Widow's Point (2019) - full transcript
An author who spends a weekend locked in a haunted lighthouse as a publicity stunt for his next book becomes a target for powerful supernatural forces.
♪ 10,000 sunsets ♪
♪ 10 million tears ♪
♪ My soul will find rest ♪
♪ In your ways of fear ♪
Would you look at that?
Wow.
Mr. Parker?
Livingston?
Yeah, just call me Thomas.
Hey, I'm sorry, you
really startled me.
You drive all the way up here?
Yeah, well, it's
cheaper than flying.
Stopped in a couple
of little motels.
Sure the accommodations
here are a little nicer.
You really think so?
Well, more interesting, anyway.
I stopped in town and
got some groceries.
You wanna give me a hand and...
You ready to go in?
Yeah, sure, I'm
anxious to get inside.
Ah, wow, this is great.
This is really great.
I think utility's turned on.
Out of town cleaning
crew will come in
and make the place presentable.
No local outfit
will take the job.
I think it's great
just the way it is.
That package there
arrived for you yesterday.
Oh, yeah,
this is my research.
You already know the alarm code.
This is the key
to the front door.
It's a key to the gate.
I'll lock the gate when I leave.
Keep it locked at all times.
What about the key
to the lighthouse?
Don't get clever.
Our agreement clearly states
that you are not to set foot
in that tower under
any circumstance.
Well, you can't blame
a guy for trying.
I would've had the whole
thing torn down years ago
if the Harper's Cove
Historical Society
didn't make this
thing a landmark.
Tear it down?
Because of a few
little ghost stories?
Stories are for children
and adults with
childlike sensibilities.
Well, I sure would like
to know your story.
I'm not interested
in telling it.
Enjoy your stay.
I hope it's uneventful.
All right, well, you have
a good day, Mr. Sunshine.
You're not playing, Mr. Parker.
Neither am I.
In
1985, United Showcase Films
rented the Widow's
Point Lighthouse
as the location for the
movie "Rosemary's Spirit,"
which filmed in Harper's
Cove for six weeks.
Get the neutral density filter.
Copy, Carlos.
The gothic chiller
was directed by Henry Rothchild
and starred screen
veterans Garret Utley
and Britney Langshire.
Popular daytime actress Lydia
Pearl costarred as Rosemary.
And it shall come.
Well, darling, one more day
and we'll be back in
hills of Hollywood.
I'm counting the minutes.
Not a fan of Harper's Cove?
Not a fan of our
soap opera starlet.
Oh, no worries there, she
won't be on the soaps for long.
You know, she has
stolen this show.
That's because she has
all the best lines.
Next time, I'm thinking
maybe you'll wanna sleep
with the writer instead
of the director.
You're just jealous
'cause I got there first.
I'm gonna miss that
charming wit of yours.
Where is Lydia?
She should be out
of Makeup by now.
Come on, this is her last shot.
Let's wrap her already.
This is Karl, does anyone
have eyes on number three?!
This is Mike.
Number three went
10-1 20 minutes ago.
I haven't seen her since.
These actors are like children,
you can't let them out of
your sight for a second.
Toddlers with agents.
- Exactly.
- Get her to set, now, Mike!
Copy.
Lydia, you in there?
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Lydia, sorry to interrupt,
but you're invited to set.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Is everything okay?
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Lydia?
And it shall come.
Xa'niyus awaits!
Lydia!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
Lydia!
There's something
wrong with her,
really, really wrong with her.
All actresses are crazy,
don't you know that?
Where is she now?
I don't know.
I lost her.
How do you lose
another human being?
You should've never
let her leave.
What did you want me
to do, tie her up?
Wait a minute.
There she is.
What the hell is she doing?
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
What's this scene?
Did you give her more to do?
No, this isn't in the script.
Not good, Henry.
Lydia!
Come down from there!
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Get her down here, now!
Uh-huh.
Two weeks
later, the security fence
on the lighthouse
grounds went up.
Lydia Pearl was the
most famous victim
of the Widow's Point curse,
but she was far
from the only one.
How the hell is my
favorite client?
Am I your favorite client?
Well, you
are today, right now.
Well, I'm touched.
Here's the
million-dollar question:
Where is my favorite client?
I'm staying at the
Widow's Point Lighthouse
in Harper's Cove.
Okay, I'll bite.
Where's Harper's Cove?
Why don't you look it up?
Supposed to be one of the most
haunted locations in America.
Really?
I like the sound of this.
I thought you would.
Abandoning his midlife
crisis, literary aspirations.
Thomas Livingston returns to
the genre that made him famous.
Well, you know,
divorce isn't cheap.
I need the money.
I've been begging you
to do this for years.
Do you have an outline?
No, I'm just here
doing research.
Well,
how about a title?
Right now, it's "Widow's Point."
History of all the
horrible things
that have happened
here over the years.
Nonfiction?
That's a
nihilistic approach.
But it'll be scary, right?
This is gonna be the scariest
thing I've ever written.
That's all I need to hear
to get you an advance.
There's one more thing.
I'm gonna be the first
person in 30 years
to stay in the actual
lighthouse itself.
A publicity stunt,
I like this new you.
I don't want anybody
to know about this
until the book's been published.
Okay?
I will take care of that.
Rosa will handle
the PR personally.
Yeah, and get to work on
that advance, would you?
Baby, you
know what I like.
All right,
I'll be in touch.
On August 3rd, 1933,
lighthouse keeper
Patrick Collins
invited his brother-in-law,
Joseph O'Leary,
and two other men to play cards
in the room located beneath
the lighthouse catwalk.
Mwah.
Patrick's wife Abigail
tucked in their two
children for the night.
Mama?
Yes, Delaney?
Will you tell Papa and Uncle
Joseph I said goodnight?
Of course I will.
And me?
And you too, Stephen.
Oh.
Mwah.
Goodnight, children.
O'Leary
worked as a dock worker
in Harper's Cove.
A lifelong bachelor, he
was best known in town
as the man who single-handedly
foiled a bank robbery
when the culprit ran straight
into his formidable chest.
Okay, see what you got, girls.
I got a pair.
I got nothing.
Feast your
eyes on these lovelies.
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
It's that damned Irish luck.
I'm Irish, how come
I'm not winning?
'Cause you're black Irish.
All right, I'm gonna
go to the shitter.
Pour me some more of that brown.
It's some shitter.
Yeah, I've
noticed you use it enough.
Yeah, at my age, your
bladder can't be too choosy.
"It's 'cause you're
black Irish."
Abby?
Wait, you're not my sis.
Who are you, and what the
hell are you doing here?
Well, answer me.
What are you doing
here dressed like that?
Little late for a wedding.
Start squawking,
or I'll paste you!
And it shall come.
Xa'niyus awaits.
Kill them all.
Oh, my god.
Boy, that
was quite the piss.
Sorry.
I'm dizzy.
