Lady in the Urn (2025) Movie Script
(intro music)
(soft music)
[Patty] I've been here
long after they moved on,
long after they thought I was gone.
See, I was killed here,
but I never left.
I'm still here, watching,
waiting in the shadows.
I'm the true owner of this place.
The one who died here holds the title,
(suspenseful music)
Not the living who come and go.
(suspenseful music)
They think they're just passing through,
borrowing what's mine.
But I own every brick,
every corner,
every whisper of this house.
And now I'm tired of waiting.
I've been patient,
silently lurking in the dark.
But enough is enough.
(bag thudding)
(soft music)
That funeral felt longer
than it should have.
(zipper whooshing)
Yeah. That's what two
hours of silence will do.
(soft music)
Want tea?
Or something stronger?
(soft music)
Tea.
I'm too wiped for whiskey.
- [Niv] Okay.
Still doesn't feel real.
Like, mom's gone
and I'm folding laundry.
Hey, hey.
You don't have to unpack
tonight, it can wait.
(paper ruffling)
(soft music)
I just keep like expecting her to call.
Like to tell me, "Sharon,
have you never packed dinner?"
And.
(Sharon sniffles)
Hey. It's gonna be okay.
(door knocking)
Who's that?
I don't know.
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
Thomas, everything okay?
Miss Sharon and Niv,
sorry to bother you so late.
I owe you an apology for
trespassing while you were gone.
Trespassing?
I didn't mean to.
I heard noises coming from your place,
lights flicking on and off.
So I thought maybe someone broke in.
I checked around.
Checked around, how?
Just outside the windows.
I knocked, but no one answered.
I looked through the living room window
and saw someone sitting there.
Sitting, sorry, sitting where?
That chair.
(eerie music)
Thomas, no one was home.
We don't have a sitter
and no one has keys.
I know what I saw.
Someone was right there.
He just.
(Thomas sighs)
Still, I knocked again,
got no answer, so I left.
Didn't wanna overstep what I already had.
Okay.
Yeah. Thanks for telling us.
You wanna come in?
Grab a drink?
Oh, no, I shouldn't.
Come on Thomas, you
look a little spooked.
Yeah, okay, yeah.
That's right.
- Yeah.
(hand patting)
(suspenseful music)
(door knocking)
(suspenseful music)
(door knocking)
(suspenseful music)
(light flickers)
So what?
This person was just in our apartment,
like sitting on the chair?
I know it sounds crazy,
but I didn't stick
around to figure it out.
I'm sorry, I should have called.
You should have called the cops.
I didn't see any break in.
No locks were busted, nothing.
Just the lights, the noises
and that figure.
Okay.
Say you did see something.
What was it like a trick of the light?
Shadows, maybe?
- Maybe. But it felt like.
- [Sharon] Strange?
- No, no.
Like deja vu.
(suspenseful music)
Are there a lot of break-ins here?
(Thomas chuckles)
This apartment has a history.
History of what?
Strange happenings.
Okay. Well thanks for letting us know.
We'll keep an eye out.
[Thomas] Yeah, I'm only a stone's throw.
Yeah.
Sorry again.
(footsteps thudding)
(door opens)
Yeah.
- Have a good night.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
You too. Thank you.
- Thank you.
(suspenseful music)
(Niv sighs)
He's a little paranoid,
but he means well.
Strange happenings?
Paranoid or not, he saw something.
Yeah.
Let's look around.
(glass thudding)
Yeah, we can.
(Niv sighs)
(Sharon sighs)
(suspenseful music)
(keys jingling)
(suspenseful music)
[Niv] Locks are fine.
(keys jingling)
Nothing's missing.
What about my jewelry?
[Niv] Yeah. No jewelry's here too.
My underwear?
[Niv] Underwear? Are you serious?
Yeah. Sometimes night
suckers like to take them
like souvenirs.
Okay. Now who's the paranoid one?
(soft music)
You think Mom's messing with us?
Sylvia was a prankster,
but hauntings, that's a
bit much, even for her,
don't you think?
Come on, let's go to bed.
(suspenseful music)
You believe him about the figure?
I believe he thinks he saw something.
Doesn't mean it was real.
(wood creaking)
You heard that?
Yeah.
(suspenseful music)
(covers whooshing)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
Maybe it was the pipes.
[Niv] Yeah. You know,
the place is settling.
Old buildings and all.
(suspenseful music)
I forgot we haven't welcomed her yet.
[Niv] She's not going anywhere.
Welcome to your new home, mom.
(soft music)
It's only temporary,
but you're a welcomed guest.
(soft music)
Good night, mom.
(suspenseful music)
Hey, let's go to sleep. Come on.
(soft music)
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
You must be Sharon.
- [Sharon] You must be-
- I live here.
(suspenseful music)
I'll live here, long after you leave.
(suspenseful music)
You have something for me.
(suspenseful music)
Something you don't know what to do with.
(ghost whispering)
(suspenseful music)
(Sharon yelling)
(Sharon coughing)
(Patty laughing)
(Sharon screaming)
(Sharon exhaling)
(suspenseful music)
(light flickers)
(suspenseful music)
That creak last night, it sounded close
like it was right here in this room.
Old floor, Sharon.
They make noise, you know this.
It wasn't the floor, it's
like it felt deliberate.
What if it's her?
Mom in the urn?
(Niv sighs)
You think Sylvia's haunting us?
Come on.
She'd be rearranging her spice
rack, not creaking around.
She'd hate the spice rack,
but like, I don't know.
It's weird, right?
Like Thomas seeing someone, the noises.
Yeah.
Hey, by the way,
(keys jingling)
Where did these come from?
It was strange, I
found 'em on the shelf.
Is there a name on them?
(suspenseful music)
Mrs. Harris?
Our landlady.
Yeah. You don't think,
could she have been in our home?
When did you find these?
When we got back after the funeral.
(keys jingling)
Well, I don't wanna think, but,
yeah, it seems like she
was in our apartment
while we were gone.
Man.
What could she possibly want?
Well, she could have
like cleaned up the place.
Maybe that's who Thomas saw.
Just like in the rocking
chair, just sitting there.
Ah, let's just wait for her
to see if she comes back for them.
I mean, it's not like she stole anything.
- [Sharon] Hey.
- Not much to steal.
Okay.
Hey?
You're stressed.
Okay, grief does that,
it plays tricks.
(mouth kissing)
Okay?
I got that meeting.
You okay with staying here?
Yeah. I'll find something
to do with myself.
(suspenseful music)
(hand opening)
(suspenseful music)
Mom, if you're in there, give me a sign.
(Patty laughing)
(suspenseful music)
(hand closing)
(urn thudding)
(suspenseful music)
There,
closer to me.
(finger tapping)
(finger tapping)
(wood creaking)
(Niv sighs)
What?
Listen.
(wood creaking)
It's in here with us.
(Niv sighs)
(suspenseful music)
Niv look.
(suspenseful music)
[Niv] Okay.
That's not normal.
It's the urn.
It's mom, she's visiting us.
- Sharon, we don't know.
- No Niv.
The noises, the figure
Thomas saw, and now this?
(suspenseful music)
It's her.
Come on.
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(Niv sighs)
(suspenseful music)
(hand opening)
(suspenseful music)
See? It's just ashes.
Nothing weird.
Why does it feel wrong?
(suspenseful music)
Sharon this thing it's messing with you.
It's messing with us.
You have to get rid of it.
No, it's my mom, I
can't just throw her away.
No, no, no, no, not throw her away.
Scatter her,
somewhere she loved.
The park,
the lake, somewhere peaceful.
Maybe later this week. I need time.
Yeah, fine.
(hand closing)
(lid clanking)
Let's just move it, okay?
Just to be safe.
(Niv sighs)
(footsteps thudding)
(urn thudding)
[Sharon] You think that'll stop it?
I think that we should go to bed.
We'll figure it out tomorrow.
(urn thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
(Sharon coughing)
- Niv?
- [Niv] What?
(Niv coughing)
What the hell?
