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(ominous music)
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(voices chanting)
- [Xander] I have a problem,
it's been 14 years now but I still hear them,
sometimes I see them, sometimes I can feel them,
that's why I surround myself with people
and try to stay in welded places.
The brighter the light I immerse myself in,
the darker the shadow seemed to be.
When I gaze my eyes into the dark thinking of this,
I'm certain something is staring back at me, closing in,
of every year that's passed the symptoms have worsened,
my ever escalating fear of what's to come.
I've tried every drug, every professional,
read every book I can find to see what any of this means
but with no success,
considering recent events
and reviewing my current situation, I have but one option,
I need to go back, back to where it all began.
(ominous music)
(footsteps approaching)
Graves Hill, population 4,000, no road will take you there,
the town cut off from everything,
separated by seven miles of forest at the South
and 15 feet of rapid water to the North,
it is for all intents and purposes, a forgotten town,
a town known for devil worshipers and the insane,
a place where the people fester in fear and doubt,
they will ever be rid of the horrors,
that reside in Graves Hill,
a place that I once called home.
I can hardly remember it now but as I follow my footsteps,
back into the depths of my formidable past,
the darkest recesses of my distant memory begin to expand,
the voices are becoming clearer.
(river gushing)
(ominous music)
- That's not a good idea.
(water gushing)
Yeah, that's Charlie, he's blind and deaf.
- What's with the-
- The mask?
Yeah it makes him feel more comfortable,
he's harmless really,
he comes out here a couple of times a day,
it's best you just leave him alone.
- I'm trying to get to the town, I used to live here.
- Sure, it's this way.
You're the first person I've met,
trying to get back to Graves Hill,
you know, after moving away.
- I heard they're supposed to be building a road?
Well, I couldn't find one (indistinct) not enough.
- They've been trying to build a road for the last 15 years
but it's that same old story about the curse.
- The curse?
- Yeah, you know the towns cursed,
over 700 murders in the last decade
and those are just the ones that we know of,
anytime, anyone tries to make a change to the town,
be it a new road, demolish a building, build a new one,
every council member just ends up the same way, dead.
- How's the town managed to survive this long?
- We became self-sufficient, mainly with our own farms,
you won't even get a phone signal down there
and our power stations are iffy at the best of times.
- Do you believe this curse is real?
- Course not, look it all goes back to 1870,
some stuff happened and hang on, why are you coming back?
(voices whispering)
- Can you just show me the way please?
- You know, I get the feeling,
you don't really wanna talk that much, which is fine,
you know, straight ahead, keep going.
This is as far as they ever got,
building the road.
So where was it you wanted to go?
- Actually, I think I can find my own way from here.
- You're welcome,
it's Tyler by the way.
(ominous music)
(footsteps approaching)
(door creaking)
- I'm sorry the door was open.
- You're in the house of God.
You're welcome any time.
We don't get many visitors here.
- I can understand that.
- What brings you here?
- Questions mostly.
- People used to come here looking for answers.
- And did they find any?
- Possibly, it depends how hard you listen
and on whose voice you choose to follow,
God's or the devil.
- And how do I know which is which?
- Depends on you.
- It seems like a lot to depend on.
- It's called Faith.
- Look, I don't really believe in all of this,
so I think I'm just gonna go.
- Get out of here, get back to where you come from,
I do not wanna ever here again.
- Oh my God Xander, haven't you grown,
well, I haven't seen you since you were tiny,
now do you remember me Arthur?
A friend and legal representative of the Addington family?
- Not really.
- Oh, but your father and I have to go way back,
naturally I was deeply taken aback,
when I heard the tragic news.
- Yeah, well I haven't seen him in a very long time.
- Well I'll try not to keep you for too long.
Right, well, as expected your father has left you,
the Addington house,
I know house prices are extremely low in town
but I think if we find the right property developer-
- I don't want to sell it.
- I'm sorry.
- It's my family home, I want to live in it.
