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[shovel scraping]
[ominous music playing]
[body thuds]
[pensive music playing]
[softly] Hey, Bud.
- You need anything? - I'm good.
[country music playing over speakers]
You know anything about these?
No. Sorry, man.
A couple packs of reds.
That all?
[man groans]
Wasn't sure what you liked, so, uh...
Thanks, Dad!
[engine starts]
Onwards.
[pop music playing]
Trust me, you are gonna love it out here.
It's a different way of life.
[singer singing indistinctly]
♪ Well, I wouldn't let you down ♪
♪ I couldn't let you down ♪
[singer singing indistinctly]
♪ Well, I wouldn't let you down ♪
♪ I just couldn't let you down ♪
♪ It's shame it's the same ♪
♪ Every time around ♪
♪ Stars fall ♪
♪ We're the only ones who'll ever ♪
♪ Know the star ♪
♪ We'll take it with us everywhere we go ♪
♪ Starlight shine on moonlit nights ♪
♪ Everything's gonna be all right ♪
♪ Well, I wouldn't let you down ♪
♪ I just couldn't let you down ♪
♪ It's shame it's the same ♪
♪ Every time around ♪
[music fades]
[dog barking]
Jesus, Buddy. Christ!
What's wrong, pal?
Buddy, what do you see?
There's nothing here.
Where is she?
[ominous music playing]
[yelps]
Buddy!
[dramatic music sting]
[woman] And just a few more there.
And there. Yep.
And just need you to initial, here.
What's this?
That's the, uh, disclosure of death on the property I mentioned.
Simply states you knew about a death on the property before purchase.
Yeah.
Oh, I got a bank valuation for you as well.
Needless to say, you got the deal of a lifetime.
- [man] That's why we're here. - [woman] Yeah.
All right. You are officially the owner of Plaza Mini Storage.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
[both chuckle]
Why would they leave all their stuff here?
I don't know, pal.
Come on, kiddo.
There's something we gotta do.
[dramatic music playing]
[boy] Dad?
Do you think he's with Mommy in heaven?
[man] I know he is.
At least we still got each other.
Right now, you may not understand what I'm doing.
But one day you will.
And this place gives me the chance to do what I always promised your mom I'd do.
Be home with you more.
I miss her.
Yeah.
Me too.
[ominous music playing]
I'm calling from Plaza Mini Storage for a Mr. Wheelman.
We have a unit here that is in arrears in excess of 60 days.
[man on phone] Yeah, uh, he moved. Not sure where he is anymore.
Sorry, I can't help.
Hello, I'm looking to speak to a Henry Jones.
[woman on phone] I'm his wife.
You think I might speak to your husband?
Afraid not. Early-onset Alzheimer's.
[sighs] No problem.
- Dad. - Yeah?
What happened?
Not sure.
[metal creaking]
Come on.
- [boy] What was that? - I don't know.
Stephen says it's supposed to be about 80% occupied.
It's gonna be more work than I thought.
Red tag them all. Yep.
And you? You run the auction.
And what's your name?
I wish you were here.
[ominous music playing]
[coughing]
[rustling noise]
[cartoon music playing on TV]
[man] Tyler, take the trash and go out the back.
I'm in the bathroom.
[metal clanging]
[metal groaning]
[ominous music playing]
[line rings]
[woman speaks indistinctly on phone]
Yeah, hi. It's, uh, Pete Thompson here from Plaza Mini Storage.
Uh...
Well, I'm calling in regard to a self-storage unit.
It's about eight months past due. Who would I speak to about that?
I'm not sure. I'm just a volunteer.
Cindy, the regular clerk, will be back tomorrow.
- Would you mind calling back then? - Yeah, sure. Sure thing. No problem.
[metal rattling]
- Where'd you get that? - [Tyler] Found it.
- Well, you can't keep it. - Why not?
Someone left it here.
People leave stuff here. That's the whole point of the business.
Can't be taking other people's belongings.
Please, Dad. Come on.
Well, if anyone comes looking for it, you give it back, no questions asked.
- We have a deal? - Deal.
[atmospheric music playing]
[ominous music playing]
[Pete] Okay.
That's no problem.
And do we have a--? Is there a good time you can--?
Got ya.
- Do I have--? - Dad!
This is the one.
- It's just the wind. - Something was in there.
Listen, pal, I get that you're bored.
But this isn't funny.
I have so much to do.
[dramatic music sting]
Hi, it's Pete Thompson from Plaza Mini Storage here.
