For God's Sake Wake Her Up (2024) Movie Script
[low menacing rumble]
[tones pulsing and rising]
[video tape clicking]
[rewinding]
[pausing and whirring]
[April] Sorry.
I'm still learning
how to work this thing.
[therapist] That's okay.
Take your time.
[April] Tape one.
Therapy session.
[therapist] Have you attempted
the techniques we spoke about?
[April, voice shaky]
The techniques are useless.
It won't stop.
Not tonight, not next week,
not in a month.
Then, when it decides,
it will take me!
[therapist] Take you where?
April, I promise you,
you cannot die
from sleep paralysis.
[low menacing rumble]
[soft choking gasps]
[gasping for breath]
[gasping in fear]
[sobbing in anguish]
[screaming]
[menacing tones reverberate]
[screaming]
[terrified screams echoing]
[]
[darkly eerie theme playing]
[]
[music fading]
I should have worn my Solomons.
Hey!
Hey, Rizz, what's the plan?
No plan.
What's it say?
It's nice.
"Crea algo
que dure para siempre."
"Create something
that lasts forever."
Cute.
The girl speaks
a thousand languages.
Just four,
five, if you include English,
but who would?
You know, at some point,
railroads run out of tracks.
Then I will find new tracks.
I didn't ask you to follow me.
I know.
Then go back.
Can we at least stop
for something to drink?
It's hot as balls.
Good idea.
[music playing,
eerie and melancholy]
[panting]
Run! [Laughing]
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[chain link clanking lightly]
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[Myles]
Just pull it, don't twist it.
Why is this so hard?
You're doing it wrong.
[popping can open]
Ugh! [Coughing]
Mm, that's disgusting.
Why do people drink this?
Never missed a class
in your life,
not a recital, a track meet,
or Sunday School,
and here you are,
thieving booze on the east side.
Yeah, I've been worse places.
Yeah? Like where?
The Keys? The Hamptons?
Give me one.
Okay...
[popping can open]
I like it.
Bullshit!
Sure, sure.
Football, lacrosse
[kissing] wrestling!
[exhaling]
Renowned high-school tomboy
Myles Whitlock Jr!
[imitating roaring crowd]
Aah! Aah! [Laughing]
Shut up.
[Rizz sighs]
[paper crinkling]
What's that thing you've been
dancing around all day?
Didn't even read it.
I just thought
you should have one.
Picking through my trash?
It's not trash.
Got any of my pubes
in your pocket?
Of course not.
Look, I think this was
a really bad idea...
Well, I don't!
I didn't want to go,
and I'm glad that I didn't.
What's the point?
[Myles] You say goodbye.
I already said goodbye.
I was the only one
who didn't get there on time.
My dad,
my sisters,
even my fucking Aunt Rose,
who she hated,
made it on time.
They all got to say goodbye
while she was still there
still a person
still fucking warm.
[]
I had to say goodbye
when she was cold,
ice cold,
when she was gray and bruised.
She...
She had blood
pooling from her ears.
I went to kiss her on the head
and had to run
to wash the feeling off my lips.
It's disgusting.
My own mom...
[sniffling]
and that's how I get
to remember her.
[sniffling]
[sighing]
[sniffling]
My mom is gone,
and I am done with goodbyes.
I'm sorry.
[sighing]
[sighing]
Give me another.
[sighing]
[popping can open]
[gasping]
[sniffling]
[phone buzzing]
Who is it?
[phone buzzing]
[quietly] Shit.
Whoa!
[gasping and chuckling]
Another, good sir.
Hey.
That's my beer.
I got it.
You can just set it down
and go get your own.
Thank you.
[popping can open]
[sighing]
Cheers.
[music playing,
sparse and unsettling]
[]
[music deepens,
forlorn and heavy with dread]
[]
I don't think we should be here
after dark.
You gotta be more like me.
Like the breeze.
Move easy.
The breeze?
I'm cutting you off.
You have no idea
where we are, do you?
East?
- East? East where?
- [laughing]
You've never been down here
in your life.
Like you have.
Actually, my cousin owns
one of those low-income places,
and my dad was born
a few blocks from here.
He says it's bad.
You never said.
You never asked.
Jesus!
Watch where you're going!
[Myles] You gotta be
more careful around here.
[Rizz] She came out of nowhere.
She's like the walking dead.
[wind gusting, breath-like]
[breathing echoing]
[distant dog barking]
[wind whispering]
[menacing tones rumble]
[menacing tones rise]
[door clicking shut]
[menacing tones grow]
[faint dripping]
[menacing tones swirl]
[clicking]
Last night was the worst so far.
Almost all night.
Eight hours.
The chest compressions
are unbearable.
They say
you can last ten days
without sleep.
I haven't slept
more than an hour
in weeks.
I cannot go much longer.
These tapes are my story.
When it takes me,
this is all that's left.
[sniffing]
What else is there to say?
I wonder who you are,
watching this.
You will know me
from these tapes,
but I will never know you.
You are a stranger to me,
but I'm so grateful
for your time.
[sniffling]
I think
this will be my final tape.
I cannot take any more
nights of torture.
I'm tired.
Inescapably tired.
[sniffling]
What you've watched
on these tapes
is what I have become.
I am defined by it
and what it did to my family.
I cannot work.
I cannot function outside.
[sniffling]
I have nothing,
and nobody... [crying]
But know that...
I was more than this.
[sniffling]
I was a child
a loved,
protected child
sheltered from this horror.
[sniffling]
I was a teenager,
an awkward teenager
who liked shitty music.
[chuckling]
[sniffling]
I like chocolate
and ice cream.
I like cigarettes,
coffee, and beer.
[sniffling]
I like plants and animals,
but it won't let me have them.
It hates the living.
[sniffling]
I like bad movies
and sci-fi books.
I like sea fog,
and swimming in the ocean.
I wish I could spend more time
at the beach.
I love my mom... [crying]
And grandma,
and I miss them so...
[sobbing]
I miss them terribly.
[sobbing]
[sparse and unsettling
music playing]
[sniffling]
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I thought I could find
the answer.
Study it.
Perhaps
it shouldn't be understood,
Perhaps it should be forgotten.
I-I don't know...
[sniffling]
but at least now
when it takes me,
it has no one else.
I'm the end of the line.
[sniffling]
So to you,
my last friend
believe in the bad things
the very bad
and evil things,
because they are real.
I have seen them,
and now,
so have you.
[sniffling]
[turning camera off]
[exhaling]
[wind gusting and swirling]
[floorboard creaking]
Speed kills, asshole!
You can't do that shit
down here.
You'll get us killed.
I gotta piss.
We should go.
Your dad
will be worried to death.
Sorry.
You're a real buzzkill.
Stop.
Huh?
Turn around.
You wanna see me pee, pervert?
[low menacing tones ringing]
[pills rattling]
[music tightens]
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[music pulsing]
[Rizz] You hungry?