That's what you get for
drinking so much, you big ape.
Hey, no come back?
Well, he must really be sick.
You do look awful.
Hey, maybe you should
stay here tonight.
Yeah.
Maybe that's for the best.
Abby and the kids
will be thrilled
to see you when they wake up.
Well, everyone's asleep.
Help yourself to the icebox.
I can't.
I can't eat anything.
You'll feel better
in the morning
when you count your winnings.
Goodnight.
That
night, O'Leary composed
the infamous rambling letter
describing his
supernatural encounter.
And it shall come.
Oh, my god.
Oh, Jesus.
The next morning,
fishermen found
O'Leary's body shattered
on the ground below
the lighthouse.
The police made a more
gruesome discovery inside.
Patrick Collins was the
last lighthouse keeper
at Widow's Point.
No one ever lived there again.
- Hey.
- Hey, you.
Welcome to Widow's Point.
I don't know whether to
be excited or scared.
How about a little of both?
Just park it right over there.
All right.
It doesn't look scary.
Yeah, you should see it
when the sun goes down.
I'm kidding.
It's creepy as hell.
Why are you doing this?
You've never resorted
to gimmicks before.
Yeah, well, look
where it got me.
Besides, I wanna know the truth.
Write that down.
- Hey.
- Hey, buddy.
Andre, this is my
publicist Rosa.
Rosa, this is my
right hand man Andre.
Welcome to Spook Central.
Nice toys.
Thanks, I make documentaries
when I'm not shooting
commercials, so.
Ah.
Art versus commerce.
- Mm.
- I feel your pain.
Okay, I want you to
keep your eyes glued
to this monitor all weekend.
Okay, you got the best
seat in the house.
Should've brought some popcorn.
So Thomas's camera will transmit
the footage he shoots
to this recorder.
You'll listen to his audio
from his wireless mic
over these speakers.
- Got it?
- Yep.
Guess I won't have much time
to get reading done, will I?
Oh, you're wrong about that.
This is the research
on Harper's Cove
and Widow's Point Lighthouse.
Mm.
Even feels scary.
All right, guys, Mr.
Parker is gonna be
coming back any time,
so let's get this thing
rolling, you know?
And let's make some
history this weekend, huh?
- Okay.
- All right.
Okay, roll it.
I mean, action.
Hi, my name is
Thomas Livingston,
and I am standing
outside of the legendary
Widow's Point Lighthouse
in Harper's Cove.
Built in 1838, it was named
for the widows of the sailors
who died in shipwrecks below.
In the decades that followed,
nearly two dozen mysterious
incidents occurred,
including disappearances,
suicide, and murder.
Robert James Parker closed
the lighthouse in 1933.
40 years later, his
son converted it
into a naval museum
that lasted only a year.
No human being has
occupied the lighthouse
for almost 100 years,
that is, until now.
I've arranged to spend
the entire weekend
locked inside this
notorious landmark.
I have no phone, no computer,
no way to communicate
with the outside world.
I'll be completely cut off
until that door is unlocked,
Monday, at this same time.
All right.
Cut it.
Nice work, Tom.
You're a natural.
This is all a joke to you.
No, no, no.
Mr. Parker, this is
not a joke, okay?
I take it very seriously.
Eh.
Come on, you guys, let's
get the ball rolling.
Walk this way.
You're
making a mistake.
Well,
that's your opinion,
but you're paid well for my
use of the lighthouse, sir.
This is Rosa.
I have picture
from both cameras.
Over.
Copy.
Good to go, Tom.
All righty.
No turning back now.
Ah.
And there she is.
Woo.
Sure does smell musky in here.
It should.
She's been breathing
dead air for 30 years.
Definitely not taking the
cooler all the way up there.
Come back down for water
and food when I need it.
It's your show.
I will see you on Monday.
If you say so.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
we begin our journey
into the heart
of Widow's Point Lighthouse.
I hope you're
getting this, Rosa.
Every second, Tommy.
All right, looks
good, sounds good.
I'm taking off.
Wait, you're leaving
me here alone?
Yeah, my work here is done
and I don't feel like
waiting around for no ghosts.
There's my card if you
have any technical issues.
Okay.
All right.
Adios.
Well, looks like it's
just you and me, Tommy.
The
Widow's Point Lighthouse
has 69 steps, and I'm getting
to know each one, intimately.
Wow.
Looks like this
will be my penthouse
for the next three nights.
That is the table
where Patrick Collins
played cards with
his brother-in-law.
The air is thick and
stagnant in here,
like something is
alive and waiting.
Way to sell a story.
Now, let's see what's up there.
Spooky.
Whoa.
Mother Ocean as far
as the eye can see.
It's almost enough
to render me speechless.
O'Leary leapt to
his death from here,
and Lydia Pearl hung herself.
I wonder, were there others?
What is that?
Looks like someone
left their mark here.
I gotta get something to drink.
My god, that's salty.
That's salty too,
what's going on here?
Okay, now you're
making me thirsty.
22.
23.
24.
25.
27.
28.
29.
30.
31.
The candlelit dinner for one?
Hm?
Mm.
Mm.
Here's looking at you, kid.
- Mm.
- Back at you.
In
2007, a local fisherman
called the Harper's Cove police
and reported seeing
someone on the catwalk
of the Widow's Point Lighthouse.
No one was supposed
to be up there,
so Officer Richard Mellon,
a third generation Harper's
Cove cop, drove out for a look.
A car parked out front
belonged to Clifford McGee,
a third-year photography major
at Vanderton College
in Waterville, Maine.
Two days earlier,
McGee left a note
for his roommates
explaining he had found
the perfect subject
for a photo essay.
Clifford McGee?
Are you okay?
Hey.
Hey.
Hey!
Hey, turn around...
Oh!
Whoa, easy.
Easy, easy now.
There we go.
There we go.
Calm down.
That's it.
That's better.
There we go.
Calm down.
That's it.
What do you say we, whoa.
Whoa, whoa!
What's gotten into you?
Was the lighthouse
denied another victim?
McGee is catatonic and
institutionalized to this day.
Detectives examined the
memory card of his camera,
128 megabytes, all full.
Over 5,000 photos of the sea,
all taken from the same angle
from that same
spot on the catwalk
over a 24-hour period
with no deviation.
Two weeks later, Ronald Parker
installed security alarms
throughout the lighthouse.
I haven't opened this notebook
since I've gotten here.
But it's open now.
This writing wasn't here before.
I've never seen it
before this moment.
You really want that
bestseller, don't you?
"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow."
Harper's Cove Gazette.
August 4th, 1933.
Looks like a journal.
Delaney Collins.
What the hell?
Shit.
Wait a minute.
Yeah, I still hear you.
DC, Delaney Collins.
This should be interesting.
- Hello?
- Andre, this is Rosa.
Well, hey, what's up?