(suspenseful music)
(hand twisting)
(both coughing)
It's her, I told you.
We didn't touch the
stove last night, did we?
(suspenseful music)
All right whatever, let's
just go get some air.
(suspenseful music)
(Sharon coughing)
(suspenseful music)
(Niv coughing) Whoa.
Where did you come from?
You scared the hell outta me.
I'm sorry, I was just walking by.
You really are a Peeping Tommy.
Okay, okay calm down.
Excuse us we're just
trying to get some air.
Oh yes, of course, of course.
What's the problem?
Are you guys okay?
- No.
- I smell gas.
Something is seriously wrong, Thomas.
We think it's the urn
with my mom's ashes.
Like weird stuff has been happening
since we brought it back.
Like what?
(door swinging)
Noises at night.
The sofa cushion can press
like someone sat there
and now the stove.
Gas on, no flame.
(suspenseful music)
Are you sure, you didn't
leave it on last night?
I didn't touch it, what did I cook?
Nothing. As usual.
(Thomas chuckles)
(suspenseful music)
I've heard stories before about objects
holding onto something, spirits maybe.
It's my mom.
I know it sounds crazy, but it's her.
Or it's this place.
You know, bad pipes, faulty wiring.
Why don't I take the urn?
Just for a night.
See if things calm down.
(suspenseful music)
Okay.
Be careful with it.
(suspenseful music)
I will.
Come on. I'll walk you out.
(suspenseful music)
I only wanna help.
(suspenseful music)
You will be fine.
Thanks Thomas.
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(door closes)
(suspenseful music)
I feel like you're not on my side.
(suspenseful music)
I'm always on your side.
(suspenseful music)
But we've been through
this before, remember?
You seeing things?
Hallucinations?
Are you still taking your meds?
I knew it.
You won't let that go.
You keep hanging it over
my head like a noose.
This is different.
I know you feel it too.
Okay. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I love you.
I won't bring it up again. Okay.
I love you too.
(mouth kissing)
It's quiet.
It's too quiet.
- Yeah.
Maybe you were right.
I mean, I don't wanna say it is,
but it could be the urn.
Don't look so relieved.
(Niv chuckles)
I'm not crazy.
- All right.
I'm not as crazy as you think.
(soft music)
(Niv sighs)
(suspenseful music)
What is it?
Nothing, it was just Thomas.
Scared me.
Yeah, he's good at that.
(door knocking)
Hi Sharon.
(footsteps thudding)
How are you?
- Hey.
- Yeah?
Yeah.
(urn thudding)
[Thomas] So how was last night?
Better.
Happy to say it was uneventful, you?
Yeah. No noises at my place.
Nothing weird.
[Sharon] That's good.
Thank you for watching over it.
(Thomas sighs)
Are you sure you want this back?
I mean, if it is haunted,
it wants you, not me.
Of course I do, everything will be fine.
It's better to be safe than sorry.
Why don't we lay her rest?
Send her off?
I will.
We will.
Sooner than later I hope.
So my moms urn, it's haunted?
What are we gonna do with it?
(suspenseful music)
I don't know.
Maybe keep her in a safe place.
Anywhere but here.
(suspenseful music)
We'll figure it out.
Let's just live with it.
(suspenseful music)
Okay. Sure.
(suspenseful music)
Have a nice night.
- Yeah.
(suspenseful music)
(hands thudding)
(Niv sighs)
(suspenseful music)
[Niv] You haven't eaten
or drank anything all day.
I'm not hungry.
Do you smell that?
(nose sniffling)
No. Nothing.
What? Maybe the drain is clogged?
(suspenseful music)
(ghost whispering)
(suspenseful music)
[Ghost] Help me.
(Sharon panting)
(suspenseful music)
(Niv sighs)
(suspenseful music)
Sharon?
(suspenseful music)
Sharon?
(suspenseful music)
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
What are you doing, Sharon?
I don't know.
How'd I get here?
Come back to bed. Please. Come on.
(suspenseful music)
(spoon clanking)
You didn't sleep last night, did you?
- I'm fine.
- No, you're not.
(suspenseful music)
Okay, you're different.
(cup thudding)
Ever since the urn came here.
Okay. I'm calling Ashley,
you need someone else
to talk.
- I don't need anyone
I'm not leaving this place.
(suspenseful music)
Do you remember last
summer on that cruise?
With the girl?
Security came to take her away,
but her parents stopped them?
Next morning she went missing.
She didn't go missing, she jumped.
(suspenseful music)
Yes.
But if her parents hadn't stopped them,
maybe she would be alive today.
So let me get you some help,
because I'm not qualified to help you.
Sharon, are you listening to me?
(suspenseful music)
Hey Sharon?
(hand yanking)
(Niv panting)
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
So?
(suspenseful music)
You think your mom's
ashes are haunting you?
It's not just the ashes.
It's like this place.
The noises, the smell,
the feeling like she's here.
Oh, Sharon, I mean,
you just lost your mom.
And grief can-
It's not grief.
She's leaving me clues.
Clues to what?
She's not herself Ash.
She won't eat.
Won't leave the apartment.
(Niv sighs)
Okay.
(hands clapping)
Dumb question.
What if we just take
the urn somewhere else
just for like a little while?
No! She stays.
(suspenseful music)
I've tried.
(suspenseful music)
Look.
(footsteps thudding)
We're here for you.
But this,
this is scaring me.
(suspenseful music)
Oh!
(urn thudding)
(suspenseful music)
Sharon, you look exhausted.
I can tell that you haven't
eaten or slept or showered.
I'm fine.
I don't need you babysitting
me my little Lily.
(suspenseful music)
We're not babysitting
you, we're just worried.
Ash, come here.
Come.
(footsteps thudding)
Have you seen anything like this before?
I mean, I've seen some
weird stuff in my retreats,
but nothing like this.
Does she remind you of anyone?
Yeah. Her mother.
She called me her little lily
and her mom was the
only person in the world
that has ever called me that.
She's even starting to smell like her.
Oh, I get it.
(suspenseful music)
You two want me out of the way.
How long have you been
sneaking around behind my back?
- Sharon?
- No, don't lie to me.
I see how you two look at each other
like you think I'm crazy, but I know.
No, Sharon, we're just trying
to help you-
[Sharon] Get out!
Both of you, just leave me alone.
- Sharon.
- Come on, let's just go.
Okay. We can't reason with her.
- We're gonna be back.
- No, get out.
Both of you, just leave me alone.
Sharon.
We're gonna be back. Okay?
I love you.
(suspenseful music)
I love you.
Okay, I love you.
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
(door closes)
(glass shatters)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
(metal banging)
(suspenseful music)
Okay, I don't know who
you think that is Niv
that is not your girlfriend.
(sirens wailing)
(suspenseful music)
Yeah. No you got that right.
God, the urn has
legitimately changed her.
(suspenseful music)
You need help, like professional help.
Like a psychic.
[Niv] A psychic, really?
Not a psych ward?
Okay. Maybe a priest.
I'm serious, do you have a better idea?
I mean, she's acting crazy.
She's accusing us of an
affair and throwing stuff.
I mean, come on.
Whatever's in that urn is not just grief.
(suspenseful music)
Yep. Fine.
(suspenseful music)
We need to find someone fast.
(sirens wailing)
Do you know anyone?
(sirens wailing)
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
Okay.
(suspenseful music)
What about all that power
of Christ compels you stuff?
It's that serious.
She's acting possessed.
It's like something's,
like taken over her body.
Something not from this realm.
You said she brought home an urn.
Describe it.
Her mom's ashes are inside.
And the urn itself,
give me a description of the urn.
It's ceramic
with these gold swirls around it.
Swirls.
Is there anything else?
The gold is swirling
around these black sections,
almost like black ink.
(suspenseful music)
It's probably not real gold.
Or is it real gold?
It could be gilded with gold.
(suspenseful music)
Swirls can be random,
but they can often depict an image.
(suspenseful music)
I'll be happy to look at it for you.