I'm hungry.
I don't think there's anywhere
open around here.
Why don't we head back,
get delivery?
You can come back to my place
if you're not ready to go home.
I'm not going back,
not tonight.
What are you talking about?
You gonna sleep on a bench?
I've got, like,
10 missed calls from my mom.
If you answer that, I swear...
Rizz!
Go home, Myles.
I'm not leaving you down here.
I gotta do something.
Anything.
You're, like,
the busiest person I know.
That stuff?
The swimming, track,
piano, church...
It was all her,
all of it.
I don't actually know
if I like any of it.
She drives...
Drove me everywhere.
I don't even know
where half those places are.
I don't know who I...
[sighing]
I want to do other things.
Like what?
I don't know.
Go to a seedy bar,
get into a fight,
drive through the desert, and,
and party at some random
crappy hotel.
Smoke.
Eat from a vending machine.
Shoot a gun.
Milk a cow.
[laughing]
Get a fucking ankle tattoo.
I don't know.
Milk a cow?
[door slowly creaking open]
You don't understand.
[police sirens wailing]
Shit!
I told you we shouldn't
have stole those beers.
[sirens passing]
Live a little.
Whoa. What are you doing?
[disembodied whisper]
Excita me...
Rizz!
[low tones pulsing]
[disembodied voice exhaling]
[exhaling]
[pulsing tone increases]
[tones buzzing and crackling]
[whispering] Rizz!
What are you doing?
I don't think anyone's home.
[whispering] What? Who cares?
[shouting] Hey!
- Are you crazy?
- [hollering] Hello!
Oh, my god.
Please stop.
There's no one here.
They could be out.
There could be
an old person upstairs,
infirm, fucking terrified,
calling the cops.
Were you paying attention
out there?
It's a slum.
Half the places
are abandoned or burnt down.
There's no cops coming out here.
If this place is abandoned,
who owns all this shit?
It's called foreclosure,
dumb-ass.
In the next few years,
this entire neighborhood
will be condos.
[low tones reverberate]
[whispers swirl]
[sniffing]
[April's video plays]
I told you,
it wants me alone.
[therapist] And why
do you think that is?
[April, terrified]
Because it has a plan.
- See, someone lives here!
- Shh!
[April] It doesn't want
to be interfered with.
It won't stop.
Not tonight,
not next week,
not in a month,
then when it decides,
it will take me.
[therapist] Take you where?
[turning off TV]
We're leaving.
Look at all these things.
What are they?
Tiny little tapes?
Yeah. Yeah, tiny little tapes.
Now let's go.
Stop touching things!
What are we going to do
if the cops are called?
This is already trespassing
and breaking and entering,
and you want to add theft?
I'm not doing anything bad.
This is already bad, Rizz,
really bad!
If they catch us here,
they're not going to give us... me...
A slap on the wrist
and just send us home.
[low tones rumbling]
I'm calling my mom.
[quietly] Fuck...
[menacing tones roar]
[shallow gasping]
[panting in terror]
[breathing in gasps]
[floorboards creaking]
[long steady creaking]
[menacing rumble builds]
[sound stops abruptly]
[whimpering in fear]
[floorboards creaking closer]
[panting in terror]
[gasping]
[floorboards creaking]
[whispers swirl]
[gasping]
[gagging breaths]
[pulsating tones]
[pulsating tones speeding up]
[panting in terror]
[Myles]
Rizz, what are you doing?
[disembodied whisper]
Excita me...
[low menacing tones]
Rizz! Stop!
[terrified panting]
[Rizz]
It's the lady from the TV.
The lamp lady.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
We're fucked!
Uh...
I'm so sorry, ma'am.
We're leaving, right now.
We haven't touched anything,
and we're leaving.
Don't!
[April breathing rapidly]
Ma'am?
Are you okay?
[April panting]
Let's go fuck something else up,
anything
that won't get us arrested
for breaking and entering.
[April breathing
in choking gasps]
Ma'am?
Do you need help?
[panting, floorboards creaking]
[eerie tones ring]
Maybe we should call
an ambulance.
Huh? No.
You've been so jazzed
to use your phone all night.
Are you kidding?
They'll trace my number.
It's like a federal thing.
You got to stay on the line.
I'm calling my mom.
It was on, like, 30%.
Maybe she has a house phone?
They won't know who's calling.
Just ask for an ambulance
and hang up.
Maybe she's disabled,
and, like, a carer
will come by in the morning
or whatever, you know?
There's, like, a bunch
of medical bills downstairs.
[Rizz]
We can't just leave her here.
Look at her.
What if she dies?
You'd feel pretty shitty,
I know you would.
You panic over everything.
I'm pretty fucking panicked
right now!
Just check for a phone.
Fine, but don't do anything.
Ma'am, I'm gonna use
your phone, if that's cool.
[April breathes
in choking gasps]
It's going to be okay.
We're going to get help.
I'm sorry
if I was rude to you earlier
outside.
It's been a bit of a, um,
rough day
week.
Don't be scared.
[soft footsteps approach]
You're not alone.
There's no landline.
Help me get her up.
No. Aren't we
in enough trouble already?
Myles, help me.
How are we going to
get her downstairs?
Look at her.
What is she, like, 90 pounds?
[straining with effort]
[menacing buzzing tone strafes]
She weighs a ton.
[grunting with effort]
Come on, help me.
Shit.
[April's breathing
ragged, choking]
We're making it worse.
You're making it worse.
We cannot be caught here.
How will we explain this?
Rizz!
She's terrified!
Maybe someone did this to her.
Oh, fuck this.
She did it to herself.
She's a junkie.
What difference does that make?
This place is full of junkies.
She'll sleep it off.
We'll get help for her,
I promise.
We absolutely cannot stay here
a minute longer.
You know this.
Come on.
[gasping in fear]
"Hey, Dad, found this
strange woman on the east side.
Thought she could come
live with us."
[locked door rattles]
What the fuck?
[rattling handle]
This isn't right.
[Rizz] What is it?
Someone's out there.
[low tones pulsing menacingly]
[disembodied whisper]
Excita me...
[low pulsating rumble]
[Myles's voice muffled]
It's locked!
The back door's locked too!
Somebody's fucking with us!
They've locked us in here!
Hey! Let us out! We're sorry!
We didn't meant
to scare anybody!
Please! Let us out!
Please!
[kissing]
[menacing tones pulse]
[sniffling]
[Myles] It's like
everything is glued shut.
If only you'd seen her.
Can you help me, please?
I wasn't there for her
when she needed me.
Rizz, help me out here!
There's got to be
a key or something!
All those times
I was mean to her.
I didn't even ask her
how she was.
I didn't know.
There's something in this house.
I felt it upstairs.
I felt it before
in the hospital
something dead.
It's not going to let us out.
[Myles] What are you doing?
[April, on video]
It's left me with nothing.
I lost my job.
[tossing papers and pills]
I can't afford the therapist.
