Stories heal.
Stories hurt.
If we repeat them often enough,
they become real.
They make us who we are.
They have such power.
This I learned
on the very last autumn of our childhood.
It's time to dig yourselves out of your graves, Mill Valley.
It’s Halloween.
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Many sights to see
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Those commies are gonna pay.
Let's go scare some kiddies tonight, guys.
So many different people to be
That it's strange
So strange
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But let men everywhere
know that a strong and a confident...
Thanks.
...and a vigilant America...
Going out with your friends tonight?
I'd rather just stay in.
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
And stand ready tonight
to defend an honored cause.
...every stitch
Mm-hm
Must be the season of the witch
Stella, pick up.
Stella.
I don't want to go trick-or-treating.
Stella. Stella.
This isn't about candy. It's about payback.
Get all the eggs and TP you can
and meet us at 7:00.
Stella, please.
This could be our last Halloween together.
If you think you have it hard, I have to fish a turd out of the toilet.
You are disgusting, Chuck.
Hey!
You know where you're going, kid?
Following the harvest.
Tonight only.
Mom. It's fine.
No, it's not.
Still a little loose in the crotch.
One more.
Take that!
Bull's-eye.
You've got to pick up every stitch
Let's go, girls.
Hey, gimme.
Eat shit, Harold.
Must be the season of the witch
Tommy, slow down!
Yeah
Must be the season of the witch
-What the hell are you doing? -A little privacy, please!
I said Spider-Man.
Not, uh, a spider man.
Be happy the Lord provided.
-Mm. -Mom, okay, jeez.
Mom, can I please breathe?
Be nice.
Okay! Can you please stop hugging me like that?
Aren't you a little old to be trick-or-treating? Hmm?
Aren't you too ugly to go on a date?
Ugh! You little turd.
Auggie's here. Gotta run.
I don't wanna hear it.
-Thought you were gonna be Spider-Man. -Yeah, well, get used to it, okay?
I got the goods, so let's banana split.
-Stop staring at my sister, you perv. -Whatever.
You've got to pick up every stitch
The rabbit's running in the ditch
Oh, no
Must be the season of the witch
Hey, can you not?
These antennae aren't even realistic.
And, if anything, a spider man should have eight arms, not four.
Okay. At least I'm not a clown.
For the last time, I'm a Pierrot.
It's a 17th-century character from la commedia dell'arte.
Psst. Clown.
Do you even know what's in those?
The same toxic chemicals giving our troops Hodgkin's lymphoma
and curdling the breast milk of the South Vietnamese.
-And you ate them all. -Mm!
Is that why they taste so good?
Out of the way, clown.
-Nerd! -Ha-ha-ha!
Move! Ha, ha.
-He's not gonna show. -What? No, he'll show.
Okay, Milner does it every year,
and this year will be his last.
Where are you, Tommy?
I heard the school newspaper is open to submissions again.
You should submit some of your stories.
-Come steal our candy, Tommy. -No way.
I know our school.
They would disembowel me.
-Trick or treat. -Give me your candy.
Pontiac Catalina. It's him, it's him! Okay.
Okay, just act natural.
Quick Joey Small went over the wall With a ball...
You said we'd go out for dinner.
You and me.
How about some dessert?
Get ready, man.
Ha-ha! Suckers!
-Oh, what's that smell? -Oh, it's old-man undies! Ugh!
We got him.
All right, here we go. Let's do this. Let's do this.
Bully this, asshole!
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
Douchebags!
Goddamn it! Those little shits.
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
And now for the "poo d'état."
Eat turds, shitbird!
-Aah! -Shit!
-Stop the car! -Put it out!
-What is Ruth doing here? -Chucky, you little brat!
I don't know. I knew she was on a date but not with him.
Damn it!
I'm gonna murder them!
Agh! Come back!
Go!
I'm gonna get you!
Let's get them!
Come on, guys, go!
Jesus Christ!
Over there! Get him!
Oh, douchebags, 9:00 o'clock!
...behind those trees,
Go ahead. Go ahead.
Is this seat taken?
Uh, I don't... Guess not.
Hey, get out of my car.
-Please. -Be out in a minute.
Thanks. Okay.
-What are you guys doing? -We're saving our bacon.
