The Twilight Zone (1985) s03e19 Episode Script
Something in the Walls
(eerie music playing) (Theme from ( The Twilight Zoneplaying) (heartbeat) WE DIRECT YOUR ATTENTION TO THE MAN WITH THE SLEEK LEATHER BRIEFCASE.
HIS NAME: DR.
MALLORY CRAIG.
OCCUPATION: PSYCHOLOGIST NEWLY EMPLOYED BY THE CREST RIDGE SANITARIUM.
FOR THE LAST TWO WEEKS, HE'S BEEN VISUALIZING HIS FIRST DAY, LOOKING FORWARD TO IT WITH EAGER ANTICIPATION.
BUT THERE'S A TERROR BEHIND THOSE COLD, INSTITUTIONAL WALLS THAT NOTHING IN HIS EDUCATION HAS PREPARED HIM FOR.
DR.
CRAIG? YES.
REBECCA ROBB.
EVERYONE CALLS ME BECKY.
I'M THE CATCH-ALL HEAD NURSE, GOOD COP, BAD COP, ADVISOR ON POLICY, AND TRACKER-DOWN OF MISSING PAYCHECKS.
GLAD TO HAVE YOU ABOARD.
THANK YOU, UH, GLAD TO BE HERE.
THIS PLACE HAS A FINE REPUTATION.
I ONLY HOPE I CAN LIVE UP TO IT.
I'LL GET YOU THE FILES ON YOUR CLIENTS.
YOU'LL BE TAKING OVER DR.
PARNETT'S GROUP-- ABOUT SIX OR SEVEN PEOPLE.
I THINK YOU'LL FIND THEM ALL QUITE FASCINATING.
THANK YOU, UH BECKY.
BECKY, CAN I SEE YOU A SECOND? SURE.
WHAT CAN YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS PATIENT NAME OF SHARON MILES? IT SAYS HERE SHE COMMITTED HERSELF.
THAT'S CORRECT.
ALTHOUGH DR.
PARNETT THOUGHT THERE MIGHT ALSO HAVE BEEN SOME FAMILY PRESSURE TO CHECK IN.
IT ALSO SAYS SHE REFUSED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE, WAS CONSTANTLY REARRANGING THE FURNITURE IN STRANGE WAYS, AND REFUSED TO SLEEP ANYWHERE BUT IN A PLAIN, WHITE ROOM.
STILL DOES.
SINCE SHE'S BEEN HERE, SHE'S REPAINTED HER ROOM OH, I GUESS ABOUT HALF A DOZEN TIMES BY NOW ANYTIME THERE'S A SPOT OR A CRACK.
DR.
PARNETT SAID TO LET HER DO IT.
IT MIGHT BE GOOD THERAPY FOR HER.
SHE DRESSES ONLY IN SOLID COLORS AND REFUSES TO LEAVE HER ROOM EXCEPT FOR MEALS AND COUNSELING SESSIONS, AND THEN ONLY WITH DIFFICULTY.
I'VE NEVER HEARD OF ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE.
WHAT'S HER ATTITUDE? FRIGHTENED.
DOCTOR, IN MY TEN YEARS AS A NURSE, I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYONE SO COMPLETELY, UTTERLY TERRIFIED.
OF WHAT? I DON'T KNOW.
EVEN DR.
PARNETT COULDN'T FIND OUT THAT ONE.
GOOD NIGHT, DOCTOR.
(knocking) HI.
I KNOW IT'S A LITTLE BIT AFTER OFFICE HOURS, BUT I THOUGHT I'D POP BY AND SAY HELLO IF YOU DON'T MIND.
YOURS? NICE WORK.
I'M AFRAID ARTS AND CRAFTS ARE PRETTY MUCH BEYOND ME.
I TRIED TO MAKE A BOOKCASE ONCE.
IT ENDED UP AS A NAPKIN HOLDER.
NICE ROOM.
SPARTAN, BUT VERY NICE.
THANK YOU.
I'VE BEEN GOING OVER THE CASELOAD AND YOURS IS VERY INTERESTING.
I NOTICED YOU GRADUATED TO THERAPY ON A VOLUNTARY BASIS.
DR.
PARNETT DECIDED NOT TO PUSH MATTERS.
IF THERE WAS SOMETHING I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT, I'D TALK ABOUT IT.
BUT YOU HAVEN'T.
YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TO THERAPY IN NEARLY TWO MONTHS.
