Insidious: Chapter 3 Page #4

Sleep.

Hey.

You need me? I thought I heard the bell.

No, I'm fine.

Good night, Warren.

Good night, Jack.

What the hell was that?

I'm not making this up, Mel.

It cracked my ceiling.

I'm not saying you are.

I'm just showing you that there's nobody

living above you right now.

See?

Yeah. Well, I heard it.

And it came from that room.

Mel, come look at this.

- What do you say now? No one up here?

- I don't know what to tell you.

Tell me who's gonna pay

for the crack in my ceiling.

Why can't I ever...

Quinn, where's the frying pan, please?

- Third drawer in the far left.

- Yeah. I looked there already.

You know what? I can't take this

right now. I'm too busy.

Alex! No eggs this morning.

Just find what you can in the fridge

for breakfast, okay?

Whatever!

- Come on, Quinn. Eat your breakfast.

- I don't want to.

- You have to.

- I can't taste it.

I can't taste anything anymore.

- Alex, are you dressed?

- Yes!

I went to see a psychic.

I wanted to talk to Mom.

You what?

I went and saw a psychic woman

named Elise.

Claire's mom gave me her address.

- When was that?

- Like a month or so back.

Strange things have been happening.

Like that knocking I heard last night,

I think that was Mom trying to reach me.

Quinn.

I don't want you to get any funny ideas.

You know, these nutcases are...

They're paid to give you hope.

That's what they do. They make stuff up.

Why couldn't that have been her, though?

What if she's trying to tell me something?

Why don't you ever wanna talk about her

or acknowledge her?

- I do talk about her.

- No, you don't! You just fight with me!

You keep all this chaos so you can pretend

that she never existed.

No, Quinn.

I see her every single day

when I look at you.

Fine. I'll help her,

but you're staying here.

I'm reaching out to Lilith Brenner.

If you can hear me, please answer me.

Your daughter may be in danger.

She needs your help.

Please, Lily, answer me.

I need to speak with you.

Lily, please, show yourself.

What do you want from her?

I know you're not her mother.

She thinks you are, but you aren't.

And I'm not afraid of you.

I know you're there.

I've fought many like you

in my time, demon.

Show yourself.

I can't.

I can't do this anymore.

Kate Wittieris still a b*tch.

Mr. Paul is still hot.

Hectoris still asking about you

in a really unsubtle way,

like he just needs to stop.

And everyone at school is pretending

that they care about prom

and that they're going

to wear ironic costumes.

- That sounds so fun.

- No, it's not. It's the worst. Believe me.

I wish someone would run over

my legs with a truck.

Wait. So, how's your college

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