Episode Eight: Broken Minds

(ticking clock sound)

I knew the locks were heavy.

I checked them twice.

There's a damp draft coming from under the cellar door. (shhhh)

There's a shadow on the floorboards that doesn't match the chair I

count the steps upstairs but there's an extra landing there I hear

a quiet scratching right behind the plaster wall It mimics my own

breathing, it doesn't stop at all Did I leave the oven on

or did the pilot light expire?

Or is someone in the crawlspace feeding copper to a fire? (huh?)

Lock the deadbolt, check the screen!

(yeah!) Tell me what the monitors have seen!

Is it outside? Is it in my head?

Why is there a second pillow on my bed?

Okay, let's look at this logically,

it's probably just a mouse Or a structural settling in a century-old

house (hahaha) But the phone line is dead and my reflection didn't

blink And there's a thick black liquid rising upward from the sink!

Who's that tapping on the glass?

No, it's tapping from inside!

I've got a cabinet of keys but nowhere left to hide!

Lock the deadbolt, check the screen!

(yeah!) Tell me what the monitors have seen!

Is it outside? Is it in my head?

Why is there a second pillow on my bed?

Wait.

I found the blueprints.

I looked at the plot.

There is no cellar.

There's no basement on this lot.

(no, no, no) I'm digging through the drywall,

my fingernails are gone I've been tearing down the plaster since the

breaking of the dawn There's a mirror in the hallway,

but the frame is made of bone And the voice that's on

the baby monitor... Is my own.

It was me the whole time.

I was the one under the floor. (shhhh)