(suspenseful music)
See,
(throat clearing)
Objects hold energy.
(suspenseful music)
It can be benevolent
or malevolent.
(suspenseful music)
It's influencing her and
it's feeding on her grief.
Can you help her?
(suspenseful music)
I can try.
(suspenseful music)
I'll need to see the urn, feel its energy,
feel if spirit is bound.
And then we can cleanse
it, we can release it.
(suspenseful music)
How much?
It's 2000 for the visit
(suspenseful music)
And another 3000 if a ritual is needed.
(Niv sighs)
This is literally all I have.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(door opens)
Oh, you brought a guest.
How lovely.
Her hands Niv, she slit her wrists.
What?
Hey, hey.
(suspenseful music)
No, it's not her wrist.
She just cut her fingertips.
Sharon,
this is Madam Melina.
She's here to help.
(suspenseful music)
Sharon?
No, dear, I'm mother.
You know that.
Mother is it?
I'm here to talk, may I sit?
Of course, dear.
Make yourself at home.
(suspenseful music)
(stones thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(match lighting)
(suspenseful music)
(candle thudding)
Do you smell that?
Yeah. Like rotting flesh.
(suspenseful music)
Mother, you seem comfortable here.
Can you tell me why you're staying?
I'm needed here.
Isn't that why you're here?
We're all needed for
one reason or another.
Sharon, you're not your mom.
And we brought the urn
back from her funeral.
(suspenseful music)
Funeral?
I remember you dropping
flowers on me. Sweet.
(suspenseful music)
Now there's going to be a
funeral for a girl who died
a year ago to this very day.
A year ago today?
Can you explain?
Can you give me a name?
A life was taken, right
here in this very apartment.
Stabbed, asphyxiated, left to bleed out.
Her name was Patty.
(suspenseful music)
Okay, I believe you.
Niv, did you know there was a murder here?
No.
(suspenseful music)
So you discovered a murder.
Can you, explain how it happened
or dare I ask the name of the murderer?
(suspenseful music)
What was that?
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
(sewer boiling)
Something's trying to surface.
An uninvited a guest.
(sewer boiling)
(metal clanking)
Oh!
(suspenseful music)
(Ashley gags)
(suspenseful music)
What is,
is that?
(Ashley gags)
It's her.
(suspenseful music)
(Ashley gags)
Oh my God.
She's still here.
(suspenseful music)
I'm calling the landlady.
(suspenseful music)
(door knocking)
(suspenseful music)
(door knocking)
(footsteps thudding)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
(door swinging)
(suspenseful music)
You are saying the sink had teeth?
That sounds disturbing.
That's not all.
(suspenseful music)
Sharon, she said something about
a missing girl from here
(suspenseful music)
About a year ago,
named Patty.
(suspenseful music)
There was a tenant, Patty Grayson.
Whiny little thing.
Went missing this time last year.
Police searched, found nothing.
Assumed she skipped town.
You just decided not to tell us?
No evidence of foul play.
She left this place a total dump.
Some tenants cause trouble
and don't clean up after themselves.
I was glad to see her go.
Sorry, what's that supposed to mean?
Nothing, just people leave stuff behind.
Place was clean when you moved in.
Didn't think it was any of your concern.
(suspenseful music)
Spirit disagrees.
(suspenseful music)
I'll check the record,
see if there's anything else.
Before you leave,
you might want your keys back.
(suspenseful music)
How those get there?
(keys jingling)
(footsteps thudding)
Oh, there's your uninvited guest.
(suspenseful music)
(door closes)
(suspenseful music)
Hey, Sharon? Sharon?
Hey, look at me.
You are not her. Okay?
Please, Sharon.
I'm sorry dear.
Sharon's resting.
(suspenseful music)
She needs the purification
now before it's too late.
(suspenseful music)
Okay.
(suspenseful music)
(Ashley sighs)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(match lighting)
(suspenseful music)
Okay listen, you two.
Once I start the prayer, I cannot stop.
It's imperative that I'm
not interrupted, okay?
I must not stop
by any means.
If someone wants to walk through
that door, you stop them.
If this place was to catch on fire,
you put it out.
(suspenseful music)
Ready?
Okay.
Hold her down.
Hold her down, is she gonna levitate?
Would you be surprised?
God and Father of our Lord,
I appeal to your holy name.
Humbly begging your kindness
that graciously grant me
and help against this
in every unclean spirit.
Now tormenting this creature
of yours through evil spirits.
And I rebuke you
in the name of the Spirit.
(dramatic music)
I command you, unclean spirit.
(wind whooshing)
(suspenseful music)
Whoever you are,
along with all your minions now attacking
this servant of God by the
mysteries of the incarnation.
Passion, the resurrection,
and the ascension of our Lord Jesus.
By the dissent of the Holy Spirit,
by coming of our Lord for
judgment that you tell me
by some sign, your name
and the day, and hour
of your departure.
(suspenseful music)
And I command you, moreover,
to obey to the latter,
I, who am a minister of
God despite my worthiness.
Nor shall you be emboldened
to harm in any way
this created creature of God
(urn thudding)
Or the bystanders,
or any of their possessions.
(suspenseful music)
(Madam Elena panting)
May the blessing of the Almighty God,
Father, Son, and Spirit
come upon you
and remain with you forever.
Amen.
(chair creaking)
Amen.
That went better than expected.
(Ashley sighs)
What's next?
Next?
Is that it?
She's healed? She's cleansed?
Not exactly.
That was a minor exorcism.
What she needs, what she actually
needs is a major exorcism.
You gotta be kidding me.
- I,
- Okay.
Let's run it again, let's
take the gloves off this time.
Let's go.
- I'm afraid
it needs preparation.
It needs commitment.
It needs the Holy Spirit to come back in.
(Ashley sighs)
This isn't gonna end well, is it?
(suspenseful music)
I'm afraid not.
Spirit has ulterior motives
and until we know what those motives are,
I'm sorry, but we can't help her.
(suspenseful music)
No, no.
We can't stop. Okay.
I won't stop.
I'll die if I have to.
I'm not gonna let that happen. Okay?
Just keep her calm.
All right?
(suspenseful music)
You gotta keep her calm because
the spirit,
it might not be her mother.
(suspenseful music)
Oh, she's gotta be kidding.
(suspenseful music)
Ash, give me your phone.
(suspenseful music)
(hand thudding)
(suspenseful music)
I assure you
there are no mix up.
The ashes were processed
with strict protocol.
That is Sylvia Strong's urn.
You're sure?
There's no way it could
be someone else's ashes?
No. We handle one cremation at a time.
It's her.
Undoubtedly sealed with confirmation.
Okay. Wait,
Do you have proof of that?
Yes, of course.
Okay. I'm gonna have to see that.
I know it's late, but I'm
coming over right now.
I'm only a couple of cities
away, so I'll see you soon.
No, no. It's after business hours.
We can't leave her alone.
Madam Melina said that
we have to stay here
and distract her and keep
her calm until she gets back.
I'm going.
You're gonna stay.
- No Niv.
I am not.
I am not staying with her.
You have to, okay.
I'll be right back, okay?
I just need to bring the urn with me.
And how the hell are you gonna do that?
You said it yourself,
distract her.
God!
This is too much.
Hey Sharon honey,
Let me put your hands,
they look pretty bad.
(suspenseful music)
I won't let you take it.
(suspenseful music)
If you take it, you will lose me forever.
I will do it.
Do you hear me you little tramp?
(suspenseful music)
Okay. Okay. You win.
Okay, I won't touch to urn.
Please, do not hurt Sharon.
(suspenseful music)
Do you still want me to stay?
No, of course not.
Come on, let's go.
(footsteps thudding)
Is she gonna be okay?
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
As for now, it seems like
all she cares about is the urn,
so let's go.
(suspenseful music)
(door closes)
(suspenseful music)
Okay. So you said there
was no mix up with the urn.
I'm sorry, there has to be an explanation
for what's happening.
Let's start at the beginning.