Sorry.
Okay, okay. We're good.
-We're good? -He's gone.
Thanks. We owe you one.
I'm a Pierrot.
-You live in here? -Hey.
Stay out of my stuff.
Got it.
So, what are you doing alone at a drive-in?
-What are you doing in my car? -|'m just saying...
You're not from here, are you?
Where are you from?
Forgive my friend.
He did not get enough oxygen in the womb.
-More than you, clown. -Can you guys stop?
It's him, not me.
Yeah, we're stopping.
Your friend is a little nosy.
Night of the Living Dead.
It's a good flick.
You've seen it?
"All right, Vince, hit him in the head,
right between the eyes."
That's the best flick all year.
Yeah, yeah, it's... It is.
Ramon.
Stella.
-Chuck. -Auggie.
Get out of the car. Get out of the car.
Get out of the car.
I don't think that you heard me.
Everyone needs to get out.
-Mm-mm. -Now.
You too...
wetback.
You're not gonna try and run away like Mommy too, now, are you, Stella?
You smell like shit.
Get the hell off my car.
Hey, down in front! You're blocking the view!
-Come on! -I can't see the movie!
Hey. Get back in your car or get the hell out of here.
Hey!
This ain't over.
-Let's go. -Move it, you idiot.
-Let's go. -Huh?
Get back in your car. Let's go. Come on.
Okay, let's go.
-Where we going? -That way.
Okay, we'll go together.
Oh, God.
You okay?
Just excuse me for a second.
Did I say something?
No, that asshole Tommy did.
Her mom left when she was a kid, just like that.
Yeah, people wouldn't stop talking about it, though.
-You know, we live in a small town. -Yeah, the gossip got really mean.
Jeez.
Yeah, but it still bothers her, so I guess that stuff sticks with you.
Yeah, and we're like her only friends now.
So I would say she's definitely not your type.
It's Stella. She's not anyone's type.
Don't think I'd agree with that.
You like every girl. It doesn't count.
It's not every girl.
Tell me you at least got a switchblade.
Can I see your switchblade?
Did I say I had a switchblade?
No, I guess you didn't say you had...
-He has a switchblade. -I know.
Well, it is Halloween, so... do you want to see a haunted house?
You weren't kidding.
Told you it wouldn't disappoint.
You'd think on Halloween, this place would be hopping.
Oh, it was, for a while.
Then some kid went missing, so they boarded it up.
I think it's being torn down for a mall or something.
Hey, guys.
Clowns first.
Really?
Okay, there, we saw it. Can we go now?
Pfft. Who ordered the chicken?
Because I don't like to spend my nights in a house where a child murderer lived?
Someone was killed in that house? That's pretty dark.
Who lived here?
The Bellows.
One of the first families to settle here in the late 19th century.
Built the paper mill that pretty much put this town on the map.
We could at least look for some stairs.
Yep. Just as I thought.
They got this place locked up pretty tight.
Anyone got a pen?
Meet Lola. She is madly in love with me.
Yeah, your hand maybe.
-Nice. -Lola! Hey, what?
He's so much dreamier than you.
The Bellows had a secret.
A daughter that they never allowed to leave the house.
The myth is that there was something really off about her.
A really scary part
is that her family erased her from every single portrait.
To this day, nobody's ever found a picture of Sarah.
They disowned her.
-Better run, clown, better run. -Shit!
Bet you can't catch me.
Chuck, if you jump out at me, I'm going to punch you in the throat.
So, what happened to her?
Kids would come from all over in hopes to get a peek at Strange Sarah.
And though they never saw her, they could hear her.
Through the wall.
Sarah told them stories.
Scary stories.
Some kids never returned home.
Children around town died.
Poisoned, they said.
Everyone knew it was Sarah.
But before the mob could even get their hands on her,
she'd already hung herself with her own hair.
And as the legend goes,
if you come to the Bellows House at dark
and ask Sarah to tell you a story,
it'll be the last story you ever hear.
Muah-ha-ha-ha!
Oh, what's this?
Push the other way.
Push.
No way.
Well, that's it.
Sarah's room.
You're not going to scare me.
Chuck?
What the...?
What...? Where's the old lady?
And the dog?
What old lady?
We gotta get out of here.
