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The story of Borley Rectory, said to be the most haunted building in the world before it was mysteriously destroyed by fire just before WWII.


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Mr. Price.

Mrs. Foyster.

Well, not for long.

The reverend?

He's very poorly,
confined to his room.

I'm sorry to hear this.

I must visit.

Please.

He would like that.

I must say I am
surprised to see you back here.

You believed me?

You believed everything
that happened here?

Because it is something
that will live

with me for the rest of my life.

Without doubt
what happened here

is beyond the realms of sanity.

Before this case I did not
believe in the paranormal.

I could see through people,
through their games,

I debunked them all.

The Borley Rectory changed
my perspective completely.

She's still here,
you know, waiting.

I can sense her presence.

I can sense her too,

but the rectory it's
scheduled for demolition

and I feel that
with its destruction

her secret will disappear also.

It wasn't just her.

Something else happened,
something you don't know about,

someone I didn't tell you about.

But I thought you
told me everything?

This was different.

I'm not sure if he
was real or not.

He didn't seem
associated with her.

Wait, a male presence?

Yes, but he seemed so real.

I'm sorry I cannot
tell you the story.

Wait, Mrs. Foyster,
you must tell me.

Marianne.

You don't realise what Borley
Rectory has done to me.

It almost killed me.

It has weakened me.

I don't have long myself.

I must know the story.

In between the madness.

In between the light
and darkness I saw him.

Who was he?

It was 10 years ago.

At first it was just glimpses
in the corner of my eye.

Do you believe the
energy of a place

can transfer to another
location, object,

or even another time?

What you're saying is too
fantastic to comprehend,

but yes I believe that
the energy from a location

can affix itself to an
object or indeed a person.

He has always been here.

He visited me a few times.

I'd reach out and there he
was right in front of me

and then gone in a whisper.

It stopped nearly 10 years ago.

He never returned.

Why have you not
told anyone this?

Mr. Price do you believe
in love at first sight?

Why, in certain circumstances,

but real life is not some
whimsical love story.

You wonder why
I'm here right now?

Why I've come back?

Why yes.

Because I sensed he was back.

I was hoping to see
him one more time

even if that last
time was a goodbye.

You must be
Lieutenant O'Neill.

I am.

- Are you Mr. Gibson?
- I am Edward,

Edward Gibson, the
gamekeeper around here.

- You own the land?
- Heavens, no.

For now the land is
effectively untended.

It was requisitioned
by the army in 1940.

It's being used for
training and such.

I see.

The cottage is further
up the path here.

If you like we can
go up together.

Sure.

It's really
something isn't it?

Quite wonderful.

After the home office
requisitioned the land

we rather thought it would
be used for refugees.

- You did?
- Yes.

Well, we didn't exactly
expect it to be used for,

well, I don't actually know
what it is being used for.

That's
because it's classified.

Classified.

Oh I see.

Walls have ears and all that.

Well, it's got warm running
water as well as coal.

It gets a trifle cold
in the winter months

if you're here then.

I don't know.

My son, he helped to renovate

the cottage some
time before the war.

The plan was for him to
move in with his wife.

Well, I'm sure he'll get it
back when all this is over.

Sadly he lost his
life in Dunkirk.

I'm sorry.

It's fine.

You wasn't to know.

King and country and all that.

It seems like I'm not the
only in the dark then?

Is there a key?

I can have a girl
deliver goods to your door

everyday if you wish,
including the papers.

Sure.

My cottage is two miles
further south on the road.

If you get stuck you can
always pay me a visit

and I can see what
I can do here.

Thank you.

Your leg, it still
gives you trouble?

Yes, I expect it would.

I took some shrapnel
in the side.

Some wounds have a habit
of lingering, don't they?

I'm curious why you didn't

get posted back to
the United States?

Thank you, really.

Of course.

Would you like me to walk
you back down the path?

No thank you.

Have a nice day.

Is that
the full transmission?

Over.

It is, over.

Any
idea of cypher or code?

Or do you believe
it's just chatter?

Over.

Could just be chatter.

I'll spend some more time on it.

See if they keep talking.

Over.

Okay, good work.

Over, over and out.

We'll be west out
48, coordinate 17 niner.

322, my position 323,
481, well just, over.

Those who
cling to worthless idols

turn away from
God's love for them,

but I with shouts
of graceful praise

will sacrifice to you.

What I have vowed
I will make good.

I will say salvation
comes from the Lord.

- Jesus.
- Sorry, I,

sorry, I didn't
mean to scare you.

No, that's all right.