I'M SURE IF YOU WERE TO TRY AGAIN, I COULD ARRANGE A FIELD TRIP NO.
I DON'T THINK THAT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA.
NOT YET.
WHEN I'M READY, MAYBE.
ALL RIGHT.
BUT IF YOU SHOULD EVER FEEL LIKE TALKING, YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME.
GOOD EVENING.
GOOD.
THERE YOU ARE.
I'VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU.
BEFORE EVERYONE WENT HOME FOR THE NIGHT, I WANTED TO INTRODUCE YOU TO THE REST OF THE STAFF.
FINE.
THAT'LL BE ALL RIGHT.
(screams) GET IT AWAY FROM ME! GET IT AWAY FROM ME! GET IT AWAY FROM ME! I TOLD HER WE DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER HEAVY BLANKETS.
IT'S GETTING COLDER I DON'T CARE.
GET IT AWAY! I DON'T WANT PATTERNS.
LOOK, JUST GO AND GET TWO OR THREE LIGHT ONES.
THAT SHOULD BE ALL RIGHT, DON'T YOU THINK? AS LONG AS THEY'RE PLAIN-- ONE COLOR, NO PATTERNS.
NO PATTERNS, I PROMISE.
GO ON.
(knocking) GUESS I DIDN'T MAKE A VERY GOOD IMPRESSION LAST NIGHT.
I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID.
THE STAFF GETS IMPATIENT WITH ME AT TIMES.
ALL FORGOTTEN.
THANK YOU.
BUT IT WOULD HELP ME TREMENDOUSLY IN THE FUTURE, IF I UNDERSTOOD WHY YOU WERE SO CONCERNED.
HEY, DOC, HAVEN'T YOU HEARD? NOBODY IN HERE BUT US LOONIES.
WE DON'T HAVE TO HAVE REASONS FOR WHAT WE DO.
I DISAGREE.
AND FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH, I DON'T THINK YOU ARE A LOONIE.
SCARED, YES.
I'D LIKE TO TRY AND HELP, TALK TO YOU FOR AWHILE.
ALL RIGHT.
JUST MOVE THAT FOR THE TIME BEING.
AFTER I FINISHED COLLEGE, I MET JEFF.
WE GOT MARRIED ABOUT A YEAR LATER, AND WE HAD A BOY-- BOBBY.
HE'S SEVEN YEARS OLD NOW.
AND I DON'T HATE MY MOTHER OR MY FATHER, AND I NEVER WANTED TO SLEEP WITH MY BROTHER.
AND I WASN'T FRIGHTENED BY A CHECKERED SHEET WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL.
BUT YOU WERE FRIGHTENED LAST NIGHT.
I SAW YOU.
YOU WERE TERRIFIED BY THAT BLANKET.
NOT THE BLANKET.
THE PATTERNS.
WHY? DON'T YOU WANT TO LEAVE THIS PLACE? I CAN'T IMAGINE YOU'D WANT TO STAY.
WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME? YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE ME IF I TOLD YOU.
TRY ME.
DID YOU EVER LOOK CLOSELY AT PATTERNS, DOCTOR? I MEAN, THE KIND OF PATTERNS YOU FIND IN WALLPAPER, CRACKS IN THE CEILING, LINOLEUM FLOORS? I SUPPOSE SO, YES.
EVER SEE FACES IN THOSE PATTERNS? THE WAY THE CRACKS AND COLORS COME TOGETHER, SO THAT IF YOU LOOK AT IT-- JUST SO-- YOU CAN SWEAR YOU SEE A FACE? OF COURSE.
WE HAD A LINOLEUM FLOOR WHEN I WAS A KID.
I'D SPEND HOURS LOOKING AT THE PATTERNS, TRYING TO MAKE FACES OUT OF THEM.
THAT'S THE WAY THE BRAIN WORKS.
IT TRIES TO FIND ORDER IN CHAOS.
GIVEN THE CHANCE, THE MIND PLAYS A GAME OF CONNECT-THE-DOTS WITH WHATEVER IT HAPPENS TO BE LOOKING AT AT THE TIME.
YES, BUT DID YOU EVER WONDER WHY YOU SEE FACES? NOT ANIMALS, OR PLANTS, OR BUILDINGS, BUT FACES? NO, ACTUALLY, UNTIL YOU MENTIONED IT, IT HADN'T OCCURRED TO ME.
IT DIDN'T OCCUR TO ME, EITHER.