Stella! Stella! We gotta get out of here!
Stella, let's go!
Guys, you've gotta see this! Come here!
Who ordered the chicken?
Shutup.
This is where her family kept her.
Locked her away from the world.
All alone as some sort of freak.
She must have just sat right here...
and told her stories to the kids through this wall.
How have we never seen this before?
I don't think anyone wanted us to.
Can we get out of here now?
What's that?
I can't believe it.
It's her book of scary stories.
She had a book?
There's no book in the version of the myth I heard.
The book is a part of every version of the myth.
And...
that it was written in children's blood.
Well, kids died hearing these stories, okay?
Look, let's put it back where you found it and let's just get out of here.
-Oh, shit! -I got it. Okay, everybody, just shut up.
Oh, no! It's the old lady and the dog!
Tommy, stop it, okay?
Just let them out.
Ruth, is that you?
Will you open the door?
Joke's over. If you don't open it...
-You can't do this! Come on! -...|'|| tell the chief.
Why would you do that?
This isn't funny. Tommy, come on.
It's my little brother.
Please.
Open the damn door!
Open it.
Ruth! Tommy! Let us out!
You're trash anyway.
Tommy, I'm sorry about the burning shit, man.
I hope you find a way out.
You good? Can you stand up?
Yeah.
-Get it off me! -Oh, you're fine.
-No! Get it off me! -Hey.
Get it off me! Get it off me!
-You're fine. -Something bit me!
-Can you help? -The spiders are gone.
Thank you.
Jesus, Auggie. Okay, you're such a horndog.
Can you lose your stiffy for a second and help us get out?
That's not funny. There's a lady present.
Ladies... present.
Come on. You gotta push harder.
Sarah Bellows, tell me a story.
Tell me a story.
Sarah Bellows, tell me a story.
Wait, wait. I hear something. Someone's here.
He came back.
-Tommy! -We're sorry. We're really sorry.
I take back everything I ever said, man.
Sorry, man.
Tommy, please!
Why would you date a psychopath like that?
Better than fishing for turds.
So who unlocked it?
Who cares? Let's just get out of here.
-Nice Pierrot costume. -Thank you.
See?
Well, that was fun.
Shit!
I'm really sorry about all of this.
-Why did he do this? -This is low, even for Tommy.
Like "farting in my milk carton and making me drink it" low.
It was the fifth grade.
It was ninth.
I can try and scrounge up something to help.
I got it. It's fine. Thank you, though.
I'll just stay here until the morning.
Get it into a shop.
We have a sofa in the basement.
You're welcome to use it.
Hey, look, I really don't want any trouble.
We'll just have to be gone before Dad gets up.
An AM/FM stereo table radio with auto--
Sam's pet turns out to be a sewer rat?
-lt's got some demons. -lt's not finished yet.
| used to love these as a kid. You collect them?
Oh, I've read every single issue.
Cover to cover.
You know, if you're serious about being a writer, you can't do it here.
You gotta move to the city.
I couldn't leave my dad.
Uh, the, uh... basement is downstairs.
Yeah, that's usually where they are.
"Harold."
Tommy Milner!
It's late! Are you drunk again?
It's Halloween.
You were supposed to deliver eggs to the Wolvertons.
Now?
Now!
What?
This is bullshit.
"Tommy hated that scarecrow all his life.
He took the eggs and left for the last time."
Tommy.
Eat shit, Harold.
Mom!
Help me!
Mom!
Oh, my God.
Will you look at this?
I thought you were gonna be on your way, stranger.
I'm trying.
Whew.
You know, no one's seen this high-school kid
named Tommy Milner since last night.
Witnesses say he got into a fight
at the drive-in.
Milner didn't do this to your car, did he?
I never got your name.
Ramon.
Rodriguez.
Look, I think it'd be a good idea if you stuck around for a few days.
Comprende ?
Rodriguez.
It wasn't there before.
The red ink was wet.
And it did feel like blood. It was thicker than ink.
How could you eat that?
Do you know how many body parts are in there? Seven.
| read it in a magazine.
Cool. He turns into a scarecrow?
Fresh twist.
That's not a twist.
I told you, the story, it...
It just appeared.
Tommy didn't even show up to school.