[woman on phone] Oh, hey, Mr. Thompson, what can I do for you?
I just, uh, finished boxing up all the old owner's stuff.
You have a forwarding address so I can get everything to his family?
No, sorry. There-- There is no family.
- I mean, his widow and his son. - [thunder cracking]
Um, no. They died not long before Walt did.
You can just take his things down to Salvation Army, I guess.
Sorry I can't be of more help. Good night.
[mysterious music playing]
What are we doing here?
They owe on a unit.
Every dollar's gonna count right now.
Let's go.
- Dad, can I wait here? - What's the problem?
Can I please wait here?
Hello?
[speaks in Latin]
Lord be with you.
Always nice to see a fresh face in here.
Just moved here.
- How are we treating you so far? - Fifty-fifty, I suppose.
I just took over the Plaza Mini Storage Facility
on the edge of town.
Good for you.
We could always use some fresh blood in here to invest in our future.
- Looking to join the parish? - Um...
Actually, I'm here about a storage locker that's rented by the church.
It's past due. Quite a bit.
I don't know why the church was renting a locker.
I tried calling a few times, but I couldn't get an answer.
[ominous music playing]
This would have been Father Williams.
It must have slipped through the cracks in the transition.
I'm happy to come and settle the account, remove any of the items.
Or you could carry on renting.
I could give you a new deal on a yearly rate.
I wouldn't even know what would be in there.
I'll come check.
Sure thing.
We're open 8 till 5, every day.
So you just come on by and we can figure this out.
[truck door closes]
[engine starts]
- Dad? - Yeah, pal?
Can we hang up pictures of Mom?
Yeah, sure.
- Tonight? - No.
Let me get organized first.
Soon, okay?
[ominous music playing]
[gasping]
[Tyler] Help!
Help!
Dad!
[Pete] Tyler.
[electronic door alarm chimes]
Where are your shoes, pal?
How long have you been out here?
Hey.
Hey. You okay?
Once we get settled, I'll get us a new dog.
Promise.
Go back inside?
Just a little longer.
Okay.
[dramatic music sting]
[Pete] Do you have any openings at all?
We can do any time. We just moved here.
He's been acting a little off.
Oh, that's great. Thank you. We'll be there.
[woman] I get the feeling that you don't wanna be here.
One word answers, all your attention on your dolls.
[Tyler] Action figures.
Dolls are for girls.
Right. Action figures.
Am I right, though? You don't wanna be here.
My dad said I had to come.
He said I only had to come back if I liked you.
That's fair.
So how am I doing?
Do you like me?
Do you get along with your dad and your mom?
It's just my dad now.
Where's your mom?
She went to heaven.
What does that mean? "She went to heaven."
[dramatic music playing]
She died in a car accident.
So now she's in heaven.
She's not coming back.
How does it make you feel to know she's not coming back?
Alone.
[woman] Tyler, what do you remember about the accident?
[Tyler] Seeing my dad cry when he came home from the hospital.
His face was bruised.
He was crying.
How'd it make you feel to see him crying?
Scared.
My grandpa was yelling at my dad.
Do you know why?
Something about whiskey.
Tyler, was your dad in the car when the accident happened?
He was driving.
Dr. Milliner took me to live with family for a while.
[woman] How did you feel about that?
I don't really remember it.
It must have been pretty confusing.
Was it after that that your dad decided to move here?
He said it was the deal of a lifetime.
What was?
The storage place my dad bought.
We live there.
Plaza Mini Storage?
Yeah.
And how have you been feeling since you got there?
I don't like it.
And what about your dad? Is he all right?
Has there been anything different about him?
[mysterious music playing]
[distorted] You mean, has he gone mad?
Like Jack's mom?
Excuse me?
Tyler, what did you just say?
- [in normal voice] What? - Just now.
I didn't say anything.
Yes. Yes, you did.
You mentioned Jack.
How do you know about Jack?
Um...
How's he doing?
How are you?
[scoffs]
I'm not here for me. Um, I just wanna know how my son is.
Please.
Well, he told me about the accident,
and he told me about his mother
and about being sent away to live with a foster family.
Yeah, well, he is back home with me now.
And frankly, there is no chance of that ever happening again.
Legally, I've been cleared.
And, um...
- We're putting all that in the past. - His mother just died.
And he was sent to live with total strangers,
unsure as to whether or not he would ever see you again.
Now Tyler has suppressed the emotional trauma of those events.
Does this have anything to do with the post-traumatic stress?
Maybe.