AT LEAST, NOT AT FIRST.
IT WAS SUNDAY.
I WAS LOOKING UP AT THE WALLPAPER.
IT WAS COVERED IN ABSTRACT PATTERNS.
YOU KNOW THE KIND.
AND I WAS LOOKING UP AT THE WALLPAPER, LOOKING INTO THE PATTERNS AND I SAW A FACE IN IT.
DOCTOR, I SWEAR IT LOOKED BACK AT ME.
RIGHT AT ME.
I CAUGHT IT OFF GUARD, I GUESS, BECAUSE I GOT THE MOST TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE FEELING THAT IT KNEW I SAW IT.
(phone ringing) THEN I LOOKED AWAY.
IT WAS GONE.
PERHAPS YOU ONLYTHOUGHT THE FACE WAS LOOKING AT YOU.
NO.
NO! YOU KNOW WHEN YOU'RE CROSSING THE STREET AND YOU MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH THE DRIVER, THE WAY EVERYBODY TELLS YOU TO? AND EVEN THOUGH YOU CAN'T SEE THEM CLEARLY, YOU CAN FEEL WHEN YOU'VE MET THEIR EYES.
YOU KNOW THEY'RE LOOKING AT YOU.
THIS FACE WAS LOOKING AT ME JUST LIKE THAT.
WHY DID IT SUDDENLY DISAPPEAR? YOU SAID YOURSELF YOU LOOKED AWAY.
AT THAT MOMENT, YOUR MIND REARRANGED THE DOTS INTO A DIFFERENT PATTERN, ONE WITHOUT A FACE.
NO, THERE WAS SOMETHING THERE, DOCTOR.
I SAW IT AND IT SAW ME.
IT'S TRYING TO KILL ME.
And I saw a face in it.
Doctor, I swear it looked back at me.
Right at me.
I caught it off guard, I guess, because I got the most terrible, horrible feeling that it knew I saw it.
Then I looked away.
It was gone.
STAYING LATE? UH NO, NO.
I WAS JUST LEAVING.
I HOPE YOU BROUGHT YOUR COAT.
LOOKS LIKE WE'RE HEADING INTO THE RAINY SEASON.
GOOD NIGHT, DOCTOR.
GOOD NIGHT, BECKY.
You said yourself you looked away.
At that moment, your mind rearranged the dots into a different pattern, one without a face.
No, there was something there, Doctor.
I saw it and it saw me.
It's trying to kill me.
(click) AFTER I SAW THE FIRST FACE, I STARTED SEEING MORE OF THEM.
THEY WERE WATCHING ME.
PEERING OUT OF THE PATTERNS OF CARPET, CEILINGS, WALLPAPER.
I TRIED TO PAINT OVER THEM, BUT THEY KEPT COMING THROUGH.
FACES IN THE PILE OF LEAVES NEXT DOOR.
FACES IN TREE TRUNKS, BRICK WALLS.
FACES IN THE DOODLES OF MY SEVEN-YEAR-OLD SON.
MY CLOTHES-- I HAD TO STOP WEARING PATTERNS.
THAT'S WHY I DON'T ALLOW PATTERNS IN MY ROOM.
THAT'S HOW THEY COME THROUGH.
SO LONG AS THEY'RE OUT OF RANGE, I'M SAFE.
SOMETIMES I GET THE FEELING THAT I HEAR THEM TALKING, WHISPERING ABOUT ME.
TRYING TO DECIDE WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO DO ABOUT ME.
YOU KEEP SAYING "THEY.
" WHO ARE THEY? I DON'T KNOW.
SOMETIMES I GET THE FEELING THAT THEY'RE LOOKING IN FROM SOMEPLACE ELSE.
SOMEPLACE PARALLEL TO THIS THAT ONLY INTERSECTS US AT CERTAIN POINTS.
I GET THE FEELING THEY'RE OLD.
VERY, VERY OLD.
WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD DO TO YOU IF THEY GOT YOU ALONE? I DON'T KNOW.
I TRY NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT.
AND I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE THEM THE CHANCE TO FIND OUT.
DID THIS HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH YOUR DECISION TO COMMIT YOURSELF? (screaming voices) I'M AWFULLY TIRED.
COULD WE PICK THIS UP WILL YOU TELL ME TOMORROW WHAT HAPPENED? (screaming voices) (dog barking) (thunder cracks) (click) DAMN.
(muffled voices) DON'T RESIST US.
