Pentatonix: Murder House

Eighty-Four

Kirstin takes a sip off her whiskey from the glass Connie handed her and sighs as she looks at the floor.

She then turns to Mitch and sets her glass down in front of her.

"It's difficult to banish a spirit but not impossible. The most successful attempt that I know of happened when America was known as the New World." Kirstin says.

Mitch laughs.

"Are you kidding? That's like, five hundred years ago." Mitch says.

"Spirits do not follow our physical laws. Nor are they affected by time. About the only thing they have in common with the living is their suffering." Kirstin explains.

Mitch and Connie both look up at Kirstin as they hang on every word she says.

"Regret, Pain loneliness. In 1590, on the coast of what we now know as North Carolina, the entire colony of Roanoke, all one hundred seventeen men, women and children, died inexplicably. It became known as the Ghost Colony because the spirits remained. They haunted the native tribes living in the surrounding area. Killing indiscriminately." Kirstin begins.

She then slides her empty glass over to Connie for some more whiskey as she continues to explain the story to Mitch.

"The elder knew he has to act. He cast a banishment curse. First, he collected the personal belongings of all the dead colonists. Then they burned them. The ghosts appeared, summoned by their talismans, but before the spirits could cause them any more harm, the elder completed the curse that would banish the ghosts forever." She explains further.

"How?" Mitch whispers.

"By uttering a single word. The same word found carved on a post at the abandoned colony."

Croatoan.

Connie slides the glass back to Kirstin and looks Mitch in his eyes.

"So now you know what you have to do." Connie says.

**

Scott paces around Mitch's room as he fears Mitch is about to find out everything. He knew especially something was wrong when Kirstin told him he couldn't help.

"Mitch is about to lose his shit I'm sure."

He starts biting his figures as Mitch walks in.

"What did she say?" Scott questions immediately.

"We have to get something off his. Something important. An heirloom or a ring! Like a talisman." Mitch says.

He pauses then looks up to Scott as he walks closer to him.

"If we have the talisman and we do this special ritual, he'll be gone." Mitch says.

Scott walks away from Mitch kinda laughing at what he had to say.

"That sounds like bullshit." Scott says.

"Kirstin Taylor's for real. She studies this stuff." Mitch says

Scott nods biting his nails.

"The bigger guy wears, like, a wedding ring, but I can't remember which hand it's on." Mitch continues.

"I don't trust her! And why'd she say all that stuff about me? I did something bad, didn't I?" Scott yells.

Mitch stands there looking Scott straight in his eyes no breaking contact at all.

Mitch tilts his head to the left.

"Let's just get the ring."

Mitch and Scott walk down the hallways upstairs from Mitch's room to the babies room looking for Alex and Shawn.

Scott walks in and finds Alex down on his knees painting the trim of the room quietly.

"How does it work??" Scott asks.

Alex turns around slowly to look at Scott.

"So will the kid call you both daddy or is one of you the mom?" Scott laughs.

Alex stands up slowly getting more pissed by the second as Scott just stands there in the doorway.

"I'm just messing with you." Scott says as he puts his hands up slightly.

They both just stare at each other for a few seconds before Scott walks a couple inches closer.

"Seriously, though, are you ready for all of this? I mean, you never struck me as the diapers and midnight feedings type." Scott explains.

"Maybe you should have taken a few minutes to get to know me before you stuck a fireplace poker up my ass." Alex spats as he kneels back down to continue painting.

Scott sighs. "Fair enough."

"Look. We're all going to be here for a long time, so maybe we can figure out a way to let bygones be bygones and, you know, cohabitate." Scott says.

"I'm dead because of you!" Alex yells.

"Well, there's got to be something I could offer you. I mean, just because we're dead doesn't mean we don't have wants."

Alex stops painting and looks back at Scott who is now leaning against the red crib.

"Desires. Marriage looks hard. Especially to that guy. Always on you all the time. And never in the ways you want, right? It must suck to have to wait til Halloween every year to get a little strange." Scott says.

Alex stands up in front of Scott now as they are nose to nose looking at each other.

Just when Scott thinks Alex is going to give him a kiss, he headbutts Scott in the face sending his back a few feet to the doorway.

"I can't kill you but I can make you suffer." Alex yells.

Alex grabs Scott up by his shirt and starts to beat the shit out of him. Blood flying everywhere from Scott's face in the process.

"Best part is, when I'm done, you'll heal up, and I can beat the shit out of you all over again." Alex says.

He throws Scott on the floor then looking at his bloody face.

"Harder. I like it rough." Scott laughs.

"Not supposed to be like this! I'm not supposed to be here!" Alex yells as he kicks Scott in the stomach.

He then picks Scott up by his head and brings him eye to eye with him.

"Look at me! Look at me! I was gonna get out!"

Alex kicks Scott in the stomach again and throws him into rhe curtains making everything a bloody mess except for the cribs.

"I fell in love! God help me. I was gonna get out and be with him, and then you killed me, and now I'm stuck here with him!" Alex yells.

Scott manages to stand back up on his feet but Alex punches him causing him to be knocked back to the floor.

Alex turns and looks behind him and he sees Shawn standing there in the doorway with tears running down his face.

"Shawn.." he says softly.

Shawn runs away as Alex goes after him.

Scott looks down at his hands and smiles at Alex's wedding ring.

"Got ya."