It's like he just disappeared.
Everyone knew he was eager to go shoot some commies.
Maybe he just, I don't know... left early?
There was that room...
Just drop it.
No, tell me.
In the house, when l was hiding, the room was old--l mean new.
Perfect, like when they lived there. And I saw this--
This old lady and this dog and they were just staring at me with this look--
Listen to yourselves.
Nothing happened to us in that house except for what Tommy did to us.
If he's gone, good riddance.
We should never have gone there.
We should never have taken the book.
You let a ghost story get into your heads. That's all it is.
I'm worried. Tommy wasn't at school.
His name was in the book.
I mean, there's no way it's actually connected, right?
Yeah, of course it's not.
Stella, I can't get mixed up with the police.
l have to see it.
It's what Tommy was wearing last night.
Okay, what if this is Tommy,
and what happens in the book is exactly what's happened for real?
Stop trying to scare me.
It's just a scarecrow.
-Did you hear about Tommy? -He's missing.
Here's your book back.
You're home late.
Picked up another shift?
You have to?
Can't say no.
There's food in the fridge.
Did you always work this much?
Even when Mom was here?
I heard the Milner boy didn't come home.
Yeah. Everybody's been talking about it.
Please just come straight home next few days, okay?
Yep.
Ow.
You got enough zit paint on there?
It's a spider bite, you butt-pimple.
A spider--
Ah, damn it, my banana!
I thought you were leaving.
-Hope you're hungry. -Oh, I'm starving. Thanks.
You know, I can't stop thinking about Tommy's disappearance.
There has to be some...
Where did you get that?
It was just here on your bookshelf.
No, l... lwasjust here. It wasn't.
I took this back to the house.
What?
How did it get--? How is it back here again?
-What's happening? -What the hell?
How does that work?
We've gotta make it stop.
"A mother was digging at the edge of the garden
when she saw a big toe. 'It looks nice and plump,‘ she said.
'l'll put it in the stew."' What kind of story is that?
What?
Auggie.
Auggie!
Pick up!
Auggie!
No, there's nothing here.
I told you, I mean, the least you could have done
was go to the store before you and Jeff took off for the weekend.
No, I'm not gonna call him "Dad."
Okay, I'm eating the stew.
The stew in the fridge?
Yeah, well, someone made it.
Okay, I'll see you when you get back. Love you.
Auggie, pick up!
Hey, I'm eating.
Auggie!
Stella!
Auggie, do not eat anything.
Listen, you're in the next story.
Whatever you do, do not eat anything.
Har—har. Very funny.
Did Chuck put you up to this?
Auggie, this isn't a joke. Okay, the story is writing itself right now.
I don't know how or why, but I'm reading it right here.
"A sound scared him. It was a voice.
And it called out, 'Who took my toe?"'
It's a corpse looking for her missing toe.
Yeah, I know this story.
My dad used to tell me this story.
lt scared me so much as a kid, but...
Am I not supposed to wait for someone to say that?
Because I don't hear anything.
Listen, we're reading it right here.
"And then the voice grew louder.
'Who took my toe?”'
I'm all alone.
There's no voice.
Yeah, well, there has to be a voice.
You're the only one saying it.
Auggie!
Oh, no, Auggie, pick up.
Auggie, don 't eat anything.
Auggie!
Oh, God.
Auggie. Auggie?
Auggie? Come on, Auggie, pick up!
Did you hear that?
Hear what? I don't hear anything.
There was a toe in the stew. A freaking toe.
What does the book say happens next?
"August got very scared.
But he thought, 'It doesn't know where I am.
It’ll never find me.
How does the book know that?
"And then he heard the voice again."
Who...
took...
my...
...toe?"
Auggie, just get out of the house!
He's only a couple blocks away.
Who...
took...
my...
toe?
Come on, come on.
Auggie?
Auggie!
Tommy! Tommy Milner!
And as if this year hasn't been grim enough already,
we have a disappearance on our hands, friends.
Our own Tommy Milner,
right here in little Mill Valley.
l was the one that found the book.
I took it home.
This is not your fault.
You know...
I caused every single bad thing that happened in my life.
My mom leaving.
And now Auggie.
None of that is true.
Sorry we're late. Ruth ran out of zit paint.