COME WITH US.
COME HERE, COME.
COME WITH US.
SHARON COME WITH US.
DON'T RESIST.
COME WITH US.
SHARON DON'T RESIST.
BOBBY! (tearing sound) NO NO.
NO! (phone rings) HELLO? It's me, Sharon.
I've changed my mind.
I can't live like this anymore.
Someone has to know in case something happens to me.
Tomorrow, I'll tell you everything.
I'M GLAD TO HEAR THAT, SHARON.
And, Doctor, I lied to you.
I think I know what they are and what they're trying to do to me.
I can't trust them not to.
Doctor, please, if anything happens to me, promise me you'll protect them-- Jeff and my son.
Promise me? I PROMISE.
(disconnect) GOOD MORNING, DOCTOR.
PARDON THE BUCKET.
WE HAD THE ROOF FIXED LAST WINTER, BUT IT STILL LEAKS.
WE'VE GOT BUCKETS ALL OVER THE PLACE.
A STORM THAT BIG ALWAYS AGITATES THE PATIENTS AND LAST NIGHT WAS A DOOZY.
AROUND MIDNIGHT, WE HAD EVERYONE QUIETED DOWN EXCEPT FOR YOUR FAVORITE PATIENT.
SHARON? WHAT HAPPENED? SHE JUST STARTED SCREAMING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, SCREAMING AND POUNDING ON HER DOOR, TRYING TO GET OUT.
KEPT SAYING SHE WANTED ANOTHER ROOM, THAT SHE HAD TO GET OUT.
DID SHE SAY WHY? WELL, SHE WAS HYSTERICAL.
ANY OTHER NIGHT, WE'D HAVE GIVEN HER ANOTHER ROOM, BUT YOU KNOW HOW CROWDED WE ARE.
SHE WAS TOO DISTURBED TO LET HER WANDER AROUND, SO WE HAD TO LOCK HER ROOM.
I CALLED FOR ANOTHER NURSE TO HELP SEDATE HER.
SHE REALLY FOUGHT US, TOO.
WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME? WELL, WE WERE GOING TO, BUT SHE QUIETED DOWN.
WE DIDN'T WANT TO DISTURB YOU.
GOOD MORNING, DOCTOR.
I HEAR YOU GAVE OUR NURSES QUITE A NIGHT.
I WAS BEING SILLY.
I REALIZE THAT NOW.
STORMS FRIGHTEN ME.
ACTUALLY, THANKS TO YOU, I REALIZE I'VE BEEN SILLY ABOUT A LOT OF THINGS.
SUCH AS? SUCH AS BEING HERE, COMMITTING MYSELF, ABANDONING MY SON AND HUSBAND JUST BECAUSE OF SOME PERFECTLY IRRATIONAL FEARS.
IT'S WRONG AND I CAN SEE THAT NOW.
I GUESS ALL I REALLY NEEDED WAS SOMEONE TO TALK TO.
I I FEAR YOU GIVE ME WAY TOO MUCH CREDIT.
THAT'S A VERY PRETTY OUTFIT.
VERY INTRICATE PATTERNS.
I THOUGHT JUST ONE MORE SIGN THAT ALL IS WELL.
I CALLED THE FRONT OFFICE AND HAD IT BROUGHT TO MY ROOM.
WITH SOME LUCK, I SIGN THE RELEASE FORMS AND I'LL BE LEAVING HERE THIS AFTERNOON.
SO SOON? I THOUGHT WE COULD AT LEAST WE DID.
AND AGAIN, THANK YOU.
(humming) YOUR CAB'S HERE.
I THOUGHT I'D HELP YOU WITH YOUR BAGS.
THANK YOU.
BESIDES, I COULDN'T JUST LET YOU GO WITHOUT SAYING GOOD-BYE.
NO, I SUPPOSE NOT.
ALL THE HELP IS APPRECIATED.
(muffled whispering) DID YOU HEAR SOMETHING? NO.
MUST HAVE BEEN THE WIND.
Sharon: THAT'S NOT ME.
THAT'S ONE OF THEM.
THAT'S NOT ME! PLEASE, GOD.
Narrator: NEXT TIME YOU'RE ALONE, LOOK QUICKLY AT THE WALLPAPER AND THE CEILING, AND THE CRACKS ON THE SIDEWALK.
LOOK FOR THE PATTERNS AND LINES AND FACES ON THE WALL.