The deceased Miss Sylvia Strauson.
Passed at the 13th of this month
at the Baptist Hospital.
We pick her up from
there and we get it here.
We tag her, pardon me,
we process her.
On the 20th
on the 20th.
On the 20th, we cremated her
and gave her the identification of 1212,
you'll find on the bottom of the urn.
Okay, 1212.
Ash, remember that.
And that's it?
No letters or anything, just numbers?
Look, our process is air tight.
One body at a time.
Seal it.
Double check.
1212, it's her identification
for cremation number.
Like I say, you can always find
it in the bottom of the urn.
And we will be contacting
the police if you're wrong.
Alright. Okay.
Thank you.
Thank you.
(door opens)
(door opens)
(hand banging)
(suspenseful music)
Hey? You two okay?
You look like you've seen a ghost.
Oh, close enough, come in, Thomas.
We gotta talk about something.
Is it about the urn thing?
I heard yelling all day.
Yeah, it's worse than
you think, just come on.
Come on.
(door closes)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
Okay.
There is something
seriously wrong with Sharon.
She's gotten worse.
We tried a cleansing on her earlier.
Wait, wait.
Did you say a cleansing?
Like an exorcism?
No. No. Like a...
Yes. Okay, she was possessed, okay.
Anyways, we should have never
taken that urn back from you.
(suspenseful music)
Now she's claiming to be her deceased mom.
And even worse, she's
threatening to kill herself
if I take away the urn.
And there's more,
she's claiming to know
about the missing girl
who lived here before us.
(suspenseful music)
Wait.
She mentioned Patty, the one who was
(throat clearing)
Killed?
- Yeah.
How well did you know her?
Was it true that she was killed, here?
Hold on.
(suspenseful music)
How do you know she was killed?
Nobody knows what happened to her,
even the landlord thinks
that she just went missing
without a trace.
But yet, here you are, being
the only person in here
to know that she was murdered.
Well, I figured as much.
I mean, she was always
talking about the occult.
Life after death and the sorts.
So when she went missing,
it's only reasonable
to suggest that someone killed her.
(suspenseful music)
She killed herself.
If you know anything
about that girl's disappearance
or murder as you put it,
now might be the time to speak up.
(suspenseful music)
That's not Sharon.
That's someone else.
(suspenseful music)
You've seen some stuff here before.
(suspenseful music)
Anything else we should know?
About this apartment?
No, no, no, no, just
the noises, the lights,
the figure in the chair.
I mean, at first I thought I was paranoid,
but now I'm not so sure.
(suspenseful music)
Sharon, hey.
You have help coming, okay?
Sharon, if we're still in there, hold on.
We're going to fix this.
(suspenseful music)
The past has a cruel way of
unearthing itself, doesn't it?
You're all treading on dangerous ground.
(suspenseful music)
Unearthing memories that
are better left attuned.
(suspenseful music)
I'll take my leave.
(suspenseful music)
There's some truths,
(suspenseful music)
Are too sharp to handle.
(suspenseful music)
Rest assured.
(suspenseful music)
I'm never far.
(suspenseful music)
You finally came back.
(suspenseful music)
I hope the money was well spent.
(suspenseful music)
- Please no, don't talk.
- Sharon.
[Sharon] I won't tell her.
Snap out of it, Sharon, Sharon.
[Ashley] That's not Sharon.
[Thomas] Hey, this is too much.
This is getting outta hand even for me.
No, no Thomas, you're not leaving.
(suspenseful music)
Why is she looking at you like that?
(suspenseful music)
There's something off with him.
Thomas, you know I needed that money.
Thomas, talk.
You know something about this, don't you?
About Patty? The murder?
I already told you,
that woman that was
here in your apartment.
No, no, I don't know anything else.
Then why are you acting
like you're about to bolt?
What are you hiding?
You were there
in the kitchen with the pomegranates.
(Niv panting)
What is she talking about? Huh?
What did you do?
Utter nonsense, she's off her trolley
and you're all entirely deranged.
(suspenseful music)
(both panting)
(suspenseful music)
(Niv panting)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
She was the best neighbor I've ever had.
I really liked her.
I'm telling you,
I don't know why I did it.
You killed her.
Patty Grayson.
(Thomas chuckles)
She blamed me for stealing
her money.
I tried to convince her,
no matter how hard I tried,
she did it to herself.
(Thomas chuckles)
Did what?
(suspenseful music)
Or have you blocked it from your memory?
Or do you fantasize about it, every night?
I tried to forget it.
(Thomas chuckles)
The look on her face when she realized.
I grabbed the knife to scare her.
(Thomas panting)
She lunged and it just happened.
(suspenseful music)
I panicked.
(Thomas falling)
You killed her you bastard.
(suspenseful music)
What did you do with the body?
(suspenseful music)
I did what I could with it.
I hid as much as I could.
I took the head
and the plumbing.
The plumbing took the rest.
(Thomas chuckles)
(all panting)
Bones.
(suspenseful music)
(Thomas chuckles)
And all.
The hair.
The teeth.
(suspenseful music)
I'm not hiding anymore.
(suspenseful music)
(hand tapping)
You stood here,
watching me die.
You thought you could make me
disappear, but I'm still here.
(Thomas chuckles)
I killed you.
I killed you.
Thomas stop.
You don't wanna do this.
- Stop.
(Thomas groaning)
There's no point in hurting us, Thomas.
We already already know.
Patty? Patty is that you?
We are friends.
(Thomas groaning)
It's in my head.
This place.
This place is in my head.
I can't!
I can't!
(suspenseful music)
(Thomas groaning)
(gas hissing)
(suspenseful music)
You can't run from me.
(Thomas panting)
(suspenseful music)
(bones crackling)
You took everything from me.
(suspenseful music)
(Ashley groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
You scared me.
How could you have done this to me?
I know you took it.
You don't think I'm
that oblivious, do you?
I think you're misremembering.
Thomas you know I've
been saving this money.
I told you I have to pay the courts
or else I'm going to jail.
[Thomas] How many times did I tell you?
Stop accusing me.
(bag rattling)
(objects falling)
You're not getting away
with this, I know it was you.
It was you.
(suspenseful music)
(Thomas groaning)
(bag dropping)
(suspenseful music)
(Thomas groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(pomegranates thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(paper ruffling)
(suspenseful music)
(bag ruffling)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door thuds)
(suspenseful music)
(knife clanking)
(suspenseful music)
(knife slashing)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
Is this to where it is?
She's here.
I can feel it.
(soft music)
(footsteps thudding)
(hands rummaging)
(soft music)
(Ashley panting)
(hand rammaging)
(soft music)
(suspenseful music)
(Ashley gagging)
Oh God.
(suspenseful music)
That's Patty.
(suspenseful music)
He left me here.
Thought no one would find me.
(suspenseful music)
We found you.
(suspenseful music)
Or I guess,
you found us.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(body thudding)
(Sharon sighs)
Eye for an eye.
She can finally rest now.
(suspenseful music)
(leg kicking)
(suspenseful music)
Please work.
You're free to go now.
So please bring back our Sharon to me.
(suspenseful music)
Rest in peace.
(suspenseful music)
She did what you wanted.
(suspenseful music)
Now let her go.
(suspenseful music)
As we're letting you go.
(hand opening)
(suspenseful music)
(ash scatters)
(suspenseful music)
(ash scatters)
(suspenseful music)
(ash scattering)
(lid thuds)
(suspenseful music)
[Morgue Attendant] On
the 20th we cremate her
and we give her identification number.
You can always find it
in the end of the urn.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Sharon falling)
(Sharon exhaling)
(wind whooshing)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
Hey, hey.
You okay?
Are you fine?
Hey, look at me.
(both panting)
Okay?
(both panting)
(suspenseful music)
Lets' go.
(suspenseful music)
(hand tossing)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door knocking)
Thomas?
(door knocking)
Thomas?
(suspenseful music)
I know you're in there.
Come on, Thomas.