I've lost picture
on the monitor,
but I still have audio
from the camera mic.
That doesn't make sense.
Okay, well, I'm gonna need
you to get this working again.
It's after
eight o'clock.
I don't care.
We rented your gear
for the weekend
and we need it all weekend.
All right, all right.
Give me a half hour.
Make it 20 minutes.
"My name is Delaney Collins.
"I'm 12 years old and
I live in a lighthouse
"in Harper's Cove with my
parents and my brother.
We moved here a
year ago, and I love it.
Sometimes, it feels like
I can see forever from here.
Stephen is such a brat, but
he never gets in trouble.
It's always my fault as
far as Father is concerned.
Sometimes, I wish I
was an only child.
Almost 100 years ago, when
the lighthouse was built,
three men walking on the
catwalk fell to their deaths.
No one knows why.
Something is wrong here.
Sometimes, it smells
dead and rotten.
I see things from
the corner of my eye,
like shadows that move
when they shouldn't.
Nobody else sees them.
Nobody else feels them.
That doesn't mean
they aren't there.
♪ This old man, he played one ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my thumb ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
Hey,
what are you doing?
If I see
her again, I'm telling Mama.
I know what she'll say,
"There's no such thing as
ghosts, Delaney Jane Collins,"
but I don't care.
I have to tell someone.
I don't want to go to
sleep, because I'm scared.
You, my dear, you
are far too old
to be having such
dreams, Delaney Jane.
It wasn't a dream.
Okay.
Well, then, it was
your imagination.
No more "Legends of
Sleepy Hollow" for you.
She was real.
There is no such
thing as ghosts.
I know what I saw.
Then why didn't your
brother see her, hm?
You sleep in the same room.
He was asleep!
Oh, sweetheart, so were you.
I
snuck down to the beach.
I know I shouldn't have.
Father has warned
me it's dangerous,
and Mother has made me promise
to never go down
there without them.
Delaney!
Watch for poison ivy.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
10!
11!
12!
13!
14!
15!
16!
17!
18!
19! 20!
Ready or not, here I come!
Got you!
What happened, Delaney?
Stephen Patrick,
what did you do?
Nothing, we were just playing.
Delaney, why did you scream?
I saw...
You saw what?
A rat.
Don't worry, girl.
No rat can hurt you
here, nothing can.
I'll always keep you safe.
The
lighthouse is playing
games with me.
This is a bad place.
People aren't
meant to live here.
Stay out!
Don't come in here!
I mean it!
Don't come in here!
I'm not afraid of you.
Stephen?
Stephen, give me that knife.
Give it to me!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
It's okay.
Everything will be all right.
Don't worry, I won't
tell Mama and Papa.
My
prayers have been answered.
The ghost is gone and
it's been three weeks
since I had a nightmare.
Tonight, Father has one of his
Poker games in the lighthouse.
I'll get to see Uncle Joseph.
I'm looking forward
to a wonderful night.
That poor, sweet, innocent
girl, butchered by a madman.
It's almost too much to bear.
This doesn't make any sense.
Right, the only
reason we should have
time code over solid black
is if that Tom somehow
hit the record button
with the lens cap still on.
You can see he didn't do that.
And he couldn't even reach
the camera from there.
Could someone else
have done this?
You think he's pulling a hoax?
I don't know, without
image, no one can disprove
anything he says is
happening in there.
Plausible deniability.
No one put a cap over the lens.
Watch, it goes from
picture to black,
picture to black,
picture to black.
A cap never even
enters the frame.
Oh, hold it.
What?
You see this?
This is known as a flash frame.
These used to happen
all the time in film,
but we're working in digital,
so I guess
it's a glitch.
What is that?
I don't know.
Weird?
Okay, well, can you do
anything with this image?
I guess I could use
color correction
to open up some more detail.
Do it.
We're gonna have
to stop recording
while I transfer the
footage to my laptop.
That could lead to accusations
that we tampered
with the footage.
Do it.
Jesus.
God, that's even
saltier than before.
All right, I am knocking
down the exposure
and opening up the detail.
Voila.
Oh, my god.
Do you see her?
I see something.
Okay, Thomas is holding
Delaney Collins's journal.
He says her name here, and
that's when the camera glitched.
Delaney Collins, the little
girl that was murdered here?
Yeah.
Yeah, look.
This is her right here, and
that sure looks like her too.
Don't you see it?
Again, I see something.
How can you not see it?
I don't know, people
see different things
when they look at
the same cloud.
No, that's her.
I know it is.
The question is, how
did he pull it off?
Here.
Found these in the closet.
They're a little
dusty and mothy.
Oh, good.
Thanks for staying.
I feel embarrassed for asking.
Don't worry about it.
I'd be afraid to
stay alone here too.
Sure you don't wanna
stay in one of the rooms?
No, I better stay up and
keep listening to Tom.
Taking one for the team.
Cool.
Well, I'm gonna head to bed.
I'll see you in the morning.
Perfectly fine.
Yee-hoo.
It's late.
I am exhausted.
I will put the camera
in motion detector mode
and I'll leave the audio
activated all night,
and, hopefully, I
won't see anything
incriminating in my sleep.
What in the hell was that?
Did you hear that?
It sounded like footsteps.
Hello, who's out there?!
Where's my flashlight?
What?
Great, no lock.
Where's that flashlight?
It was absolutely
fine last night.
What the hell?
Oh, maggots.
Oh, god.
Doesn't that look
like a yummy meal?
Good morning.
Hey.
How'd you sleep?
Not good.
That was some storm last night.
Yeah, you're not kidding.
How's our subject?
Is that what he is?
I thought we were
his captive audience.
He's talking to
himself a lot more.
Writers do that.
He's probably just
rehearsing for an interview
for Playboy or something.
How about some breakfast?
As long as it isn't
covered in maggots.
Hm.
Yum, glad you told me.
Mm-hm.
So, how are things in
Haunted House Land?
He's playing us, Marshall.
I don't know how, but
he's blocked the image
from the camera, so
we're only getting audio.
Why would he do that?
So we can't see what's
going on in there,
which is nothing.
He's putting on his own radio
drama like Orson Welles.
Sweetie, that's just
behind-the-scenes footage,
like they do in all the movies.
Don't get wrapped up in it.
Let him do his thing.
He's making us
accomplices to his hoax.
This little weekend
excursion is gonna generate
plenty of sexy copy once
his book is published.
Did you get that
image I texted you?
I really couldn't
make out too much,
not with that light flare.
Yeah, those are hotspots,
commonly associated with
paranormal activity,
which he wants us to believe.
I really wish he worked that
hard on his last four books.
And I hope this doesn't
blow up in our faces.
You worry too much.
Goddamn bullshit.
Delaney.
Delaney's right, that it's
really fucked up in here!
Empty.
Empty?
Empty!
Water.
Someone's playing
games around here.
Saltwater.
Andre!
Sea.