She doesn't believe me anyway.
Keeps saying "sleep paralysis."
She doesn't understand.
I don't blame her.
I didn't understand
when it took my grandma,
but I understood
when it took my mom.
[Myles] Turn it off.
I don't like it.
[April sniffling]
She thought
she could outrun it,
moving us
halfway around the world,
leaving my father
and my brothers behind.
[pouring drink]
But it followed us,
followed us here,
and tortured her until death.
She hung on so long,
much longer than I have.
She kept going day after day,
night after night
trying to stay with me
until the end.
It is unstoppable.
Once it took her,
it came for me.
It starts as a shadow,
an intruder.
It grows like a disease.
It grows in confidence,
physicality.
It became extremely physical,
poisoning my mind,
choking my body.
But... it ends with me.
No children.
No daughters.
I've made sure of it.
I'm...
I'm too tired
to fight it any longer.
Everything I've learned
is in these tapes.
I was so close.
I don't think I have
many nights left.
[Myles] Turn it off.
[static crackling]
[static crackling]
[pushing buttons]
[sniffling]
[floorboards creaking,
whispering hiss swirling]
[creaking and scratching
on floorboards]
[April whimpering]
[scratching against wood]
[clearing throat]
Hi.
I'm recording this at home.
Just me.
I can't afford the sessions.
She prescribed me the pills
and a spray
to help my breathing.
She says this will
stop me waking,
and stop me from remembering
my dreams.
She doesn't understand.
I take drugs anyway,
but I wake every night.
It starts at my legs...
I look at my toes,
and I cannot move them.
My body betrays me.
I become unmovable.
Then it comes.
Sometimes it creeps,
sometimes it comes
straight for my chest,
and
until I choke
an absent mass
smothering my lungs.
Then the shadow
reveals itself
grinning... an awful grin.
I can smell it.
It's a hateful thing,
a dead thing.
I can't defend myself.
I can't scream.
It does whatever it wants.
There's a big difference
between a waking nightmare
and a living nightmare.
[music surges]
[April gasping]
[floorboards creaking,
scratching wood]
[entity snarling]
[April whimpering faintly]
[hissing snarl]
[Myles screams] Aah! Fuck you!
It ripped it.
It-it ripped it...
out of my hands.
It's going to kill her.
It's going to kill us.
We have to help her, Myles.
I have to help her.
She's all alone up there,
afraid.
She said the answers
are in these tapes.
[cassettes clattering]
See? She was in therapy.
They didn't believe her.
It's not in her head.
What if it is her?
What if she's doing this?
Something's doing this to her.
Something here
in this house,
killing her.
We can find the answers
in these tapes.
Save her
save us.
[tape whirring]
My mom was wonderful.
Strong as a lion.
Fierce.
But
when she saw what it did
to my grandma,
she ran.
We went everywhere,
but lived nowhere.
It's just hard,
always moving,
always running,
a different school every year...
[menacing tones buzzing]
new teachers,
new language,
strange food,
no friends
always alone in the crowd.
I liked home,
but this is what mom wanted.
[rummaging through cassettes]
"Kanashibari."
"Sleep paralysis."
It wasn't even a term
until 1928,
but it is as old
as devil himself.
Fuseli painted this in 1780!
1780!
Right here.
That isn't R.E.M. sleep.
That isn't a dream.
A dream cannot break your ribs
and crush your chest.
No
that is a demon!
They knew it then.
I know it now.
It's... it's all in here.
They won't help me,
so I'm going to document it,
prove it, and destroy it!
See, Darwin, 1792
described a demon
upon the chest of a woman.
1851,
Melville wrote
of a phantom upon his bed.
Hardy, 1888,
suffocated in bed
beneath a demonic force.
That was no dream.
He was there.
Fitzgerald, Dickens,
they saw it, wrote it.
It's... it's all in here!
That's how I destroy it.
Know it.
Know it better than it knows me.
[rummaging through cassettes]
It's on one of these.
[low pulsing]
[faucet dripping]
[dripping]
[April] Last night
was the worst so far.
The chest compressions
are unbearable.
These tapes are my story...
[Myles] Shut that off.
[April] When she saw
what it did to my grandma...
[Myles, muffled] Turn it off!
[April]... she ran...
[tapes whirring]
It starts as a shadow,
an intruder...
She doesn't believe me anyway.
[Myles]
Please, please turn it off!
[April] She doesn't understand.
[tape whirring]
[April] I'm too tired
to fight it any longer.
Know it...
Know it better
than it knows me...
Everything I've learned
is in these tapes.
[Myles] That's enough!
No more tapes!
Why did you do that?
She was trying to help us!
Rizz, stop!
It's gotta be around here
somewhere.
It's important to her.
She'd keep it safe.
[floorboards creaking]
Why do you want
to help her so bad?
This isn't our problem!
Whatever's happening here
is happening to her, okay?
Maybe it is her!
Let's just wait it out
till morning.
Then there'll be people around,
and we can signal
to them, outside,
normal people!
Stop!
For one minute,
can you just stop?
Myles, get off me!
You need to stop and breathe!
Get off!
[panting]
Oh, there it is.
I'm sorry I grabbed you.
Make yourself useful.
Take a look at this.
What is all that?
[Rizz] Proof.
Listen to this.
"The attacks were as unexpected
as they were fatal
and mysterious.
30 victims,
all of them young and healthy,
were stricken
in the middle of the night,
"dying in agony."
"The deaths occur at night
when the victims are sleeping."
Some have been found
gasping for breath,
and then
"they die."
Whatever this thing is,
it's not going to stop
until she's dead.
She's barely holding on.
She was trying
to find a way to stop it.
Okay, let's assume that
that isn't the ramblings
of a lunatic.
What does it want with us?
I mean, if it wants to kill her,
why keep us here?
Why not let us leave?
[Rizz] I don't know.
[Myles] Leave it alone.
Some of this is in Latin...
Japanese...
French.
I can translate most of it.
I don't do stuff
like this, Rizz.
Every day, I eat cereal
from the same bowl.
I ride my bike to school
because I like to listen
to my stories,
and I eat the same thing
for lunch every day.
Fish tacos.
Yeah,
because they remind me
of Mexico.
[turning pages]
I still watch wrestling
twice a week,
even though I told everyone
I stopped in the eighth grade.
I eat my dinner at home
because it makes me feel safe,
and I like going to bed early.
That's who I am, okay?
I'm dull, and I'm boring,
and I'm not ready
for this kind of shit.
I want to go home.
I want us to go home.
Where's
the seasoned beer drinker?
My dad lets me have
one small glass on Sundays.
He says it'll give me
an appreciation for alcohol.
You know,
we only ever hang out
at your place,
always at home,
never at school.
I suspect it's because
we're neighbors,
and it's convenient for you.
You're anything but
convenient for me.
I'd do anything
to hang out with you.
Anything.
Pretend to like skating.