I swear, if you weren't so stressful to deal with
in the first place, I wouldn't have zits.
What's so urgent?
Where's Auggie?
Auggie's gone.
Another story was written.
Right in front of our eyes.
I don't get it.
What is this?
This is a stale joke.
Halloween's over.
Where the hell is Auggie?
We don't know.
His parents are traveling, and he's just gone.
What do you mean, you don't know? Okay, let's find him.
I don't think he's coming back.
-First, Tommy disappeared. -I knew something happened.
-Saw that old lady... -And then now Auggie.
They had their stories in the book,
and it happens every night.
Jesus, he ate a toe?
You don't read the book.
The book reads you.
I'm afraid that we woke something up.
That the same thing is gonna happen to all of us.
We were all in that house.
No, this isn't real, okay?
Stories can't hurt you.
Sarah Bellows is a myth,
and even if she's not, she's dead.
-We need to go to the police. -We can't.
They know what Tommy did to Ramon's car, and they think that he had--
-Auggie! We need to find Auggie! -l'm not going to the police.
They'll never believe a word I say.
Well, then we'll make them believe.
By the time that they make sense of everything,
we're all gonna be dead.
No, no, no.
If we can't go to the police, what do we do?
Just sit and wait for our story to be written?
There's gotta be some way to stop a witch.
Well, I don't believe any of it.
I gotta go.
My musical's tonight,
and I'm not falling for another one of your dumb Halloween pranks.
It's not a prank, Ruth.
-Ruth. -I know you want to be a writer,
-but this prank is sick. -No! Ruthie! Ruthie, stop.
Do you think this is gonna work?
It worked in Salem.
Why? Why won't you burn? I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Goddamn it!
This is why I don't read books!
We know we can't burn or destroy it,
but how much do we actually know about Sarah Bellows?
Listen to this one.
"After Sarah hung herself,
the Bellows family fired Sylvie Baptiste
as she and her daughter, Lou Lou, were thought to be responsible
for teaching her black magic."
If it's in the paper, it has to be true, right?
Is there a picture of Sarah?
No, just her name.
But, uh, I did find an ad for brain salt.
Cures headaches and constipation.
Not sure why it didn't take off.
Auggie. Auggie would have loved that.
My eyes are literally gonna start bleeding,
and we still have nothing on Sarah.
What year did she hang herself?
Uh...
1898.
In just one year, all her family members left.
What do you expect? I mean, who wants to stick around with the name
that's synonymous with murdering kids?
Not stick around. I mean gone.
Like, off the face of the earth.
Take the father, Deodat.
The cat owned a paper mill, and yet he leaves it without ever selling it?
No stories written about him, not even a letter, just disappears.
Deodat”
I've seen that name.
"Deodat was a wealthy man who wanted to go hunting."
Give me another name.
Uh... One of their sons, Ephraim.
Ephraim Bellows.
They didn't just leave the town.
They each have a story.
Why?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God, it's happening again.
She's writing another story.
"The Red Spot"?
Why are you looking at me?
What?
Oh, shit. Oh, shit, it's me?
It... I'm gonna die?
I don't wanna die. I haven't even had sex yet.
"One night, a spider crawled across a young girl's cheek and bit her."
Spider? l was the spider man! I'm...
Wait, "young girl"?
"...went to the restroom."
It's not you. It's your sister.
Ruthie?
Performers to stage in 20 minutes.
Oh, honey, you need to do something about that.
Yeah.
It's a different bathroom.
-Second floor. -Okay.
Ruth.
Move. Out of the way.
Ruth!
Oh, my God, Ruth!
Help me! Help me!
Ruth, I got you. It's okay. It's okay. I got you.
Help me! Help me! Get them off!
Get them off!
-Ruth, it's okay. I got you. -Get them off!
You're gonna be okay, all right? It's okay.
Move, move, move!
You're okay. You're okay, you're okay, Ruthie.
Help! Somebody, get help, now!
You're okay, Ruthie.
-You're gonna be okay. -Get them off.
They're all gone, Ruthie. They're all gone.
Get them off me. Get them off. Get them off me. Get them off me!
Ruthie, they're all gone. They're all gone, okay?
-Get them off me! -You're okay.
Get them off me!