Seawater.
Rosa!
Help!
Oh, god.
Please, just stop.
Please.
Do you hear that?
I don't hear anything.
Exactly.
We've lost audio now.
There's nothing coming
through the mixer either.
The signal has just stopped.
See?
No more time code.
Couldn't it just
be the batteries?
Not on our end.
Okay, so I snuck a
phone in, big deal!
Come on, answer.
Come on.
Come on.
Hello?
Now we've lost audio.
You don't say.
We have no idea what's
going on in there,
or if Thomas is okay.
What do you think is
happening in there?
Nothing.
Well, we have nothing
to worry about, then.
This is all showmanship.
I didn't think he had it in him.
Do you mind if I
come home early?
How early?
Today.
You sound scared.
I'm a city girl, I
don't belong here.
I need you there when Thomas
comes out of the lighthouse.
This will be over
before you know it.
Come on, you bitch.
Worthless piece of shit!
Where in the hell
did my phone go?
Give me back my phone!
Delaney!
97.
98.
99.
Should be 69 steps.
Why haven't I
reached the top yet?
I read Thomas's research
notes last night.
In 1836, two years before
this lighthouse was built,
a clipper ship called the Pisces
sank out there during a storm.
All hands were lost.
A sailor named Jonah Burch
left behind a widow
named Rebecca.
Jonah and Rebecca made
their home in New Hampshire,
and when Rebecca found out
about her husband's death,
she came to Harper's Cove.
She spent three nights in
town, and then disappeared.
A week later, her broken body
was found on the rocks below.
She was wearing
her wedding dress.
The local doctors
determined that the fall
broke several of her bones,
but it didn't kill her.
She suffered for days,
trapped on those rocks,
before dying of exposure
and slow hemorrhaging.
That's harsh.
Rebecca
Burch is the widow
this point is named after.
200, will you look at that?
201.
202.
203.
Andre!
Rosa!
Rosa!
Andre, help me!
Oh, my, oh, my god.
Jesus!
Are they gone?
Or am I?
They're back.
Rosa?!
Rosa?!
What?
It's night.
It can't be night already!
It's not possible.
It's nighttime.
How the hell this get up here?
If I had a rope, I
could just climb down.
Or hang myself.
Somehow, I lost an entire day.
I know it's impossible,
but it happened.
And now it's raining.
Somebody wrote in my book.
I admit I did it
the last time, okay?
It was me, all right?
I lied and I admit that.
Whether out of showmanship
or bullshit or whatever,
I lied.
But this,
this is real, okay?
Somebody's fucking with me.
Something is rotten in Denmark.
♪ This old man, he played one ♪
♪ He played knick... ♪
- Delaney!
- ♪ Knack on my thumb ♪
Delaney!
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack ♪
- ♪ Give a dog a bone ♪
- Delaney!
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
- Hello?
- Hey there, Tommy Boy.
What's the matter, son?
Cat got your tongue?
Dad?
That's right, Tommy
Boy, it's your old man.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, this isn't real.
Oh, it's
real all right.
No.
No, this can't be happening,
because you're dead!
Well, that's true,
but you won't be, not really.
You'll never leave
this place, Tommy Boy.
You'll be trapped here
with the rest of them,
night after night, just
you and all of your shame
- and regret and failure.
- You shut up!
Like father
like son, huh, Tommy Boy?
Why do you think
I beat your mom?
Why do you think I did all that?
Shut up!
♪ This old man, he played two ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my shoe ♪
Delaney!
Delaney!
It's Sunday.
Oh, no.
I will not spend
it in this place!
There's no way in hell!
Everything's gonna be okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.
I came here for the money.
Of course I did.
It's always about the money.
Something keeps
touching my face.
I can feel its breath.
It stinks!
Monsters.
This is madness.
Get off of me!
Oh!
Stop touching me.
There's evil in the walls,
in the air.
It feeds on this fear!
I just wanna go home!
And never come back again!
I just, oh, wanna go home!
Yeah, this is a very bad place.
I hear whispering in my head.
I hear voices.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
It is coming.
I am back at the fucking
top of the stairs again!
How is that possible?!
None!
None of this is
fucking possible!
My
name is Thomas Livingston.
I've been trapped inside
the Widow's Point Lighthouse
for, what feels
like, an eternity.
I know longer know if it's day
or night, or what day it is.
Where is the sun?!
I should be starving,
but the lighthouse
gives me rats to eat.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Delaney.
You're alive.
I thought I killed you.
Stevie.
Abigail.
Patrick.
Monster.
That makes two of us.
You killed her too.
Lydia.
Lydia Pearl.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
- Rebecca Burch.
- And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
- Am I...
- And it shall come.
- And it shall come.
- To become one of you, then?
Am I one of you?!
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
It is coming.
No!
What?!
What is coming?!
What is coming, I have to know!
The master.
The ancient one.
It came here from another
dimension millennia ago,
traveled the world by sea.
The Kwakiutl tribe call
it Xa'niyus, devil fish.
The Polynesians
called it Kanaloa,
the god of the underworld.
The Micronesians
called it Na Kika.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
What was that?
Xa'niyus has been
trapped here for eons.
It requires an enormous
amount of energy
to return to its world, energy
derived from human souls.
It sank the ships and
killed the sailors.
It's been storing
the energy it needs
here in the lighthouse.
It's like one giant battery.
Only when it
collects enough souls
will it have the energy
it needs to leave.
We are its servants.
You'll serve it too.
You'll stay here with us.
Not on your lives.
You don't have a choice.
It's already here.
Oh, my god.
The hell?
No.
That thing will
never take me alive.
Xa'niyus doesn't want you alive.
What if I kill it?
Will you all be freed?
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Xa'niyus can never be killed.
We'll see about that.
Oh, god.
Turn that damn thing off.
I'll go call the constable.
Oh, my lord.
The police and EMTs just left.
We need to do something
with Thomas's car.
What I need to do is talk
to our legal
department, right away.
I warned you.
Lawyers don't need to
know that, do they?
Not necessarily.
What did
you have in mind?
Thomas had a great story here
at Widow's Point Lighthouse.
Oh, one could argue it's
an even better story now.
I wanna be the one to write it.
Nonfiction?
You want it to sell, don't you?
You'll have to write it fast
in order for it to be timely.
Yeah, no problem.
I have Thomas's research notes,
but I'm gonna wanna
do some of my own too.
What kind of advance
were you hoping for?
We'll talk when I
get back to New York.
Ghosts
around me and sing my name.
Widow's Point Lighthouse
will never let me leave.
Xa'niyus waits for us all.
♪ My final sunset ♪
♪ My final plea ♪
♪ Where will my soul rest ♪
♪ For eternity ♪
♪ This old man, he played one ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my thumb ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
♪ This old man, he played two ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my shoe ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
♪ This old man,
he played three ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my knee ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
♪ This old man, he played four ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my door ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
♪ This old man, he played five ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my hive ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
♪ 10 million tears ♪
♪ My soul will find rest ♪
♪ In your ways of fear ♪
Would you look at that?
