Hi Anna, it's Sophie. Listen... I'm going up this guy's house tonight
for a wee photoshoot thing. I just wondered if you'd tag along with me?
I'm going to die in here.
I'm going to die in here...
Now where were we?
Mister... will you let me in?
I'm scared...
Mister, open the door. Things are getting really scary out here.
Please open the door.
I can't go home, mister, because my mummy is dead and my daddy is dead too.
My house went bad, and I'm really scared. Please let me in.
Who is this?
Mister, open the door and you can see me.
Go home!
That these reports are coming in from all across the UK.
Again, no real clarification as yet on the nature of these events...
But the reports range from sightings to...
to attacks. More as we have it, of course.
But we're now going to take a caller.
A lot of our callers on tonight's topic...
And we're now going to go to Margaret from Cambuslang in Glasgow -
- Who has had direct experience of wh...
This was ten year. Eleven year. And I just...
You never tried to get any help?
It was never that easy. I never had anywhere to go for help.
And I was scared.
It wasn't like I could just walk out the door.
If someone's fucking with me they're making a terrible mistake.
It's a bit dark in here...
I think I'll put some lights on.
I'll definitely put some lights on.
We have to get out of here! Do you hear me?!
Did you hear the radio?! We have to get out!
This is happening everywhere! It's not just in here!
It'll be happening everywhere!
Through there, up the street, everywhere!
Well, I'm leaving! We have to get out! I don't fucking care!
Don't tell me it's going to be alright. It's not going to be alright!
You need to get out of here!
Stop.
Stop?
Yes. Stop.
Push.
Push!
Come on.
You could end it all right now.
You just have to push.
Stop.
Fuck you. Fuck you!
There's someone standing out there.
Fuck you.
There's someone standing right there, watching us, in the doorway.
I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking kill you.
I'm telling you there's something in the doorway.
Don't look at it.
I'm trying not to look at it.
I don't want to look at it.
Drop the knife.
Look at that pretty wee face.
Not a mark on it.
Something's happening out there.
Something's happening in here.
You could let me go.
I promise I won't say anything...
I'm thinking.
I think something bad is happening.
I don't think I want to kill you right now.
How do you feel about that?
I don't want you to kill me...
So you're happy about that?
I'm happy.
If you're happy you smile, don't you?
You smile. Surely.
I'm smiling.
I'm not saying I'm going to let you go.
I can't do that.
I'm not saying I'm not going to kill you. Because I am. Of course I am.
I'm saying I don't think I want to kill you right now.
So smile.
I'm smiling.
I'm going to go and turn on the radio.
Can I trust you not to do anything silly?
Good girl.
We are being told that it's not safe to stay inside your home.
Police will be going door to door in local areas-
- notifying people of where these public gathering places are.
Once again - we're trying to get this information out there -
- these reports of violence - of these sightings...
The information we have is that you should get outside -
- and get to a busy place, with other people.
It's not a time to be alone, or to be indoors.
That's what we're hearing. Don't attempt to call the emergency services.
Just get out onto your street with your neighbours -
And you will be notified of a safe place to go.
Woman!
Woman, get in here!
Call her mother and find out what the fuck is going on.
And quickly. It's nearly dead.
You want me to -
Call her mother, and tell her this little bitch is with you and she's safe.
I really don't think I'd be able -
You will. And you'll keep yourself together.
You'll laugh and smile.
Because if you don't, I'll put that fucking phone through your skull.
It's a text from her mum.
What does it say?
I could phone my mother.
I could phone my boyfriend.
You don't have a boyfriend.
Neither of you have boyfriends.
I've been following you for weeks.
I'm very careful. That's why I never lose.
I prepare to win.
You were in my flat.
I knew somebody had been.
Were you in my flat?
Twice.
I watched you sleep.
I sat with your cat and watched you sleep.
I like your cat very much.
Who'll feed your cat, by the way?
What do you mean?
When you're dead, who'll feed your cat? Will it be okay?
Someone will find it, right?
It'll be okay. Yes. Cats always are.
Get out from the inside...
Listen - Listen, please, we could both get out...
I won't say anyth-
This is my home.
Why do you think I tricked you two into coming here?
This is my home!
This is where I do what I do.
And I won't be chased out of it.
Make all the fucking noise you want. Cos this fucking house is mine.
Mine!
Leave it.
Idiot.
It's not going to happen.
Come through and sit with me.
How did you and Sophie meet?
Talk to me.
I won't ask you twice. Make yourself useful and talk to me.
We worked together... In a nightclub.
We just made each other laugh
We had the same circle of friends, and -
- and we were flatmates for -
That's nice.
