Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Journal entry 17: I think I just wet my pants.
Shelves of volumes on local history.
Let there be light.
Mr. Viola, I don't give a damn.
Thank you, I used to think so too.
Lovely.
Close the doors behind you.
...the Chumash warriors hacked off the heads of the Franciscan monks...
How do you do? I'm Margaret Renborn.
I'll help you upstairs.
...he grabbed her, and then....
We're not taking-- What did you say?
And, Margaret...
-This house is all I'm after. ~The house?
-It was? -She sang it to sister.
You mean tonight?
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Are you doing what I think?
About which I'm about to call the police...
You don't even have a nameplate.
The song that was playing the night she died.
...we started to experience strange occurrences...
-Well, you gotta start somewhere. -We're getting off the subject.
...and hidden corridors throughout the house.
Two and a half.
Would you mind telling me what this is about?
...I'm sure you reminded her you've only been here...
-...there's anything wrong with Ludwig. -I don't understand.
He's asleep and he's had a hard night.
-The ghost? -Ghost.
Do you see me doing harm to myself?
...finally burying their bones where this house now stands."
I didn't.
Fine, Jake. Scoff.
Miss DiPesto. Mister....
As soon as I push the plunger.
Listen, Agnes, I owe you one.
Maybe we should go back downstairs now.
I knew she had been upset about Emily...
Can you hold, please?
I just don't wanna see you get in over your head.
-But would I listen? No. -Agnes, listen--
Return address, Happy Valley Psychiatric Hospital.
I'm sure it has nothing to do with the thunderstorm.
I am a trained professional.
And in her mind, whatever she experienced...
But reality is subjective.
I'll get the doctor.
Herbert?
Well, no. Almost everybody died.
Sir, are you all right?
I know it's a lot, but there's no rush.
Where are you going?