LOOK, IF YOU CAN, FOR SHARON MILES, VISIBLE ONLY OUT OF THE CORNER OF YOUR EYE, OR INTHE TWILIGHT ZONE.
HIS NAME: DR.
MALLORY CRAIG.
OCCUPATION: PSYCHOLOGIST NEWLY EMPLOYED BY THE CREST RIDGE SANITARIUM.
FOR THE LAST TWO WEEKS, HE'S BEEN VISUALIZING HIS FIRST DAY, LOOKING FORWARD TO IT WITH EAGER ANTICIPATION.
BUT THERE'S A TERROR BEHIND THOSE COLD, INSTITUTIONAL WALLS THAT NOTHING IN HIS EDUCATION HAS PREPARED HIM FOR.
DR.
CRAIG? YES.
REBECCA ROBB.
EVERYONE CALLS ME BECKY.
I'M THE CATCH-ALL HEAD NURSE, GOOD COP, BAD COP, ADVISOR ON POLICY, AND TRACKER-DOWN OF MISSING PAYCHECKS.
GLAD TO HAVE YOU ABOARD.
THANK YOU, UH, GLAD TO BE HERE.
THIS PLACE HAS A FINE REPUTATION.
I ONLY HOPE I CAN LIVE UP TO IT.
I'LL GET YOU THE FILES ON YOUR CLIENTS.
YOU'LL BE TAKING OVER DR.
PARNETT'S GROUP-- ABOUT SIX OR SEVEN PEOPLE.
I THINK YOU'LL FIND THEM ALL QUITE FASCINATING.
THANK YOU, UH BECKY.
BECKY, CAN I SEE YOU A SECOND? SURE.
WHAT CAN YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS PATIENT NAME OF SHARON MILES? IT SAYS HERE SHE COMMITTED HERSELF.
THAT'S CORRECT.
ALTHOUGH DR.
PARNETT THOUGHT THERE MIGHT ALSO HAVE BEEN SOME FAMILY PRESSURE TO CHECK IN.
IT ALSO SAYS SHE REFUSED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE, WAS CONSTANTLY REARRANGING THE FURNITURE IN STRANGE WAYS, AND REFUSED TO SLEEP ANYWHERE BUT IN A PLAIN, WHITE ROOM.
STILL DOES.
SINCE SHE'S BEEN HERE, SHE'S REPAINTED HER ROOM OH, I GUESS ABOUT HALF A DOZEN TIMES BY NOW ANYTIME THERE'S A SPOT OR A CRACK.
DR.
PARNETT SAID TO LET HER DO IT.
IT MIGHT BE GOOD THERAPY FOR HER.
SHE DRESSES ONLY IN SOLID COLORS AND REFUSES TO LEAVE HER ROOM EXCEPT FOR MEALS AND COUNSELING SESSIONS, AND THEN ONLY WITH DIFFICULTY.
I'VE NEVER HEARD OF ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE.
WHAT'S HER ATTITUDE? FRIGHTENED.
DOCTOR, IN MY TEN YEARS AS A NURSE, I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYONE SO COMPLETELY, UTTERLY TERRIFIED.
OF WHAT? I DON'T KNOW.
EVEN DR.
PARNETT COULDN'T FIND OUT THAT ONE.
GOOD NIGHT, DOCTOR.
(knocking) HI.
I KNOW IT'S A LITTLE BIT AFTER OFFICE HOURS, BUT I THOUGHT I'D POP BY AND SAY HELLO IF YOU DON'T MIND.
YOURS? NICE WORK.
I'M AFRAID ARTS AND CRAFTS ARE PRETTY MUCH BEYOND ME.
I TRIED TO MAKE A BOOKCASE ONCE.
IT ENDED UP AS A NAPKIN HOLDER.
NICE ROOM.
SPARTAN, BUT VERY NICE.
THANK YOU.
I'VE BEEN GOING OVER THE CASELOAD AND YOURS IS VERY INTERESTING.
I NOTICED YOU GRADUATED TO THERAPY ON A VOLUNTARY BASIS.
DR.
PARNETT DECIDED NOT TO PUSH MATTERS.
IF THERE WAS SOMETHING I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT, I'D TALK ABOUT IT.
BUT YOU HAVEN'T.
YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TO THERAPY IN NEARLY TWO MONTHS.
I'M SURE IF YOU WERE TO TRY AGAIN, I COULD ARRANGE A FIELD TRIP NO.
I DON'T THINK THAT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA.