Ask me something.
Why us?
You enjoyed drinking coffee together, didn't you?
Yeah.
Why?
What's the fascination with that?
With what?
I would see you sitting together. Drinking coffee. Chatting. Laughing.
What's the fascination with that?
We were friends. We just -
We just liked to catch up and just-
Meet and chat and laugh. Drinking coffee, smiling.
Then two days later, same again. Same place, same coffee.
Laughing.
What had changed?
I don't know what you mean.
What had happened in those two days? Nothing.
I know nothing had happened because I was there. I was watching you both.
And yet, two days later...
Two days later, same again. Same place. Same coffee. Smiling, chatting, laughing.
For an hour and forty-eight minutes.
I don't know -
Maybe you can explain that to me.
Maybe you can explain why people do mindless things like that. Can you?
Can you explain that to me?
And your question?
Why you two?
That's what you want to know from me?
You're just two of twenty seven women I've had in here.
And there is nothing special about any of you.
Have you seen that skinny little bitch lying in there?
Does she look special to you? Hm?
Lying there with her legs spread wide in a pool of her own piss and blood.
Or does she look like meat?
Does she just look like some empty meat?
Answer me this.
All those times you met her for a coffee or for a drink or for a chat -
Was she ever anything but just some empty meat?
She was my friend.
You're not leaving here alive. Okay?
But I'd like some company at the moment.
Why?
Are you scared?
What did you say?
I heard the woman next door.
She was scared. She wanted out.
Maybe she knows something.
Because this - - This place...
I don't have neighbours. There's no-one through there.
No-one living.
I bought the house through there when my mother died, so no-one could hear what I was doing in here.
But I did put some girls behind this wall.
Isn't that funny?
There's maybe... Four feet of space behind this?
I put some girls inside, then plastered over it.
Then opened it again and put in some more.
Then papered over it.
Looks good as new, right?
But I don't have neighbours...
The house through there... is empty.
Isn't that funny?
- There's someth- - Shhh. I'm thinking.
Come on! Please, somebody help!
Keys... Keys... He's got to have keys...
You see what happens?
You see what always happens?
I think you owe me an apology.
I'm sorry.
I think you owe me a bigger apology than that.
I was scared. I just panicked.
There was a shape on the wall. It was -
I thought you weren't going to wake up this time. You were out for hours.
You missed a lot of fun.
There are things running around upstairs.
- My head hurts. - I bet.
Do you think you're the first girl who ever tried to kill me?
Oh, you'd be surprised how brave some women can be, when you consider what they are.
How weak they are. How stupid they are.
You'd be surprised how often they fight back.
But you can't stop this.
This...
You can't ever stop this. This is all around you, always.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
You can't kill this. Because what I am is what life is.
Do you understand what I'm telling you?
One little blonde bitch hit me with her car.
Then she reversed over me. That should have killed me.
I mean, that should have killed me, right? I heard my bones break.
And yet, a short stay in hospital. Some wonderful nurses...
And here I am. System restored.
And here she is too, that little blonde bitch. That little blonde bitch is in here.
You're lying on top of her.
And maybe one day one of you little cunts will get lucky and take me out.
But you'll never beat me. You'll never win.
So long as I have this...
and you... have that...
Oh yeah. As if.
Now I want you to promise never to try to kill me again.
- I promise. - Because I've been thinking.
And I think...
I think we're on the same side tonight.
I think this house... has gone bad.
Don't move.
You two girls be nice to each other while I'm gone.
I'm going to find out what's happening.
I'm alright. I'm just sleeping under here.
It's fine. I'm okay!
It's fine.
I'm okay.
I told you not to move.
Your fucking house is haunted. It's haunted!
It's happening everywhere. Do you see?
Didn't you hear it on the radio?
Your skinny bitch friend - it's happening at her mother's house too.
"Inside things", she called them.
I have lived in this house with the bodies of dead women for years.
I have slept beside them. My house - my home - is not fucking haunted.
This is bigger. This is something else.
I've read about things like this. Chemical warfare. Toxins.
You know - to control the old -
And I won't let it beat me. Are you going to let it beat you?
I'm not - I'm not going to let it beat me.
Tell me you're not going to let it beat you.
- I won't be beaten. - Yes!
We're going to see the sun rise. And then I'll slit your throat.
Maybe I'll put you in there.
With her.
We'll have a cup of tea. Settle our nerves. Gather our thoughts.
When you were out cold there was a naked woman crawling around upstairs.
So I think I'll have a cup of tea.
Could we maybe cover Sophie up?
No. I like to look at her like that.
