Scream of the Banshee

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Santa Mira Archive Project

Number A2721.

Marble vase.

Ming Dynasty.

Replica.

Condition, fair.

Normal wear and tear. Restoration, complete.

Fall semester starts in two weeks.

Think you'll be done in time, Professor Whelan?

We're close.

We're very close.

Let me give you a hand.

Oh, no. I'm fine.

I thought it'd be a lot faster to box and store away

all that old stuff.

You know history.

It always needs a lot of polishing.

Good night. You have a good night.

Santa Mira Archive Project

Number B47305.

Indian Head coin circa 1915.

Condition, good.

I just found Mesozoic era fossils

of an Apatosaurus

next to a series of thesis papers on Methuselah

and we are one step closer to completion.

Hey, guys.

And two major steps back.

Do they realize how far behind we actually are?

I haven't told them yet.

Well, then let's show the Dean this.

Fossilized rat circa 1954. Very fine year for rats.

Or

rusty gauntlet.

Gauntlet trumps rat.

Scottish?

Actually Irish. You can tell from the design.

I'm thinking 12th century.

Yeah. Can I? Just... Please. Thank you.

This came with it, too.

Oh!

Great. Section three.

Section three?

Do we even have a section three?

Oh!

Yeah. Remember it had that musty old grandma smell.

Maybe we missed something.

Maybe we didn't.

Look, I told my parents

I'd come home and visit next week.

Am I the only one that hasn't made plans

once we're finished?

We finish when we finish.

You're gonna wear that thing all day, aren't you?

Just come on over here.

Jeez. How do you get used to being down here in the dark all day?

How come you're late?

Sorry.

Hi, Ms. Whelan.

Hello, Kurtis.

You should probably go.

See you tonight. I'll pick you up later, okay?

Okay.

So, what's the damage?

You should go with Otto.

What's section three?

It's a lovely place. Nice decor.

Wonderful aroma.

Right this way.

Always lift with

the knees. (GRUNTS)

Lift about 10 of these a day

and you will be well on your way

to the physique you see before you.

Okay.

Find this.

Let's see.

A red square?

Could be anything.

Could be a fully solved Rubik's Cube with the red side facing up.

Could be a single tile from a checkerboard.

Could be a metaphor for communism or it could symbolize guilt.

I'll keep an open mind.

Otto!

The square is another room.

Look out!

Shayla!

I'm okay.

Wet and a little icky,

but I'm good.

What the hell happened?

She found a false wall.

It's not like I used a sledgehammer.

It was already falling apart.

How am I gonna explain this to the school?

There's something back there.

I thought that's...

You're welcome.

Shayla.

That went well.

I need more light.

Hi.

What? It's for protection.

Well, I think we've found what we're looking for.

You know what this means?

Yup.

We're dining in tonight.

Burgers or Chinese?

There's a similarity in craftsmanship.

It's the emblem for the Irish Templar Knights.

Interesting.

What do you think is in it?

Another box?

There's some condensation.

It's vibrating.

I've never heard anything like it.

Sounds like it's...

Sounds like it's breathing.

That's not funny.

Listen to it.

What the hell is that?

I'm not sure.

Could be bugs.

Let's put a moratorium on the bug talk.

Done with bugs, rodents, cardboard boxes

and any Chinese mystery meat that attempts to impersonate

sweet and sour.

Rolling.

Santa Mira Archive Project

Number A2722.

Condition,

fair. Needs further restoration.

We're attempting to open a metallic Irish box.

Twelfth century.

Possibly a relic of the Templar Knights.

There's a strange vibration coming from it.

We were led to it by a package containing a gauntlet,

also from the same time period.

Number A2723.

Ready? Roger.

We are looking at an unexplainable phenomenon.

It appears to be

a partially preserved, severed head.

Maybe of a deformed person

or a wild animal.

Perhaps the metal box contained some sort of preservative

presently unknown to us.

Damn it! Perfect timing.

Hello, Dean Harris. Funny that you should call.

Yeah. No, no, no. I can handle that.

Okay.

This is freaky.

What do you think?

I don't know.

There doesn't seem to be any decomposition.

What the hell happened?

Where's the head?

It just exploded.

Did you get it?

Ah, damn.

There doesn't seem to be any decomposition.

I swear it opened its mouth.

There's no return address.

There's no way the school sent this to us.

Well, there's gotta be a plausible explanation.

Yeah, well, I think we ruled out the plausible

the minute we opened the box.

Maybe we should tell someone at the school.

Tell them what happened.

Tell them what, exactly?

Yeah, they are gonna look at the mess in this classroom

and listen to our crazy story and say,

"We hired a bunch of crack whores.

"Round up those crack whores. Take them to prison."

Because I'd believe that a meth lab exploded in here

before I'd believe a story about an 800-year-old screaming head

we found in a box.

We gotta keep this under wraps until we figure it out.

Shayla?

Who was it?

Nobody.

I've felt, for some time, disconnected

from those I once loved.

My isolation, my silence, my beliefs,

were routinely written off as madness.

But my madness is not my affliction.

Awareness is the curse that I've been saddled with.

We didn't find a key for the casket.

The apocalypse is coming.

The Mayans were right.

The harbinger of death is coming and will show no mercy.

Are you listening?

Are you listening?