It's possible.
I would really like to see him again.
Like two or three times a week.
If we did that, I think we could really get--
Two or three times a week? I bet.
- Eighty-two bucks a pop. - No, no.
It's not about the money. I'll do it pro bono.
What I'm describing to you, your son is in distress.
[mysterious music playing]
Well, I guess I'll talk to him and we'll get back to you.
- Okay. - Okay.
Uh, just please don't wait too long.
About to give up.
Sorry, I had to take my son to an appointment.
Didn't know you were coming.
I don't like unsettled accounts. It looks bad on the church.
It's this one right here.
- Do you mind? - Of course.
[ominous music playing]
- [electronic door alarm chimes] - [Pete] Got everything you need?
All set. Thank you.
Before I go, is there another locker that the church
or Father Williams has occupied?
I just wanted to make sure everything's in order.
Nope.
Just this one.
Good.
Yes.
Well, we have a Sunday service every week,
9 and 11, if you're so inclined.
[electronic door alarm chimes]
[door closes]
[ominous music playing]
[dramatic music sting]
[mysterious music playing]
[Pete] Hey, kiddo! You in here?
Tyler!
[metal creaks]
[electronic door alarm chimes]
Jesus.
You scared me.
Been looking for you all over.
You okay?
Why is she here?
Who?
[electronic door alarm chimes]
Hi, Mr. Thompson.
- Good afternoon. - I'm sorry to barge in unannounced.
Um, I didn't actually know if I should come, but...
No problem. Come inside.
Thank you.
- This way. - [electronic door alarm chimes]
How much do you know about the previous owner and his family?
Um...
I know he hung himself.
And his wife and his kid died prior.
So I imagine that's what drove him to suicide.
Did you know that his wife killed their son and then took her own life?
- And you are telling me this because? - Because I was treating him.
I was treating their son. Jack.
It started out with night terrors and strange moments of clarity,
where Jack knew things that he couldn't possibly know.
And then he would have no recollection of it afterward.
- [Pete] Where are you going with this? - It got worse.
Speaking in foreign tongues, bed wetting, voice alteration.
Violence toward animals, violent thoughts towards people.
- My son wouldn't hurt a fly. - They said the same thing about Jack.
I was making good progress with him.
I had contacted a psychiatric hospital in Gainesville
and asked them to work with me to find a treatment for him.
I just feel like if I could have gotten Jack
into that controlled environment sooner, then maybe--
Tyler is not this Jack kid, okay?
There's no connection here.
I know you know that something is wrong.
I know you feel it.
We could go to Gainesville together and get Tyler the help that he needs.
My son lost his mother.
And he just needs to learn to deal with his grief, okay?
Jack's mother had no history of mental illness.
She had no history of violence.
They didn't find any drugs or alcohol in her blood.
- I think we're done here. - They were a happy family. Please.
[electronic door alarm chimes]
Let me help your son before it's too late.
[suspenseful music playing]
[man on TV] Showers and thunderstorms today
with strong southwesterly winds to 37 miles per hour.
We'll have as high of 59 degrees with the temperature dropping rapidly...
[thunder cracking]
[man speaking indistinctly on TV]
[Pete grunts]
[ominous music playing]
[thunder cracking]
What are you doing there, pal?
Hey.
You okay?
Why aren't you answering me?
[distorted] I can smell the whiskey on your breath.
Did Amy smell it on you too before you got in the car?
What did you say?
[yells]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Pete] Tyler!
[groans]
Tyler?
Tyler!
[Tyler in normal voice] Dad?
Help me.
Hey.
[mysterious music playing]
[fluorescent light humming]
[man on tape] Ahem. My name is Father Williams.
This is session number one with Michael Gibbons.
- How are you, Michael? - [Michael] Nervous.
[Williams] Well, there's nothing to be nervous about.
We're just gonna have a little chat.
Just relax, Michael.
I want you to close your eyes. Listen to the sound of the metronome.
Let your mind and soul go blank.
Spiritus Sancti. Lord bless this child. Set his soul free from this evil.
[Michael laughing]
[Williams] Michael.
- Who am I speaking to right now? - [Michael, distorted] You must know.
[feedback screeches]
[ominous music playing]
[Tyler] Dad?
Oh... Buddy, what happened?
It's okay, pal. It's just an accident.
No big deal.
Come on, let's get you cleaned up.
[Pete grunts]
Dad.
Yeah?
There something wrong with me?
No.
It's just an accident.
These things happen.
It happens to the best of us.
