Lady in the Urn

I've been here long after they moved on,

long after they thought I was gone.

See, I was killed here,

but I never left.

I'm still here, watching,

waiting in the shadows.

I'm the true owner of this place.

The one who died here holds the title,

Not the living who come and go.

They think they're just passing through,

borrowing what's mine.

But I own every brick,

every corner,

every whisper of this house.

And now I'm tired of waiting.

I've been patient,

silently lurking in the dark.

But enough is enough.

That funeral felt longer than it should have.

Yeah. That's what two hours of silence will do.

Want tea?

Or something stronger?

Tea.

I'm too wiped for whiskey. - Okay.

Still doesn't feel real.

Like, mom's gone

and I'm folding laundry.

Hey, hey.

You don't have to unpack tonight, it can wait.

I just keep like expecting her to call.

Like to tell me, "Sharon, have you never packed dinner?"

And.

Hey. It's gonna be okay.

Who's that?

I don't know.

Thomas, everything okay?

Miss Sharon and Niv, sorry to bother you so late.

I owe you an apology for trespassing while you were gone.

Trespassing?

I didn't mean to.

I heard noises coming from your place,

lights flicking on and off.

So I thought maybe someone broke in.

I checked around.

Checked around, how?

Just outside the windows.

I knocked, but no one answered.

I looked through the living room window

and saw someone sitting there.

Sitting, sorry, sitting where?

That chair.

Thomas, no one was home.

We don't have a sitter and no one has keys.

I know what I saw.

Someone was right there.

He just.

Still, I knocked again, got no answer, so I left.

Didn't wanna overstep what I already had.

Okay.

Yeah. Thanks for telling us.

You wanna come in?

Grab a drink?

Oh, no, I shouldn't.

Come on Thomas, you look a little spooked.

Yeah, okay, yeah.

That's right. - Yeah.

So what?

This person was just in our apartment,

like sitting on the chair?

I know it sounds crazy,

but I didn't stick around to figure it out.

I'm sorry, I should have called.

You should have called the cops.

I didn't see any break in.

No locks were busted, nothing.

Just the lights, the noises

and that figure.

Okay.

Say you did see something.

What was it like a trick of the light?

Shadows, maybe? - Maybe. But it felt like.

- Strange? - No, no.

Like deja vu.

Are there a lot of break-ins here?

This apartment has a history.

History of what?

Strange happenings.

Okay. Well thanks for letting us know.

We'll keep an eye out.

Yeah, I'm only a stone's throw.

Yeah.

Sorry again.

Yeah. - Have a good night.

- Okay. - Yeah.

You too. Thank you. - Thank you.

He's a little paranoid, but he means well.

Strange happenings?

Paranoid or not, he saw something.

Yeah.

Let's look around.

Yeah, we can.

Locks are fine.

Nothing's missing.

What about my jewelry?

Yeah. No jewelry's here too.

My underwear?

Underwear? Are you serious?

Yeah. Sometimes night suckers like to take them

like souvenirs.

Okay. Now who's the paranoid one?

You think Mom's messing with us?

Sylvia was a prankster,

but hauntings, that's a bit much, even for her,

don't you think?

Come on, let's go to bed.

You believe him about the figure?

I believe he thinks he saw something.

Doesn't mean it was real.

You heard that?

Yeah.

Maybe it was the pipes.

Yeah. You know, the place is settling.

Old buildings and all.

I forgot we haven't welcomed her yet.

She's not going anywhere.

Welcome to your new home, mom.

It's only temporary,

but you're a welcomed guest.

Good night, mom.

Hey, let's go to sleep. Come on.

You must be Sharon.

- You must be- - I live here.

I'll live here, long after you leave.

You have something for me.

Something you don't know what to do with.

That creak last night, it sounded close

like it was right here in this room.

Old floor, Sharon.

They make noise, you know this.

It wasn't the floor, it's like it felt deliberate.

What if it's her?

Mom in the urn?

You think Sylvia's haunting us?

Come on.

She'd be rearranging her spice rack, not creaking around.

She'd hate the spice rack, but like, I don't know.

It's weird, right?

Like Thomas seeing someone, the noises.

Yeah.

Hey, by the way,