It was intense. I hope she's okay.
I saw her. Sarah was there.
She was controlling the entire thing.
My sister's gone.
We're next.
You find it?
Louise Baptiste...
Lou Lou?
220 Goldshire Road.
I had this messed-up dream again.
l was trapped in the red room.
And there's that fat, pale lady who keeps whispering:
"This is an evil place.
Run away while you still can."
I'm scared the witch is gonna use it against me.
Hello.
Does Lou Lou Baptiste live here still?
I don 't want to bomb anybody if it's not necessary to save--
Tricky Dicky. That's no name for a president.
Mama, you got company!
Lou Lou, can you hear us?
You may be the next.
Why do you say that?
Why, that's the song, girl.
Don 't ever laugh As a hearse goes by
For you may be The next to die
Sarah loved that song.
We have her book.
You found her book? Give it here.
I give her this.
| feel so sorry for that girl,
sitting down there in the darkness all by herself.
Did your mom ever teach her anything?
Teach her?
Black magic?
No.
There is no magic, child.
There is only rage.
Then how is she still writing the stories?
Stories hurt.
Stories heal.
Do you know what you have done?
Done what?
You shouldn't have taken the book.
You made her angry.
The worms crawl in The worms crawl out
-She gets this way sometimes. -Look, I need to know.
-Another time. I need to settle her down. -No, we need to know. I need to know.
She told the doctors everything she knew at the hospital
where that disturbed girl hung herself.
But I thought-- Everyone always said Sarah hanged herself in the house.
You weren't there. Mama was.
-The hospitals have records. -Records of Sarah?
Then what are we still doing here? Let's go.
It's election day, folks, so let your voice be heard.
Say no to the war. Say no to Vietnam.
Say no to sending our children to die.
Excuse me.
We need to see the records of a former patient.
We don't give out patient records.
Well, uh...
I mean...
she died about a hundred years ago.
I'm sure she or anybody else probably doesn't care, you know.
Why do you kids wanna look at old patient files?
For a school assignment on, uh...
psychological human studies.
Yes, the studies.
Mm-hm.
I think they put the files from the old hospital in the RED room.
Red room?
Six weeks' processing time.
At most.
Need a pen?
So much for that.
-Come on. -No.
-We are not going to the red room. -No, we are going to the red room.
-No, I'm not. -Yes.
No. I'm not doing it.
Dr. Kaufmann to telephone, please. Dr. Kaufmann.
I told you about my dream. I don't want to go.
So it's not actually red. You're fine.
It is called the RED room, okay? Who said it had to be red?
Uh-uh. Count me out.
Okay. Just stay here.
We'll be quick. It'll be fine.
Just don't get caught.
George Foreman. He's going to be the world champion in '73.
Hey, you know where you're going?
Oh, God, Oh, God, oh, God.
Hey, you there.
You're not supposed to be here.
Hey! Stop!
The RED room.
Admittance records, psychological exams, what she ate...
This is everything.
She was admitted by her own family.
Says here that she was suffering from achromasia-albinism.
They put her in her basement because she was different.
Here, her supervising doctor was...
Dr. Ephraim Bellows.
Her own brother?
Yeah.
Jesus. They tortured her.
Look, electroshock, isolation therapy...
lateral cerebral diathermia treatment.
What about this thing?
What is this?
I've seen one of these before.
It's a wax cylinder.
They used them to make recordings before LPs.
So does that mean we're gonna get to hear Sarah?
He went this way. Sound the alarm!
You're going to tell the truth now.
Aren't you, Sarah?
I didn't hurt the children.
I didn 't.
-Ephraim. .. -That isn't the truth, is it?
I didn't do it. I didn't hurt...
-Tell the truth, Sarah. -l’m your sister...
-You poisoned those children. -No. No.
I tried...
I tried to save them.
But nobody listened.
I didn't want them hurt,
--but you wouldn't let me out. -Sarah. ..
Tell the truth.
She doesn't know what she did.
It was the water.
We went over this, Sarah.
The water...
There '3 nothing wrong with the water.
-That's why you're here. -The mill...
It was the mercury from the mill. You poisoned the wa--
She didn't do it.
It was her family.
Sarah...
are you still here?
I'll tell you.
