Dark Exorcism Page #5

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daughter sustain in the crash?

Severe swelling, hemorrhaging,

she was in a coma a few weeks.

Terrible migraines.

Um, what kind of

medication was she on?

Pain killers, mostly.

Any permanent brain damage?

No, no, thank God.

All scans and tests came

back perfectly fine.

I think the doctors

were even surprised.

Is she home now?

May we speak to her?

Ms. Mills?

Where's your daughter?

I can't seem to get

her to come up.

She says it's not safe

for her to come up.

I want to tell her

she's ridiculous,

that it's perfectly safe...

But you don't believe that?

I don't know what I

believe anymore.

May we go down in the basement?

Hi, Bethany.

My name is Lois Kern, and this is

my associate, Veronica Carpenter.

We'd like to talk to you about

what's been going on in the house.

I see.

Your mother's filled us in

on what you've both

been going through,

but we'd like to hear from

you as well, if it's okay.

I'm not sure what

I can tell you.

This is really lovely work.

Is this yours?

Yeah, um, I'm not sure where

it's going right now.

It's, it's kind of a mood piece.

They say that artists

are always channeling

what's going below the surface.

In art school it was all

mastering technique

and discipline,

and then stripping that away

and returning to intuition.

It seems like a long way around to

get back where you started from.

Agreed.

Do you spend a lot

of time down here?

Sometimes.

Lately, yeah.

Your mother says you've

been spending more time

down here since the

incidents started.

It's safer down here.

What do you mean safer?

Do you feel safer

down here, Bethany?

I won't let it hurt her.

Who?

Don't do that.

What?

That.

It's condescending.

I apologize.

I didn't know.

You know.

You know there's

something very bad here.

Do you believe your

house is haunted?

I don't know about all that.

I...

I just feel sorry

for my poor mother.

She's stressed at work,

and she's scared for me,

because she knows...

What does she know, Bethany?

I'm the one they really want.

My father was my protector.

He...Would scoop me up

if I had a nightmare.

And he would tell me that

everything was going to be okay,

and that no one would hurt me.

You know, if there was

something in the closet,

or under the bed, he'd save me.

When he first got really sick,

they took him to

the hospital ward.

And I couldn't sleep

through the night,

because,

my protector was far away, and

the things in the

dark could get me.

I visited him once.

He looked so sick and weak.

But,

he told me about this light.

And that,

he was only moving

on to somewhere

that he could look

after us better.

That he was never

gonna actually leave.

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