The Woman in Black 2: Angel of Death Page #4

here, there's still danger.

Now, I want everyone to stay

together today, even at playtime.

Do you understand me?

I'll write to the boy's mother.

I'm sure that I locked it.

I'm sorry.

I don't think any of us

could ever be sorry enough.

Doctor, I don't think

we should stay here.

- I've told you, there's nowhere else.

- But it isn't safe.

- It's all of our jobs to make it safe.

- Sorry, no, I didn't mean that.

Well, what's your point, then?

- Um...

- Well?

Are you sure

there's nobody else living here?

- What do you mean?

- I... I think I saw someone.

Did you speak to them?

I tried, I called out,

but she disappeared.

I think you should

keep your visions to yourself.

Not visions.

You're not listening to me.

No, you listen to me.

This is not the first body

I've pulled from barbed wire, Miss Parkins.

I remember the last war.

I've seen what it can do.

You need to be better prepared

for this one.

There you are, Edward.

Come back into the house, please.

Wait!

Come back!

Come back!

All right. All right.

What is it?

- Sorry.

- Don't be.

What happened was terrible,

but it wasn't your fault.

I had the key.

A key.

There must be others.

He could have just found one

lying around the house.

- Or someone else unlocked it.

- Who?

No, what?

What were you gonna say?

I think there's somebody else

on this island.

Living here?

I saw them in the cellar

and then by the graveyard.

Forget it.

It's just me.

I haven't been sleeping well.

I'm just seeing things.

Right, come on.

Let's go and take a look.

You believe me?

Why shouldn't I?

Was that you we saw

flying over last night?

No. Not my turn.

I don't think I've seen

one of these since I was a boy.

I'm gonna go see if this fits anything.

My name is Alice Drablow.

Lived at Eel Marsh House

my whole life.

It is the 19th of October, 18...

...never be believed,

I feel the events I am

experiencing must be recorded.

Perhaps one day...

they will be understood.

It all began

with the death of Nathaniel.

He was no less of a son to me.

She may have bore him,

but I raised him.

I provided when she could not.

We were coming home

across the causeway.

The horse somehow

lost its footing.

The carriage

was thrown into the marsh.

She saw it happen

from the nursery.

He sank so fast.

Before I knew it, he was lost.

Gone.

She blames me.

So that I may suffer Nathaniel's death

again and again,

she makes me watch

so I can see what she saw,

- feel what she felt.

- ...felt.

See what I saw.

Get away from me, Jennet.

Feel what I felt.

I'm imagining you.

You're not real.

So Jennet was Nathaniel's mother,

but Alice brought him up.

Until he drowned.

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