Wow.
Mr. Parker?
Livingston?
Yeah, just call me Thomas.
Hey, I'm sorry, you
really startled me.
You drive all the way up here?
Yeah, well, it's
cheaper than flying.
Stopped in a couple
of little motels.
Sure the accommodations
here are a little nicer.
You really think so?
Well, more interesting, anyway.
I stopped in town and
got some groceries.
You wanna give me a hand and...
You ready to go in?
Yeah, sure, I'm
anxious to get inside.
Ah, wow, this is great.
This is really great.
I think utility's turned on.
Out of town cleaning
crew will come in
and make the place presentable.
No local outfit
will take the job.
I think it's great
just the way it is.
That package there
arrived for you yesterday.
Oh, yeah,
this is my research.
You already know the alarm code.
This is the key
to the front door.
It's a key to the gate.
I'll lock the gate when I leave.
Keep it locked at all times.
What about the key
to the lighthouse?
Don't get clever.
Our agreement clearly states
that you are not to set foot
in that tower under
any circumstance.
Well, you can't blame
a guy for trying.
I would've had the whole
thing torn down years ago
if the Harper's Cove
Historical Society
didn't make this
thing a landmark.
Tear it down?
Because of a few
little ghost stories?
Stories are for children
and adults with
childlike sensibilities.
Well, I sure would like
to know your story.
I'm not interested
in telling it.
Enjoy your stay.
I hope it's uneventful.
All right, well, you have
a good day, Mr. Sunshine.
You're not playing, Mr. Parker.
Neither am I.
In
1985, United Showcase Films
rented the Widow's
Point Lighthouse
as the location for the
movie "Rosemary's Spirit,"
which filmed in Harper's
Cove for six weeks.
Get the neutral density filter.
Copy, Carlos.
The gothic chiller
was directed by Henry Rothchild
and starred screen
veterans Garret Utley
and Britney Langshire.
Popular daytime actress Lydia
Pearl costarred as Rosemary.
And it shall come.
Well, darling, one more day
and we'll be back in
hills of Hollywood.
I'm counting the minutes.
Not a fan of Harper's Cove?
Not a fan of our
soap opera starlet.
Oh, no worries there, she
won't be on the soaps for long.
You know, she has
stolen this show.
That's because she has
all the best lines.
Next time, I'm thinking
maybe you'll wanna sleep
with the writer instead
of the director.
You're just jealous
'cause I got there first.
I'm gonna miss that
charming wit of yours.
Where is Lydia?
She should be out
of Makeup by now.
Come on, this is her last shot.
Let's wrap her already.
This is Karl, does anyone
have eyes on number three?!
This is Mike.
Number three went
10-1 20 minutes ago.
I haven't seen her since.
These actors are like children,
you can't let them out of
your sight for a second.
Toddlers with agents.
- Exactly.
- Get her to set, now, Mike!
Copy.
Lydia, you in there?
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Lydia, sorry to interrupt,
but you're invited to set.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Is everything okay?
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Lydia?
And it shall come.
Xa'niyus awaits!
Lydia!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
Lydia!
There's something
wrong with her,
really, really wrong with her.
All actresses are crazy,
don't you know that?
Where is she now?
I don't know.
I lost her.
How do you lose
another human being?
You should've never
let her leave.
What did you want me
to do, tie her up?
Wait a minute.
There she is.
What the hell is she doing?
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
What's this scene?
Did you give her more to do?
No, this isn't in the script.
Not good, Henry.
Lydia!
Come down from there!
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Get her down here, now!
Uh-huh.
Two weeks
later, the security fence
on the lighthouse
grounds went up.
Lydia Pearl was the
most famous victim
of the Widow's Point curse,
but she was far
from the only one.
How the hell is my
favorite client?
Am I your favorite client?
Well, you
are today, right now.
Well, I'm touched.
Here's the
million-dollar question:
Where is my favorite client?
I'm staying at the
Widow's Point Lighthouse
in Harper's Cove.
Okay, I'll bite.
Where's Harper's Cove?
Why don't you look it up?
Supposed to be one of the most
haunted locations in America.
Really?
I like the sound of this.
I thought you would.
Abandoning his midlife
crisis, literary aspirations.
Thomas Livingston returns to
the genre that made him famous.
Well, you know,
divorce isn't cheap.
I need the money.
I've been begging you
to do this for years.
Do you have an outline?
No, I'm just here
doing research.
Well,
how about a title?
Right now, it's "Widow's Point."
History of all the
horrible things
that have happened
here over the years.
Nonfiction?
That's a
nihilistic approach.
But it'll be scary, right?
This is gonna be the scariest
thing I've ever written.
That's all I need to hear
to get you an advance.
There's one more thing.
I'm gonna be the first
person in 30 years
to stay in the actual
lighthouse itself.
A publicity stunt,
I like this new you.
I don't want anybody
to know about this
until the book's been published.
Okay?
I will take care of that.
Rosa will handle
the PR personally.
Yeah, and get to work on
that advance, would you?
Baby, you
know what I like.
All right,
I'll be in touch.
On August 3rd, 1933,
lighthouse keeper
Patrick Collins
invited his brother-in-law,
Joseph O'Leary,
and two other men to play cards
in the room located beneath
the lighthouse catwalk.
Mwah.
Patrick's wife Abigail
tucked in their two
children for the night.
Mama?
Yes, Delaney?
Will you tell Papa and Uncle
Joseph I said goodnight?
Of course I will.
And me?
And you too, Stephen.
Oh.
Mwah.
Goodnight, children.
O'Leary
worked as a dock worker
in Harper's Cove.
A lifelong bachelor, he
was best known in town
as the man who single-handedly
foiled a bank robbery
when the culprit ran straight
into his formidable chest.
Okay, see what you got, girls.
I got a pair.
I got nothing.
Feast your
eyes on these lovelies.
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
It's that damned Irish luck.
I'm Irish, how come
I'm not winning?
'Cause you're black Irish.
All right, I'm gonna
go to the shitter.
Pour me some more of that brown.
It's some shitter.
Yeah, I've
noticed you use it enough.
Yeah, at my age, your
bladder can't be too choosy.
"It's 'cause you're
black Irish."
Abby?
Wait, you're not my sis.
Who are you, and what the
hell are you doing here?
Well, answer me.
What are you doing
here dressed like that?
Little late for a wedding.
Start squawking,
or I'll paste you!
And it shall come.
Xa'niyus awaits.
Kill them all.
Oh, my god.
Boy, that
was quite the piss.
Sorry.
I'm dizzy.
That's what you get for
drinking so much, you big ape.
Hey, no come back?
Well, he must really be sick.
You do look awful.