- Well, it must be strange for you coming back,
to a place like this after all this time,
perhaps you should take some time-
- No, I want to live in the house,
at least until I decide what to do.
- Well, it's your decision of course.
Now as I'm sure you're aware your father was the sole owner
of the Graves Hill Asylum,
it's safe to say you wouldn't be wanting to live there too.
Good because they are several developers interested,
one of whom has made a reasonable offer, a sum of money
with the aim of taking the land
and turning into a retail complex.
- Is that possible?
- Xander, you've been away for quite a while
and times have changed,
we've already modernized a large part of the town,
we've just finished construction on an apartment building,
a ledger complex, even some new car showrooms
and a filling station,
even the power has managed to stay on for the last year.
- I didn't realize.
- Xander, if you're planning on staying
for any length of time,
please promise me, you won't get too involved,
your family was once very important in this town
and I would say that you still are,
you have the power to make real change here,
I would say that it's best to leave the past,
where it belongs, behind us, yes?
(floorboard creaking)
(wind howling)
(ominous music)
(voices chanting)
- [Alex] Why are you outside?
You know this is private property,
I could call the police you know.
- There's no need for any of that, I was just curious,
I see a random guy walking through the woods,
coming back to Graves Hill after leaving,
that's pretty much unheard of in this town.
When people leave,
they never come back.
- So what if I am?
- You're dead, that's why I'm fascinated,
you died 14 years ago,
thought I recognized you,
Alexander Addington, that's your name isn't it?
- How's this even possible?
- So either the newspapers got that story very, very wrong
or you're not really here right now.
- My memory is a bit hazy from it back then,
I don't really remember that much,
I need to know everything you know about this place.
- Why would I know anything about your house?
- Not just this house, Graves Hill,
why the Addington family is so important to this town?
Why are there so many murders
and what happened to the Asylum?
- Graves Hill lunatic asylum was built in 1870
and the town was built around it,
as a way to house the staff but by 1910,
the government funding was cut,
leaving the owners, the Addington's to close the asylum
and in doing so they released every prisoner
and every patient into the town
and now over 100 years later, pretty much,
everybody in this town is the descendant of a lunatic,
that's why there's so many murders.
- Why are they lunatics
because your life in Graves Hill was cursed?
- No, I don't.
People choose to believe that because it's easier but-
- But what?
- I'm not saying this proves anything
but in all of the incidences,
as they called them in this town,
the people committing the violent crimes,
they've always said the same thing,
voices told them to do it,
claimed they understood finally.
- Why does this town think I'm dead?
- You've been snooping around haven't you?
- I hardly call it snooping when it involves my name.
- Who have you told about this?
- No one yet, my father just committed suicide.
- This would've been so much easier,
if you had just taken the money and left.
- And do you want me to sell all the family property,
just so you can make some money?
I find that a bit suspicious.
- I don't care for what you're implying,
your father was a good friend of mine at one time,
his death was a tragic waste.
- Then why don't you tell me more about what happened?
- After your father sent you away,
he barely set foot out of that house.
For 14 years, he wasted away trapped in his own thoughts,
I barely spoke to him at all that time,
despite my best efforts,
I suppose in the end, he just didn't see the point anymore.
- It still doesn't explain,
why there's an article saying that I died,
an article that had a quote, "a friend of the family."
I'm guessing that's you.
- I wouldn't know anything about that,
that's between you and your father, now if you don't mind,
I'd rather have paperwork I'd be getting on with.
- Don't think I don't know what you're up to boy,
let me guess insurance fraud?
Haven't you and your fucking family done enough damage?
Listen to me, you keep your head down
and what I mean is you keep real fucking quiet,
I don't wanna hear or see you from now on,
do you understand?
- I best be on my way, you never know what type of person,
you might walk into in a dark alley, could be dangerous.
- You look lost.
- No, I know exactly where I am.
- On the surface maybe but where are your thoughts?
- All over the place right now.
- See, as I said, lost, I've not seen you in here before.
- Yeah, it's been a while,
I doubt anyone would even recognize me around here anymore.