Mr. Gibson said I should
be expecting a visitor.

- For me?
- Mm-hm.

There's quite a lot here.

I don't need all this.

They said
they'd paid for and...

You do speak then.

Here, I'll take these,
but I don't need the rest.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

You're all on rations here.

What would I look
like living like this?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Mr. Gibson asked if
you'd like more tomorrow?

Maybe every other day.

- You okay?
- Yes.

Just very tired, sir.

Oh, please don't, Robert.

I'm called Robert.

Oh.

Laura.

That's a firm handshake.

It's the war.

I didn't realise
you'd be American.

Well, we've gotta
go somewhere you know?

I should go.

Do you
think it's just chatter?

- Over.
- I'm sure.

Over.

C.O. states that you

must be absolutely certain.

Over.

I am certain.

Over.

Okay, still
continue to find patterns.

Over, over and out.

Those who
cling to worthless idols

turn away from
God's love for them,

but I with shouts
of graceful praise

will sacrifice it to you.

Mr. Gibson.

How are you
finding it old boy?

It's fine, perfect.

I'm on my way
into the village.

Wondered if there was anything
you wanted me to collect?

No, I'm fine,
thank you though.

Of course.

- Is that all?
- Yes.

- Mr. Gibson.
- Yes?

The girl, Laura, she seemed
spooked by coming here.

Oh.

- I see.
- You do?

Is it a bother?

No, it's
no bother, it's just...

This area has something
of a reputation you see.

A reputation?

Yes.

It's all a little embarrassing

and I would rather
not indulge it.

If it is a problem I can
discuss it with Laura.

I wouldn't
Laura to get into trouble.

I can assure you she won't be.

- Just a firm word.
- No, no, she's fine.

Everything's fine.

It's just, I'm just curious.

Have you explored the area?

I have.

The ruins, right?

Is that what it is
or was it a church?

A rectory in fact, dear boy.

- A rectory?
- Yes.

Is there a story there?

Just perhaps stay
away from there.

What happened to it?

Very well.

It burned down in
1939 before the war.

- Burned down?
- Yes.

Now that is all I
am happy to answer.

And why is that?

Because I don't like
indulging fantasy.

I must admit I do
find that Americans

can be a little eccentric.

Thanks.

But if you really want
to know what the fuss

is all about then I would
suggest speaking with Laura.

And ask her what?

Why she finds
the place so scary.

Have a nice morning.

Now I'm thinking this...

What are you...

I put the stuff away for you.

I'm sorry I scared you.

- It was fine.
- No, it isn't.

My dad, he was like that.

Nightmares?

He would try and stay awake
for as long as possible.

He reached the point where he
was too terrified to sleep.

Too terrified to sleep.

At least I haven't
got to that point yet.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

No, please, it's fine.

I'm sorry I woke you.

I was just...

I don't know.

What's that radio equipment for?

I can't tell you.

Really?

There's pads in there
written in German.

What are you?

- You think I'm a spy?
- No.

If you were I don't know what

you'd want to spy
on around here.

It's a listening post.

We can pick up on German
transmissions here.

Like military?

Maybe.

Most the time it's just chatter,

other times it's
music or comedy.

- Comedy, really?
- Mm-hm.

Germans have comedy too.

Can I ask about your leg?

Anzio

Got it in Anzio.

My fiance, he's in Burma.

I haven't heard from
him in two months now.

Anyway I should go.

Wait.

Why don't you like this cottage?

You'll think me silly.

No, no.

The look in your
face, that's fear.

What have you got to be so
scared about a place like this?

Nothing.

What is it?

It's really nothing.

It's the rectory
right, the nun?

Jesus Christ you're
shaking like a leaf.

What is it?

Laura please.

Please, sir, don't go
digging around in the past.

No good will come of it.

There you are.

You look as if you've
hardly slept a wink.

I haven't.

You saw something didn't you?

Have you?

Laura, please.

Yes.

What did you see?

I must leave this here and go.

It's the cottage, right?

You're terrified of this place.

The fear in your eyes is,

well, I haven't seen fear like
that since I was over there.

I have to go.

"Those who cling
to worthless idols

"turn away from
God's love for them,

"but I with shrouds
of graceful praise

"will sacrifice onto you.

"What I have vowed
I will make good.

"I will say salvation
comes from the Lord."

You've heard those
words as well, right?

That prayer, you've
heard them as well?

Okay.

Okay, and you've seen
her too, right, the nun?

Yes.

Then tell me about
it, all of it, please.

Thank you.

It was before the war.

Mr. Gibson's son, he was
looking after the house,

wanted to build a...