Don't you think she looks pretty?
I'd rather we covered her up.
I suppose I can give you that.
There. Much more dignified.
How do you take your tea?
Just milk.
I couldn't take it without sugar.
Sweet as me, right?
There a wee biscuit.
Cup of tea. Just milk.
Mmm. I love tea.
Turn away for a moment.
Thank you.
Tell me about the best day of your life.
See, that's the beauty of this situation.
The best day of your life as you see it now?
That really was the best day of your life because now you've met me.
- I don't want to. - Why not?
- Because it's stupid? - No. Because it's mine.
I bet it's stupid.
I bet it's a boyfriend. Mm?
A day of romance. A lie. A trick.
I bet the best day of your life was a trick a man played on you so that he could fuck you.
- Can I ask you a question? - Of course. We're chatting, aren't we?
Why can't I smell them?
Why can't you smell what?
The bodies. Under the bath. In the walls. Why can't I smell them?
Well, first of all - you can smell them.
If I was to pull the panelling away, or open up that wall, you'd smell them.
It's - yeah, it's not pleasant. Look away please.
Thank you.
But also I wrap them. Seal them. And -
This is interesting. But you can smell it.
Right now.
If you knew the smell, you'd recognise it.
I can almost smell it all the time.
If one of those dogs came in here? One of those...
Cadaver dogs.
If one of those dogs came in here? Wow. Party time.
But - yeah - I can smell it.
All the time.
Sort of a faint... ...bouquet.
Turn away please.
Thank you.
Why do you kill people?
Why do you think I kill people?
Because... Because you're mentally ill.
Ah, but I'm not.
I'm perfectly sane.
As sane as you, I'd think.
Well, I suffer from depression, so...
I've been diagnosed with generalised anxiety disorder. I take pills.
Then I'm more sane than you.
I don't think so.
Why is it crazy to kill people? Hm?
What's crazy about it?
And anyway - anyway - it's not people I kill. It's women.
So why do you kill women?
Look away please.
I wonder what answer you expect.
Did I have a terrible childhood? Was I abused?
Was there something I saw, or heard, something that twisted me somehow and made me like this?
Maybe there is no answer. Have you considered that?
Why does a man whistle at you when you walk down the street?
Why has every boyfriend you've ever had treated you like shit?
If not in their actions, then in their minds, they have. I promise you, always, in their minds - they have.
Why is the world the way it is? Why does any woman have any right to be alive?
If I have no use for a woman...
If I don't need her to clean up after me...
If I don't feel the need to penetrate her, then what is the point of that thing?
Why has she any right to live, or any right to have dreams-
- or any right to drink tea in my kitchen?
Any more questions?
Why do you have a stairlift?
It belonged to my mother. It belongs to my mother. She's still in the house. In the loft.
I didn't kill her. Christ, what do you think I am?
I just didn't like the thought of her lying there alone in that graveyard.
Call me sentimental. Anything else?
Do you believe in ghosts?
See, I think... That's the reason...
That you're sitting in your kitchen, in your big scary mask...
having a cup of tea with one of your victims.
It's almost funny.
Let me tell you about ghosts.
There was this one girl. Tiny, tiny little thing.
I followed her around for a month.
I watched her study. I watched her work.
I watched her fuck her boyfriend.
I watched her hug her father.
And she thought I was a ghost.
See, I would appear... and vanish.
She'd see me, and then I'd be gone. And I was doing-
Peek-a-boo.
Peek-a-boo!
Peek-a-boo.
That's all I was doing.
Peek-a-boo.
And she was sure that she was being haunted.
She was sure that this...
Was not a thing of flesh and blood.
But a supernatural creature. A ghost.
And do you know... She died believing that.
That the man who just made you a cup of tea was a ghost.
And so... As I put my knife through her...
I told her I was taking her to hell with me. And oh...
Oh, she was terrified.
I almost felt a bit sorry for her.
Almost.
- My point being... - Your point being?
My point being that isn't that all a ghost is?
A peek-a-boo that grows legs, if you let it?
A ghost can't hurt you.
No ghost ever hurt anybody.
The only thing that can hurt you in here...
Is me.
Well...
Are you going to get that?
Who is it?
Please let me in. I'm scared.
What are you scared of?
Things came into my house and killed my mummy and my daddy.
Well, I'm very sorry to hear that. But we can't open the door.
Please, I don't want to be alone. Maybe you can come out with me?
I don't think so.
What's your name?
Who...
What were the things that came into your house?
Monsters. Secret things. Inside things.
There were bad things in the houses and they were hiding and then they came out.
I think the bad things are in your house too.
