The Invoking 2 Page #2

he slit the baby's throat

as she watched helplessly.

He didn't even bother

to cut the umbilical cord first.

She completely lost it,

and was locked in this room,

to rot and die.

It's said that she just rocked back and forth,

begging for them to give her baby back.

One night, she managed

to break the window,

and using a shard of glass,

she disemboweled herself completely.

CHAD:
Cut.

Damn, you're good.

That was good.

What about the other rooms?

Yes, well, the infirmary is down the hall.

I'm in.

(EERIE BREATHING)

CHAD:

So, is it true that if you listen closely,

sometimes you can hear her

hum songs to her dead kid?

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

SARAH:
Well, yeah, that's part

of the folklore of this place.

But mainly it's just scary stories,

told to frighten little kids.

CHAD:
Well, that's a shame.

Maybe if we're lucky,

we'll get a chance to hear something.

(CHAD HUMMING)

Mary? Mary?

Oh, look at that.

That's a creepy shot.

(CHAD HUMMING)

MARY:
(WHISPERING) Sarah.

- CHAD:
Hey, I think I found it.

- (GASPING) God!

CHAD:
(LAUGHING) What? Come on. Follow me.

SARAH:
Okay.

(WHEELCHAIR SQUEAKING)

- (RATS SQUEAKING)

- (DRIPPING)

CHAD:
Now this is more like it.

Do you think this is where

the doctor killed that baby?

SARAH:
Maybe. If I remember correctly,

this is the only place in the sanitarium

where a woman could give birth.

You know a lot about this place, huh?

Yeah, my father used to bring me

here a lot, as a child.

You know, before they closed it down.

Really? He worked here?

Like his father and grandfather

before him.

- I am the only one that didn't go...

- (GLASS CRUNCHING)

...into medicine.

So, would your great grandfather

have been here during the Mary events?

SARAH:
Yeah, I guess.

I've never really given it much thought.

That's my great grandfather.

It looks like he's the only doctor

in all these photos.

Yeah, that's because

he was the only doctor.

The county couldn't afford any more.

Sh*t.

So the doctor that killed

Mary's baby would have been...

- My great grandfather.

- (SCREAMING)

(EERIE BREATHING)

That was not a hum! What the f***?

That was not a f***ing hum!

- We need to leave. We need to leave, now!

- (SLAMMING)

What the f*** was that?

Who's there?

(EERIE WHISPERING)

I said who's there!

Oh, sh*t.

MARY:
(WHISPERING) My baby.

CHAD:
You gotta be f***ing kidding me.

(SCREAMING)

F***, come on. Why won't this open?

(GROWLING)

MARY:
(WHISPERING) Sarah.

- (GROWLING)

- (GASPS)

(MARY WHISPERING)

No, what do you want from me?

(CRYING) Leave me alone.

(TINKLING MUSIC PLAYS)

(MARY HUMMING)

(EERIE BREATHING)

(WHISPERING) Give me back my baby.

(DRIPPING)

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