American Conjuring Page #5

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I wonder why.

- I don't know.

What, are you cold?

- Oh, my God, yes.

I'm freezing.

This house is chilling

me to the bone.

- Really?

I guess I didn't notice.

Too busy moving stuff around.

Chopping wood,

doin' the man stuff.

- Okay, Mr. Manly man.

Do you wanna go

check on the heat?

- Oh, you got it.

Love you.

- I love you too.

- Girls, are you down here?

Okay, this whole

sneaking around,

trying to scare Daddy thing

is getting kind of old.

Oh, ha ha.

Very fun.

The old rocking chair joke, huh.

- That's gonna leave a mark.

- Ben, honey, can you hear me?

- Daddy, are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

Daddy's okay.

Just uh...

- Let's get you up.

- Just clumsy.

- Let's get you upstairs.

- Glad you're okay, Daddy.

- Yeah, me too, pumpkin.

Just a big ol' headache.

- Are you okay, honey?

You've hardly touched your food.

- I'm fine, I'm just

not really hungry.

- Is it your stomach?

I can go get the...

- Dad, may I be excused?

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, I just said I'm fine.

I just kind of wanna be

by myself for a while.

- Well, you could be a

little nicer to your father.

We're all tired, it doesn't

allowed you to be rude.

- Sorry, Dad.

May I be excused now?

- Yeah, go ahead.

But don't stray off too far.

We need to turn in soon.

We have a busy day

ahead of us tomorrow.

We'll all sleep in the

living room tonight.

- You're kidding me?

Right?

- About what?

- About all of use sleeping

in the same room together.

I was gonna take my sleeping

bag upstairs to my new room

and sleep there.

- No, some of the lights

aren't working up there, okay.

We're unfamiliar

with this place,

and I don't want you to

wind up hurting yourself

if you got up during the night

to go to the bathroom

or something.

- Jesus Christ, Dad.

I'm not two years old.

Mom?

- I'm with your father on this.

We're a family.

Until we sort things out,

we'll stick together.

- I can not believe this sh*t.

- Zoe said a bad word.

- Zoe!

- Alyssa, stay out of it.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I'm almost 17 years old.

I should be able to make

some of my own decisions

where it comes to

my personal welfare,

and I don't think getting

to sleep in my new room

is asking too much.

- Look, okay, we're not trying

to run your life here, honey.

It's a safety precaution is all.

Once we move the stuff

into your new room,

and we fix all those lights,

it won't be an issue.

Now one night spent in the

presence of your family

won't kill you.

- I've been in your

presence all day long.

- Fine, okay, just go then.

Okay.

My head hurts too much

ragging you about this.

- So, you just

let her go then?

- We need to turn in soon, okay.

It's getting late.

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