Evil Things

What the hell is that?

John? Help me! He was...

I was wondering if I was still dreaming.

What I was seeing wasn't alive.

What did you do?

It was like I was reliving a nightmare I just had.

Some things you never get out of your head.

John!

Hail Satan.

Do we know you?

Even now, I still can't believe the things

that happened in that house,

the things that I saw,

the things that I'll have to live with

for the rest of my life.

Hey, everyone. Molly here.

No makeup tutorials today.

A lot of you have been asking me to do more videos

about dating and single life and stuff like that.

My online channel was sort of a way for me to feel like

I was something more than just a career bartender.

That's what this video is going to be about.

So...

It was a cool community.

I mean, for some reason, tens of thousands of people

wanted to watch me do my makeup or make a Cobb salad,

even though the truth is I wasn't really good at either.

The bar was a dive.

It was mostly filled with the divorced and over-60 crowd.

So it was always refreshing when someone my age came in.

How you doing?

Good, and yourself?

Good.

I like this place.

Oh, do you?

Yeah. Why?

I mean, it's got character.

We don't have bars like this in L.A.

You mean the bars in L.A.

Don't smell like failure and onions?

Mm, most of our bars smell like desperation and rejection.

How about taking a shot with me?

I can't drink on the job.

Hmm.

But I do it all the time.

What do you want?

Dealer's choice.

Hm.

Excuse me.

How about whiskey?

Sure.

Here's to bars with character.

Cheers.

Ooh.

I was almost 30, and my life hadn't turned out the way

I had imagined when I took out $100,000 in college loans.

- Hey, Dave. - Hey, Molly.

I need you to come into the bar.

Dave, I'm off today.

I just closed down the bar last night.

Yeah. You nearly did close down the entire bar last night

because you apparently decided to not charge anyone

for a single drink after 11:00.

Wait. Listen.

I love you like a sister, but this isn't the first time.

I'm sorry. Just come in.

If you're going to fire me, you can do it over the phone.

Well, my friends, a recent turn of events

has resulted in me having a lot more time for all of you

and a lot less time that I will be serving stale beer.

I got fired.

Good news is I met a really cool,

handsome, funny guy named Chris.

Bad news is he is on a flight back to L.A. where he lives,

so technically, there is no good news.

And that's how I ended up in that house.

I was flat broke with massive debt,

so I just started applying to every single job

I could find online,

even the jobs I wasn't qualified for,

like, you know, live-in caretaker.

There's seven bedrooms.

Most of them are full of junk,

so there's no need for you to go into them.

Your bedroom is upstairs.

The formal dining room is over here,

but I usually take my meals upstairs in my bedroom

when I'm watching TV.

Okay.

She seemed totally healthy...

So I didn't know why she needed a caretaker.

Okay.

So, this is my new room in my new home.

Pretty gothic, right?

This house is, like, 200 years old,

so there are so many weird noises.

This is going to be strange, but I'm excited.

Molly? Okay.

That's my new boss. I got to go.

It was a huge change, I mean, living in the suburbs

in an old mansion

versus being right in the city and bartending?

But it seemed like a good way to get out

of my horrible financial situation...

Free rent and a solid salary.

Here you go. Oh, thank you.

Okay, so, for your weekly menu,

do you write a new one each week?

Nope.

So you eat the same thing every Monday, every Tuesday?

Yep.

I am a creature of habit.

Hey. You know what you like.

All right. Well, I'll be in my room if you need anything.

Oh, don't go.

Sit.

Watch some TV with me.

I remember thinking "Just great."

It was pretty clear Betty hired me

just because she needed the company.

I guess I kind of understood why.

The house was huge and dark,

and it had this weird, lonely feeling to it.

For some reason, there were no lights in this one room,

but I had noticed a flashlight in the kitchen earlier.

I had seen doll collections before,

but never like this one.

I figured it was one of the dolls that made

the giggling sounds I heard.

I thought I'd introduce you guys to my new roommates.

This one is Betty.

She's pretty hot, as you can see.

We are going to be spending a lot of time together,

which I am very excited about.

But seriously, is this not the creepiest thing

you've ever seen?

I mean, there's an entire room of these gnarly dolls,

and it's right across from my bedroom, so that's good.

Anyway, this is my first night in this house, and...

That candle was not lit before...

So who the hell did it?

Right across from my bedroom, so that's good.

Anyway, this is my first night in this house, and...

I thought I'd introduce you guys to my new roommates.

This is my first night in this house.

...my bedroom, so that's good.

Anyway, this is my first night in this house, and...

It was kind of hard to tell, but I had convinced myself

that Betty must have come in my room

because who else would it have been?

Hmm. Gill Smith died.

Someone you know or knew?

I was very good friends with his sister.

She's dead, too, long time ago.

Sorry to hear that.

How did you sleep?

Great, actually.

You like your room?

I do. It's very comfortable.

Good.

Then you won't have to snoop around in the other rooms.

No.

I guess I won't.

I was going to bring up the candle thing,

but after getting a slap on the wrist...

We're out of hot dogs.

Great.

...I decided to keep my mouth shut.

Ugh.

The doll definitely wasn't there when I got in the shower.

I thought it was a pretty messed-up way for Betty

to let me know she knew I had taken it.

But the way it was leaning against the inside of the door,

I couldn't figure out how Betty had left the doll

and closed the door behind her.

Still, I knew I should put the doll back.

So in honor of the big party weekend that I will be missing,

I'm doing sort of a going-out look with a sexy, smoky eye.

Now you're probably wondering, "Why is Molly missing

the biggest party weekend of the year?"

I was wondering the same thing myself

until I got my first paycheck,

and then I remembered...

Betty!

Are you okay?

I was until you woke me up.

Good times.

It's pretty boring here.

I mean, the pay is good, but...

I knew there was nothing in my room,

so how could there be fresh claw marks

on the inside of the door?

It's like they just appeared.

Have you ever had any animals or bats

or anything come into the house at night?

Oh, I suppose we've had one or two bats here

over the last 60 years.

I think one of them might've come into my room last night.

I can promise you. I didn't get bit.

Bats spread rabies.