief
are often those who are most corruptible.
End of message. Have a safe journey.
- With this, my deepest, darkest secret,
I wish for you to speak.
- With this, my deepest, darkest secret,
I wish for you to speak.
- For this, my sacred childhood object,
I wish for you to speak.
- With this, given to me by my beloved grandmother,
I wish for you to speak.
- For giving you these herbs from a plant I planted,
I wish for you to speak.
- With a memory from my past, I wish for you to speak.
- With this beautiful bottle I found,
I wish for you to speak.
And this watch, given to me by my Grandpa Frank,
I wish for you to speak.
- With this fire...
We beg of you to speak.
- I don't think it's gonna work.
Hey, Lucas.
Lucas, it worked.
What is this?
Is this Grandpa Frank's melodica?
- Remember when he gave it to us?
He was like, "If you want to,
you could be a famous musician."
Maybe it's here to remind us of that.
- What about my crystals?
- Those were your most precious things
when you were little.
I think it's saying it can get us
more stuff like that if we do if it wants.
And this picture of Dad with the dead flowers,
when I first looked at it, I was sure it meant
that Dad was about to die.
- You think Dad's dead?
- Maybe.
Or maybe the demon just wants us to believe that.
This stuff over here seems to mean
it wants us to choose which way to go.
And with those things it somehow unburned,
I'm guessing it wants us to see how powerful it is.
- What about your old bike lock?
- I'm pretty sure it's saying we're going to be taken.
- Taken by the demon?
- Yeah.
And I think this watch here
means we only have until 3:17 a.m. to decide.
- Decide whether to take its offer?
- Yeah.
- Why 3:17 a.m.?
- I have no idea.
- What about the journal?
What's Dad's story journal doing here?
- Well...
either it's telling us if we go with it,
we get to write our own story,
or could just be-- could just be
wanting us to sign our names.
- And the bell?
What do you think the bell is?
- The bell means nothing to me,
and neither do Grandpa's old opera glasses.
But the fire being on, it's probably a warning.
- You didn't start the fire?
- No.
- You're saying the fire's saying
that's how it's gonna feel
if we don't give it what it wants?
- Yeah.
- Do you think Mom and Dad get to live
if we agree to do what it's asking?
- I don't know.
- Do you know what this is?
- I think it's a song from Dad's new movie.
- ♪ Start playing guitar ♪
♪ These chords will take you far ♪
- There he is. There he is.
- ♪ These chords will take you far ♪
- Good to see you.
- ♪ Wears blue until a star ♪
♪ In a little wasted car ♪
♪ Wears blue until a star ♪
♪ In a little wasted car ♪
♪ Keep stepping on your step ♪
♪ Walk slowly, it's not over yet ♪
♪ Breathe easy on your breath ♪
♪ Breathe love and that's a fact ♪
♪ 'Cause I love it when the sun is high ♪
♪ And I'm dreaming about a ship I fly ♪
♪ North winters have long gone by ♪
♪ All the knots are gonna come untied ♪
♪ All the knots are gonna ♪
♪ Come untied ♪
♪ All the knots are gonna come untied ♪
♪ All the knots are gonna ♪
♪ Come untied ♪
♪ All the knots are gonna come untied ♪
♪ Ready skies and upper top ♪
♪ You're the world, love make us stop ♪
♪ I seen a lot of movies that've been flops ♪
♪ But I never seen some corn bad in a crop ♪
♪ No, I never seen some corn bad in a crop ♪
♪ I never seen no corn bad in a crop ♪
♪ I'ma teach you how to step ♪
♪ That I work, but I forget ♪
♪ I'm just sipping on some gin ♪
♪ I'm a-hoping that you win ♪
♪ I'm a winner with a dream ♪
♪ I'm a-floating ♪
♪ Down a stream ♪
♪ I'm never, ever waiting ♪
♪ I'm a-rolling ♪
♪ Like a freight train ♪
♪ I'm a-rolling ♪
♪ Like a freight train ♪
♪ I'm a-rolling ♪
♪ Like a freight train ♪
♪ I'm a-rolling ♪
♪ Like a freight train ♪
♪ I'm a-rolling like a freight ♪
- ♪ Train ♪
♪ Start playing your guitar ♪
♪ These chords will take you far ♪
♪ Wears blue until a star ♪
♪ In a little wasted car ♪
♪ Keep stepping on your step ♪
♪ Walk slowly, it's not over yet ♪
♪ Breathe easy on your breath ♪
♪ Breathe love, and that's a fact ♪
♪ I love the way the sun is high ♪
♪ And I'm dreaming about a ship I fly ♪
♪ North winters have long gone by ♪
♪ All the knots are gonna come untied ♪
And that's a wrap.