I bought those Dunk Low Pandas.
They don't even have
ankle support.
I helped you film
those stupid dance videos
you know are jerked-off to
by a bunch of 40-year-old men.
When's my birthday?
When is my birthday?
January.
It's Valentine's Day!
How hard is that to remember?
Two cards on the same day
that you don't even have to buy!
Who cares about birthdays?
[quietly] What?
It's only a fucking
birthday, Myles.
My mom just died.
That woman up there
is not your mom, Rizz.
[low tone reverberates]
Have you been waiting for this?
For something to happen to me
so you can swoop in?
My mother's death
has nothing to do with you!
You can't have it!
She isn't some weird substitute.
Getting her out of here
won't make up for it.
You weren't there
because you were too afraid
to face the fact
that she was dying.
She'd been sick since Christmas,
in and out of the hospital
for weeks!
What did you think
was happening?
At least your sisters
could see it.
You didn't miss it, Rizz,
you ran away from it,
and then today,
you ran away again!
You ran into this fucking house,
so stop running
and go fucking home!
Get away from me.
Leave me alone.
[floorboards creaking]
[hissing]
[terrified panting]
[entity snarling]
[Rizz] Give it back!
[Myles] No!
Not until morning!
You have to stop this!
Can't you just sit?
Just sit with me for a minute?
You have to ignore all of this!
This is about her, up there,
not us.
We can just wait it out
together, down here.
[menacing tones rise]
[struggling]
[clawing silently]
Myles?
What is it?
What's happening?
[strangled gasp]
What? What is it?
[gasping for air]
[Rizz] Are you okay?
[Myles panting and gasping]
[wheezing breaths]
I'm going to kick
that fucking door down.
[door creaking open]
[menacing tones rise]
[door slamming]
- [pounding] Rizz!
- Myles!
Myles!
Don't leave me here!
I can't get back in!
[struggling with handle]
[gasping]
I'm sorry
I missed your birthday.
Like, pretty much all of them.
That's okay.
No, it's not.
I'm just so busy, you know?
That's not an excuse, I just...
I don't feel
in control of anything.
I'm pushed from this place
to that,
school, track, study, piano,
study, French, study...
[sobbing]
Now she's gone,
and I can't tell her any of it.
I can't tell her to shove piano.
I can't tell her to fuck off.
I can't tell her
that I love her, and I need her,
and I can't sleep knowing
she's not in the next room.
[eerie, melancholy
music playing]
I'm fucking tired, Myles.
I think I'm ready
to go home now.
I'll get you home, okay?
I'll get you home,
and your dad will be waiting,
and he won't be mad,
and we'll order a shit-ton
of fried chicken,
the real nasty stuff,
and we'll drink Jarritos,
because beer
does taste like shit.
[laughing sadly]
We passed a gas station
on the way here.
No, no, no, no.
I'll run,
and I'll be back
in, like, 10 minutes.
I'll call my mom,
or I'll charge my cell,
and my dad will come get us,
and this will all be over.
I will come back for you, Rizz.
Be quick, okay?
[menacing tones pulse]
[gasping]
[Rizz] Myles?
[banging on door]
[screaming] Myles! Myles!
[banging urgently]
Rizz, I love...
[cracking sharply]
[tones blare]
[Rizz screams] Myles!
[screaming] What did you do?
What did you do?
[crying] Myles...
My Myles...
Tell me what to do!
Tell me!
What do I do?
[crying] What do I do?
[sobbing]
[wet slurping]
[gasping]
[wet crunching]
[whimpering in fear]
Mommy's gone.
Can you taste her?
[gasping in terror]
[April gagging softly]
What is it?
Are you okay?
[April chokes]
"Excita me."
Excita me?
"Wake me up."
Wake up. Wake up!
Wake up...
Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!
Why aren't you waking up?
Wake the fuck up!
Wake up!
[sobbing] Wake up.
Please...
[gasping]
[panting]
[screaming]
[Rizz coughs]
[choking]
[coughing]
[gasping]
[screaming in terror]
[dull thud]
[heart rate monitor
beeping steadily]
[static crackling]
[monitor beeping steadily]
[whispering]
[monitor beeping steadily]
[whispering]
[monitor beeping]
[monitor beeping]
[flat lining]
[Rizz] Mom?
[April] I wonder who you are,
watching this.
I will never know you.
You're a stranger to me,
but I'm so grateful
to have your time.
I think this will be
my final tape.
I can't go much longer.
The torture night.
So to you,
my last friend
believe in bad things,
the very bad
and evil things
because they are real.
I've seen them,
and now,
so have you.
I know what it is now.
An incubus.
A Lilin.
They've been doing this
for as long as we've been here.
Longer.
It is an ancient primeval chaos.
I see you.
I know what you are.
"My angry ghost
arising from the deep
shall haunt thee waking
and disturb thy sleep."
"Can you laugh indignant
at the schemes
of magic terrors
and visionary dreams,
the nightly goblin
of imps of hell,
the shadow things'
enchanting spell"?
[whispering] Spell...
[April's voice] Page 20.
[April speaks firmly] Page 20.
"Tormented by a wanton incubus,
abused for six years,
set upon
with incredible lust..."
"How gladly would I go
out of this woman,
for I am sorely tormented
in her.
How gladly would I go out,
but cannot."
"Read about her person,
the written words
of an imp's tongue,
of a dead language."
Dead language...
I don't understand!
[April's voice] Read
what I cannot read.
Say... what I cannot say.
I can't...
I can't translate this.
Something "rise"?
Sunrise!
I think something "sunrise."
[sobbing]
[weeping bitterly]
[sobbing]
[clock ticking loudly]
[Rizz] I will fear no evil,
for you watch over me.
You forged me.
You knitted me together
in your womb.
[clock ticking]
In this day
in this hour
this moment...
I put my trust in you.
I don't know if this is
the right thing to do.
I don't really know anything.
I don't understand
what's happening to you,
but someone should be here.
Someone should be with you.
You shouldn't be alone.
I wish you were here.
[sniffling]
I wish you could tell me
what to do.
People.
[screaming]
[low pulsating]
[hissing] Can you smell Mommy?
Mom?
[coughing]
Udayi yami surya mukua gak
ira matara ghat!
[hissing tones crest and fade]
[eerie and melancholy
music playing]
[Rizz] April.
April...
April?
[choking breaths]
[long slow inhale]
[shuddering exhale]
[]
[sighing breaths]
April...
April?
[sobbing] Thank you.
[gasping and sobbing]
Thank you.
Thank you.
[]
[]
[April's voice]
Believe in the bad things,
the very bad
and evil things,
because they are real.
If you are lucky,
you can avoid them,
but you cannot run from them.
They have always been here,
and they will remain
long after me,
hunting the loneliness of heart.
I thought it could be stopped,
but I was wrong.
We carry the bad things
until they eat the life from us,
so mine is a story of death,
and it's
it's one of malice,
manipulation,
and... rebirth.