NOT YET.
WHEN I'M READY, MAYBE.
ALL RIGHT.
BUT IF YOU SHOULD EVER FEEL LIKE TALKING, YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME.
GOOD EVENING.
GOOD.
THERE YOU ARE.
I'VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU.
BEFORE EVERYONE WENT HOME FOR THE NIGHT, I WANTED TO INTRODUCE YOU TO THE REST OF THE STAFF.
FINE.
THAT'LL BE ALL RIGHT.
(screams) GET IT AWAY FROM ME! GET IT AWAY FROM ME! GET IT AWAY FROM ME! I TOLD HER WE DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER HEAVY BLANKETS.
IT'S GETTING COLDER I DON'T CARE.
GET IT AWAY! I DON'T WANT PATTERNS.
LOOK, JUST GO AND GET TWO OR THREE LIGHT ONES.
THAT SHOULD BE ALL RIGHT, DON'T YOU THINK? AS LONG AS THEY'RE PLAIN-- ONE COLOR, NO PATTERNS.
NO PATTERNS, I PROMISE.
GO ON.
(knocking) GUESS I DIDN'T MAKE A VERY GOOD IMPRESSION LAST NIGHT.
I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID.
THE STAFF GETS IMPATIENT WITH ME AT TIMES.
ALL FORGOTTEN.
THANK YOU.
BUT IT WOULD HELP ME TREMENDOUSLY IN THE FUTURE, IF I UNDERSTOOD WHY YOU WERE SO CONCERNED.
HEY, DOC, HAVEN'T YOU HEARD? NOBODY IN HERE BUT US LOONIES.
WE DON'T HAVE TO HAVE REASONS FOR WHAT WE DO.
I DISAGREE.
AND FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH, I DON'T THINK YOU ARE A LOONIE.
SCARED, YES.
I'D LIKE TO TRY AND HELP, TALK TO YOU FOR AWHILE.
ALL RIGHT.
JUST MOVE THAT FOR THE TIME BEING.
AFTER I FINISHED COLLEGE, I MET JEFF.
WE GOT MARRIED ABOUT A YEAR LATER, AND WE HAD A BOY-- BOBBY.
HE'S SEVEN YEARS OLD NOW.
AND I DON'T HATE MY MOTHER OR MY FATHER, AND I NEVER WANTED TO SLEEP WITH MY BROTHER.
AND I WASN'T FRIGHTENED BY A CHECKERED SHEET WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL.
BUT YOU WERE FRIGHTENED LAST NIGHT.
I SAW YOU.
YOU WERE TERRIFIED BY THAT BLANKET.
NOT THE BLANKET.
THE PATTERNS.
WHY? DON'T YOU WANT TO LEAVE THIS PLACE? I CAN'T IMAGINE YOU'D WANT TO STAY.
WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME? YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE ME IF I TOLD YOU.
TRY ME.
DID YOU EVER LOOK CLOSELY AT PATTERNS, DOCTOR? I MEAN, THE KIND OF PATTERNS YOU FIND IN WALLPAPER, CRACKS IN THE CEILING, LINOLEUM FLOORS? I SUPPOSE SO, YES.
EVER SEE FACES IN THOSE PATTERNS? THE WAY THE CRACKS AND COLORS COME TOGETHER, SO THAT IF YOU LOOK AT IT-- JUST SO-- YOU CAN SWEAR YOU SEE A FACE? OF COURSE.
WE HAD A LINOLEUM FLOOR WHEN I WAS A KID.
I'D SPEND HOURS LOOKING AT THE PATTERNS, TRYING TO MAKE FACES OUT OF THEM.
THAT'S THE WAY THE BRAIN WORKS.
IT TRIES TO FIND ORDER IN CHAOS.
GIVEN THE CHANCE, THE MIND PLAYS A GAME OF CONNECT-THE-DOTS WITH WHATEVER IT HAPPENS TO BE LOOKING AT AT THE TIME.
YES, BUT DID YOU EVER WONDER WHY YOU SEE FACES? NOT ANIMALS, OR PLANTS, OR BUILDINGS, BUT FACES? NO, ACTUALLY, UNTIL YOU MENTIONED IT, IT HADN'T OCCURRED TO ME.
IT DIDN'T OCCUR TO ME, EITHER.
AT LEAST, NOT AT FIRST.
IT WAS SUNDAY.
I WAS LOOKING UP AT THE WALLPAPER.