- I haven't worked here that long
but the owners might, what's your name?
- I'd rather not say.
- Okay, what can I get you?
- Anything, just anything.
- You seem on edge?
- Do I?
- Yeah.
- Maybe if everyone wasn't so fucking useless
and did what I wanted them to do then I wouldn't be.
- I gave you a drink.
- Oh no, sorry, not you.
- You know, you can never expect much
of the people around here, they tend to keep to themselves,
if you want my advice,
if you can afford to get out of this place, do it.
- That's not an option for me,
if that's your advice, then why are you still here?
- I don't plan to be for much longer,
the second I've got enough money,
to get out of here, I am gone.
- And I'll be right behind you.
Who is that by the way, the man in the alley?
- That's the police officer, Chuck.
- Xander Addington, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir,
I'm Henry Walker, the mayor of the town,
we once met a long time ago but you were young then,
may I have a moment of your time now?
- Sure, I suppose.
- I must admit, I'm surprised to hear,
you've come back to town, I thought you were dead.
- Word gets around it seems.
- I understand that you've inherited the Graves Hill asylum
from your father and I'm sorry to hear that by the way.
- I already told Arthur, I don't wanna sell the lands,
I'm not gonna rush into anything.
- Arthur Woodward is that?
- I assume you want me to sell it to him?
- You have me wrong then Xander,
under no circumstances sell that land for development,
tragic things will happen, horrific things.
- How could you know that?
- I first moved here about 20 years ago
and like most I never believed in the stories.
Have you been over to the newer side of town yet?
- There's a newer side of town?
- Yes, we built and we built and tried to modernize the town
and to bring it into the 21st century,
for a while nothing happened, so we continued our efforts.
- And then what?
- A massacre occurred,
children were taken and their bodies not found,
the worst part is we never found the person responsible,
the only person to profit was Arthur
and now he's at it again, the only way we can stop him
is if you sell the land to me.
- Thanks for the warning but I don't wanna sell it to him
and I don't wanna sell it to you either, it belongs to me,
I'll do what I like with it.
- The asylum is the historic center of town,
it needs to stay, it must be protected.
- [Xander] A newer part of town,
could it be that Graves Hill
was really changed for the better?
Could it be that the development is key for the future
and that the map surely seeks to hold back,
the potential of this town
or are these just signs of the brewing storm?
(indistinct) hasn't dwindled since my absence
but Rob has left bricks in his eye,
circulating devastation and destruction,
whilst the town sits back and waits for it's ending doom,
for a police officer too lazy and scared to (indistinct)
- We're closing in a minute.
- So I can't watch your film then?
- No, sorry.
- Okay, when can I watch one?
- When we're open again.
- Which is?
- Tomorrow.
- You don't get many customers do you?
- Can't you see we're overrun.
- Funny, you should do improv you know.
- We major in horror films,
so not really in keeping with the tone.
I'm off Gary, are you gonna lock up?
- [Gary] Yap, see you tomorrow.
- Oh hey, you forgot your bag.
- You're still dead?
- Don't believe everything you read in the papers,
that's all I can say.
- You want some help?
- No, I can't stop to talk, I need to return this.
- Oh you found my bag.
- It belongs to a girl.
- Yeah, that's what I mean, it's my sister's bag.
- Oh, it's you again, stranger.
- Yeah, it's me.
- Any luck yet?
- No, not what I'd hoped and it's Xander, by the way.
- So you can tell me your name?
I thought it was some big secret,
you'd rather not tell people?
- Well, I don't see what harm it can do any more.
- So, are you here for a drink?
- Well, I was wondering if you wanted to have one?
- I can have a drink whenever I want, I work here you know.
- That's not what I meant,
I mean, obviously you have your drink
and I have a drink and we're sat at the same table.
- So you don't remember anything
from when you used to live here, nothing at all?
- Bits and pieces really but not a lot
and now my family's solicitor wants me to sell everything,
to make room for some retail complex.
