- GIRL: No, no, no, no.
I said I was sorry.
Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I said I was sorry.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm--I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Sorry.
I'm sorry.
I-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I...
[ crickets chirping ]
GIRL: You disgusting bitch.
No. No. No. No.
- Hello?
- Yeah, Nicole!
- Yeah, get it!
- Whoo!
- Kristen, I'm looking at you.
- All right, come on. You're up new girl.
Let's see what you got.
- No, I--I don't have a swimsuit.
- Don't be lame. It's just your undies.
- Whoa, we don't have all night, losers!
- Come on. Show us what's under there.
- Come on. Just--
- No, okay, I'll go if you stop that.
- Come on. What?
- Here she goes.
- Yeah! - Kristen!
Kristen! Kristen! Kristen!
- Kristen! Kristen! Kristen!
- Kristen! - Come on!
- Kristen! - Whoo!
- Kristen! Kristen!
Kristen! Kristen!
- Whoo! Yeah!
- You got it, girl!
- Kristen!
- Come on!
- Jump! You can do it! Jump!
Jump!
- Come on, loser! - Let's go! Jump!
- Yeah!
- Sorry. It's a little too back.
- No, keep going.
Yeah.
- Oh, I just-- - Come on.
- Ah. - Come on.
- You can't hang, Nicole. Face facts.
- That's a fact, punk. Gah.
Unh. Yeah. Yeah.
Gotta take a photo of this one.
- No, no, no. Okay, all right.
- Get ready for your punishment.
- Punish me. Punish me, baby. I'm cool with that.
- Careful what you wish for.
- Do you guys have a bottle opener?
- It's a twist-off.
What is this, your first party?
- Hey, girl, isn't this the most epic night ever?
- Yes.
- We have to document this.
Perf. I'm posting it.
Ah, you've discovered Jake.
Hey, Jake.
- Shh.
- What?
- Come play quarters with me and new girl.
She's got the hots for you.
- Thanks, but I-- I gotta head home.
- She'll make it worth your while.
- Sorry. She's an idiot.
- I know.
Hey, rain check, definitely.
- Screw Jake. We'll have our own fun.
Come on. Let's rage.
Mm, take another shot.
Oop.
- Dang.
- Cheers.
- Ah.
- Hey, you know my friend Amber, right?
She goes to Sacred Heart.
- No. Why?
- It's just I've called and texted her a bunch of times,
and she hasn't responded in, like, 10 days.
- That's weird.
- I know.
It's starting to freak me out a little bit.
I'm gonna look her up on Facebook.
I don't know.
Hmm.
"Found an old friend still online, sent her a note.
Dare you to do the same."
What the hell?
Oh, my God. No way.
Dude, her profile is still up.
No way.
- Who is that?
- Morgan Rose.
She, uh, went to our middle school,
was the biggest freak whore ever. God.
We're back.
Let's see how bad Amber burned her.
Oh, my God.
Dude, that is, like, so fucked up.
Damn.
We have to do it, too. Okay.
- Mm...
Take that, bitch.
Your turn.
Light her up.
- I could never top that.
- Okay, look,
school is starting, and we need to show
these underclass bitches who runs shit, 'kay?
Consider this practice.
And trust me, she deserves it.
- But...
- Go on.
Dude, you're, like, really good at this.
Oh, my God.
- I can't post that. That's...
- You did it. I'm proud of you.
Come on. Let's take another shot.
Oh, no.
- I think we can stop pretending.
I know you flirt with boys on the computer
and stay out 'til 4 A.M.
- Sorry if I woke you up last night.
- Sorry?
It's your senior year.
I want you to have fun.
- Um...
hey, are you sure I can't go with you?
- The old house already sold, honey.
We're just going to sign some papers.
This is home now.
- Hey, girls.
- Hi.
- Jane, the cab's here.
- Oh.
- Okay, sweetie, we'll call when we get to Grandma's?
- Okay. - Okay, and I left you money--
- On the counter, yeah,
and you left food in the fridge.
And you left me all the phone numbers,
even though I have them on my phone...
- I know. - as well as my email.
- We're dinosaurs, I know. Bye.
- Hey, no parties.
Maybe one party.
Little one. You know,
somebody needs to break the place in.
- Okay.
- Welcome back,
and let's give a big warm Jefferson High welcome
to all of our new students.