Anyway, look maybe I should go.

Please.

He was away for a while tending
to the lambs or something.

And?

I heard her, the
whispering, the praying.

And then I could see her.

She was standing in the doorway,
her back to me, praying.

As quick as I saw
her she was gone.

Gone?

I was white as a sheet.

I pleaded with Gibson.

I thought that it was
like an omen, a bad omen.

What do you mean?

My grandmother, she was,

she was superstitious.

She believed in whatever this is

and she always
said that whenever

anything like this
appeared it was like...

Like something bad
was gonna happen?

Yeah.

And did it?

We went to war didn't we?

Laura, I'm not gonna
lie, I did see something,

but we went to war for a
lot of different reasons.

Are you telling me
that she's the reason

why Germany invaded Poland

or why there was Pearl Harbor?

No, it's just,

it's like it's drawn to misery.

Look, you wanted to know
what I saw and I told you.

I'm sorry.

For what?

I don't know, making
you feel uncomfortable.

Look, this cottage,
the area, all of it,

it has a history.

History?

Yes.

That wasn't the
first time I saw her.

There was another?

Borley Rectory, it was
a house, a grand house.

The villagers served
those that lived there,

my mom included.

There was a fire, a huge fire.

And it burned down.

I was there, with
the Granvilles,

inside the fire started
and we all got out.

My mom made sure I was out
and safe on the grounds.

My mom left me with the nanny

while she went to help the
others put the fire out.

Everyone was so focused
on the fire they...

She was in the window.

The nun?

Watching, calm, like serene.

Just watching it all burn.

Then she saw me.

What did she do?

She did this.

Shh.

What?

It was like her warning
to not say anything

and now I have, and now
something will happen to me.

- Laura...
- No.

I should go, I should go.

I shouldn't have, but I gathered
as much stuff as I could

about the area, the
things that happened.

Books and stuff.

And you kept them?

I'd very much like
to read those books.

So this is how they do things
in the United States is it?

No, no of course not, sir.

I'll be outside.

You have 10 minutes to
have yourself ready.

Sir.

Ah, now you're befitting
an officer of the uniform.

I wasn't expecting
a visitor, sir.

Should I have waited
for an invitation?

No.

Of course not, sir.

When your superiors
transferred you

to the Allied
communications unit

they assured me that you were
the best man for the job.

Based on what you've achieved
so far I'm inclined to agree,

however I'm also
mindful of the fact

that they made no qualms
about you being transferred.

Things like that give me pause.

As indeed does a faint
smell of alcohol.

No, no, no, don't
worry, we're at war.

A chap may do anything
to steady his nerves.

The question is do
you take it too far?

It's just to steady
the nerves, sir.

Right.

That's my guarantee.

Guarantee?

We're at war, boy.

In war there are no guarantees.

There are several
listening posts like yours.

Their positions up and down
the countryside of Britain

allow the best possible chance

of intercepting
German transmissions.

Your work here is
important, vital.

I see.

It was your
expertise in languages

that made you the
best man for the job.

Thank you, sir.

What was your
background before the war?

Science.

Science and languages.

Right.

Well, you've another five
months out here, that's all.

It would help to know what

I was listening for
in particular, sir.

Listening for?

Well, you listen,
send us the codes.

We interpret them.

And that is a strictly need
to know basis only, old chap.

Right.

Planning something
big aren't we?

Well, I best be off, old chap.

Keep up the good work

and remember to report
anything and everything.

- Understood?
- Sir.

Razor six zero
to five six, over.

We just got five aggressive
bombers heading west

on 48 and 48 17 niner...

481, we'll adjust, over.

What the hell
are you doing here?

You need to leave.

Excuse me.

Leave.

Listen, old chap,
if you really are

working for the military
you need to take a moment.

There's a war on.

You smell like a brewery.

Just go.

I think your superiors need
to know what's happening here.

Wait.

What?

Do you want to help me?

I don't think I do.

Find me this man.

Mr. Price, you don't know me,

and I understand that this
letter may come out of nowhere,

but I feel like I
must write to you

with the utmost urgency.

I fear I may have
uncovered something

truly awful in this area.

This site that you
once investigated.

I implore you for help.

I need your help.

Mr. Price.

- Your morning mail, sir.
- Thank you, dear boy.

Lieutenant O'Neill.

Good god, Harry Price.

Your correspondence,
it intrigued me.

Would you like a drink?

Tea would be
splendid, thank you.

Should I even be here?

I work for
Allied communications

listening in on
German transmissions.

I see.

Sounds like complicated work.