- He's hiding something
and it sounds as if he's just trying to get you out the way.
- And you wanna know what the saddest part is?
He's currently the closest thing I've got to a friend.
- So is that what this is,
your attempt to making another friend?
- I suppose I'm just tired of being on my own all the time
and lost in my own thoughts.
- I know what you mean, it's an easy thing to do
but it can lead to some dark places.
(voices chanting)
- Speaking of dark, what time do you close?
- About two hours ago.
- I'm sorry to have kept you.
- Oh, it's no problem,
maybe we could do this again sometime.
- Yeah, yeah, that'd be great.
(indistinct chatter)
Look I'm sorry I know I was told to stay away
but I've got some questions I need some answers to.
- God is everywhere, you don't need to speak to him here.
- No, I mean questions, actual questions,
that I need answers to?
- My father told you to stay away
and he wouldn't have said that without good reason.
- Wait your dad is the priest?
Well, that means that you can help me.
- I don't think so.
- I remember you Michael, isn't it?
We used to play together when we were kids,
do you remember that swing outside the church,
when you're dad used to run the Sunday service?
Xander Addington, do you remember me?
- Last I heard you were dead,
I did think it was strange that there was never a funeral
and that you never had a grave site.
- Exactly, why do people think I'm dead?
Why can't I remember anything and why do I keep hearing-
- Hearing what?
- All this false information.
- I understand this must be a hard time for you
but I don't think I have what you're looking for,
have you tried asking for help from any relatives?
- I don't have any.
- And what about friends of your parents?
- They weren't very active in the community,
all I remember is he used to come to this church
and see this man.
- My father?
- No, no, this was someone else,
he didn't seem quite right,
I felt unsettled when I was near him,
I remember he used to come out during the night to our house
with what looked like medical equipment,
my dad used to argue with him out in the hall.
- Dr. Landon, he was a member of this church
for a short time.
- Can you give me his address or phone number?
- I'm sorry, I can't give out any records like that
but there's nothing stopping me
from giving you the town phone book.
- Where is it?
- Where's what- - My bag.
I left it in here yesterday and you took it.
- Well you just left it behind.
- And that gives you the right to take it, does it?
- Well no, I did go outside but you were gone,
so I just gave it to your brother.
- Shit, why did you give it to him?
- Calm down, he's your brother, right,
so he's not gonna steal your money.
- You went through my bag?
- Well, you left it wide open,
it was hard not to see what was inside,
more importantly why was there a stun grenade in there?
- You ask too many questions.
- I can understand a taser, I mean even pepper spray
but a stun grenade, that would injure both parties.
- Maybe that's what I want to happen.
- That makes perfect sense, I wonder why everyone,
just doesn't walk around with a grenade.
- Now who's the funny one, if more people did,
these things wouldn't have happened.
- That's impossible,
I was there late last night, right up until closing.
- Don't flatter yourself I can tell you didn't do it.
- Really, how?
- You're definitely a bit weird.
- Cheers.
- Usually those people don't panic
at the sight of a stun grenade.
- So much for (indistinct)
- What do you mean?
- Something the policeman said to me earlier,
the problem is I've got to find someone.
(gentle music)
(ominous music)
- [Dr. Landon] Update, week 15 and subject number 32,
with my research points to the notion,
that transplants may be the only option.
- I got your bag,
you shouldn't leave it lying around.
- I didn't.
- You should probably check it,
make sure that it's all there.
- It looks about right.
- How much more do we need?
- We need at least another grand,
that should be enough for both of us,
so another four months till we move.
- Not long now.
(ominous music)
(fire crackling)
- [Xander] Over the years, I've experimented
with all kinds of pharmaceuticals,
who knew my high tolerance to muscle relaxers,
would be the thing to save me now.
- Shit, what happened to you?
- I found that guy I was looking for.
- Do you need me to find a doctor?
- No, no he was a doctor.
- Didn't you say something,
about keeping your head down earlier?
- Yeah, I think that's gone out the window now, don't you?
- I'm gonna call the police.