Hey, maybe you should
stay here tonight.
Yeah.
Maybe that's for the best.
Abby and the kids
will be thrilled
to see you when they wake up.
Well, everyone's asleep.
Help yourself to the icebox.
I can't.
I can't eat anything.
You'll feel better
in the morning
when you count your winnings.
Goodnight.
That
night, O'Leary composed
the infamous rambling letter
describing his
supernatural encounter.
And it shall come.
Oh, my god.
Oh, Jesus.
The next morning,
fishermen found
O'Leary's body shattered
on the ground below
the lighthouse.
The police made a more
gruesome discovery inside.
Patrick Collins was the
last lighthouse keeper
at Widow's Point.
No one ever lived there again.
- Hey.
- Hey, you.
Welcome to Widow's Point.
I don't know whether to
be excited or scared.
How about a little of both?
Just park it right over there.
All right.
It doesn't look scary.
Yeah, you should see it
when the sun goes down.
I'm kidding.
It's creepy as hell.
Why are you doing this?
You've never resorted
to gimmicks before.
Yeah, well, look
where it got me.
Besides, I wanna know the truth.
Write that down.
- Hey.
- Hey, buddy.
Andre, this is my
publicist Rosa.
Rosa, this is my
right hand man Andre.
Welcome to Spook Central.
Nice toys.
Thanks, I make documentaries
when I'm not shooting
commercials, so.
Ah.
Art versus commerce.
- Mm.
- I feel your pain.
Okay, I want you to
keep your eyes glued
to this monitor all weekend.
Okay, you got the best
seat in the house.
Should've brought some popcorn.
So Thomas's camera will transmit
the footage he shoots
to this recorder.
You'll listen to his audio
from his wireless mic
over these speakers.
- Got it?
- Yep.
Guess I won't have much time
to get reading done, will I?
Oh, you're wrong about that.
This is the research
on Harper's Cove
and Widow's Point Lighthouse.
Mm.
Even feels scary.
All right, guys, Mr.
Parker is gonna be
coming back any time,
so let's get this thing
rolling, you know?
And let's make some
history this weekend, huh?
- Okay.
- All right.
Okay, roll it.
I mean, action.
Hi, my name is
Thomas Livingston,
and I am standing
outside of the legendary
Widow's Point Lighthouse
in Harper's Cove.
Built in 1838, it was named
for the widows of the sailors
who died in shipwrecks below.
In the decades that followed,
nearly two dozen mysterious
incidents occurred,
including disappearances,
suicide, and murder.
Robert James Parker closed
the lighthouse in 1933.
40 years later, his
son converted it
into a naval museum
that lasted only a year.
No human being has
occupied the lighthouse
for almost 100 years,
that is, until now.
I've arranged to spend
the entire weekend
locked inside this
notorious landmark.
I have no phone, no computer,
no way to communicate
with the outside world.
I'll be completely cut off
until that door is unlocked,
Monday, at this same time.
All right.
Cut it.
Nice work, Tom.
You're a natural.
This is all a joke to you.
No, no, no.
Mr. Parker, this is
not a joke, okay?
I take it very seriously.
Eh.
Come on, you guys, let's
get the ball rolling.
Walk this way.
You're
making a mistake.
Well,
that's your opinion,
but you're paid well for my
use of the lighthouse, sir.
This is Rosa.
I have picture
from both cameras.
Over.
Copy.
Good to go, Tom.
All righty.
No turning back now.
Ah.
And there she is.
Woo.
Sure does smell musky in here.
It should.
She's been breathing
dead air for 30 years.
Definitely not taking the
cooler all the way up there.
Come back down for water
and food when I need it.
It's your show.
I will see you on Monday.
If you say so.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
we begin our journey
into the heart
of Widow's Point Lighthouse.
I hope you're
getting this, Rosa.
Every second, Tommy.
All right, looks
good, sounds good.
I'm taking off.
Wait, you're leaving
me here alone?
Yeah, my work here is done
and I don't feel like
waiting around for no ghosts.
There's my card if you
have any technical issues.
Okay.
All right.
Adios.
Well, looks like it's
just you and me, Tommy.
The
Widow's Point Lighthouse
has 69 steps, and I'm getting
to know each one, intimately.
Wow.
Looks like this
will be my penthouse
for the next three nights.
That is the table
where Patrick Collins
played cards with
his brother-in-law.
The air is thick and
stagnant in here,
like something is
alive and waiting.
Way to sell a story.
Now, let's see what's up there.
Spooky.
Whoa.
Mother Ocean as far
as the eye can see.
It's almost enough
to render me speechless.
O'Leary leapt to
his death from here,
and Lydia Pearl hung herself.
I wonder, were there others?
What is that?
Looks like someone
left their mark here.
I gotta get something to drink.
My god, that's salty.
That's salty too,
what's going on here?
Okay, now you're
making me thirsty.
22.
23.
24.
25.
27.
28.
29.
30.
31.
The candlelit dinner for one?
Hm?
Mm.
Mm.
Here's looking at you, kid.
- Mm.
- Back at you.
In
2007, a local fisherman
called the Harper's Cove police
and reported seeing
someone on the catwalk
of the Widow's Point Lighthouse.
No one was supposed
to be up there,
so Officer Richard Mellon,
a third generation Harper's
Cove cop, drove out for a look.
A car parked out front
belonged to Clifford McGee,
a third-year photography major
at Vanderton College
in Waterville, Maine.
Two days earlier,
McGee left a note
for his roommates
explaining he had found
the perfect subject
for a photo essay.
Clifford McGee?
Are you okay?
Hey.
Hey.
Hey!
Hey, turn around...
Oh!
Whoa, easy.
Easy, easy now.
There we go.
There we go.
Calm down.
That's it.
That's better.
There we go.
Calm down.
That's it.
What do you say we, whoa.
Whoa, whoa!
What's gotten into you?
Was the lighthouse
denied another victim?
McGee is catatonic and
institutionalized to this day.
Detectives examined the
memory card of his camera,
128 megabytes, all full.
Over 5,000 photos of the sea,
all taken from the same angle
from that same
spot on the catwalk
over a 24-hour period
with no deviation.
Two weeks later, Ronald Parker
installed security alarms
throughout the lighthouse.
I haven't opened this notebook
since I've gotten here.
But it's open now.
This writing wasn't here before.
I've never seen it
before this moment.
You really want that
bestseller, don't you?
"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow."
Harper's Cove Gazette.
August 4th, 1933.
Looks like a journal.
Delaney Collins.
What the hell?
Shit.
Wait a minute.
Yeah, I still hear you.
DC, Delaney Collins.
This should be interesting.
- Hello?
- Andre, this is Rosa.
Well, hey, what's up?
I've lost picture
on the monitor,
but I still have audio
from the camera mic.
That doesn't make sense.
Okay, well, I'm gonna need
you to get this working again.
It's after
eight o'clock.
