Annabellum - The Curse of Salem

Hello?

What are you doing, Elizabeth?

I am not Elizabeth.

Lord, protect me from this evil.

Our father, which art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name!

Thank you, Mother.

Thank you, Father. Oh, you are very welcome,

Sylvia.

- Thompson, Sylvia's present, please.

Now this is a very special present, my darling,

very old, and all the way from America.

It has been on a very long journey just for you.

Happy birthday, Sylvia. Happy birthday, Sylvia.

- Mommy, Daddy, it's lovely.

- He needs to be punished.

He needs to die. Sylvia!

- Lift them and cut your throat, my dearie.

- What in God's name just happened?

I'm so sorry, Chris,

but practical jokes have never been my forte.

Caught me unawares there.

I'm in early this morning, you see, lots of work to do.

Oh.

What are you working on at the moment, Mr. Whittaker?

I'm working on a new display about the Warwick fusiliers,

which is a very interesting...

Hi, you all right, David?

Morning, Chris.

Better do my last rounds, Mr. Whittaker.

I like to get out before the school kids arrive

at the museum.

I like to get to my office before the very same.

Label the keys, David, label the bloody keys.

- This doll was found

in the personal possessions of Corporal J. Bradshaw,

soldier of the Warwick fusiliers, 1692.

I regret--

Hello?

Oh, hello.

No, no, you know I don't like those mobile things,

they're just a fad.

How's Dad?

No, I am listening.

No, no, no, of course not, I haven't forgotten.

They're staying the weekend, yeah.

What time are they around tomorrow?

I mean tonight.

This afternoon, no, it's not a problem.

It had only slipped my mind briefly.

Yes, yes, I am listening.

No, that's fine.

Just drop them by the museum, say 4:30?

I'll see you then.

Bye.

Right, I'm going for a cup of tea,

and you are going straight to Steph's office.

Mm.

That'll be great.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Mm.

Yeah.

All right, thanks.

Bye, bye.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, David.

This doll, where did you get it from?

- It was actually in the fusiliers archive room,

hidden inside some archive boxes.

It's a great find, David, great find.

I'm glad you like it.

I do, David.

I do like her.

Oh and by the way, I'm in tomorrow

doing some more work on the fusiliers display,

and I'll be bringing in my niece and nephew with me.

Strange.

Evening, Chris, good day?

Just beginning really, you?

Nearly done here.

Back in tomorrow, though.

But we're closed tomorrow.

For you, maybe.

I'm in in the afternoon.

You got a couple of visitors waiting for you.

Oh yes, of course.

Where's the mum?

Oh, she left them with me outside as we were walking in.

Seems in a bit of a rush.

Thanks.

Hey, ugly butts.

Hm?

What are you doing here?

You both look like you're in detention.

Come on.

Do you wanna see some cool stuff?

Come on.

Lady.

Right, kids.

Now you two are very, very lucky.

Apart from your good Uncle David here,

and security guard Christopher,

you are the only two left in the museum.

Now I've got about 15 minutes of work left to do, hm?

So how about you run around the museum and investigate it,

and see what you can see, eh?

Back in one five minutes, okay?

Oh, this is too heavy.

This is very heavy.

Try this one on, that's heavier.

Oh, this one's nice.

This is crazy.

Look at this.

Oh, that's cool.

What about that?

My god.

This is a cool hat.

John.

Beth.

Uncle David.

Uncle David.

Uncle David.

Someone wants to say hello.

Have you seen the kids anywhere?

There's one of them.

Where's your sister?

I didn't know you were still here, Steph.

Looking after your wonderful find.

Come on then, Beth.

Would you like a lift, or are you sorted?

No, I'm fine.

Making sure Anne is settled in,

and then I need to run a few errands in town.

I'll walk.

Okay then, Steph, have a lovely weekend.

Goodbye, Chris.

Bye, Mr. Whittaker, bye, kids.

You okay to lock the door behind you

when you leave, Stephanie?

I've got to go and start my rounds.

Okay, thanks, I'll see you Monday.

Bye, Chris.

Hey, hey, kids, kids!

Got a storm coming, just get inside.

Chris.

Chris!

Chris!

Chris!

Chris!

Chris!

Dead.

Chris!

Corporal J. Bradshaw, what have we got here?

The fuck?

Chris.

Boo!

Got you again.

Chris.

The hell?

Chris.

Chris.

Die.

Fuck.

Jesus Christ.

John, Beth, let's go.

Okay.

- This doll was found

in the personal possessions of Corporal J. Bradshaw,

soldier of the Warwick fusiliers, 1692.

I regret with all my heart giving the doll

to my daughter Sylvia.

For it was my daughter's birthday.

I had, in my innocence, decided to give the doll

as a birthday gift to my darling Sylvia.

Not long after the doll was given to my daughter,

we noticed a strangeness in her.