(door knocking)
(suspenseful music)
(soft music)
(gentle music)
(soft music)
[Patty] I've been here
long after they moved on,
long after they thought I was gone.
See, I was killed here,
but I never left.
I'm still here, watching,
waiting in the shadows.
I'm the true owner of this place.
The one who died here holds the title,
(suspenseful music)
Not the living who come and go.
(suspenseful music)
They think they're just passing through,
borrowing what's mine.
But I own every brick,
every corner,
every whisper of this house.
And now I'm tired of waiting.
I've been patient,
silently lurking in the dark.
But enough is enough.
(bag thudding)
(soft music)
That funeral felt longer
than it should have.
(zipper whooshing)
Yeah. That's what two
hours of silence will do.
(soft music)
Want tea?
Or something stronger?
(soft music)
Tea.
I'm too wiped for whiskey.
- [Niv] Okay.
Still doesn't feel real.
Like, mom's gone
and I'm folding laundry.
Hey, hey.
You don't have to unpack
tonight, it can wait.
(paper ruffling)
(soft music)
I just keep like expecting her to call.
Like to tell me, "Sharon,
have you never packed dinner?"
And.
(Sharon sniffles)
Hey. It's gonna be okay.
(door knocking)
Who's that?
I don't know.
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
Thomas, everything okay?
Miss Sharon and Niv,
sorry to bother you so late.
I owe you an apology for
trespassing while you were gone.
Trespassing?
I didn't mean to.
I heard noises coming from your place,
lights flicking on and off.
So I thought maybe someone broke in.
I checked around.
Checked around, how?
Just outside the windows.
I knocked, but no one answered.
I looked through the living room window
and saw someone sitting there.
Sitting, sorry, sitting where?
That chair.
(eerie music)
Thomas, no one was home.
We don't have a sitter
and no one has keys.
I know what I saw.
Someone was right there.
He just.
(Thomas sighs)
Still, I knocked again,
got no answer, so I left.
Didn't wanna overstep what I already had.
Okay.
Yeah. Thanks for telling us.
You wanna come in?
Grab a drink?
Oh, no, I shouldn't.
Come on Thomas, you
look a little spooked.
Yeah, okay, yeah.
That's right.
- Yeah.
(hand patting)
(suspenseful music)
(door knocking)
(suspenseful music)
(door knocking)
(suspenseful music)
(light flickers)
So what?
This person was just in our apartment,
like sitting on the chair?
I know it sounds crazy,
but I didn't stick
around to figure it out.
I'm sorry, I should have called.
You should have called the cops.
I didn't see any break in.
No locks were busted, nothing.
Just the lights, the noises
and that figure.
Okay.
Say you did see something.
What was it like a trick of the light?
Shadows, maybe?
- Maybe. But it felt like.
- [Sharon] Strange?
- No, no.
Like deja vu.
(suspenseful music)
Are there a lot of break-ins here?
(Thomas chuckles)
This apartment has a history.
History of what?
Strange happenings.
Okay. Well thanks for letting us know.
We'll keep an eye out.
[Thomas] Yeah, I'm only a stone's throw.
Yeah.
Sorry again.
(footsteps thudding)
(door opens)
Yeah.
- Have a good night.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
You too. Thank you.
- Thank you.
(suspenseful music)
(Niv sighs)
He's a little paranoid,
but he means well.
Strange happenings?
Paranoid or not, he saw something.
Yeah.
Let's look around.
(glass thudding)
Yeah, we can.
(Niv sighs)
(Sharon sighs)
(suspenseful music)
(keys jingling)
(suspenseful music)
[Niv] Locks are fine.
(keys jingling)
Nothing's missing.
What about my jewelry?
[Niv] Yeah. No jewelry's here too.
My underwear?
[Niv] Underwear? Are you serious?
Yeah. Sometimes night
suckers like to take them
like souvenirs.
Okay. Now who's the paranoid one?
(soft music)
You think Mom's messing with us?
Sylvia was a prankster,
but hauntings, that's a
bit much, even for her,
don't you think?
Come on, let's go to bed.
(suspenseful music)
You believe him about the figure?
I believe he thinks he saw something.
Doesn't mean it was real.
(wood creaking)
You heard that?
Yeah.
(suspenseful music)
(covers whooshing)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
Maybe it was the pipes.
[Niv] Yeah. You know,
the place is settling.
Old buildings and all.
(suspenseful music)
I forgot we haven't welcomed her yet.
[Niv] She's not going anywhere.
Welcome to your new home, mom.
(soft music)
It's only temporary,
but you're a welcomed guest.
(soft music)
Good night, mom.
(suspenseful music)
Hey, let's go to sleep. Come on.
(soft music)
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
You must be Sharon.
- [Sharon] You must be-
- I live here.
(suspenseful music)
I'll live here, long after you leave.
(suspenseful music)
You have something for me.
(suspenseful music)
Something you don't know what to do with.
(ghost whispering)
(suspenseful music)
(Sharon yelling)
(Sharon coughing)
(Patty laughing)
(Sharon screaming)
(Sharon exhaling)
(suspenseful music)
(light flickers)
(suspenseful music)
That creak last night, it sounded close
like it was right here in this room.
Old floor, Sharon.
They make noise, you know this.
It wasn't the floor, it's
like it felt deliberate.
What if it's her?
Mom in the urn?
(Niv sighs)
You think Sylvia's haunting us?
Come on.
She'd be rearranging her spice
rack, not creaking around.
She'd hate the spice rack,
but like, I don't know.
It's weird, right?
Like Thomas seeing someone, the noises.
Yeah.
Hey, by the way,
(keys jingling)
Where did these come from?
It was strange, I
found 'em on the shelf.
Is there a name on them?
(suspenseful music)
Mrs. Harris?
Our landlady.
Yeah. You don't think,
could she have been in our home?
When did you find these?
When we got back after the funeral.
(keys jingling)
Well, I don't wanna think, but,
yeah, it seems like she
was in our apartment
while we were gone.
Man.
What could she possibly want?
Well, she could have
like cleaned up the place.
Maybe that's who Thomas saw.
Just like in the rocking
chair, just sitting there.
Ah, let's just wait for her
to see if she comes back for them.
I mean, it's not like she stole anything.
- [Sharon] Hey.
- Not much to steal.
Okay.
Hey?
You're stressed.
Okay, grief does that,
it plays tricks.
(mouth kissing)
Okay?
I got that meeting.
You okay with staying here?
Yeah. I'll find something
to do with myself.
(suspenseful music)
(hand opening)
(suspenseful music)
Mom, if you're in there, give me a sign.
(Patty laughing)
(suspenseful music)
(hand closing)
(urn thudding)
(suspenseful music)
There,
closer to me.
(finger tapping)
(finger tapping)
(wood creaking)
(Niv sighs)
What?
Listen.
(wood creaking)
It's in here with us.
(Niv sighs)
(suspenseful music)
Niv look.
(suspenseful music)
[Niv] Okay.
That's not normal.
It's the urn.
It's mom, she's visiting us.
- Sharon, we don't know.
- No Niv.
The noises, the figure
Thomas saw, and now this?
(suspenseful music)
It's her.
Come on.
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(Niv sighs)
(suspenseful music)
(hand opening)
(suspenseful music)
See? It's just ashes.
Nothing weird.
Why does it feel wrong?
(suspenseful music)
Sharon this thing it's messing with you.
It's messing with us.
You have to get rid of it.
No, it's my mom, I
can't just throw her away.
No, no, no, no, not throw her away.
Scatter her,
somewhere she loved.
The park,
the lake, somewhere peaceful.
Maybe later this week. I need time.
Yeah, fine.
(hand closing)
(lid clanking)
Let's just move it, okay?
Just to be safe.
(Niv sighs)
(footsteps thudding)
(urn thudding)
[Sharon] You think that'll stop it?
I think that we should go to bed.
We'll figure it out tomorrow.
(urn thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
(Sharon coughing)
- Niv?
- [Niv] What?
(Niv coughing)
What the hell?