It is.

And not without
its difficulties.

Lieutenant...

- Robert, please.
- Thank you.

So shall we talk about
what's been happening to you?

Of course.

Sorry, I'm American and tea
isn't exactly our forte.

Starting at the
beginning is difficult.

What brought you here?

Mr. Price, I'm still governed
by the Official Secrets Act.

I'm not asking for
details, dear boy.

I merely wish to know
how you ended up here.

I was transferred
by a recommendation.

I'm an expert in languages,
specifically German.

You are?

I spent some time in
Germany before the war.

Before, him.

I see.

It's not enough to
understand a language.

To know another language you
need to know the culture,

how they interact, how
they love, how they...

You don't see
them as the enemy?

No, no, Hitler, yeah.

He's a monster.

Most of German high
command are monsters too,

but the soldiers, they're
just young men like us.

Us?

Me.

I'm sorry, I'm just nervous.

I read your book by the way.

Well, glad to hear it.

I'd like to know
more about Marianne.

And what
would you like to know?

- Well, who was she?
- Was?

Is, she's still alive, dear boy.

Is she?

Why of course.

I see.

And after that, that was when
I decided to write to you.

I see.

So
what's your opinion?

My opinion?

Well, I need to
gather my thoughts.

No, no, please, Mr. Price,

instinctively what
are your thoughts?

That this is the
work of a fantasist.

You're joking, right?

I'm afraid not.

A fantasist?

Robert, I say this not to
antagonise you, but to...

There are two
schools of thought,

one, that these events
are indeed real,

or that they are the work
of the deluded or liars.

So I'm a liar?

I don't
believe you are.

Okay.

I believe in life after death,

but unlike my peers I cannot
merely rush to a conclusion.

To have blind
faith in a subject.

You require no proof
merely to believe.

I need more than that.

I know, I read your works.

In the cases you investigated,

several of them you yourself
proved to be hoaxes,

but Borley was
different wasn't it?

Borley was different.

You believed it was real?

There were certain events
that took place that,

yes, I couldn't disprove.

Then what about me?

Your case
is slightly different.

Slightly?

Well, Robert, I cannot
merely believe you.

I must examine the facts.

All right, then
what are those?

You are an
alcoholic, are you not?

I...

And I believe
you are still suffering

from a form of shell shock.

I'm...

And you forget I've
seen that face before,

the faces of the
young men returning

from France in the Great War.

Mr. Price...

It's all over
your face, Robert.

It's etched like trenches.

Go on.

This area, the
books, the photograph,

the transmissions,
all of these things,

they impair your ability to
reach a logical conclusion.

Mr. Price, I won't
deny any of that,

but I did see something.

Time is short.

I believe that it's urgent
medical help you require

and to return to
the United States.

You're leaving?

I'm afraid I must.

As I say, I cannot help you.

Mr. Price, in your
book you yourself

said that you must
investigate all possibilities

before coming to a conclusion.

And?

You've listened to my story

and you've seen the evidence
of my state of mind,

but you still haven't seen
anything for yourself.

Right.

Then stay here.

One night, that's all I ask.

And if nothing happens?

Then I will request
immediate transfer

and demobbing to the U.S.

Is that your word?

Absolutely.

Very well.

Thank you.

But if I'm right?

Yes.

Robert, in order for me

to help you I need
to know something.

Yes?

What exactly
happened over there?

The same thing that
happens to everyone else.

I believe
your story is different.

What?

The German solider,
the woods in Italy.

You said you were separated
from your platoon.

- I ran.
- You ran?

We were supposed to be
storming this German post.

They cut us to ribbons.

Machine gun fire, Molotovs.

It was like we were
rats in a barrel.

I stood in the middle of
this gunfire and I ran.

I see.

My entire platoon
was cut down.

And I escaped only to have

a German soldier
stumble across me,

but that wasn't the worst of it.

My platoon commander, he
thought I just got separated

and rewarded me with gallantry.

But I ran like a coward.

You're no coward, Robert.

You merely did
not wish to die.

I'd been in combat situations
for two years before that.

Not a problem.

But in that moment I...

The body has a point
of no return, Robert.

A point where it
can take no more

and that point is
different for each person.

And you think
that was it for me?

I'd reached my point?

I believe so.

Well, what about you then?

Where's your point?

I hope I never
reach that point.

Okay.

Robert?

Robert?

Robert?

Mr. Price?

Mr. Price, what is it?

My heart.

Did you see something?

You saw something in
the garden, didn't you?

Was it the nun?

You can see me?

Yes.

Am I dreaming?