I'll tell you what you want to hear.
And what’s that?
Charlie had a dream of a red room...
-Charlie? -The RED room.
Charlie who?
Chuck.
In his dream...
a woman with a pale face,
black eyes
and long black hair
slipped silently into his room.
She leaned over and whispered:
"This is an evil place.
Run away while you still can. "
That's not good.
Chuck!
Help!
Help! Somebody help!
Help! Please, somebody help!
Help! Help! Somebody help!
Come on.
Chuck! Chuck, where are you?
Chuck!
-Where is he? -He should be right here.
Chuck? Chuck?
Chuck.
So where's your little friend?
News coverage of election night '68 continues.
-Stel|a? -Dad.
Are you okay? Where are you?
-Stella? -I'm afraid I'm gonna die, Dad.
Aw, sweetie, don 't say that.
Tell me what's wrong. Tell me what I can do.
Can't do anything about it. I can 't do anything about it.
No, no. You gotta help me out here, sweetie.
Tell me where you are. I will get there right away.
I don 't care what you're going through, just tell me, please.
If I go missing...
Missing?
If you can't find me...
Stella ?
...I didn't leave you.
I would never do that to you.
I don't understand what you're talking about, Stella. Leave me?
Why would you leave me? Is someone there with you? Do...?
Please just listen to me, sweetie.
It's not your fault, Stella.
It's not your fault she left.
Everyone said it was because of me.
Oh, no, please, please, please listen to me.
It's not your fault she left.
It was never, ever about you. It was about her.
I don 't know, somewhere deep down inside, she just...
felt trapped or something, I don’t know. I...
It's complicated. I wish I had answers for you, sweetie,
but I just don 't, and I'm so sorry.
I love you, Dad. I gotta go.
It's not your fault, Stella. Please don't hang up, sweetie.
-I'm sorry, I gotta go. -l’m telling you, it wasn't your--
So? Is your dad gonna come pick you up?
Oh, Stella, what's going on?
I need answers from you right now.
Understand?
Richard Nixon is still holding at 43 and Humphrey 35,
but Wallace has come up one point.
What about my call?
Rules don't apply to draft dodgers.
You think I wouldn't find out?
Ramon Morales.
You're gonna do your duty to this country one way or the other.
I can help you if you tell us about your missing friends.
Told you everything we know.
Heh. Oh, yeah, right. Sarah Bellows' book.
The stories write themselves, and it all comes alive.
We can't find any bodies.
Yeah, I know.
It's hard to believe.
We saved Ruth at school.
I mean, we stopped her from getting killed.
Ruth Steinberg?
That's who you're talking about?
You didn't save anyone.
She's stuck in the nuthouse for the rest of her life.
Get out of here, Stella. You're free to go.
You're so much better than this draft dodger.
Come on, what would your father say?
I'm not leaving.
Since you're not going to 'Nam,
maybe a night behind bars will loosen those lips of yours.
Come on, Hobbs.
Go home, dig out that 10 bucks you're gonna owe me when Nixon wins,
and I'll close up here.
-All right, have a good night. -Nighty-night, lovebirds.
I should've told you.
-You must think I'm a coward, but-- -I would never think that.
Two months ago, they shipped my brother back from Vietnam...
in pieces.
I'm so sorry.
Last week when I got my draft notice...
I couldn't.
Theyjust send you there to die.
If the book reads me...
I'm afraid what it's gonna say.
There you go, boy. Yeah, that's good, huh?
"Me Tie Dough-ty Walker"?
Who came up with all this sick stuff?
Is this you, Stella?
We didn't write the stories.
Trigger?
Wait, is there another story?
Please, you have to let us out.
If there's another story, we are all gonna be in danger.
Tell us what's happening!
What's the story?
Please just listen to me, okay? We're all gonna die.
It's my turn.
Okay, what happens in the story?
Just tell me which name is in the book.
Ramon.
It's a campfire story. It used to scare me to death.
The Jangly Man is coming.
-He's gonna say "me"-- -What's going on?
He's gonna say it. Listen.
Me tie dough-ty walker!
Are you shitting me?
Please, just let us out, please!
Me tie dough-ty walker!
Ramon.
-Ramon. -Oh, my God, Ramon.