(suspenseful music)
(hand twisting)
(both coughing)
It's her, I told you.
We didn't touch the
stove last night, did we?
(suspenseful music)
All right whatever, let's
just go get some air.
(suspenseful music)
(Sharon coughing)
(suspenseful music)
(Niv coughing) Whoa.
Where did you come from?
You scared the hell outta me.
I'm sorry, I was just walking by.
You really are a Peeping Tommy.
Okay, okay calm down.
Excuse us we're just
trying to get some air.
Oh yes, of course, of course.
What's the problem?
Are you guys okay?
- No.
- I smell gas.
Something is seriously wrong, Thomas.
We think it's the urn
with my mom's ashes.
Like weird stuff has been happening
since we brought it back.
Like what?
(door swinging)
Noises at night.
The sofa cushion can press
like someone sat there
and now the stove.
Gas on, no flame.
(suspenseful music)
Are you sure, you didn't
leave it on last night?
I didn't touch it, what did I cook?
Nothing. As usual.
(Thomas chuckles)
(suspenseful music)
I've heard stories before about objects
holding onto something, spirits maybe.
It's my mom.
I know it sounds crazy, but it's her.
Or it's this place.
You know, bad pipes, faulty wiring.
Why don't I take the urn?
Just for a night.
See if things calm down.
(suspenseful music)
Okay.
Be careful with it.
(suspenseful music)
I will.
Come on. I'll walk you out.
(suspenseful music)
I only wanna help.
(suspenseful music)
You will be fine.
Thanks Thomas.
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(door closes)
(suspenseful music)
I feel like you're not on my side.
(suspenseful music)
I'm always on your side.
(suspenseful music)
But we've been through
this before, remember?
You seeing things?
Hallucinations?
Are you still taking your meds?
I knew it.
You won't let that go.
You keep hanging it over
my head like a noose.
This is different.
I know you feel it too.
Okay. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I love you.
I won't bring it up again. Okay.
I love you too.
(mouth kissing)
It's quiet.
It's too quiet.
- Yeah.
Maybe you were right.
I mean, I don't wanna say it is,
but it could be the urn.
Don't look so relieved.
(Niv chuckles)
I'm not crazy.
- All right.
I'm not as crazy as you think.
(soft music)
(Niv sighs)
(suspenseful music)
What is it?
Nothing, it was just Thomas.
Scared me.
Yeah, he's good at that.
(door knocking)
Hi Sharon.
(footsteps thudding)
How are you?
- Hey.
- Yeah?
Yeah.
(urn thudding)
[Thomas] So how was last night?
Better.
Happy to say it was uneventful, you?
Yeah. No noises at my place.
Nothing weird.
[Sharon] That's good.
Thank you for watching over it.
(Thomas sighs)
Are you sure you want this back?
I mean, if it is haunted,
it wants you, not me.
Of course I do, everything will be fine.
It's better to be safe than sorry.
Why don't we lay her rest?
Send her off?
I will.
We will.
Sooner than later I hope.
So my moms urn, it's haunted?
What are we gonna do with it?
(suspenseful music)
I don't know.
Maybe keep her in a safe place.
Anywhere but here.
(suspenseful music)
We'll figure it out.
Let's just live with it.
(suspenseful music)
Okay. Sure.
(suspenseful music)
Have a nice night.
- Yeah.
(suspenseful music)
(hands thudding)
(Niv sighs)
(suspenseful music)
[Niv] You haven't eaten
or drank anything all day.
I'm not hungry.
Do you smell that?
(nose sniffling)
No. Nothing.
What? Maybe the drain is clogged?
(suspenseful music)
(ghost whispering)
(suspenseful music)
[Ghost] Help me.
(Sharon panting)
(suspenseful music)
(Niv sighs)
(suspenseful music)
Sharon?
(suspenseful music)
Sharon?
(suspenseful music)
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
What are you doing, Sharon?
I don't know.
How'd I get here?
Come back to bed. Please. Come on.
(suspenseful music)
(spoon clanking)
You didn't sleep last night, did you?
- I'm fine.
- No, you're not.
(suspenseful music)
Okay, you're different.
(cup thudding)
Ever since the urn came here.
Okay. I'm calling Ashley,
you need someone else
to talk.
- I don't need anyone
I'm not leaving this place.
(suspenseful music)
Do you remember last
summer on that cruise?
With the girl?
Security came to take her away,
but her parents stopped them?
Next morning she went missing.
She didn't go missing, she jumped.
(suspenseful music)
Yes.
But if her parents hadn't stopped them,
maybe she would be alive today.
So let me get you some help,
because I'm not qualified to help you.
Sharon, are you listening to me?
(suspenseful music)
Hey Sharon?
(hand yanking)
(Niv panting)
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
So?
(suspenseful music)
You think your mom's
ashes are haunting you?
It's not just the ashes.
It's like this place.
The noises, the smell,
the feeling like she's here.
Oh, Sharon, I mean,
you just lost your mom.
And grief can-
It's not grief.
She's leaving me clues.
Clues to what?
She's not herself Ash.
She won't eat.
Won't leave the apartment.
(Niv sighs)
Okay.
(hands clapping)
Dumb question.
What if we just take
the urn somewhere else
just for like a little while?
No! She stays.
(suspenseful music)
I've tried.
(suspenseful music)
Look.
(footsteps thudding)
We're here for you.
But this,
this is scaring me.
(suspenseful music)
Oh!
(urn thudding)
(suspenseful music)
Sharon, you look exhausted.
I can tell that you haven't
eaten or slept or showered.
I'm fine.
I don't need you babysitting
me my little Lily.
(suspenseful music)
We're not babysitting
you, we're just worried.
Ash, come here.
Come.
(footsteps thudding)
Have you seen anything like this before?
I mean, I've seen some
weird stuff in my retreats,
but nothing like this.
Does she remind you of anyone?
Yeah. Her mother.
She called me her little lily
and her mom was the
only person in the world
that has ever called me that.
She's even starting to smell like her.
Oh, I get it.
(suspenseful music)
You two want me out of the way.
How long have you been
sneaking around behind my back?
- Sharon?
- No, don't lie to me.
I see how you two look at each other
like you think I'm crazy, but I know.
No, Sharon, we're just trying
to help you-
[Sharon] Get out!
Both of you, just leave me alone.
- Sharon.
- Come on, let's just go.
Okay. We can't reason with her.
- We're gonna be back.
- No, get out.
Both of you, just leave me alone.
Sharon.
We're gonna be back. Okay?
I love you.
(suspenseful music)
I love you.
Okay, I love you.
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
(door closes)
(glass shatters)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
(metal banging)
(suspenseful music)
Okay, I don't know who
you think that is Niv
that is not your girlfriend.
(sirens wailing)
(suspenseful music)
Yeah. No you got that right.
God, the urn has
legitimately changed her.
(suspenseful music)
You need help, like professional help.
Like a psychic.
[Niv] A psychic, really?
Not a psych ward?
Okay. Maybe a priest.
I'm serious, do you have a better idea?
I mean, she's acting crazy.
She's accusing us of an
affair and throwing stuff.
I mean, come on.
Whatever's in that urn is not just grief.
(suspenseful music)
Yep. Fine.
(suspenseful music)
We need to find someone fast.
(sirens wailing)
Do you know anyone?
(sirens wailing)
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
Okay.
(suspenseful music)
What about all that power
of Christ compels you stuff?
It's that serious.
She's acting possessed.
It's like something's,
like taken over her body.
Something not from this realm.
You said she brought home an urn.
Describe it.
Her mom's ashes are inside.
And the urn itself,
give me a description of the urn.
It's ceramic
with these gold swirls around it.
Swirls.
Is there anything else?
The gold is swirling
around these black sections,
almost like black ink.
(suspenseful music)
It's probably not real gold.
Or is it real gold?
It could be gilded with gold.
(suspenseful music)
Swirls can be random,
but they can often depict an image.
(suspenseful music)
I'll be happy to look at it for you.
(suspenseful music)
See,
(throat clearing)
Objects hold energy.