- Morning.
Isn't this awesome?
My God, you're a huge hit.
I've gotten, like, a million texts about you.
- No, no, I--
Are you serious, 'cause--
- Oh, my God, please, 'kay?
Haters gonna hate. It's no big deal.
- Okay. - You're on my team now, okay?
- You look nice.
- Thanks.
We'll work on yours.
- My mom gave me this skirt.
- I'm just kidding. I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
- Um, hey, this is totally random. Uh--
- Yeah?
- Why did Amber want us to burn that girl so bad?
- Just cause. Okay?
- I tried to delete the comments,
because I felt really--
- Kristen, you're so paranoid. God.
- Yeah, but that's the weird part.
I actually couldn't do it. Okay, and it just--
- Just listen. Drop it already.
- Hot senior chicks.
How does it feel to be on top?
- I don't know. Feels pretty awesome, right?
- Yeah. - I mean, almost as awesome
as the end of my party was, loser.
- Mm, I'm the loser, huh? - Mm-hmm.
- I mean, it was pretty awesome.
I mean, you're welcome for that, Nicole.
- Jake. - Hmm?
- I don't know. Why don't you try being cool
and show the new girl to class?
Have fun.
- So, uh, I saw the pics from the party.
- Don't worry about it. - But it's--
- You weren't doing anything that embarrassing.
Maybe I can show you around town sometime.
Just message me.
- Yeah, o-okay.
Um, my--my Twitter is KriiisTEN,
but it has like, three Is in it,
and then the-- the last three letters,
they're capitalized.
I should just ask Nicole for your number.
- Yeah, just do that.
- Thanks. - Uh, your class...
- Yeah. - is right there.
- Duh. - Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Okay, hit me up. - Okay.
- ♪ ...verses, check this ♪
- ♪ Hey
- ♪ Boys my age are still kinda geeky ♪
♪ Too much forward, that's a little creepy ♪
♪ I wanna find somebody with something he can teach me ♪
♪ Looking for a perfect 17
♪ 19 wants to get too freaky... ♪
♪ On a scale of one to ten, I'd say what I like in men ♪
♪ Looking for a perfect 17
[ static crackling ]
- What the heck?
- Nicole.
- Dad, what the fuck? You scared me.
- I need to tell you something.
- What's wrong?
- It's about your friend Amber.
- Hey.
Come on.
I'm so sorry.
- I should have known something was wrong.
I should have noticed something.
- No, don't, okay?
Don't blame yourself. It is not your fault.
- It just doesn't make any sense.
Okay, Amber was the last person to have ever--
She would--She would have never done anything like that.
You heard what they said about her, right?
That she just went insane.
Like hearing voices, insane,
saying that somebody was gonna hurt her.
Amber wasn't afraid of anybody.
- How did--How'd she die?
- Her dad left her alone for, like, five minutes
so he could go sign some paperwork
to have her admitted into an insane asylum.
When he was pulling back into the driveway,
she jumped off the roof and...
landed headfirst onto his windshield.
Like, what would make her do that?
What would make her do that?
- Is there somebody in here?
I'm gonna call the cops!
Hey...
can you come over?
Yeah, right now.
I checked the whole house.
There's no one in there,
and there are no cameras. All the doors are locked.
Can I see this video?
- No.
My computer just, like, fried afterwards.
I can't even turn it on.
What do you think's happening?
- Honestly, I think it's just a weird glitch, you know?
- Did you know her, Morgan?
- Amber and Nicole went to middle school
with Morgan at St. Francis.
They said she was different,
didn't get along with the other kids.
She left school in eighth grade,
and a few weeks later, they found out she killed herself.
Everyone who went to St. Francis
made clear you just don't talk about it.
- Wait. Then, who's doing this?
I mean, who's running her profile?
- I don't know, but you really shouldn't worry about it.
I mean, just stay off-line for a while. It'll go away.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
- Where do you want to go?
- Um, we could see a movie.
I'll bet you "Hunger Games 15" is out by now.
- [ chuckles ]
- Or we could throw another party.
- No. Definitely not.
Seriously, after cleaning up Nicole's house,
yeah, I'd rather see "Hunger Games 1000."
- Let's go.
Come on.
- Seat belt.
- Ha ha. You wish.
- You're reckless.
- Just a little bit.
