There is something in the trees.

“You’ll join him if you don’t get the fuck away!! Liam, please—” Deirdre takes his arms and digs its heels into the ground. She is not strong. Like, at all. It doesn’t help that Liam is much bigger than her, so it’s struggling to just pull him toward the shore.

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

He recalls a conversation they had long ago now, probably while going through bags to see if they could shed some weight for a particularly long trek. While Reid threw a rather nice watch into the pile for selling, he vaguely remembers them rambling about "not needing sentimental things, because they just remember stuff" and "jeeesus, you still have that?? I gave that to you months ago, you know I stole it, right?"

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

Do you believe in blessings

We all unconsciously believe our intentions can bring about good outcomes.

Our intentions are quietly shaping this world.

Anyone who came too close to me was befallen with misfortunes I cannot explain.

Did you look at what's on that camera?

Don't listen, don't look, don't ask.

Stop believing in that nonsense!

With this curse, the more you understand, the more it plagues you.

Please recite this with me.

I hope you don't think I'm being nosy.

Why aren't you smiling?

I'm just filming this special occasion.

So you think this "tunnel you must not enter" has brought misfortune to those around you.

I'm a little curious. Can you explain why nothing has happened to you?

You'll die if you answer your name.

All I know about this deity is the more you understand about it, the more likely you'll encounter misfortune.

Let me take a look. You're unbelievable.

Excuse me, did you forget something?

Can you see me?

Why are we filming?

I want to record this so we can watch it together.

I didn't touch it yet.

What is it? [Name], look at me. Look at me.

There's no phone signal at all.

How could the "tunnel you must not enter" still have a phone signal?

Are you ready to bust this superstition with me?

Fuck! What the hell is this?

What's wrong? Are you okay?

It's possessed! This is a live possession.

I've never driven alone.

Why does [she/he/they] keep staring at me?

Can I please take a look at your hand?

Didn't you say middle of the night?

Why are you filming? What is there to film here?

We're here to pray, not to play around.

Where? Where did you get hurt?

[Name] says I'm crazy.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

I'm not scared anymore.

There's no need to worry.

Please deliver me from evil.

Let's go out and not stay here.

[Name] stares at the ceiling and talks to themselves.

[He/she/they] told me [she/he/they] saw a faceless person.

Where are you hiding, where are you hiding?

What are you doing? Why are these dolls covered?

If you keep thinking about monsters, monsters will go live inside your head.

What do I do, I'm so scared.

If you're feeling scared, just think about your three favorite things. Then close your eyes and say them out loud. You won't be scared anymore.

Just do this from now on whenever you're scared.

If you don't go to sleep, the monster will come find you!

What is your name? Give it to me.

After offering up your real name, you cannot use it anymore.

Who said anyone believes it?

What are they murmuring?

The little girl. She's over there.

Is there a tunnel? You can't go in there.

You can't come in. You just can't.

What happened to your ear?

I was chosen by the gods. It took my flesh to bless everyone.

What are you doing? Don't you know you can't come in here?

I have some questions about the house.

Didn't I tell you to stay right there?

Why didn't you listen to me?

Why did you give me this?

Shit, they locked the door.

Are you okay? Are you sure?

Look at this barrier talisman. It's terrifying.

Does that scare you?

What else could it be?

What are you afraid of? Afraid of not being forgiven? Or afraid you can't forgive yourself?

Are you afraid of this curse?

Some people see a fallen chair and say it's a ghost.

You said you're not afraid of monsters anymore.

Don't be scared. The world is as you see it.

I don't know if ghosts or gods really exist.

Do you want to go back to my place?

I have a bad feeling about this.

How many times are you going to do this?

Motherfucker. You do this every time.

Did you hear something? What's that sound?

Are you sure you want to go in?

Where are you going? What should I do?

How much further is this place?

What is that? Did you see it?

Is that a person? What is it?

What's coming will come. It's fate.

Don't let it eat anything for seven days straight.

If you can't do it, we'll stop and end it right now.

We have to set up the altar.

I want to know what it feels like too.

don't you think [name] very strange?

What's wrong? You're all sweaty.

We're almost at the hospital. Hold on a little longer.

Is there anybody there?

The video camera isn't broken, but the file is damaged.

The more of this video I watch, the more unwell I feel.

Is this a curse?

I asked a few of my theologian friends.

If I can go there, maybe I'll get an answer.

I was the one who reported you because I didn't believe you.

When your mom was pregnant, she was going to give you to the gods.

It's a malicious deity.

They must use this incantation to receive blessings.

The more people who chant it, the more powerful the protectionto those who chant it.

You need to be prepared for the worst.

I'm here. Can you open your eyes?

Look at this. God! Don't touch it.

The sound is coming from there.

There's a mirror over there.

I filmed the same thing earlier.

Fuck, get over here.

There it is again. The sound.

Quick, over there!

Forget about it. Let's go back.

If there's nothing, let's go.

I'm going to uncover it. Hold this for me.

What are you doing? Don't scare me!

Let's get out of here! Let's go!

Where are you, [name]? What are you doing?

I was just scared. I'm still scared.

I don't know if I want to be good to you because of guilt.

I don't even know how I fell in love with you.

Is that love? You didn't have a choice.

You could've been in a better place. You could've been fine.

I'm sorry. I won't hurt you anymore.

If you wake up, promise me. Forget your name. Forget me.

Do you still remember the incantation?

Reciting it means, "I wish to share in this curse and offer up my name."

The more people bearing the curse, the more diluted it becomes.

The deeper you look, the heavier the burden.

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

Scarlett pulls out a chair from the dining table, it's got a knitted cushion on the bottom, and motions for him to sit while she begins making coffee. She scrubs the pink from her cheeks with her hands, and sniffles again. "You smell like liquor, Jameson."

He sits down, and kind of freezes at her statement. He brushes it off with a shrug, though, and leans forward in his seat. “We were traveling somewhere cold, I needed to stay warm somehow.”

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

Scarlett pulls out a chair from the dining table, it's got a knitted cushion on the bottom, and motions for him to sit while she begins making coffee. She scrubs the pink from her cheeks with her hands, and sniffles again. "You smell like liquor, Jameson."

He sits down, and kind of freezes at her statement. He brushes it off with a shrug, though, and leans forward in his seat. “We were traveling somewhere cold, I needed to stay warm somehow.”

He's in the ground now, either having become Reid's shriveled corpse or laying somewhere next to their rotting body. Besides the weight of the dirt on his chest, and the suffocating lack of oxygen, he can hear somebody (or is it him?) screaming and banging on the lid of a coffin that was never there. The voice is indiscernible, but he can make out what they're saying: "You made a mistake, get me out of here!!"

It’s been a few months since they’ve passed, Jameson hasn’t been talking to anyone, no letters have been sent nor visits made. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see anyone, it’s just that time has slipped away from him in his grief.

Scarlett pulls out a chair from the dining table, it's got a knitted cushion on the bottom, and motions for him to sit while she begins making coffee. She scrubs the pink from her cheeks with her hands, and sniffles again. "You smell like liquor, Jameson."

He sits down, and kind of freezes at her statement. He brushes it off with a shrug, though, and leans forward in his seat. “We were traveling somewhere cold, I needed to stay warm somehow.”