IT WAS COVERED IN ABSTRACT PATTERNS.
YOU KNOW THE KIND.
AND I WAS LOOKING UP AT THE WALLPAPER, LOOKING INTO THE PATTERNS AND I SAW A FACE IN IT.
DOCTOR, I SWEAR IT LOOKED BACK AT ME.
RIGHT AT ME.
I CAUGHT IT OFF GUARD, I GUESS, BECAUSE I GOT THE MOST TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE FEELING THAT IT KNEW I SAW IT.
(phone ringing) THEN I LOOKED AWAY.
IT WAS GONE.
PERHAPS YOU ONLYTHOUGHT THE FACE WAS LOOKING AT YOU.
NO.
NO! YOU KNOW WHEN YOU'RE CROSSING THE STREET AND YOU MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH THE DRIVER, THE WAY EVERYBODY TELLS YOU TO? AND EVEN THOUGH YOU CAN'T SEE THEM CLEARLY, YOU CAN FEEL WHEN YOU'VE MET THEIR EYES.
YOU KNOW THEY'RE LOOKING AT YOU.
THIS FACE WAS LOOKING AT ME JUST LIKE THAT.
WHY DID IT SUDDENLY DISAPPEAR? YOU SAID YOURSELF YOU LOOKED AWAY.
AT THAT MOMENT, YOUR MIND REARRANGED THE DOTS INTO A DIFFERENT PATTERN, ONE WITHOUT A FACE.
NO, THERE WAS SOMETHING THERE, DOCTOR.
I SAW IT AND IT SAW ME.
IT'S TRYING TO KILL ME.
And I saw a face in it.
Doctor, I swear it looked back at me.
Right at me.
I caught it off guard, I guess, because I got the most terrible, horrible feeling that it knew I saw it.
Then I looked away.
It was gone.
STAYING LATE? UH NO, NO.
I WAS JUST LEAVING.
I HOPE YOU BROUGHT YOUR COAT.
LOOKS LIKE WE'RE HEADING INTO THE RAINY SEASON.
GOOD NIGHT, DOCTOR.
GOOD NIGHT, BECKY.
You said yourself you looked away.
At that moment, your mind rearranged the dots into a different pattern, one without a face.
No, there was something there, Doctor.
I saw it and it saw me.
It's trying to kill me.
(click) AFTER I SAW THE FIRST FACE, I STARTED SEEING MORE OF THEM.
THEY WERE WATCHING ME.
PEERING OUT OF THE PATTERNS OF CARPET, CEILINGS, WALLPAPER.
I TRIED TO PAINT OVER THEM, BUT THEY KEPT COMING THROUGH.
FACES IN THE PILE OF LEAVES NEXT DOOR.
FACES IN TREE TRUNKS, BRICK WALLS.
FACES IN THE DOODLES OF MY SEVEN-YEAR-OLD SON.
MY CLOTHES-- I HAD TO STOP WEARING PATTERNS.
THAT'S WHY I DON'T ALLOW PATTERNS IN MY ROOM.
THAT'S HOW THEY COME THROUGH.
SO LONG AS THEY'RE OUT OF RANGE, I'M SAFE.
SOMETIMES I GET THE FEELING THAT I HEAR THEM TALKING, WHISPERING ABOUT ME.
TRYING TO DECIDE WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO DO ABOUT ME.
YOU KEEP SAYING "THEY.
" WHO ARE THEY? I DON'T KNOW.
SOMETIMES I GET THE FEELING THAT THEY'RE LOOKING IN FROM SOMEPLACE ELSE.
SOMEPLACE PARALLEL TO THIS THAT ONLY INTERSECTS US AT CERTAIN POINTS.
I GET THE FEELING THEY'RE OLD.
VERY, VERY OLD.
WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD DO TO YOU IF THEY GOT YOU ALONE? I DON'T KNOW.
I TRY NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT.
AND I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE THEM THE CHANCE TO FIND OUT.
DID THIS HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH YOUR DECISION TO COMMIT YOURSELF? (screaming voices) I'M AWFULLY TIRED.
COULD WE PICK THIS UP WILL YOU TELL ME TOMORROW WHAT HAPPENED? (screaming voices) (dog barking) (thunder cracks) (click) DAMN.
(muffled voices) DON'T RESIST US.
COME WITH US.
COME HERE, COME.
COME WITH US.
SHARON COME WITH US.
DON'T RESIST.
COME WITH US.