- So I guess, um, Jake's been hanging out
with your girl Kristen a lot.
- Yeah, it seems like it.
Hey, do you think he really likes her,
or he's just sprung up on her right now?
- Honestly, um, I don't know.
It's hard to read that kid.
How 'bout you, though?
How you been holding up?
- Not so great.
Definitely not getting any sleep tonight.
- Listen, um, I know that you and Amber were close,
and I just wanted to let you know,
if you need anything, I'm here for you.
- Thanks, but it's okay.
I just--
Well, I just want to feel back to normal, you know?
- Yeah, I get it.
You want to see one of my latest videos?
Well, I mean, if you insist.
Um, okay, I'm gonna send you a link.
Watch it, and let me know what you think, okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
GIRLS: Oh, pick me! Pick me!
- [ laughing ] Oh, my God.
- Ah? Ah?
I told you.
See? I told you it would make you feel better.
- Thanks. I needed that.
- I--I think I know how you can repay me.
- Oh, yeah? How?
- Send me a sexy pic,
like old times.
- I don't know.
I'm not really in the mood.
- Come on.
Seriously...
just one, to help you sleep.
It'll make you feel better.
- Clint. - Good night.
- Clint, hold up.
- H-Hold on.
Okay.
Oh, my God!
What?
- In the witch hunts of the 1600s,
victims were targeted for many reasons.
Some were denounced by a personal enemy.
Others were singled out,
because they seemed strange.
And some were targeted, simply because they were vulnerable.
All right, pop quiz.
Everybody, pencils out.
- Hey, hey, does your test say anything about, um--
- No cheating.
- No, but, like, does your test say--
- I said no cheating!
- Oh, my God!
- Cheating bitch!
- Get her! Get her!
Oh, my God!
- What's wrong with her?
- Nicole!
It's okay.
NICOLE: Oh, my God!
- You're okay.
- Shh.
- What--What is going on?
- Everybody, stop laughing!
Someone call the school nurse.
- Oh, my God! Help me!
- Oh, I'm kinda busy.
I want to go to have, um-- I'm gonna sign up for band.
- Oh, okay, yeah.
Um, I have one homework to do.
- How are you doing in--
- Is someone there?
Is someone there?
Who's there?
Uh...
Come on.
It's not funny.
- Hello?
No.
Go away. No.
Go away.
No. Go away.
Go away.
No.
Go away.
No.
- Go away. - Oh, my God.
No. Go away.
No.
Go away.
No. Go away.
Go away.
- Oh, my God.
- Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.
Damn, Nicky.
Nicky?
Hey, it's me! Where are you?
Nicky!
Come on.
Come on. Open up. It's me.
Nicky?
- Don't let her open it!
- Put it down. What are you doing?
Put it down. Put it down.
- She's in there just waiting for us.
- Nicky, stop. Put it down.
- She'll never let you take it back.
She'll never leave you alone until you just break!
This is the only way out, Kristen.
- It's the only way I can do it. - Stop. Stop.
Stop! Nicky, stop!
- Stop! Stop!
- I just, um--
I don't believe it, you know?
- You shouldn't be here.
You shouldn't be here.
- This doesn't make sense.
Everyone thought it was because of...
that video or Amber...
and that she couldn't deal with it.
But there was something else,
something she wouldn't tell me.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You're Kristen Shaw?
- Yes.
- I'm Detective Preston.
Look, I know this is about the last thing
you wanna talk about right now, but I have to ask you.
- I already told your partner everything that I know.
- Did Nicole ever use drugs?
CLINT: Really?
- Look, I need to know what she was doing
and who she was doing it with.
We'll talk later,
and I'm sorry about your friend.
- I know you know what it is, Kristen,
but she wouldn't tell me.
I know you know what it is,
so tell me, Kristen. Look me in the eyes,
- and tell me what happ-- - Hey!
Back off, dude.
- Seriously?
- Seriously.
- She--She--She... - Come on.
Okay, what if it was someone she knew,
someone just messing with you?
- She's in my mind.
Jake, she-- she was in Nicole's, too.
She drove Amber insane.
- I can't believe I'm saying this,
but why would she haunt you?
You didn't even know her, Kristen.
- Amber found Morgan's profile online,
that it was still up, and she posted on it,
said some mean shit, and Nicole did, too,
and then I did.