I think the bad things are in all the houses.
There are no monsters in here.
More tea.
We won't be returning to normal programming tonight.
We are going to keep broadcasting for as long as we can.
But of course, we're getting the same instruction-
To get outdoors into - as the statement puts it -
Into open air. As far away from any enclosed spaces as possible.
But we'll hang in here for you as long as we can.
Worst thing you can do is to stay inside and hope that things change for the better.
I've got some bad news for you.
We're out of milk.
- I said go away! - Mr. Croal?!
Could you open the door please?!
Mr Croal. My name's Jessica Goldring. I'm a doctor working with Strathclyde Police tonight.
There's no problem in here. We're absolutely fine.
Mr Croal. We're trying to evacuate people in this area.
I must insist you open up.
We have the legal right to evacuate you by force, if necessary.
Now you listen to me.
I'm going to let this cunt come in.
To do that, I have to take off my mask. Understand?
You're my girlfriend, should the question come up. Understand?
We are not leaving this house.
Smile.
I'm smiling.
Thank you, Mr Croal. Can I ask you and your partner to get your things and prepare to leave?
What's going on?
I can explain once we're at the evacuation centre.
Can you come in for a moment, while we gather our things?
Just for a moment.
See, my girlfriend - she's very scared and I don't want to leave the door open.
You can come as you are. There's no need to gather any belongings.
No, please. Come in. Just for a moment.
Why the suit?
My name is Jessica Goldring. I'm a doctor.
I'm Anna. What's going on?
I'll explain at the evacuation centre, Anna.
I need you both out of this house now.
See, she doesn't want to leave - is the thing.
Isn't that right, baby?
She doesn't want to leave is the thing.
- I must insist. - Why? Why must you insist?
I don't know if you've heard anything on the TV or the radio.
But we're in the middle of a crisis.
What is this crisis?
Anna.
Do you understand that we're in the middle of a crisis?
Hey. Talk to me.
Anna. Do you want to leave this house with me?
I said talk to me.
Anna. Would you like to walk out of here with me right now?
She doesn't want to leave.
I am speaking... ...to Anna.
What the fuck is this?
And what is this fucking "crisis"?
Tell me.
There are things happening inside these houses.
Bad things.
I'm sure your house looks fine on the surface.
But have you really looked at it?
Do I know your voice?
Why, will you tell me, would you want to stay in a house when that house has gone bad?
I know your fucking voice.
Why would you want to stay inside with all this going on?
There is nothing wrong with my home.
Have you looked into the corners of your rooms?
Have you seen your girlfriend's face?
I've looked.
Look.
I don't need to look. I've seen it.
Then I'm sure you'll agree that we all should leave...
I'll just go and get my things.
He's going...
He's going to come back out here with a hammer.
And he's going to kill you.
Listen!
Ms Goldring! Could you come in here for a sec?
Where's my mask?
Where's my mask?!
I'm so stupid.
I mean, Sophie and I...
We could see the windows were boarded up from the outside.
And we still went in with him.
So stupid.
Everything was wrong. And we still went inside with him.
Everything looked wrong. And we still went inside with him.
I mean, how stupid do you have to be?
You are not to blame.
And I could have got out.
I mean, those boards on the windows. I could have torn at them.
I could have flung myself out. But I didn't.
I didn't even try.
I don't deserve to get out of here.
Anna, you are not to blame.
There's a busy road outside - right outside. I could have screamed and screamed.
I sat and had tea with him as if everything was normal.
I saw a door.
I saw a key.
I saw a way out.
I pretended like it didn't exist. Like I needed his permission.
How stupid. How fucking stupid must I look?
How fucking stupid must I be?
Anna, you are not to blame.
He's going to kill me.
This is what happens.
I think I have a chance...
I think things will get better...
And then he kills me.
In the end.
He kills me.
Right?
This is what happens.
And then there will be a photo of me...
On the news. And in the newspaper. And people will look at it and they'll say...
Oh, look. Look at that poor woman.
Another woman has died.
And there'll be a photo of me smiling and posing
Some stupid, strange thing that my mum's picked out.
And it won't be me.
It won't even be me.
And people will look me up on Facebook-
- and I'll be there smiling and posing-
- and saying things I barely believe.
And it won't be me.
It won't be me.
We are not to blame.
And where will the real me be?
Which wall will he hide me behind?
Anna. It's Him.
Him.
It's all Him.
I'm not to blame.
Let me out. Let me out. Let me out.
I won't let him hide me. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out.
I won't let people remember me as that fake, smiling, posing thing. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out.
I won't let people remember me as that fake, smiling, posing thing.