SHARON DON'T RESIST.
BOBBY! (tearing sound) NO NO.
NO! (phone rings) HELLO? It's me, Sharon.
I've changed my mind.
I can't live like this anymore.
Someone has to know in case something happens to me.
Tomorrow, I'll tell you everything.
I'M GLAD TO HEAR THAT, SHARON.
And, Doctor, I lied to you.
I think I know what they are and what they're trying to do to me.
I can't trust them not to.
Doctor, please, if anything happens to me, promise me you'll protect them-- Jeff and my son.
Promise me? I PROMISE.
(disconnect) GOOD MORNING, DOCTOR.
PARDON THE BUCKET.
WE HAD THE ROOF FIXED LAST WINTER, BUT IT STILL LEAKS.
WE'VE GOT BUCKETS ALL OVER THE PLACE.
A STORM THAT BIG ALWAYS AGITATES THE PATIENTS AND LAST NIGHT WAS A DOOZY.
AROUND MIDNIGHT, WE HAD EVERYONE QUIETED DOWN EXCEPT FOR YOUR FAVORITE PATIENT.
SHARON? WHAT HAPPENED? SHE JUST STARTED SCREAMING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, SCREAMING AND POUNDING ON HER DOOR, TRYING TO GET OUT.
KEPT SAYING SHE WANTED ANOTHER ROOM, THAT SHE HAD TO GET OUT.
DID SHE SAY WHY? WELL, SHE WAS HYSTERICAL.
ANY OTHER NIGHT, WE'D HAVE GIVEN HER ANOTHER ROOM, BUT YOU KNOW HOW CROWDED WE ARE.
SHE WAS TOO DISTURBED TO LET HER WANDER AROUND, SO WE HAD TO LOCK HER ROOM.
I CALLED FOR ANOTHER NURSE TO HELP SEDATE HER.
SHE REALLY FOUGHT US, TOO.
WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME? WELL, WE WERE GOING TO, BUT SHE QUIETED DOWN.
WE DIDN'T WANT TO DISTURB YOU.
GOOD MORNING, DOCTOR.
I HEAR YOU GAVE OUR NURSES QUITE A NIGHT.
I WAS BEING SILLY.
I REALIZE THAT NOW.
STORMS FRIGHTEN ME.
ACTUALLY, THANKS TO YOU, I REALIZE I'VE BEEN SILLY ABOUT A LOT OF THINGS.
SUCH AS? SUCH AS BEING HERE, COMMITTING MYSELF, ABANDONING MY SON AND HUSBAND JUST BECAUSE OF SOME PERFECTLY IRRATIONAL FEARS.
IT'S WRONG AND I CAN SEE THAT NOW.
I GUESS ALL I REALLY NEEDED WAS SOMEONE TO TALK TO.
I I FEAR YOU GIVE ME WAY TOO MUCH CREDIT.
THAT'S A VERY PRETTY OUTFIT.
VERY INTRICATE PATTERNS.
I THOUGHT JUST ONE MORE SIGN THAT ALL IS WELL.
I CALLED THE FRONT OFFICE AND HAD IT BROUGHT TO MY ROOM.
WITH SOME LUCK, I SIGN THE RELEASE FORMS AND I'LL BE LEAVING HERE THIS AFTERNOON.
SO SOON? I THOUGHT WE COULD AT LEAST WE DID.
AND AGAIN, THANK YOU.
(humming) YOUR CAB'S HERE.
I THOUGHT I'D HELP YOU WITH YOUR BAGS.
THANK YOU.
BESIDES, I COULDN'T JUST LET YOU GO WITHOUT SAYING GOOD-BYE.
NO, I SUPPOSE NOT.
ALL THE HELP IS APPRECIATED.
(muffled whispering) DID YOU HEAR SOMETHING? NO.
MUST HAVE BEEN THE WIND.
Sharon: THAT'S NOT ME.
THAT'S ONE OF THEM.
THAT'S NOT ME! PLEASE, GOD.
Narrator: NEXT TIME YOU'RE ALONE, LOOK QUICKLY AT THE WALLPAPER AND THE CEILING, AND THE CRACKS ON THE SIDEWALK.
LOOK FOR THE PATTERNS AND LINES AND FACES ON THE WALL.
LOOK, IF YOU CAN, FOR SHARON MILES, VISIBLE ONLY OUT OF THE CORNER OF YOUR EYE, OR INTHE TWILIGHT ZONE.