- That's right, don't bother,
I was knocking on the door for an hour but nobody answered.
- Chuck's the only one working today
and at this time there's only one place he could be.
- Well, you're eye looks all right
but you should definitely get it checked.
- Oh, that sick bastard.
You know what, I knew there was something off about him,
it sickens me, sickens me to think of all the people
in this town, just like him.
- As you said, it was a mistake me coming here.
- Don't blame yourself boy, it's me,
it's a cock show about everything all the time,
blinds me from looking in the right places.
Since I've been doing this job,
38 people have died under my watch,
it's like I'm forever fighting a losing battle way,
it doesn't matter what I do,
it just falls apart every fucking time.
- I'm just gonna leave,
tomorrow, I'm just gonna leave.
- Before you go,
gonna need you to come down to the station, all right,
answer some questions
and then maybe we can try and sort this mess out.
- I'm gonna make a phone call first.
- [Arthur] Hello.
- Hi is that Arthur?
- [Arthur] Speaking.
- It's Xander, I've decided to sell the land to you.
- [Arthur] Oh, are you sure?
- Yes.
- [Arthur] I truly am sorry
for how things turned out Xander.
- Yes, I am too.
I'm gonna be leaving Graves Hill in the morning.
- [Arthur] Well, I am sorry to see you go,
I'll tell you what, I can stop around the Addington estate,
first thing in the morning
and we can sign the documents there.
- Okay.
- [Arthur] See you there.
- Okay, we'll speak soon.
- [Xander] Graves Hill can appear calm
and even tranquil at times, it is moments like this,
people walk to the most Northern parts of the town
and the narrowest point of the river,
where the water has slowed and settled,
they look out fantasizing about being somewhere else,
having enough money to move away,
maybe even being someone else.
With the water seemingly shallow
and the posing land being so close,
many have simply attempted to walk across
but make no mistake, this is an illusion,
the very ground beneath your feet will swallow you whole,
sucking you down forever, containing you in the cursed land,
that you so long to part from, never able to rest.
(ominous music)
(voices chanting)
(chain saw buzzing)
(footsteps approaching)
- Hi, I wonder if you could help me,
Arthur was meant to meet me this morning
and I'd sell him my land but he didn't show up.
- [Caller] Arthur is no longer with us,
there was an incident last night.
- What, what happened, sorry?
- What's wrong with you?
- Five people have been murdered.
- When?
- Last night in the park.
I need answers and there's only one person,
who's gonna give me them.
(voices chanting)
- [Voice] You killed all of them.
You killed all of them.
(chain saw buzzing)
- Oh, are you all right, what's happened?
- You did it.
(man screaming)
- [Voice] Let me make you understand.
- You look troubled.
- That's one way to put it.
- Do you need someone to talk to?
- Talking won't change what's happened.
- Perhaps not but it may help you deal with it,
trust me it helps.
- Michael, isn't it?
- Yes.
- Your dad's a priest?
- He is.
- So why is he the one locking himself in that church,
every day, whilst you're out here, moping around the town,
trying to convert people?
- He does the work of the Lord now
and we're not trying to convert anyone,
just merely working on behalf of God.
- You really are so naive.
- You don't believe in a higher power of any kind?
- I'm not gonna dispute with you,
the possibility of there being a God.
But what I will tell you
is if there is one,
he's not here,
not in this town.
- He's testing us,
we should be privileged to live in such a town,
he selected us to have our faith tested.
- Faith you say?
What's in the bag?
- My father's medication.
- Is that not interrupting your so called God's plan?
- Well, maybe it's an answer to my prayers,
that I made years ago,
when we found out about his heart condition.
- Religion aside,
if you're supposed to die in this town, you will,
it will come for you and your family.
- We all pass on eventually.
- But yours is happening soon.
- And how do you know this?
- They told me.
I heard it,
you and your dad.
- I've seen what you are,
I know now what you've done.
Pray with me so that your eternal soul can be spared.