[]
[]
[]
[tones pulsing and rising]
[video tape clicking]
[rewinding]
[pausing and whirring]
[April] Sorry.
I'm still learning
how to work this thing.
[therapist] That's okay.
Take your time.
[April] Tape one.
Therapy session.
[therapist] Have you attempted
the techniques we spoke about?
[April, voice shaky]
The techniques are useless.
It won't stop.
Not tonight, not next week,
not in a month.
Then, when it decides,
it will take me!
[therapist] Take you where?
April, I promise you,
you cannot die
from sleep paralysis.
[low menacing rumble]
[soft choking gasps]
[gasping for breath]
[gasping in fear]
[sobbing in anguish]
[screaming]
[menacing tones reverberate]
[screaming]
[terrified screams echoing]
[]
[darkly eerie theme playing]
[]
[music fading]
I should have worn my Solomons.
Hey!
Hey, Rizz, what's the plan?
No plan.
What's it say?
It's nice.
"Crea algo
que dure para siempre."
"Create something
that lasts forever."
Cute.
The girl speaks
a thousand languages.
Just four,
five, if you include English,
but who would?
You know, at some point,
railroads run out of tracks.
Then I will find new tracks.
I didn't ask you to follow me.
I know.
Then go back.
Can we at least stop
for something to drink?
It's hot as balls.
Good idea.
[music playing,
eerie and melancholy]
[panting]
Run! [Laughing]
[]
[chain link clanking lightly]
[]
[Myles]
Just pull it, don't twist it.
Why is this so hard?
You're doing it wrong.
[popping can open]
Ugh! [Coughing]
Mm, that's disgusting.
Why do people drink this?
Never missed a class
in your life,
not a recital, a track meet,
or Sunday School,
and here you are,
thieving booze on the east side.
Yeah, I've been worse places.
Yeah? Like where?
The Keys? The Hamptons?
Give me one.
Okay...
[popping can open]
I like it.
Bullshit!
Sure, sure.
Football, lacrosse
[kissing] wrestling!
[exhaling]
Renowned high-school tomboy
Myles Whitlock Jr!
[imitating roaring crowd]
Aah! Aah! [Laughing]
Shut up.
[Rizz sighs]
[paper crinkling]
What's that thing you've been
dancing around all day?
Didn't even read it.
I just thought
you should have one.
Picking through my trash?
It's not trash.
Got any of my pubes
in your pocket?
Of course not.
Look, I think this was
a really bad idea...
Well, I don't!
I didn't want to go,
and I'm glad that I didn't.
What's the point?
[Myles] You say goodbye.
I already said goodbye.
I was the only one
who didn't get there on time.
My dad,
my sisters,
even my fucking Aunt Rose,
who she hated,
made it on time.
They all got to say goodbye
while she was still there
still a person
still fucking warm.
[]
I had to say goodbye
when she was cold,
ice cold,
when she was gray and bruised.
She...
She had blood
pooling from her ears.
I went to kiss her on the head
and had to run
to wash the feeling off my lips.
It's disgusting.
My own mom...
[sniffling]
and that's how I get
to remember her.
[sniffling]
[sighing]
[sniffling]
My mom is gone,
and I am done with goodbyes.
I'm sorry.
[sighing]
[sighing]
Give me another.
[sighing]
[popping can open]
[gasping]
[sniffling]
[phone buzzing]
Who is it?
[phone buzzing]
[quietly] Shit.
Whoa!
[gasping and chuckling]
Another, good sir.
Hey.
That's my beer.
I got it.
You can just set it down
and go get your own.
Thank you.
[popping can open]
[sighing]
Cheers.
[music playing,
sparse and unsettling]
[]
[music deepens,
forlorn and heavy with dread]
[]
I don't think we should be here
after dark.
You gotta be more like me.
Like the breeze.
Move easy.
The breeze?
I'm cutting you off.
You have no idea
where we are, do you?
East?
- East? East where?
- [laughing]
You've never been down here
in your life.
Like you have.
Actually, my cousin owns
one of those low-income places,
and my dad was born
a few blocks from here.
He says it's bad.
You never said.
You never asked.
Jesus!
Watch where you're going!
[Myles] You gotta be
more careful around here.
[Rizz] She came out of nowhere.
She's like the walking dead.
[wind gusting, breath-like]
[breathing echoing]
[distant dog barking]
[wind whispering]
[menacing tones rumble]
[menacing tones rise]
[door clicking shut]
[menacing tones grow]
[faint dripping]
[menacing tones swirl]
[clicking]
Last night was the worst so far.
Almost all night.
Eight hours.
The chest compressions
are unbearable.
They say
you can last ten days
without sleep.
I haven't slept
more than an hour
in weeks.
I cannot go much longer.
These tapes are my story.
When it takes me,
this is all that's left.
[sniffing]
What else is there to say?
I wonder who you are,
watching this.
You will know me
from these tapes,
but I will never know you.
You are a stranger to me,
but I'm so grateful
for your time.
[sniffling]
I think
this will be my final tape.
I cannot take any more
nights of torture.
I'm tired.
Inescapably tired.
[sniffling]
What you've watched
on these tapes
is what I have become.
I am defined by it
and what it did to my family.
I cannot work.
I cannot function outside.
[sniffling]
I have nothing,
and nobody... [crying]
But know that...
I was more than this.
[sniffling]
I was a child
a loved,
protected child
sheltered from this horror.
[sniffling]
I was a teenager,
an awkward teenager
who liked shitty music.
[chuckling]
[sniffling]
I like chocolate
and ice cream.
I like cigarettes,
coffee, and beer.
[sniffling]
I like plants and animals,
but it won't let me have them.
It hates the living.
[sniffling]
I like bad movies
and sci-fi books.
I like sea fog,
and swimming in the ocean.
I wish I could spend more time
at the beach.
I love my mom... [crying]
And grandma,
and I miss them so...
[sobbing]
I miss them terribly.
[sobbing]
[sparse and unsettling
music playing]
[sniffling]
[]
I thought I could find
the answer.
Study it.
Perhaps
it shouldn't be understood,
Perhaps it should be forgotten.
I-I don't know...
[sniffling]
but at least now
when it takes me,
it has no one else.
I'm the end of the line.
[sniffling]
So to you,
my last friend
believe in the bad things
the very bad
and evil things,
because they are real.
I have seen them,
and now,
so have you.
[sniffling]
[turning camera off]
[exhaling]
[wind gusting and swirling]
[floorboard creaking]
Speed kills, asshole!
You can't do that shit
down here.
You'll get us killed.
I gotta piss.
We should go.
Your dad
will be worried to death.
Sorry.
You're a real buzzkill.
Stop.
Huh?
Turn around.
You wanna see me pee, pervert?
[low menacing tones ringing]
[pills rattling]
[music tightens]
[]
[music pulsing]
[Rizz] You hungry?
I'm hungry.