No. Not just that.
Just everything.
Hey.
No.
I'm not having that.
You've had more put on you in this last year
than most grown men can handle.
Nothing wrong with you.
It's the rest of the world that's all screwed up.
Telling you.
Take it easy today.
Lay on the couch, watch some TV.
I got to do some work in the office.
But later we can hang up some pictures of Mom,
start making some room for our stuff in here.
You know what I mean?
How's that sound?
You betcha.
[electronic door alarm chimes]
[mysterious music playing]
[electronic door alarm chimes]
[softly] Jesus Christ.
No. No.
Oh, my God.
- [dramatic music sting] - [retching]
What the fuck is going on?
Dad?
What did you do to Buddy?
- Buddy's dead, Dad. - I know he's dead.
Why did you dig him up?
I didn't.
I'm fucking sick of this bullshit of you just pretending you don't remember!
Now you tell me the truth.
- No more lying! - You're hurting me.
- What did you do? - I don't know!
- Tell me! - Mommy, make him stop.
I mean it.
[crying]
[dramatic music playing]
- [woman on phone] Dr. Young speaking. - Hi. Uh...
Hello?
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. Um...
Mr. Thompson?
[shudders]
- I don't know what to do. - What happened?
No, no, you don't...
It's fucking mutilated.
I don't see how he could do that.
[Young] And he has no recollection of it?
Listen, I know my son. Okay?
He's not lying.
If I hadn't seen it on the video, I would have believed him.
I'll come as soon as I can.
Just keep him calm and act like everything is all right.
Because in his mind, it is.
All right.
Thank you.
[electronic door alarm chimes]
Tyler!
Hey!
- Dad? - Hold up.
I saw the grave.
- I did that? - No.
No, you didn't. I was wrong.
Come on, let's get back inside.
Okay?
[Young] Tyler.
How are you?
[Tyler] Fine.
Can I sit with you?
Sure.
Do you know why I'm here?
Has your dad been drinking lately?
[Tyler] Mm-hm.
How's it make you feel when he drinks?
Scared, I guess.
Scared of what?
[Tyler] That he's gonna die.
[Young] Do you ever hear voices?
What kind of voices?
The kind that make you do things.
Bad things.
[ominous music playing]
Tyler...
do you talk to anyone other than your dad?
My mom.
Does she respond?
I miss you so much, baby.
If you can hear me, I...
I need you right now.
"And I will put enmity between you and the woman,
and between your offspring and hers.
He will crush your head,
and you will strike his heel."
[Young] Tyler?
Tyler.
Jack.
[distorted] You know why she killed him?
Why?
To save him.
Pete wouldn't do that.
He's too weak.
[Young] You usually call him "Dad."
Do you think when Jack was begging for his life,
he called her "Mommy"?
Tyler, this has to stop. I want to help you make it stop.
You know who else I talk to?
Who?
Everything okay?
He changed.
I know you know what I'm talking about.
He got that look in his eye, just like Jack.
- He's not Jack. - Mr. Thompson, he mutilated a dead dog.
What the fuck is this?
It's that place in Gainesville that I was telling you about.
I called ahead and they have a spot for him.
We could go there together and admit him.
- I could treat him there with the ex-- - I called you here for help.
And this is your answer, you want to send him away?
He needs help immediately before he hurts himself or someone else.
You don't know my son.
And I'm not sending him away again.
Ever.
[in normal voice] I don't want to go away, Daddy.
You're not going anywhere, pal. Come here.
Told you we're gonna figure this out together. Here.
I love you, Daddy.
I love you too.
[ominous music playing]
[line rings]
- [woman on phone] Hello, this is Rachel. - [Pete] Yeah. Hi, Rachel.
I'm calling from Plaza Mini Storage.
I think you brokered an estate sale on this property
or represented a Richard Gibbons.
It was quite a while back.
Yeah, I recall.
Can you tell me how he died?
Richard, he killed his wife and then himself
after their son went missing.
Sorry, what is this about?
Hello?
Mr. Thompson?
Are you there?
[Williams on tape] Can you hear me?
Michael, I'm here to help you. Michael, stay with me.
Michael, I need you to fight.
Michael, look at me.
Michael!
[Michael, distorted] Michael isn't here.
[Williams] He doesn't belong to you. His soul belongs to God.
In the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord,
I command you to tell me your name, demon!
Tell me your name!
[Michael laughing on tape]
[Michael] I claim this vessel as my own.
My name is Baal.