I don't care.
We rented your gear
for the weekend
and we need it all weekend.
All right, all right.
Give me a half hour.
Make it 20 minutes.
"My name is Delaney Collins.
"I'm 12 years old and
I live in a lighthouse
"in Harper's Cove with my
parents and my brother.
We moved here a
year ago, and I love it.
Sometimes, it feels like
I can see forever from here.
Stephen is such a brat, but
he never gets in trouble.
It's always my fault as
far as Father is concerned.
Sometimes, I wish I
was an only child.
Almost 100 years ago, when
the lighthouse was built,
three men walking on the
catwalk fell to their deaths.
No one knows why.
Something is wrong here.
Sometimes, it smells
dead and rotten.
I see things from
the corner of my eye,
like shadows that move
when they shouldn't.
Nobody else sees them.
Nobody else feels them.
That doesn't mean
they aren't there.
♪ This old man, he played one ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my thumb ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
Hey,
what are you doing?
If I see
her again, I'm telling Mama.
I know what she'll say,
"There's no such thing as
ghosts, Delaney Jane Collins,"
but I don't care.
I have to tell someone.
I don't want to go to
sleep, because I'm scared.
You, my dear, you
are far too old
to be having such
dreams, Delaney Jane.
It wasn't a dream.
Okay.
Well, then, it was
your imagination.
No more "Legends of
Sleepy Hollow" for you.
She was real.
There is no such
thing as ghosts.
I know what I saw.
Then why didn't your
brother see her, hm?
You sleep in the same room.
He was asleep!
Oh, sweetheart, so were you.
I
snuck down to the beach.
I know I shouldn't have.
Father has warned
me it's dangerous,
and Mother has made me promise
to never go down
there without them.
Delaney!
Watch for poison ivy.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
10!
11!
12!
13!
14!
15!
16!
17!
18!
19! 20!
Ready or not, here I come!
Got you!
What happened, Delaney?
Stephen Patrick,
what did you do?
Nothing, we were just playing.
Delaney, why did you scream?
I saw...
You saw what?
A rat.
Don't worry, girl.
No rat can hurt you
here, nothing can.
I'll always keep you safe.
The
lighthouse is playing
games with me.
This is a bad place.
People aren't
meant to live here.
Stay out!
Don't come in here!
I mean it!
Don't come in here!
I'm not afraid of you.
Stephen?
Stephen, give me that knife.
Give it to me!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
It's okay.
Everything will be all right.
Don't worry, I won't
tell Mama and Papa.
My
prayers have been answered.
The ghost is gone and
it's been three weeks
since I had a nightmare.
Tonight, Father has one of his
Poker games in the lighthouse.
I'll get to see Uncle Joseph.
I'm looking forward
to a wonderful night.
That poor, sweet, innocent
girl, butchered by a madman.
It's almost too much to bear.
This doesn't make any sense.
Right, the only
reason we should have
time code over solid black
is if that Tom somehow
hit the record button
with the lens cap still on.
You can see he didn't do that.
And he couldn't even reach
the camera from there.
Could someone else
have done this?
You think he's pulling a hoax?
I don't know, without
image, no one can disprove
anything he says is
happening in there.
Plausible deniability.
No one put a cap over the lens.
Watch, it goes from
picture to black,
picture to black,
picture to black.
A cap never even
enters the frame.
Oh, hold it.
What?
You see this?
This is known as a flash frame.
These used to happen
all the time in film,
but we're working in digital,
so I guess
it's a glitch.
What is that?
I don't know.
Weird?
Okay, well, can you do
anything with this image?
I guess I could use
color correction
to open up some more detail.
Do it.
We're gonna have
to stop recording
while I transfer the
footage to my laptop.
That could lead to accusations
that we tampered
with the footage.
Do it.
Jesus.
God, that's even
saltier than before.
All right, I am knocking
down the exposure
and opening up the detail.
Voila.
Oh, my god.
Do you see her?
I see something.
Okay, Thomas is holding
Delaney Collins's journal.
He says her name here, and
that's when the camera glitched.
Delaney Collins, the little
girl that was murdered here?
Yeah.
Yeah, look.
This is her right here, and
that sure looks like her too.
Don't you see it?
Again, I see something.
How can you not see it?
I don't know, people
see different things
when they look at
the same cloud.
No, that's her.
I know it is.
The question is, how
did he pull it off?
Here.
Found these in the closet.
They're a little
dusty and mothy.
Oh, good.
Thanks for staying.
I feel embarrassed for asking.
Don't worry about it.
I'd be afraid to
stay alone here too.
Sure you don't wanna
stay in one of the rooms?
No, I better stay up and
keep listening to Tom.
Taking one for the team.
Cool.
Well, I'm gonna head to bed.
I'll see you in the morning.
Perfectly fine.
Yee-hoo.
It's late.
I am exhausted.
I will put the camera
in motion detector mode
and I'll leave the audio
activated all night,
and, hopefully, I
won't see anything
incriminating in my sleep.
What in the hell was that?
Did you hear that?
It sounded like footsteps.
Hello, who's out there?!
Where's my flashlight?
What?
Great, no lock.
Where's that flashlight?
It was absolutely
fine last night.
What the hell?
Oh, maggots.
Oh, god.
Doesn't that look
like a yummy meal?
Good morning.
Hey.
How'd you sleep?
Not good.
That was some storm last night.
Yeah, you're not kidding.
How's our subject?
Is that what he is?
I thought we were
his captive audience.
He's talking to
himself a lot more.
Writers do that.
He's probably just
rehearsing for an interview
for Playboy or something.
How about some breakfast?
As long as it isn't
covered in maggots.
Hm.
Yum, glad you told me.
Mm-hm.
So, how are things in
Haunted House Land?
He's playing us, Marshall.
I don't know how, but
he's blocked the image
from the camera, so
we're only getting audio.
Why would he do that?
So we can't see what's
going on in there,
which is nothing.
He's putting on his own radio
drama like Orson Welles.
Sweetie, that's just
behind-the-scenes footage,
like they do in all the movies.
Don't get wrapped up in it.
Let him do his thing.
He's making us
accomplices to his hoax.
This little weekend
excursion is gonna generate
plenty of sexy copy once
his book is published.
Did you get that
image I texted you?
I really couldn't
make out too much,
not with that light flare.
Yeah, those are hotspots,
commonly associated with
paranormal activity,
which he wants us to believe.
I really wish he worked that
hard on his last four books.
And I hope this doesn't
blow up in our faces.
You worry too much.
Goddamn bullshit.
Delaney.
Delaney's right, that it's
really fucked up in here!
Empty.
Empty?
Empty!
Water.
Someone's playing
games around here.
Saltwater.
Andre!
Sea.
Seawater.
Rosa!
Help!
Oh, god.
Please, just stop.
Please.
Do you hear that?
I don't hear anything.
Exactly.