I don't think there's anywhere
open around here.
Why don't we head back,
get delivery?
You can come back to my place
if you're not ready to go home.
I'm not going back,
not tonight.
What are you talking about?
You gonna sleep on a bench?
I've got, like,
10 missed calls from my mom.
If you answer that, I swear...
Rizz!
Go home, Myles.
I'm not leaving you down here.
I gotta do something.
Anything.
You're, like,
the busiest person I know.
That stuff?
The swimming, track,
piano, church...
It was all her,
all of it.
I don't actually know
if I like any of it.
She drives...
Drove me everywhere.
I don't even know
where half those places are.
I don't know who I...
[sighing]
I want to do other things.
Like what?
I don't know.
Go to a seedy bar,
get into a fight,
drive through the desert, and,
and party at some random
crappy hotel.
Smoke.
Eat from a vending machine.
Shoot a gun.
Milk a cow.
[laughing]
Get a fucking ankle tattoo.
I don't know.
Milk a cow?
[door slowly creaking open]
You don't understand.
[police sirens wailing]
Shit!
I told you we shouldn't
have stole those beers.
[sirens passing]
Live a little.
Whoa. What are you doing?
[disembodied whisper]
Excita me...
Rizz!
[low tones pulsing]
[disembodied voice exhaling]
[exhaling]
[pulsing tone increases]
[tones buzzing and crackling]
[whispering] Rizz!
What are you doing?
I don't think anyone's home.
[whispering] What? Who cares?
[shouting] Hey!
- Are you crazy?
- [hollering] Hello!
Oh, my god.
Please stop.
There's no one here.
They could be out.
There could be
an old person upstairs,
infirm, fucking terrified,
calling the cops.
Were you paying attention
out there?
It's a slum.
Half the places
are abandoned or burnt down.
There's no cops coming out here.
If this place is abandoned,
who owns all this shit?
It's called foreclosure,
dumb-ass.
In the next few years,
this entire neighborhood
will be condos.
[low tones reverberate]
[whispers swirl]
[sniffing]
[April's video plays]
I told you,
it wants me alone.
[therapist] And why
do you think that is?
[April, terrified]
Because it has a plan.
- See, someone lives here!
- Shh!
[April] It doesn't want
to be interfered with.
It won't stop.
Not tonight,
not next week,
not in a month,
then when it decides,
it will take me.
[therapist] Take you where?
[turning off TV]
We're leaving.
Look at all these things.
What are they?
Tiny little tapes?
Yeah. Yeah, tiny little tapes.
Now let's go.
Stop touching things!
What are we going to do
if the cops are called?
This is already trespassing
and breaking and entering,
and you want to add theft?
I'm not doing anything bad.
This is already bad, Rizz,
really bad!
If they catch us here,
they're not going to give us... me...
A slap on the wrist
and just send us home.
[low tones rumbling]
I'm calling my mom.
[quietly] Fuck...
[menacing tones roar]
[shallow gasping]
[panting in terror]
[breathing in gasps]
[floorboards creaking]
[long steady creaking]
[menacing rumble builds]
[sound stops abruptly]
[whimpering in fear]
[floorboards creaking closer]
[panting in terror]
[gasping]
[floorboards creaking]
[whispers swirl]
[gasping]
[gagging breaths]
[pulsating tones]
[pulsating tones speeding up]
[panting in terror]
[Myles]
Rizz, what are you doing?
[disembodied whisper]
Excita me...
[low menacing tones]
Rizz! Stop!
[terrified panting]
[Rizz]
It's the lady from the TV.
The lamp lady.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
We're fucked!
Uh...
I'm so sorry, ma'am.
We're leaving, right now.
We haven't touched anything,
and we're leaving.
Don't!
[April breathing rapidly]
Ma'am?
Are you okay?
[April panting]
Let's go fuck something else up,
anything
that won't get us arrested
for breaking and entering.
[April breathing
in choking gasps]
Ma'am?
Do you need help?
[panting, floorboards creaking]
[eerie tones ring]
Maybe we should call
an ambulance.
Huh? No.
You've been so jazzed
to use your phone all night.
Are you kidding?
They'll trace my number.
It's like a federal thing.
You got to stay on the line.
I'm calling my mom.
It was on, like, 30%.
Maybe she has a house phone?
They won't know who's calling.
Just ask for an ambulance
and hang up.
Maybe she's disabled,
and, like, a carer
will come by in the morning
or whatever, you know?
There's, like, a bunch
of medical bills downstairs.
[Rizz]
We can't just leave her here.
Look at her.
What if she dies?
You'd feel pretty shitty,
I know you would.
You panic over everything.
I'm pretty fucking panicked
right now!
Just check for a phone.
Fine, but don't do anything.
Ma'am, I'm gonna use
your phone, if that's cool.
[April breathes
in choking gasps]
It's going to be okay.
We're going to get help.
I'm sorry
if I was rude to you earlier
outside.
It's been a bit of a, um,
rough day
week.
Don't be scared.
[soft footsteps approach]
You're not alone.
There's no landline.
Help me get her up.
No. Aren't we
in enough trouble already?
Myles, help me.
How are we going to
get her downstairs?
Look at her.
What is she, like, 90 pounds?
[straining with effort]
[menacing buzzing tone strafes]
She weighs a ton.
[grunting with effort]
Come on, help me.
Shit.
[April's breathing
ragged, choking]
We're making it worse.
You're making it worse.
We cannot be caught here.
How will we explain this?
Rizz!
She's terrified!
Maybe someone did this to her.
Oh, fuck this.
She did it to herself.
She's a junkie.
What difference does that make?
This place is full of junkies.
She'll sleep it off.
We'll get help for her,
I promise.
We absolutely cannot stay here
a minute longer.
You know this.
Come on.
[gasping in fear]
"Hey, Dad, found this
strange woman on the east side.
Thought she could come
live with us."
[locked door rattles]
What the fuck?
[rattling handle]
This isn't right.
[Rizz] What is it?
Someone's out there.
[low tones pulsing menacingly]
[disembodied whisper]
Excita me...
[low pulsating rumble]
[Myles's voice muffled]
It's locked!
The back door's locked too!
Somebody's fucking with us!
They've locked us in here!
Hey! Let us out! We're sorry!
We didn't meant
to scare anybody!
Please! Let us out!
Please!
[kissing]
[menacing tones pulse]
[sniffling]
[Myles] It's like
everything is glued shut.
If only you'd seen her.
Can you help me, please?
I wasn't there for her
when she needed me.
Rizz, help me out here!
There's got to be
a key or something!
All those times
I was mean to her.
I didn't even ask her
how she was.
I didn't know.
There's something in this house.
I felt it upstairs.
I felt it before
in the hospital
something dead.
It's not going to let us out.
[Myles] What are you doing?
[April, on video]
It's left me with nothing.
I lost my job.
[tossing papers and pills]
I can't afford the therapist.