And we're the only three people
that have posted on her page since she died.
Do you know anything else about her,
like where she lived or who her parents were or where--
- The kids who went to her school said all kinds of shit.
I don't know if any of it was true.
- What about the teachers at St. Francis?
I mean, they must know something.
- Look, you gotta stop thinking about her teachers,
stop thinking about her.
You're in shock. You need sleep,
- and when you wake up-- - Sho--
I can't fucking sleep, not now.
- Yeah, they're for anxiety. That's perfect.
- Yeah, my Mom would notice.
- Hey.
Okay, please let me help.
- What, do I just take one?
- Two.
We can find out more tomorrow.
Come on.
- What the hell?
Wish I hadn't been such a dick to the Goth kids.
- Someone there?
Hello?
Oh, God.
- Fuck.
666
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
She won't let me stop!
- She came to me for therapy, back when I was in residency.
I've seen a lot of anxious, depressed kids.
I never met anyone like her.
She...
just knew things about everyone she met.
She never realized how much it scared other people.
I had an idea of how
she could control her interactions with others.
I, uh--
I encouraged her to go online.
First, it was wonderful.
She was making connections and...
growing up to be the most beautiful girl.
That's when she met a boy...
or at least someone claiming to be.
They never met in real life.
He told her he had a crush on her,
wanted her to send him a picture.
You can guess what kind.
She just wanted to have someone in her life so badly.
- And this boy, whoever it was,
he was the one that leaked it to the rest of the school.
- The things they said to her after that, I--
In person, it was bad,
but online...
just too much.
I can still hear her screaming.
- [ wailing ]
[ sobbing ]
[ sobbing fades ]
- So what--what happened?
I mean, how did she--
- Her grandmother lost faith in us...
said we didn't understand.
She took Morgan away.
Three weeks later, Morgan was dead.
- Okay, uh, well, her grandmother, then,
I mean, who is she?
- She was some kind of fortuneteller.
- Where did she take Morgan?
- Said they were gonna find someplace safe
for people like them.
- People like them?
- That's all I know.
- Ah, I'm so glad you're here.
Look, I--I don't know what to do.
- Okay, he--he's-- - I'm just happy you're safe.
We'll figure this out, I promise,
but right now, we really have to hurry.
- What are you talking about?
- Come on.
- Oh, man. Fuck.
He's not answering.
What do we do, text him?
- Yeah, just-- just fucking text him.
I want to know what he's doing.
- Unlock the goddamn door!
All right.
Found out something you want to know,
but first, tell me what you've been hiding about Nicole.
Huh?
- Tell him.
- Amber and Nicole weren't crazy, okay?
S-Something was after them.
- Something named Morgan?
- How did you know that?
- This was Amber's.
Okay, it says spirits
can't cross anything made of cold iron.
That's why old cemeteries have iron fences.
It keeps the dead inside.
Now, Amber, she used nails.
She drew shit in iron filings.
- Okay, her grandmother said she wanted to keep Morgan
somewhere safe, right?
- Yeah.
- Well, if she believed in this cold-iron thing,
I know where they went.
- All right, then hit the gas, Magneto.
- No. No, someone has to stay behind
in case we don't come back.
- Wow.
Fuck you guys, then.
Good luck.
- "Maya."
Hi.
Uh, um...
we--we'd like a reading, please.
- I'm closed.
- It'll be a quick one--
Just--I have cash.
- What's so important you need a reading at 11:00 at night?
- She's being haunted.
Evil spirits stay up late.
- Can't be too careful.
- What makes the spirit of a person
stay in this world after they die?
- There are many reasons.
Shit.
- Mrs. Rose, her...
- What if the spirit was a psychic?
When they were alive, I mean.
- It's time you told me why you're really here.
- It's about your granddaughter.
- What do you want with her?
- It's her soul.
It's not at rest.
Mrs. Rose...
- Call me Maya.
Morgan had the gift like no one else in our family.
She felt what you felt.
She saw through your eyes.
She was too young to understand all that.
The other children left her alone,
but she was never lonely.
She could feel their presence.
When she got older, she wanted to have friends.
That doctor told her to use the computer,
said it would be a way to reach out.
At first, it seemed good.
- Then the picture.
- And at the end, she wasn't hurting just herself.
A psychiatrist couldn't save her.
I took her back here to try myself.