We've lost audio now.
There's nothing coming
through the mixer either.
The signal has just stopped.
See?
No more time code.
Couldn't it just
be the batteries?
Not on our end.
Okay, so I snuck a
phone in, big deal!
Come on, answer.
Come on.
Come on.
Hello?
Now we've lost audio.
You don't say.
We have no idea what's
going on in there,
or if Thomas is okay.
What do you think is
happening in there?
Nothing.
Well, we have nothing
to worry about, then.
This is all showmanship.
I didn't think he had it in him.
Do you mind if I
come home early?
How early?
Today.
You sound scared.
I'm a city girl, I
don't belong here.
I need you there when Thomas
comes out of the lighthouse.
This will be over
before you know it.
Come on, you bitch.
Worthless piece of shit!
Where in the hell
did my phone go?
Give me back my phone!
Delaney!
97.
98.
99.
Should be 69 steps.
Why haven't I
reached the top yet?
I read Thomas's research
notes last night.
In 1836, two years before
this lighthouse was built,
a clipper ship called the Pisces
sank out there during a storm.
All hands were lost.
A sailor named Jonah Burch
left behind a widow
named Rebecca.
Jonah and Rebecca made
their home in New Hampshire,
and when Rebecca found out
about her husband's death,
she came to Harper's Cove.
She spent three nights in
town, and then disappeared.
A week later, her broken body
was found on the rocks below.
She was wearing
her wedding dress.
The local doctors
determined that the fall
broke several of her bones,
but it didn't kill her.
She suffered for days,
trapped on those rocks,
before dying of exposure
and slow hemorrhaging.
That's harsh.
Rebecca
Burch is the widow
this point is named after.
200, will you look at that?
201.
202.
203.
Andre!
Rosa!
Rosa!
Andre, help me!
Oh, my, oh, my god.
Jesus!
Are they gone?
Or am I?
They're back.
Rosa?!
Rosa?!
What?
It's night.
It can't be night already!
It's not possible.
It's nighttime.
How the hell this get up here?
If I had a rope, I
could just climb down.
Or hang myself.
Somehow, I lost an entire day.
I know it's impossible,
but it happened.
And now it's raining.
Somebody wrote in my book.
I admit I did it
the last time, okay?
It was me, all right?
I lied and I admit that.
Whether out of showmanship
or bullshit or whatever,
I lied.
But this,
this is real, okay?
Somebody's fucking with me.
Something is rotten in Denmark.
♪ This old man, he played one ♪
♪ He played knick... ♪
- Delaney!
- ♪ Knack on my thumb ♪
Delaney!
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack ♪
- ♪ Give a dog a bone ♪
- Delaney!
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
- Hello?
- Hey there, Tommy Boy.
What's the matter, son?
Cat got your tongue?
Dad?
That's right, Tommy
Boy, it's your old man.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, this isn't real.
Oh, it's
real all right.
No.
No, this can't be happening,
because you're dead!
Well, that's true,
but you won't be, not really.
You'll never leave
this place, Tommy Boy.
You'll be trapped here
with the rest of them,
night after night, just
you and all of your shame
- and regret and failure.
- You shut up!
Like father
like son, huh, Tommy Boy?
Why do you think
I beat your mom?
Why do you think I did all that?
Shut up!
♪ This old man, he played two ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my shoe ♪
Delaney!
Delaney!
It's Sunday.
Oh, no.
I will not spend
it in this place!
There's no way in hell!
Everything's gonna be okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.
I came here for the money.
Of course I did.
It's always about the money.
Something keeps
touching my face.
I can feel its breath.
It stinks!
Monsters.
This is madness.
Get off of me!
Oh!
Stop touching me.
There's evil in the walls,
in the air.
It feeds on this fear!
I just wanna go home!
And never come back again!
I just, oh, wanna go home!
Yeah, this is a very bad place.
I hear whispering in my head.
I hear voices.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
It is coming.
I am back at the fucking
top of the stairs again!
How is that possible?!
None!
None of this is
fucking possible!
My
name is Thomas Livingston.
I've been trapped inside
the Widow's Point Lighthouse
for, what feels
like, an eternity.
I know longer know if it's day
or night, or what day it is.
Where is the sun?!
I should be starving,
but the lighthouse
gives me rats to eat.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Delaney.
You're alive.
I thought I killed you.
Stevie.
Abigail.
Patrick.
Monster.
That makes two of us.
You killed her too.
Lydia.
Lydia Pearl.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
- Rebecca Burch.
- And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
- Am I...
- And it shall come.
- And it shall come.
- To become one of you, then?
Am I one of you?!
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
It is coming.
No!
What?!
What is coming?!
What is coming, I have to know!
The master.
The ancient one.
It came here from another
dimension millennia ago,
traveled the world by sea.
The Kwakiutl tribe call
it Xa'niyus, devil fish.
The Polynesians
called it Kanaloa,
the god of the underworld.
The Micronesians
called it Na Kika.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
What was that?
Xa'niyus has been
trapped here for eons.
It requires an enormous
amount of energy
to return to its world, energy
derived from human souls.
It sank the ships and
killed the sailors.
It's been storing
the energy it needs
here in the lighthouse.
It's like one giant battery.
Only when it
collects enough souls
will it have the energy
it needs to leave.
We are its servants.
You'll serve it too.
You'll stay here with us.
Not on your lives.
You don't have a choice.
It's already here.
Oh, my god.
The hell?
No.
That thing will
never take me alive.
Xa'niyus doesn't want you alive.
What if I kill it?
Will you all be freed?
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
And it shall come.
Xa'niyus can never be killed.
We'll see about that.
Oh, god.
Turn that damn thing off.
I'll go call the constable.
Oh, my lord.
The police and EMTs just left.
We need to do something
with Thomas's car.
What I need to do is talk
to our legal
department, right away.
I warned you.
Lawyers don't need to
know that, do they?
Not necessarily.
What did
you have in mind?
Thomas had a great story here
at Widow's Point Lighthouse.
Oh, one could argue it's
an even better story now.
I wanna be the one to write it.
Nonfiction?
You want it to sell, don't you?
You'll have to write it fast
in order for it to be timely.
Yeah, no problem.
I have Thomas's research notes,
but I'm gonna wanna
do some of my own too.
What kind of advance
were you hoping for?
We'll talk when I
get back to New York.
Ghosts
around me and sing my name.
Widow's Point Lighthouse
will never let me leave.
Xa'niyus waits for us all.
♪ My final sunset ♪
♪ My final plea ♪
♪ Where will my soul rest ♪
♪ For eternity ♪
♪ This old man, he played one ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my thumb ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
♪ This old man, he played two ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my shoe ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
♪ This old man,
he played three ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my knee ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
♪ This old man, he played four ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my door ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪
♪ This old man, he played five ♪
♪ He played knick-knack
on my hive ♪
♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪
♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