She doesn't believe me anyway.
Keeps saying "sleep paralysis."
She doesn't understand.
I don't blame her.
I didn't understand
when it took my grandma,
but I understood
when it took my mom.
[Myles] Turn it off.
I don't like it.
[April sniffling]
She thought
she could outrun it,
moving us
halfway around the world,
leaving my father
and my brothers behind.
[pouring drink]
But it followed us,
followed us here,
and tortured her until death.
She hung on so long,
much longer than I have.
She kept going day after day,
night after night
trying to stay with me
until the end.
It is unstoppable.
Once it took her,
it came for me.
It starts as a shadow,
an intruder.
It grows like a disease.
It grows in confidence,
physicality.
It became extremely physical,
poisoning my mind,
choking my body.
But... it ends with me.
No children.
No daughters.
I've made sure of it.
I'm...
I'm too tired
to fight it any longer.
Everything I've learned
is in these tapes.
I was so close.
I don't think I have
many nights left.
[Myles] Turn it off.
[static crackling]
[static crackling]
[pushing buttons]
[sniffling]
[floorboards creaking,
whispering hiss swirling]
[creaking and scratching
on floorboards]
[April whimpering]
[scratching against wood]
[clearing throat]
Hi.
I'm recording this at home.
Just me.
I can't afford the sessions.
She prescribed me the pills
and a spray
to help my breathing.
She says this will
stop me waking,
and stop me from remembering
my dreams.
She doesn't understand.
I take drugs anyway,
but I wake every night.
It starts at my legs...
I look at my toes,
and I cannot move them.
My body betrays me.
I become unmovable.
Then it comes.
Sometimes it creeps,
sometimes it comes
straight for my chest,
and
until I choke
an absent mass
smothering my lungs.
Then the shadow
reveals itself
grinning... an awful grin.
I can smell it.
It's a hateful thing,
a dead thing.
I can't defend myself.
I can't scream.
It does whatever it wants.
There's a big difference
between a waking nightmare
and a living nightmare.
[music surges]
[April gasping]
[floorboards creaking,
scratching wood]
[entity snarling]
[April whimpering faintly]
[hissing snarl]
[Myles screams] Aah! Fuck you!
It ripped it.
It-it ripped it...
out of my hands.
It's going to kill her.
It's going to kill us.
We have to help her, Myles.
I have to help her.
She's all alone up there,
afraid.
She said the answers
are in these tapes.
[cassettes clattering]
See? She was in therapy.
They didn't believe her.
It's not in her head.
What if it is her?
What if she's doing this?
Something's doing this to her.
Something here
in this house,
killing her.
We can find the answers
in these tapes.
Save her
save us.
[tape whirring]
My mom was wonderful.
Strong as a lion.
Fierce.
But
when she saw what it did
to my grandma,
she ran.
We went everywhere,
but lived nowhere.
It's just hard,
always moving,
always running,
a different school every year...
[menacing tones buzzing]
new teachers,
new language,
strange food,
no friends
always alone in the crowd.
I liked home,
but this is what mom wanted.
[rummaging through cassettes]
"Kanashibari."
"Sleep paralysis."
It wasn't even a term
until 1928,
but it is as old
as devil himself.
Fuseli painted this in 1780!
1780!
Right here.
That isn't R.E.M. sleep.
That isn't a dream.
A dream cannot break your ribs
and crush your chest.
No
that is a demon!
They knew it then.
I know it now.
It's... it's all in here.
They won't help me,
so I'm going to document it,
prove it, and destroy it!
See, Darwin, 1792
described a demon
upon the chest of a woman.
1851,
Melville wrote
of a phantom upon his bed.
Hardy, 1888,
suffocated in bed
beneath a demonic force.
That was no dream.
He was there.
Fitzgerald, Dickens,
they saw it, wrote it.
It's... it's all in here!
That's how I destroy it.
Know it.
Know it better than it knows me.
[rummaging through cassettes]
It's on one of these.
[low pulsing]
[faucet dripping]
[dripping]
[April] Last night
was the worst so far.
The chest compressions
are unbearable.
These tapes are my story...
[Myles] Shut that off.
[April] When she saw
what it did to my grandma...
[Myles, muffled] Turn it off!
[April]... she ran...
[tapes whirring]
It starts as a shadow,
an intruder...
She doesn't believe me anyway.
[Myles]
Please, please turn it off!
[April] She doesn't understand.
[tape whirring]
[April] I'm too tired
to fight it any longer.
Know it...
Know it better
than it knows me...
Everything I've learned
is in these tapes.
[Myles] That's enough!
No more tapes!
Why did you do that?
She was trying to help us!
Rizz, stop!
It's gotta be around here
somewhere.
It's important to her.
She'd keep it safe.
[floorboards creaking]
Why do you want
to help her so bad?
This isn't our problem!
Whatever's happening here
is happening to her, okay?
Maybe it is her!
Let's just wait it out
till morning.
Then there'll be people around,
and we can signal
to them, outside,
normal people!
Stop!
For one minute,
can you just stop?
Myles, get off me!
You need to stop and breathe!
Get off!
[panting]
Oh, there it is.
I'm sorry I grabbed you.
Make yourself useful.
Take a look at this.
What is all that?
[Rizz] Proof.
Listen to this.
"The attacks were as unexpected
as they were fatal
and mysterious.
30 victims,
all of them young and healthy,
were stricken
in the middle of the night,
"dying in agony."
"The deaths occur at night
when the victims are sleeping."
Some have been found
gasping for breath,
and then
"they die."
Whatever this thing is,
it's not going to stop
until she's dead.
She's barely holding on.
She was trying
to find a way to stop it.
Okay, let's assume that
that isn't the ramblings
of a lunatic.
What does it want with us?
I mean, if it wants to kill her,
why keep us here?
Why not let us leave?
[Rizz] I don't know.
[Myles] Leave it alone.
Some of this is in Latin...
Japanese...
French.
I can translate most of it.
I don't do stuff
like this, Rizz.
Every day, I eat cereal
from the same bowl.
I ride my bike to school
because I like to listen
to my stories,
and I eat the same thing
for lunch every day.
Fish tacos.
Yeah,
because they remind me
of Mexico.
[turning pages]
I still watch wrestling
twice a week,
even though I told everyone
I stopped in the eighth grade.
I eat my dinner at home
because it makes me feel safe,
and I like going to bed early.
That's who I am, okay?
I'm dull, and I'm boring,
and I'm not ready
for this kind of shit.
I want to go home.
I want us to go home.
Where's
the seasoned beer drinker?
My dad lets me have
one small glass on Sundays.
He says it'll give me
an appreciation for alcohol.
You know,
we only ever hang out
at your place,
always at home,
never at school.
I suspect it's because
we're neighbors,
and it's convenient for you.
You're anything but
convenient for me.
I'd do anything
to hang out with you.
Anything.
Pretend to like skating.
I bought those Dunk Low Pandas.
