The Sacred

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In the name of the

Father, and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost,

I command you out.

In the name of Jesus,

I order you, unclean spirit,

out of this young child.

You are no longer welcome here.

I... in the name of God,

the almighty creator...

I cast you out!

You have four messages.

It's Sarah, wondering when

I can see that first draft.

I left you several messages.

Look, I told everyone here that

you are the next Stephen King.

I'm counting on you

not to let me down, okay?

In good faith, all right?

So, so call me.

Hey, babe. It's me. I

hope the writing's going well.

I'll see you tonight

for dinner around 7:00, okay?

No good.

All right, I love you.

Jessie, this isn't

a joke anymore. Call me.

Sweetheart?

So, how'd the writing go?

I brushed my teeth

five times today.

So, you're still blocked.

I don't know.

It's more than that.

My editor,

she left another message.

She thinks I'm a fraud.

What the hell does she know?

Baby, could you pour us

a glass of wine?

Did you really like

my last book?

Jessie, you know that I did.

I told you that

the night we met.

What if you were

just trying to get laid?

Yeah, I was. But I really

did like it, honestly.

It was genuinely scary.

What are you doing?

What if I told you I could get

rid of your blockage for good?

"Blockage"?

What?

Just hear me out.

You and me, alone, one week,

your Aunt Jean's cabin.

A vacation?

Damn right, a vacation.

We both could use one.

Brian, I can't leave. I've spent

all the advance money.

It's just not a good time.

What is one more week

going to hurt?

Look, we'll go.

We'll have a romantic getaway.

You'll clear your head,

come back, bang it out.

Oh, baby, this is really sweet

of you to think about this.

But, I don't know, I mean,

my aunt died in that cabin.

Two years ago.

Jessie, she left you that cabin.

It's yours.

I don't know. I barely knew her.

And to be honest, I...

I don't like it there.

Well,

get over it.

Brian, just let me finish this.

And then we can go on vacation.

We'll go on a real vacation.

I don't expect you

to understand.

I'm just in this funk.

And until I finish this book,

my head won't be clear.

Okay.

Thank you.

- I'm going to burn those flowers.

- Please don't.

- Yeah.

- No. I love them.

You don't want...

They didn't work.

No, I do want them.

Hello.

Hi, George.

Who's this?

This is Jessie, Aunt Jean's

niece. She left the cabin to me.

Are you still there?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm here.

Well, how are you, young lady?

I'm good.

You were the caretaker

at the cabin, right?

Uhh, sure, yeah, still am.

Good. I was wondering,

is it still available?

Well, old Aunt Jean

left it to you, didn't she?

Of course it's available.

Great, good to hear.

Are you thinking of

coming up here soon?

Yeah, yeah, I am.

We could have gone up there

a million times

And the moment I bring it up,

you finally decide to go,

alone.

I just feel like

it's going to inspire me.

Well, who's going to inspire me?

Huh?

I could use

some inspiration too, you know?

You want to

hear something strange?

No.

So, I spent a lot

of time there as a kid.

Mm-hmm.

And yet,

I don't remember anything.

Something about the thoughts of

that cabin really creeps me out.

I'm kind of nervous to go back.

You just have a big imagination.

And I hope going up there

will reignite it,

you know, alone in

a creepy cabin in the woods.

You know what, that's good.

Yeah, that's it.

Maybe it was the cabin.

You weren't just inspired

by the cabin. You were...

You were influenced

by the cabin.

And that's why you became

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