I tried everything I knew to help her...
- to get inside her mind...
and quiet her.
But I couldn't.
Then I lost her.
I told myself her pain was over, she was free.
I don't know what else I could have done.
- Something's changed.
Morgan's not the same girl that she was when she was alive,
and, Maya, I need to find out what happened.
- And how we can make her stop.
- There is one thing...
but I can't do it alone.
- Is this a séance?
- Kristen will enter a trance.
Morgan has chosen you.
She has entered your mind,
and now you will enter hers.
Give me your hands.
Close your eyes.
Breathe in, long and slow.
- Draw in the breath of life deep within you.
Now, as you exhale,
let it leave you like it left her.
Release your own spirit from your body...
and draw hers in.
- It's all right. It's all right.
Just keep going.
Just keep breathing.
Close your eyes.
You're doing fine.
That's good.
With each breath,
you are letting go of the living world.
Now...
feel the eye within your mind
opening to her sight.
- You disgusting freak. You bitch!
Kill yourself, Morgan. Nobody fucking likes you.
- You're a disgusting whore.
- You're fucking disgusting.
- Look at yourself.
- You should fucking die, Morgan.
- Just die.
- You should fucking kill yourself, Morgan.
- You're so fucking disgusting.
- Are you okay?
- What happened? what did you see?
- All that hatred got inside of her.
It was like a disease.
She couldn't tell the difference
between the voices that were in her head and her own.
They told her she was a monster, and--
and that's exactly what she became.
- Well, how do we stop it?
MAYA: It's too late.
There's nothing we can do for her.
- What, for her?
What about us? She's gonna kill us!
- Whoa, what are you talking about, "us"?
You--Wait. You didn't even know her.
No.
No, you couldn't have.
- My God.
It was you!
- You--You told me that she went after anyone who posted.
I thought it was a psychopath just out for revenge.
I went on, and I told him to go to hell.
I was just trying to draw him out.
I gave you the pills and made you go to sleep,
and I went, and I got this, and I waited.
- What the--
- But it wasn't a psycho.
It was her.
You...
you have to stop her!
- Even if I could,
I'd rather die.
- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. She's never gonna forgive us.
- She's coming.
I can hear her. She's coming for me!
- Jake.
- Oh, fu--You have to help us.
- Jake!
Jake?
[ iron objects clinking ]
Jake?
[ screams ]
Jake?
Jake, is that you?
Jake?
Jake, where are you?
Jake, please say something.
- Fucking whore! Fucking kill yourself.
- Fucking kill yourself!
- You fucking bitch! - Nobody fucking likes you!
- Slut!
Jake?
God, are you in here?
Come on.
Oh, my God. Jake. Thank God.
We have to get out of here.
- I knew this would happen.
- What are you talking about?
- I knew.
- Jake, no.
No, no, no, okay?
You don't have to do anything. Just put the gun down.
No, Jake, stop. Stop.
Stop. You were just a kid.
You didn't know what you were doing.
- She's right behind you.
- No, Jake!
- Come up now.
It's all right.
No.
I would never wish this upon you or him.
This vengeful spirit is not my granddaughter.
This is not what she would want.
I don't know if I can free you from her,
but I want to try.
It'll be painful,
but in the end, you won't see her anymore.
- What about Morgan?
What's gonna happen to her?
- If you don't shut her out, she will destroy you.
- I can't just leave her.
I need to help her.
I have come this far.
I need to help her.
Please.
- She's upstairs.
Help me!
Go away. No!
Go away.
No.
No. Go away.
- It's okay, it's almost over.
- Morgan.
I'm here.
- Honey, can I get you anything?
Will you at least talk to me?
- We never should have left her.
There was--There was no way we could have known.
- She was our girl, Michael.
Our little baby girl.
- I know. Come here.
- No.
I don't...
- Morgan.
Morgan, shh.
It's okay.
Morgan, it's okay. Shh.
They're not real. They're not real.
They're not real. I am.
Morgan, shh. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere.
I'm not going anywhere.
You see?
They're not gonna hurt you.
They're gone, okay? They're gone.
Shh, it's okay.
I'm not going anywhere.
They won't come back.
They won't come back, won't come back.
I'll stay with you until they never come back, okay?
I'm here. I'll stay.
Shh, it's okay.
I'm not going anywhere.