(suspenseful music)
It can be benevolent
or malevolent.
(suspenseful music)
It's influencing her and
it's feeding on her grief.
Can you help her?
(suspenseful music)
I can try.
(suspenseful music)
I'll need to see the urn, feel its energy,
feel if spirit is bound.
And then we can cleanse
it, we can release it.
(suspenseful music)
How much?
It's 2000 for the visit
(suspenseful music)
And another 3000 if a ritual is needed.
(Niv sighs)
This is literally all I have.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(door opens)
Oh, you brought a guest.
How lovely.
Her hands Niv, she slit her wrists.
What?
Hey, hey.
(suspenseful music)
No, it's not her wrist.
She just cut her fingertips.
Sharon,
this is Madam Melina.
She's here to help.
(suspenseful music)
Sharon?
No, dear, I'm mother.
You know that.
Mother is it?
I'm here to talk, may I sit?
Of course, dear.
Make yourself at home.
(suspenseful music)
(stones thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(match lighting)
(suspenseful music)
(candle thudding)
Do you smell that?
Yeah. Like rotting flesh.
(suspenseful music)
Mother, you seem comfortable here.
Can you tell me why you're staying?
I'm needed here.
Isn't that why you're here?
We're all needed for
one reason or another.
Sharon, you're not your mom.
And we brought the urn
back from her funeral.
(suspenseful music)
Funeral?
I remember you dropping
flowers on me. Sweet.
(suspenseful music)
Now there's going to be a
funeral for a girl who died
a year ago to this very day.
A year ago today?
Can you explain?
Can you give me a name?
A life was taken, right
here in this very apartment.
Stabbed, asphyxiated, left to bleed out.
Her name was Patty.
(suspenseful music)
Okay, I believe you.
Niv, did you know there was a murder here?
No.
(suspenseful music)
So you discovered a murder.
Can you, explain how it happened
or dare I ask the name of the murderer?
(suspenseful music)
What was that?
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
(sewer boiling)
Something's trying to surface.
An uninvited a guest.
(sewer boiling)
(metal clanking)
Oh!
(suspenseful music)
(Ashley gags)
(suspenseful music)
What is,
is that?
(Ashley gags)
It's her.
(suspenseful music)
(Ashley gags)
Oh my God.
She's still here.
(suspenseful music)
I'm calling the landlady.
(suspenseful music)
(door knocking)
(suspenseful music)
(door knocking)
(footsteps thudding)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
(door swinging)
(suspenseful music)
You are saying the sink had teeth?
That sounds disturbing.
That's not all.
(suspenseful music)
Sharon, she said something about
a missing girl from here
(suspenseful music)
About a year ago,
named Patty.
(suspenseful music)
There was a tenant, Patty Grayson.
Whiny little thing.
Went missing this time last year.
Police searched, found nothing.
Assumed she skipped town.
You just decided not to tell us?
No evidence of foul play.
She left this place a total dump.
Some tenants cause trouble
and don't clean up after themselves.
I was glad to see her go.
Sorry, what's that supposed to mean?
Nothing, just people leave stuff behind.
Place was clean when you moved in.
Didn't think it was any of your concern.
(suspenseful music)
Spirit disagrees.
(suspenseful music)
I'll check the record,
see if there's anything else.
Before you leave,
you might want your keys back.
(suspenseful music)
How those get there?
(keys jingling)
(footsteps thudding)
Oh, there's your uninvited guest.
(suspenseful music)
(door closes)
(suspenseful music)
Hey, Sharon? Sharon?
Hey, look at me.
You are not her. Okay?
Please, Sharon.
I'm sorry dear.
Sharon's resting.
(suspenseful music)
She needs the purification
now before it's too late.
(suspenseful music)
Okay.
(suspenseful music)
(Ashley sighs)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(match lighting)
(suspenseful music)
Okay listen, you two.
Once I start the prayer, I cannot stop.
It's imperative that I'm
not interrupted, okay?
I must not stop
by any means.
If someone wants to walk through
that door, you stop them.
If this place was to catch on fire,
you put it out.
(suspenseful music)
Ready?
Okay.
Hold her down.
Hold her down, is she gonna levitate?
Would you be surprised?
God and Father of our Lord,
I appeal to your holy name.
Humbly begging your kindness
that graciously grant me
and help against this
in every unclean spirit.
Now tormenting this creature
of yours through evil spirits.
And I rebuke you
in the name of the Spirit.
(dramatic music)
I command you, unclean spirit.
(wind whooshing)
(suspenseful music)
Whoever you are,
along with all your minions now attacking
this servant of God by the
mysteries of the incarnation.
Passion, the resurrection,
and the ascension of our Lord Jesus.
By the dissent of the Holy Spirit,
by coming of our Lord for
judgment that you tell me
by some sign, your name
and the day, and hour
of your departure.
(suspenseful music)
And I command you, moreover,
to obey to the latter,
I, who am a minister of
God despite my worthiness.
Nor shall you be emboldened
to harm in any way
this created creature of God
(urn thudding)
Or the bystanders,
or any of their possessions.
(suspenseful music)
(Madam Elena panting)
May the blessing of the Almighty God,
Father, Son, and Spirit
come upon you
and remain with you forever.
Amen.
(chair creaking)
Amen.
That went better than expected.
(Ashley sighs)
What's next?
Next?
Is that it?
She's healed? She's cleansed?
Not exactly.
That was a minor exorcism.
What she needs, what she actually
needs is a major exorcism.
You gotta be kidding me.
- I,
- Okay.
Let's run it again, let's
take the gloves off this time.
Let's go.
- I'm afraid
it needs preparation.
It needs commitment.
It needs the Holy Spirit to come back in.
(Ashley sighs)
This isn't gonna end well, is it?
(suspenseful music)
I'm afraid not.
Spirit has ulterior motives
and until we know what those motives are,
I'm sorry, but we can't help her.
(suspenseful music)
No, no.
We can't stop. Okay.
I won't stop.
I'll die if I have to.
I'm not gonna let that happen. Okay?
Just keep her calm.
All right?
(suspenseful music)
You gotta keep her calm because
the spirit,
it might not be her mother.
(suspenseful music)
Oh, she's gotta be kidding.
(suspenseful music)
Ash, give me your phone.
(suspenseful music)
(hand thudding)
(suspenseful music)
I assure you
there are no mix up.
The ashes were processed
with strict protocol.
That is Sylvia Strong's urn.
You're sure?
There's no way it could
be someone else's ashes?
No. We handle one cremation at a time.
It's her.
Undoubtedly sealed with confirmation.
Okay. Wait,
Do you have proof of that?
Yes, of course.
Okay. I'm gonna have to see that.
I know it's late, but I'm
coming over right now.
I'm only a couple of cities
away, so I'll see you soon.
No, no. It's after business hours.
We can't leave her alone.
Madam Melina said that
we have to stay here
and distract her and keep
her calm until she gets back.
I'm going.
You're gonna stay.
- No Niv.
I am not.
I am not staying with her.
You have to, okay.
I'll be right back, okay?
I just need to bring the urn with me.
And how the hell are you gonna do that?
You said it yourself,
distract her.
God!
This is too much.
Hey Sharon honey,
Let me put your hands,
they look pretty bad.
(suspenseful music)
I won't let you take it.
(suspenseful music)
If you take it, you will lose me forever.
I will do it.
Do you hear me you little tramp?
(suspenseful music)
Okay. Okay. You win.
Okay, I won't touch to urn.
Please, do not hurt Sharon.
(suspenseful music)
Do you still want me to stay?
No, of course not.
Come on, let's go.
(footsteps thudding)
Is she gonna be okay?
(footsteps thudding)
(suspenseful music)
As for now, it seems like
all she cares about is the urn,
so let's go.
(suspenseful music)
(door closes)
(suspenseful music)
Okay. So you said there
was no mix up with the urn.
I'm sorry, there has to be an explanation
for what's happening.
Let's start at the beginning.
The deceased Miss Sylvia Strauson.