Am I dreaming?

There's only one
way to find out.

Usually when your hand
touches mine you disappear.

I usually wake up.

Mr. Price,

look, do you really
think you should be?

You're right of
course, dear boy.

You know, it's not often
that one in this field

experiences something that
chills you to the bone,

but today I fear
that is the case.

So it was her then?

There's a theory that
it's not the houses

that are haunted,
but the people.

The people?

Have you never wondered
why some families,

they can experience such terror,

yet others see nothing?

I've never really
thought about it.

The people, from the
other side or wherever,

it's as if they survive on
the heartbreak of the living.

It's upon you like
a shroud, dear boy.

The heartbreak, the
horrors of the war.

So what am I, a divining rod?

I don't quite know, Robert.

We're on the very
edge of science.

There is no actionable evidence,
merely what we perceive.

Look, Mr. Price, if
you're not gonna take this...

Robert, I feel your case
requires further investigation.

You needn't worry, Lieutenant.

I'm not spying.

Who said I was worried?

It is the Deutschland

you're at war with, not Austria.

I know, but last I checked
Hitler was from Austria.

Of course I have been vetted

by das Englander government.

But not by mine.

Robert, Rudi is here to help.

I don't doubt that,

but the sort of
trouble I would be in

having civilians in here,
least of all a German.

- Austria.
- Well, whichever.

Robert, you do want
to be helped don't you?

All I
know is the kind

of punishment treason carries.

Well, what is the price
for your own sanity?

Excuse me?

You have not been sleeping.

The eyes, they never lie.

- I have been sleeping.
- Nein.

You've been walking the
grounds at the Borley Rectory.

For how long, hm?

Any ideas?

Look...

If you want to turn
me away that is fine,

but I think I may
be your best chance.

Robert, Rudi is one of
my most trusted colleagues.

I will vouch for him personally.

Robert, I am not a spy.

Okay.

Okay, what next?

Next, next we should
start at the beginning.

That is quite a story.

- It's not a story.
- Oh, but it is.

At least to others,

they will think it's a
story, will they not?

I don't know what it is.

Rudi, what are your thoughts?

Robert is experiencing
something I have no word for.

What do you mean?

It isn't just
seeing the nun is it?

It's Marianne in your
dreams and in the flesh.

The general consensus is
that the dead haunts living

not the living
haunting the living.

Can you help me?

I am not sure.

What?

You've seen her too?

The nun, yes.

What is the
basis for this nun?

Ah, now you see the
unpublished story goes

that the nun, she
becomes pregnant.

Now naturally due to her faith

her crimes exact the most
severe of punishments.

Is that who it is, this nun?

I believe that most
entities of the afterlife

often lack awareness
of what they are.

They are, what is the
word, more emotive.

What do you mean?

A man dies, for
example, of old age.

He passes peacefully.

There is no pain.

His emotion is less emotive.

Therefor he's less likely to
interfere with the other side,

with our world.

Think of the most
powerful emotions, love.

Hate.

Fear.

A pregnant women murdered
by the ones she trusted

in the name of
the God she loved.

Think of the pure
hatred that must've

filled her heart at
that precise moment.

Oh my god.

Yeah.

Indeed.

Looks like
I'm in your hands, Rudi.

It is my plan to induce
a trance into Robert

pushing him into a
dream-like state.

With each tick you
will feel your body

slowly drifting into sleep.

We shall begin.

There she is.

You must make a
contact with her.

Reach, reach out to her.

Reach out.

Quickly, before she leaves.

Robert, you must
control your feelings.

Let go.

Yeah.

Seek the answers.

Nein.

She is getting away.

Who is this?

That is not her.

She is not the one you seek.

Don't hurt me.

This one is possessed.

She's possessed.

Is this what you
wanted to show me?

An innocent woman murdered.

How she doesn't know
peace yet, is that it?

It's not just her is it?

She has a child, and her
child, an unborn child.

Both of them, each.

But maybe I can help.

I know what I have to do.

It's you.

It's you.

You're Marianne.

I'm not
sure why I'm here today.

Something flashed through
my mind, a vision.

For her.

I came for her.

- The nun?
- Yes.

- She needs to be at peace.
- Exactly.

She wasn't vengeful,
she wanted help.

I'm here to finish her story.

I have felt her presence
for so many years.

Her cries for help
echoing through

these now saddened corridors.

You've been in my dreams too.

We're connected, all of us.

We both need to help her.

She's here.

Whoever you were.

This cross is for you.

Why us?

Maybe all three of us
were lost in some way,

you, me, the nun.

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