[Williams] St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle,
be our protection against the wickedness and the snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him!
Thrust into hell Satan
and all evil spirits who hunger for the ruin of souls!
[Michael] I claim this vessel as my own!
[locker door opens on tape]
[man on tape] Father Williams, what are you doing?
[Williams] Father Mann, quick, come in!
Help me hold him down. The boy is possessed!
[Mann] Father Williams, stop!
- There's no demon. - [Williams] No, no. Hurry.
Shut the door!
[locker door closes]
You little beast!
[grunting] I'll kill you!
- [Mann] Father Williams, stop! - [Williams] Father Mann, get out of here!
- It's what has to be done and not-- - [Mann] Stop!
- [Williams] God... - [Mann] Father Williams!
- [Williams] No! No! No! - [locker door opens]
[Williams screams]
[locker door closes]
[softly] Fuck...
[woman on phone] St. Pascal Catholic Church.
Yeah, I need to speak to Father Mann.
- He's not here. - Yeah. He needs to call me.
It's Pete Thompson from Plaza Mini Storage.
He knows who I am.
Father Mann is away for the night.
When he returns tomorrow, I will have him call you.
Frankly, I don't care where he is. You need to call him.
And you tell him...
that I know about Michael Gibbons.
- Sir, I... - Call him.
[phone ringing]
Dr. Young speaking.
[Tyler on phone] Help me. Please.
Tyler?
I'm so sorry for whatever I did or said to you.
That's all right.
I'm scared.
I want to go to that place to get help.
I don't want to be scared anymore.
Tyler, where's your dad?
He's been drinking.
I'll be right there. Just stay calm.
[dramatic music playing]
Everything's gonna be all right.
[cell phone buzzes]
[Pete] Hello?
[Mann on phone] How do you know about Michael?
I don't know what the fuck is going on, but...
I'm calling the police on you.
Michael Gibbons was a very sick boy,
and he was a danger to himself and his family.
Look, we did everything we could. If you'll just let me explain, please.
Mr. Thompson, hello?
Are you still there?
Please don't do anything. Just wait for me. I'm coming there.
I'll be there by morning.
[ominous music playing]
Tyler?
Are you here?
[bike clicking]
Tyler?
Is that you?
Tyler, it's Dr. Young!
Tyler!
Tyler, is that you?
Tyler!
Tyler?
[thudding]
Oh, no.
Tyler?
[groaning]
Dr. Young?
[electronic door alarm chimes]
What the fuck are you doing here?
[dramatic music sting]
[Pete grunting]
[softly] What have you done?
[suspenseful music playing]
[ball bouncing and banging]
[ominous music playing]
Is your dad around?
[grunts]
Son, are you okay?
My dad's cleaning up.
I made a bit of a mess.
Where?
Can you show me?
Where's your bike?
I've seen it before.
I remember now.
Boy by the name of Michael Gibbons had it.
You heard of him?
Okay.
[gasps]
He's in there?
With Michael.
You son of a bitch.
Let me out! Let me out of here!
[Mann] He's not your son anymore.
Tell him your name.
[Tyler, distorted] You know who I am.
[both speaking indistinctly]
[Mann] I command you in the name of our Lord...
[Pete grunting]
Let me out of here!
- [Mann speaking indistinctly] - Open up!
[Mann] Defend us with our battle of principalities and powers,
against the rulers of this world of darkness,
against the spirits of wickedness in high places!
- What are you doing? - You're hurting me!
Tyler! Get away from that man!
[Tyler, distorted] There's no one to help you this time.
[EKG flatlining]
- [Pete] What are you doing? - Tyler.
- [Mann] Tyler, you must fight against him! - Tyler.
- If you can hear me... - [heart beating]
[Tyler in normal voice] Dad?
Help me. Please.
Tyler, come on, son!
[Mann] St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle,
be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him,
and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host,
by the power of God,
thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits
who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.
[Pete yells]
[Mann] Soul of Christ, sanctify me.
Body of Christ, save me.
Blood of Christ, inebriate me.
- Passion of Christ, strengthen me. - [Tyler] Stop.
Daddy, help me!
[Mann] Come out of the boy!
Christ commands it!
Die, impostor! Die, Satan! [grunting]
[Mann screams]
- He is my son. - [Mann] He is not your son anymore!
Tyler, run!
Tyler!
- No! - [Mann gasps]
[sirens approaching]
[dramatic music playing]
[camera clicks]
[inaudible dialogue]
[ominous music playing]
[mysterious music playing]