Oh, my God, what is that?
Help! Help, please! Can someone hear me?
Keys.
Hurry!
Coward!
I got the keys.
Come on, come on, come on.
Coward!
Run. Go, go, go.
What are you waiting for?
Go to the house.
Tell her the truth.
That thing will follow me.
-But the stories come true every time. -Then you better run fast.
Stop her and you'll stop this.
Sarah! Can you hear me?
Goddamn you! You have to stop telling these stories!
We didn't do anything to you.
We just want to help you. We know you're innocent.
We know you didn't poison the kids.
But, please, you just have to stop telling the stories.
Stella! Where are you?
No, no, no.
Stella.
Stella!
-Hey, Stella! -Ramon!
She's out of her room again.
Boys? Sarah's out!
Find her now!
Sarah!
You leave that to me, Harold.
Sarah!
Sarah, where are you?
Sarah!
IhearheL
She's here!
She's in here!
Sarah!
Where are you?
Lou Lou.
-Did you see Sarah? -No, ma'am.
-She's lying. -You wouldn't lie, Lou Lou?
No, ma'am. No, I didn't see Sarah.
No, Mr. Bellows, please, no! Please, no!
You can't hide from us.
-Got you! -No! No!
Help me! Help me!
-Help me! -Stel|a!
Please! Help me!
She's telling everyone about the water.
What should we do with her?
You're gonna shut your ugly mouth or we're gonna shut it for you.
Please, help me!
Help me, please!
-Going back where you belong. -Help me, please!
Be quiet or you know what you'll get.
Please. I'm not Sarah. Please!
Please let me go! Please...
Let me go!
Please don't put me in here.
Try this again and we'll send you to the asylum.
Please. Wait! Please?
You should have stayed in your room.
Please. Please. Please.
-I didn't do it. -You don't deserve the light.
No!
I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm not Sarah.
Please.
Stella...
l have another story...
just for you.
Stella...
if you can hear me, wherever you are...
tell her the truth.
No.
It's time that you hear a story, Sarah.
You were a victim.
Now you've turned into a monster.
The one that they said you were.
Stella.
You took my friends.
Two of the people that I love most.
Ramon!
Stella!
Are you gonna take him too?
What your family did to you...
what they said, that's on them.
But what you do...
this is on you, Sarah.
It's all on you.
I'll tell your story.
The real story. I'll tell the truth.
But the rage...
the rage has to stop, Sarah.
Use your blood.
Sarah Bellows was innocent.
She knew the truth...
and tried to stop them. She was brave.
She was harmed and destroyed by her own family.
By their greed and their lies
and their sins.
I'll tell your story.
You can let it go.
You can let it go, Sarah.
Stories hurt.
Stories heal.
If we repeat them often enough, they become real.
They have that power.
They make us who we are.
-Stel|a... -|'m just so happy you're okay.
And if there’s anything I learned from Sarah...
it's to never give up.
I told Sarah ’3 story exactly as I promised.
I wrote about the pale, lonely girl
who wrote stories in the dark.
And how she was turned into a monster by her family.
Some people believed me. Most didn't.
Because, like Sarah, I was a lonely girl
who knew how to tell a good creepy story.
Write me?
Every day.
See you around.
-What's your name, kid? -Ramon Morales.
Stories can teach us to care.
They make us brave enough to admit that we need each other...
give us a home to go back to.
Chuck and Auggie are still gone,
but I know there is a way to bring them back
and that the secret is in the book.
And we won't stop...
until we find them.
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
But it's strange, so strange
It's very strange to me
You've got to pick up every stitch
Oh, no
Must be the season of the witch
Gonna be
-When I look over my shoulder -What happens then?
-What do you think I see? -Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
-Some other cat lookin’ over here -Sha-la, sha-la-la
-Over his shoulder at me -Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah
-And he's strange, so strange -Strange, so strange
He’s very strange to me
-You've got to pick up every stitch -Gonna be
-You've got to pick up every stitch -Gonna, gonna be
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh, no
Must be the season of the witch
Ah, ah, ah
Witch
Said it must be the season Must be the season, must be the season
Of the Witch
Must be the season, must be the season
Said it must be the season Must be the season, must be the season
Season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Ah, ah, ah
Ah
Witch