That fucking mask.
Then listen...
Listen to us.
What the fuck?!
What the fuck is going on?
I think you owe me an apology.
Untie me.
I think you owe me a better apology than that.
You fucking bitch.
You took my mask.
You took my mask!
Are you scared? Is that what this is?
Big scary man's afraid of his ghost.
Let me out!
You brought me to Hell.
How are you finding it?
I'll fucking kill you. You hear me? I'll fucking kill you.
You fucking bitch, I'll fucking-
This is...
Hysteria.
It's mass hysteria.
Toxins. It's toxins.
Why didn't you die?
I drove my car over you.
Why didn't you die?
I don't think it's fair.
What kind of world lets someone like you live and someone like me die?
Shut up.
Unlock the door and let the girl go free.
Or you'll find out exactly what's going on in here tonight.
And I don't think you'll like it!
That's a promise.
I won't be told what to do in my own house.
This is my house. My rules.
I'm the fucking...
I'm in control here!
If you want to beat me you're going to have to try and overpower me you fucking little bitches!
I'll kill all twenty-six of you fuckers again if I have to.
Not sure if anyone out there is still listening...
But here's the situation as we understand it.
The situation is dire.
Here we are.
Here we are!
I have my mask.
I have a mask!
Anna!
Where are you, Anna?!
I'm coming for you, you fucking bitch.
Some kind of apocalyptic scenario is taking place.
What we're seeing is something we've heard called a plague...
A plague of ghosts.
An epidemic of haunted houses.
All over the globe.
Can you imagine? World wide.
I wonder what that would look like.
Can you imagine what that would look like?
I mean... You'll have to imagine it.
Because all of this is happening off-screen.
So you'll just have to take my word for it.
Am I right, Mr. Croal?
It's not the first lie to be told in this house...
We're going to take a caller now.
We have Sophie Brogan from Glasgow on the line.
Hi there.
Hi Sophie. What do you have for us tonight?
Well, I'd like to talk about how angry and upset I am.
Why are you angry, Sophie?
Well... I've not had the best of nights, to be honest.
I've been murdered... by a psychopath. In a house full of corpses.
And I'm a bit fed up about it, really.
Hello, Mr. Croal. Are you hiding too?
Where am I?
Oh, you're going further inside, Mr. Croal.
I wouldn't go further inside.
Don't look at me.
Please don't look at me.
He doesn't like it when men look at me.
He'll kill me if you look at me.
Where am I, where am I...
I think you need to have a word with your lead actress here.
I'm just not sure I really... want to...
do this...
Come on.
You know I love you, don't you?
Look at me.
You know I love you, don't you?
You wouldn't want to...
You wouldn't want to upset me, would you?
Well then. Just shut up and enjoy yourself.
I'll make sure you enjoy yourself. You wee slut.
Listen. I'm not really sure I want my face in this. Have you got a mask or something?
Action!
Why are you doing that?
Oh, I'm so clumsy.
Let me out! Let me out, please!
Let me out! Let me out!
Oh, I'm so clumsy.
Let me out! Let me out, please...
What's happening to me?
Get up.
I don't want-
Move.
I should have killed you...
I should have killed you hours ago.
Tell me why you can't kill me.
I don't know.
I think you do.
I don't. I just-
What is going on in here?
You can't kill me... because...
Because you already did.
She was the last girl to die in here!
Well, as crazy as you are... How can you possibly be sure?
And I was the twelfth girl to die.
I was the sixteenth girl to die.
I was the second girl, Mr. Croal. And I want to come in.
I didn't kill any kids.
We were all kids once, Mr. Croal.
Get out of my house!
Well, you asked us all to come here.
You tricked Sophie and me into coming here, didn't you?
You let me in.
You dragged me here by the hair.
You drugged me and carried me inside like a baby.
And I never saw my children again.
Well, I don't want you here any more!
Get out of my house. This is my house.
Do you think we just let you do this to us, and there are no repercussions?
Of course he thinks he gets away with it.
They get away with it every day.
Hey.
Do you believe in ghosts now?
Now that you live in a house full of them?
Tell me...
Who was the first girl to die in here?
Do you remember?
Please don't do this.
You must remember...
Oh, let me go. Please. Let me go.
I'm begging you. I'm - I'm sorry.
Well, I'll leave then!
Now I'll leave!
So...
Leave.
We can break him.
We can make him believe you're a ghost.
Because while you're trapped inside here with someone like him?
You are one.
It's never about a key.
Or a door.
Or a house.
It's about Him.
The enemy is Him.
Fuck you.
So what now?
Peek-a-boo!