Exhuming 'The Messengers' Page #3

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Holy sh*t.

Your dad gonna be all right?

Yeah. He probably just needs some stitches.

Hey, what you got there? Farmer?

You gonna be a farmer when you grow up,

like your daddy, huh?

- Let me know if you need anything, okay?

- Yeah, thanks.

What's up with the crows?

All right, Ben. Tonight we have

filet mignon, veal parmesan,

baked Alaska, chicken cacciatore,

and mac and cheese.

Stay here, Ben, okay?

Hey.

John.

Is that you?

Hey, who is...

911. What's your emergency?

I think there's something in my house!

I need you to get everybody

out of the house as quickly as possible.

We'll send a car immediately.

Ma'am, are you alone?

No, I'm with... I'm with...

Ben!

Ben!

Ben?

Ben, what are you...

Ben!

Let me go!

What's wrong?

Help us! Take him. Take him.

What's the matter?

What is it? Jess. What's the matter?

Oh, Roy, I hope they're okay.

- What happened?

- Everything's all right, ma'am.

Oh, God.

I already checked all the rooms.

There's nobody here.

But she described a lot of damage.

As of now, we're going to classify this

as a false alarm, not a deliberate hoax.

Thank you.

What did John say?

Well, he said it was easy to understand

someone getting scared

their first night alone out here.

But that he didn't see anything unusual

in the house.

Mom, please believe me.

I'm not making this up. I'm telling the truth.

Jess, please.

Just stop.

Dad...

Dad, I'm really scared.

Can we just go home?

Jessica, this is home.

You need to get used to that.

But I thought we agreed that

you were going to try.

What happened to that?

Hi. Shut the door.

Maybe we shouldn't have

left Ben alone with her.

Did you see her face?

She seemed so scared.

I'm really worried about her.

She's just having a hard time adjusting,

that's all.

Being out here will be great for her.

I don't know.

- Maybe we're in over our heads here, Roy.

- We'll get through this.

Just give her some time. She'll be fine.

You saw it too, didn't you?

Come on. I know you did. You had to have.

Just tell me.

I wish you could just tell them

what you saw.

Come on, Ben.

When are you going to start talking?

I promise I'll never let anything

happen to you.

I promise.

You heard that, too, didn't you?

Can you see them?

Where are they, Ben?

Son of a b*tch!

Hey, you didn't hear that.

- Dad said you needed this.

- Yeah, thanks.

Why did you tell my parents

you didn't see anything last night?

Well, because I didn't.

I mean, look, I know you were scared.

And I know that people,

even your parents, sometimes,

- they don't know how to listen.

- Especially my parents.

They got pressures

that you can't even begin to understand.

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