They don't even have
ankle support.
I helped you film
those stupid dance videos
you know are jerked-off to
by a bunch of 40-year-old men.
When's my birthday?
When is my birthday?
January.
It's Valentine's Day!
How hard is that to remember?
Two cards on the same day
that you don't even have to buy!
Who cares about birthdays?
[quietly] What?
It's only a fucking
birthday, Myles.
My mom just died.
That woman up there
is not your mom, Rizz.
[low tone reverberates]
Have you been waiting for this?
For something to happen to me
so you can swoop in?
My mother's death
has nothing to do with you!
You can't have it!
She isn't some weird substitute.
Getting her out of here
won't make up for it.
You weren't there
because you were too afraid
to face the fact
that she was dying.
She'd been sick since Christmas,
in and out of the hospital
for weeks!
What did you think
was happening?
At least your sisters
could see it.
You didn't miss it, Rizz,
you ran away from it,
and then today,
you ran away again!
You ran into this fucking house,
so stop running
and go fucking home!
Get away from me.
Leave me alone.
[floorboards creaking]
[hissing]
[terrified panting]
[entity snarling]
[Rizz] Give it back!
[Myles] No!
Not until morning!
You have to stop this!
Can't you just sit?
Just sit with me for a minute?
You have to ignore all of this!
This is about her, up there,
not us.
We can just wait it out
together, down here.
[menacing tones rise]
[struggling]
[clawing silently]
Myles?
What is it?
What's happening?
[strangled gasp]
What? What is it?
[gasping for air]
[Rizz] Are you okay?
[Myles panting and gasping]
[wheezing breaths]
I'm going to kick
that fucking door down.
[door creaking open]
[menacing tones rise]
[door slamming]
- [pounding] Rizz!
- Myles!
Myles!
Don't leave me here!
I can't get back in!
[struggling with handle]
[gasping]
I'm sorry
I missed your birthday.
Like, pretty much all of them.
That's okay.
No, it's not.
I'm just so busy, you know?
That's not an excuse, I just...
I don't feel
in control of anything.
I'm pushed from this place
to that,
school, track, study, piano,
study, French, study...
[sobbing]
Now she's gone,
and I can't tell her any of it.
I can't tell her to shove piano.
I can't tell her to fuck off.
I can't tell her
that I love her, and I need her,
and I can't sleep knowing
she's not in the next room.
[eerie, melancholy
music playing]
I'm fucking tired, Myles.
I think I'm ready
to go home now.
I'll get you home, okay?
I'll get you home,
and your dad will be waiting,
and he won't be mad,
and we'll order a shit-ton
of fried chicken,
the real nasty stuff,
and we'll drink Jarritos,
because beer
does taste like shit.
[laughing sadly]
We passed a gas station
on the way here.
No, no, no, no.
I'll run,
and I'll be back
in, like, 10 minutes.
I'll call my mom,
or I'll charge my cell,
and my dad will come get us,
and this will all be over.
I will come back for you, Rizz.
Be quick, okay?
[menacing tones pulse]
[gasping]
[Rizz] Myles?
[banging on door]
[screaming] Myles! Myles!
[banging urgently]
Rizz, I love...
[cracking sharply]
[tones blare]
[Rizz screams] Myles!
[screaming] What did you do?
What did you do?
[crying] Myles...
My Myles...
Tell me what to do!
Tell me!
What do I do?
[crying] What do I do?
[sobbing]
[wet slurping]
[gasping]
[wet crunching]
[whimpering in fear]
Mommy's gone.
Can you taste her?
[gasping in terror]
[April gagging softly]
What is it?
Are you okay?
[April chokes]
"Excita me."
Excita me?
"Wake me up."
Wake up. Wake up!
Wake up...
Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!
Why aren't you waking up?
Wake the fuck up!
Wake up!
[sobbing] Wake up.
Please...
[gasping]
[panting]
[screaming]
[Rizz coughs]
[choking]
[coughing]
[gasping]
[screaming in terror]
[dull thud]
[heart rate monitor
beeping steadily]
[static crackling]
[monitor beeping steadily]
[whispering]
[monitor beeping steadily]
[whispering]
[monitor beeping]
[monitor beeping]
[flat lining]
[Rizz] Mom?
[April] I wonder who you are,
watching this.
I will never know you.
You're a stranger to me,
but I'm so grateful
to have your time.
I think this will be
my final tape.
I can't go much longer.
The torture night.
So to you,
my last friend
believe in bad things,
the very bad
and evil things
because they are real.
I've seen them,
and now,
so have you.
I know what it is now.
An incubus.
A Lilin.
They've been doing this
for as long as we've been here.
Longer.
It is an ancient primeval chaos.
I see you.
I know what you are.
"My angry ghost
arising from the deep
shall haunt thee waking
and disturb thy sleep."
"Can you laugh indignant
at the schemes
of magic terrors
and visionary dreams,
the nightly goblin
of imps of hell,
the shadow things'
enchanting spell"?
[whispering] Spell...
[April's voice] Page 20.
[April speaks firmly] Page 20.
"Tormented by a wanton incubus,
abused for six years,
set upon
with incredible lust..."
"How gladly would I go
out of this woman,
for I am sorely tormented
in her.
How gladly would I go out,
but cannot."
"Read about her person,
the written words
of an imp's tongue,
of a dead language."
Dead language...
I don't understand!
[April's voice] Read
what I cannot read.
Say... what I cannot say.
I can't...
I can't translate this.
Something "rise"?
Sunrise!
I think something "sunrise."
[sobbing]
[weeping bitterly]
[sobbing]
[clock ticking loudly]
[Rizz] I will fear no evil,
for you watch over me.
You forged me.
You knitted me together
in your womb.
[clock ticking]
In this day
in this hour
this moment...
I put my trust in you.
I don't know if this is
the right thing to do.
I don't really know anything.
I don't understand
what's happening to you,
but someone should be here.
Someone should be with you.
You shouldn't be alone.
I wish you were here.
[sniffling]
I wish you could tell me
what to do.
People.
[screaming]
[low pulsating]
[hissing] Can you smell Mommy?
Mom?
[coughing]
Udayi yami surya mukua gak
ira matara ghat!
[hissing tones crest and fade]
[eerie and melancholy
music playing]
[Rizz] April.
April...
April?
[choking breaths]
[long slow inhale]
[shuddering exhale]
[]
[sighing breaths]
April...
April?
[sobbing] Thank you.
[gasping and sobbing]
Thank you.
Thank you.
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[April's voice]
Believe in the bad things,
the very bad
and evil things,
because they are real.
If you are lucky,
you can avoid them,
but you cannot run from them.
They have always been here,
and they will remain
long after me,
hunting the loneliness of heart.
I thought it could be stopped,
but I was wrong.
We carry the bad things
until they eat the life from us,
so mine is a story of death,
and it's
it's one of malice,
manipulation,
and... rebirth.
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