The Sacred

In the name of the Father, and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost,

I command you out.

In the name of Jesus,

I order you, unclean spirit,

out of this young child.

You are no longer welcome here.

I... in the name of God,

the almighty creator... I cast you out!

You have four messages.

It's Sarah, wondering when I can see that first draft.

I left you several messages.

Look, I told everyone here that you are the next Stephen King.

I'm counting on you not to let me down, okay?

in good faith, all right? So, so call me.

Hey, babe. It's me. I hope the writing's going well.

I'll see you tonight for dinner around 7:00, okay?

No good. All right, I love you.

Jessie, this isn't

a joke anymore. Call me.

Sweetheart?

So, how'd the writing go?

I brushed my teeth five times today.

So, you're still blocked.

I don't know. It's more than that.

My editor, she left another message.

She thinks I'm a fraud.

What the hell does she know?

Baby, could you pour us a glass of wine?

Did you really like my last book?

Jessie, you know that I did.

I told you that the night we met.

What if you were just trying to get laid?

Yeah, I was. But I really did like it, honestly.

It was genuinely scary.

What are you doing?

What if I told you I could get rid of your blockage for good?

"Blockage"?

What? Just hear me out.

You and me, alone, one week,

your Aunt Jean's cabin.

A vacation?

Damn right, a vacation. We both could use one.

Brian, I can't leave. I've spent all the advance money.

It's just not a good time.

What is one more week going to hurt?

Look, we'll go. We'll have a romantic getaway.

You'll clear your head, come back, bang it out.

Oh, baby, this is really sweet of you to think about this.

But, I don't know, I mean, my aunt died in that cabin.

Two years ago.

Jessie, she left you that cabin.

It's yours.

I don't know. I barely knew her.

And to be honest, I... I don't like it there.

Well,

get over it.

Brian, just let me finish this. And then we can go on vacation.

We'll go on a real vacation.

I don't expect you to understand.

I'm just in this funk.

And until I finish this book,

my head won't be clear.

Okay.

Thank you.

I'm going to burn those flowers.

Please don't.

Yeah.

No. I love them.

You don't want... They didn't work.

No, I do want them.

Hello.

Hi, George.

Who's this?

This is Jessie, Aunt Jean's niece. She left the cabin to me.

Are you still there?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm here.

Well, how are you, young lady?

I'm good.

You were the caretaker at the cabin, right?

Uhh, sure, yeah, still am.

Good. I was wondering, is it still available?

Well, old Aunt Jean left it to you, didn't she?

Of course it's available.

Great, good to hear.

Are you thinking of coming up here soon?

Yeah, yeah, I am.

We could have gone up there a million times

And the moment I bring it up, you finally decide to go,

alone.

I just feel like it's going to inspire me.

Well, who's going to inspire me?

Huh?

I could use

some inspiration too, you know?

You want to hear something strange?

No.

So, I spent a lot of time there as a kid.

Mm-hmm.

And yet, I don't remember anything.

Something about the thoughts of that cabin really creeps me out.

I'm kind of nervous to go back.

You just have a big imagination.

And I hope going up there will reignite it,

you know, alone in a creepy cabin in the woods.

You know what, that's good.

Yeah, that's it. Maybe it was the cabin.

You weren't just inspired by the cabin. You were...

You were influenced by the cabin.

And that's why you became a horror writer.

Shut up.

This is good, like, interview material, you know?

Like, when they ask you why you became a horror writer,

now you've got this whole back-story

of what happened to you, yeah. The media loves that shit.

That would make me a fraud.

And now you're going back out there

to see if anything strange happens

so you can write the sequel.

It's not a sequel.

Just seems to me,

the two of us spending a week up there together,

humping our brains out would be just as therapeutic.

I love you.

I know.

Want the rest?

I'm not hungry.

Writer's block kills your appetite

for both sex and food, huh?

Look, when George gets here, please be nice.

He's a little odd. But he's a good guy.

Wait. Who is he again?

He works at the cemetery.

But he's also the caretaker

And, as far as I know, he was friends with my aunt.

But why did she leave you the cabin?

You didn't really know her. You ever find out?

No. No. She didn't have anyone else, I guess.

And how'd she die again?

It was an accident, I think. I don't really know the details.

She fell down off a ladder.

You see the danger of being out there all alone?

You could slip in the shower, hit your head.

And no one would ever know.

I'll be careful.

And I'll leave a phone by the shower.

What? What is it?

What the hell are they looking at?

Do I have something on my face?

It's a small town. They all know my aunt died.

And maybe they recognize me.

You were nine.

Well, they're just wondering small towns.

Look, I just don't understand why I'm dropping you off here

instead of up at the cabin.

Because George said it's difficult to find

and it's easier to meet us here.

That must be George.

Hi, George.

Well, look at you,

all grown up now, ain't you?

I wish I remembered you.

Don't worry about it. It all come back to you.

I'd like for you to meet my boyfriend, Brian.

Hello?

Yes.

Uhh, sorry. Hi.

Nice to meet you, George.

Jessie's been telling me about you.

Not much to tell.

I'm as simple as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Well, that's pretty simple.

You ain't going up there with her, are you?

No, no, not this time.

She's working and insisting on being alone,

stubborn that way.

Well, just as well.

Shall we?

Sweetheart, can I, umm... Can I talk to you for just a second?

George, will you give us a minute?

We're just going to say goodbye.

I'll wait for you in the truck.

Okay.

Thanks.

What's wrong?

This isn't a good idea.

he's lived up here his whole life. Everyone knows him.

Well, don't act like you've been spending

all your summers up here.

like we're straight-up trespassing.

Everything's going to be fine.

It's sweet that you're worried about me. I'm a big girl.

I'm doing this for us, you know? This could be huge.

I feel like I'm in The Shining.

Come on. Kiss me. I got to go.

I just...

I'll see you soon.

I love you, baby.

Cute butt!

Tease.