Lord, please forgive Tyler for his sins,
protect him in the afterlife against the foul entities,
that led them on this path.
In Christ, he pleads for forgiveness as do we all.
(father groaning in pain)
- Didn't I tell you to leave this place?
- Oh, I'm not going anywhere,
until you tell me what happened 14 years ago.
- Help me.
- You tell me then you can have this.
- Hand me my medication
and I'll tell you anything you want to know.
Anything you want just give me the medication for the pain.
Your parents brought you here
because they were concerned.
- Concerned about what?
- You know, the voices.
- How'd you know about that?
- It's when they heard you talking,
to those things,
they were concerned, Dr. Landon became fascinated,
obsessed and he asked your parents
if they could open up the asylum and he would be the warden,
he wanted a place,
to carry out those experiments
but they refused,
he adopted a boy who, who heard,
he heard those voices too.
- And what happened to him?
- As a result of his experiments,
he lost his eyes, his hearing,
he's lived in the forest ever since.
- What happened to you?
- I got stabbed.
- Call an ambulance, he's gonna need one too.
- Wait, wait, there's more,
shortly after, after Landon continued
and after your mother passed,
your father brought you back to me,
you'd been saying that the voices,
oh, had told you to kill him,
I know you're confused, it's understandable,
you had no intention to carry out those demands
but your father wanted to move you away from here
wanted to move your way from Graves Hill,
he misinformed the papers,
so that Dr. Landon would think you were dead.
- Tyler, Tyler, did you find that ambulance?
- Yeah, I found them.
- I thought you couldn't get a signal in this area?
(chain saw buzzing)
- In the name of Christ,
desest, in the name of Christ.
(chain saw buzzing)
- You woke up sooner than expected.
Landon was obsessed,
like you,
like us,
he could hear the voices,
he tried to find a cure,
he thought science could save him,
so he started experimenting,
mostly on children,
he made a list of every one in town,
who claimed to hear the voices,
you were on that list,
he experimented for several years,
every year, it got worse,
your dad found out and sent you away, it's all here.
The voices told him to murder every single person
at the opening day of the new complex
and he did, he even got an award from the town there
for his efforts in trying to help the situation,
which allowed him to continue his experiments,
he kept telling the police it was suicide,
brought on by their illness, murdered,
eyes torn out,
ears gone,
tongue gone,
when you left,
your parents stopped funding the developments,
everything was put on hold
and the voices stopped.
- Until Arthur started construction again?
- And the voices came back.
Your dad couldn't cope,
he killed himself and Landon killed the bar maid.
- And you killed Arthur?
- The longer you stay in Graves Hill, the louder it gets,
they don't want me,
they didn't want Landon,
they want you and when they get here,
then you'll understand what we have to do now.
Who's that?
Hannah.
(ominous music)
- [Voice] Xander,
I see you,
I see your fears,
I feel your pain.
(ominous music)
(voice chanting indistinctly)
(Tyler groaning in pain) (ominous music)
- Are you sure about this?
- I've never been more sure of anything in my life.
- Okay, then here we are.
These documents state,
that you are here by granted permission,
to reopen the Graves Hill asylum on the grounds,
that the building undergo necessary restoration works,
without compromising the historic value
of the building itself,
the asylum will be solely responsible
for holding the criminally insane,
priority of which will be given to those convicted,
within Graves Hill itself.
On September 1st, the asylum will receive its first patient
on whom treatment can begin.
- [Xander] Many people have claimed to have heard the horror
and cold voices from the beyond,
I too have dealt with this first hand,
before my hearing was temporarily impaired,
I had a momentary glimpse into my greatest fear,
a transfiguration of what used to appear to me,
as faint human like figures,
it's the most unsettling I've ever encountered,
in that moment, I too felt the unbearable composure.
(latch bolt disengaging)
Despite this experience my questions still remain unanswered
is it all in my head?
A genetic condition passed down from my forebears
or is this the work of the paranormal?
In time, my work here at the asylum,
should allow me to find the answers I seek,
before it's too late.
(ominous music)