Passed at the 13th of this month
at the Baptist Hospital.
We pick her up from
there and we get it here.
We tag her, pardon me,
we process her.
On the 20th
on the 20th.
On the 20th, we cremated her
and gave her the identification of 1212,
you'll find on the bottom of the urn.
Okay, 1212.
Ash, remember that.
And that's it?
No letters or anything, just numbers?
Look, our process is air tight.
One body at a time.
Seal it.
Double check.
1212, it's her identification
for cremation number.
Like I say, you can always find
it in the bottom of the urn.
And we will be contacting
the police if you're wrong.
Alright. Okay.
Thank you.
Thank you.
(door opens)
(door opens)
(hand banging)
(suspenseful music)
Hey? You two okay?
You look like you've seen a ghost.
Oh, close enough, come in, Thomas.
We gotta talk about something.
Is it about the urn thing?
I heard yelling all day.
Yeah, it's worse than
you think, just come on.
Come on.
(door closes)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
Okay.
There is something
seriously wrong with Sharon.
She's gotten worse.
We tried a cleansing on her earlier.
Wait, wait.
Did you say a cleansing?
Like an exorcism?
No. No. Like a...
Yes. Okay, she was possessed, okay.
Anyways, we should have never
taken that urn back from you.
(suspenseful music)
Now she's claiming to be her deceased mom.
And even worse, she's
threatening to kill herself
if I take away the urn.
And there's more,
she's claiming to know
about the missing girl
who lived here before us.
(suspenseful music)
Wait.
She mentioned Patty, the one who was
(throat clearing)
Killed?
- Yeah.
How well did you know her?
Was it true that she was killed, here?
Hold on.
(suspenseful music)
How do you know she was killed?
Nobody knows what happened to her,
even the landlord thinks
that she just went missing
without a trace.
But yet, here you are, being
the only person in here
to know that she was murdered.
Well, I figured as much.
I mean, she was always
talking about the occult.
Life after death and the sorts.
So when she went missing,
it's only reasonable
to suggest that someone killed her.
(suspenseful music)
She killed herself.
If you know anything
about that girl's disappearance
or murder as you put it,
now might be the time to speak up.
(suspenseful music)
That's not Sharon.
That's someone else.
(suspenseful music)
You've seen some stuff here before.
(suspenseful music)
Anything else we should know?
About this apartment?
No, no, no, no, just
the noises, the lights,
the figure in the chair.
I mean, at first I thought I was paranoid,
but now I'm not so sure.
(suspenseful music)
Sharon, hey.
You have help coming, okay?
Sharon, if we're still in there, hold on.
We're going to fix this.
(suspenseful music)
The past has a cruel way of
unearthing itself, doesn't it?
You're all treading on dangerous ground.
(suspenseful music)
Unearthing memories that
are better left attuned.
(suspenseful music)
I'll take my leave.
(suspenseful music)
There's some truths,
(suspenseful music)
Are too sharp to handle.
(suspenseful music)
Rest assured.
(suspenseful music)
I'm never far.
(suspenseful music)
You finally came back.
(suspenseful music)
I hope the money was well spent.
(suspenseful music)
- Please no, don't talk.
- Sharon.
[Sharon] I won't tell her.
Snap out of it, Sharon, Sharon.
[Ashley] That's not Sharon.
[Thomas] Hey, this is too much.
This is getting outta hand even for me.
No, no Thomas, you're not leaving.
(suspenseful music)
Why is she looking at you like that?
(suspenseful music)
There's something off with him.
Thomas, you know I needed that money.
Thomas, talk.
You know something about this, don't you?
About Patty? The murder?
I already told you,
that woman that was
here in your apartment.
No, no, I don't know anything else.
Then why are you acting
like you're about to bolt?
What are you hiding?
You were there
in the kitchen with the pomegranates.
(Niv panting)
What is she talking about? Huh?
What did you do?
Utter nonsense, she's off her trolley
and you're all entirely deranged.
(suspenseful music)
(both panting)
(suspenseful music)
(Niv panting)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
She was the best neighbor I've ever had.
I really liked her.
I'm telling you,
I don't know why I did it.
You killed her.
Patty Grayson.
(Thomas chuckles)
She blamed me for stealing
her money.
I tried to convince her,
no matter how hard I tried,
she did it to herself.
(Thomas chuckles)
Did what?
(suspenseful music)
Or have you blocked it from your memory?
Or do you fantasize about it, every night?
I tried to forget it.
(Thomas chuckles)
The look on her face when she realized.
I grabbed the knife to scare her.
(Thomas panting)
She lunged and it just happened.
(suspenseful music)
I panicked.
(Thomas falling)
You killed her you bastard.
(suspenseful music)
What did you do with the body?
(suspenseful music)
I did what I could with it.
I hid as much as I could.
I took the head
and the plumbing.
The plumbing took the rest.
(Thomas chuckles)
(all panting)
Bones.
(suspenseful music)
(Thomas chuckles)
And all.
The hair.
The teeth.
(suspenseful music)
I'm not hiding anymore.
(suspenseful music)
(hand tapping)
You stood here,
watching me die.
You thought you could make me
disappear, but I'm still here.
(Thomas chuckles)
I killed you.
I killed you.
Thomas stop.
You don't wanna do this.
- Stop.
(Thomas groaning)
There's no point in hurting us, Thomas.
We already already know.
Patty? Patty is that you?
We are friends.
(Thomas groaning)
It's in my head.
This place.
This place is in my head.
I can't!
I can't!
(suspenseful music)
(Thomas groaning)
(gas hissing)
(suspenseful music)
You can't run from me.
(Thomas panting)
(suspenseful music)
(bones crackling)
You took everything from me.
(suspenseful music)
(Ashley groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
You scared me.
How could you have done this to me?
I know you took it.
You don't think I'm
that oblivious, do you?
I think you're misremembering.
Thomas you know I've
been saving this money.
I told you I have to pay the courts
or else I'm going to jail.
[Thomas] How many times did I tell you?
Stop accusing me.
(bag rattling)
(objects falling)
You're not getting away
with this, I know it was you.
It was you.
(suspenseful music)
(Thomas groaning)
(bag dropping)
(suspenseful music)
(Thomas groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(pomegranates thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(paper ruffling)
(suspenseful music)
(bag ruffling)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door thuds)
(suspenseful music)
(knife clanking)
(suspenseful music)
(knife slashing)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
Is this to where it is?
She's here.
I can feel it.
(soft music)
(footsteps thudding)
(hands rummaging)
(soft music)
(Ashley panting)
(hand rammaging)
(soft music)
(suspenseful music)
(Ashley gagging)
Oh God.
(suspenseful music)
That's Patty.
(suspenseful music)
He left me here.
Thought no one would find me.
(suspenseful music)
We found you.
(suspenseful music)
Or I guess,
you found us.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(body thudding)
(Sharon sighs)
Eye for an eye.
She can finally rest now.
(suspenseful music)
(leg kicking)
(suspenseful music)
Please work.
You're free to go now.
So please bring back our Sharon to me.
(suspenseful music)
Rest in peace.
(suspenseful music)
She did what you wanted.
(suspenseful music)
Now let her go.
(suspenseful music)
As we're letting you go.
(hand opening)
(suspenseful music)
(ash scatters)
(suspenseful music)
(ash scatters)
(suspenseful music)
(ash scattering)
(lid thuds)
(suspenseful music)
[Morgue Attendant] On
the 20th we cremate her
and we give her identification number.
You can always find it
in the end of the urn.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Sharon falling)
(Sharon exhaling)
(wind whooshing)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
Hey, hey.
You okay?
Are you fine?
Hey, look at me.
(both panting)
Okay?
(both panting)
(suspenseful music)
Lets' go.
(suspenseful music)
(hand tossing)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door knocking)
Thomas?
(door knocking)
Thomas?
(suspenseful music)
I know you're in there.
Come on, Thomas.
(door knocking)
(suspenseful music)
(soft music)
(gentle music)