The House of Him

Hi Anna, it's Sophie. Listen... I'm going up this guy's house tonight

for a wee photoshoot thing. I just wondered if you'd tag along with me?

I'm going to die in here.

I'm going to die in here...

Now where were we?

Mister... will you let me in?

I'm scared...

Mister, open the door. Things are getting really scary out here.

Please open the door.

I can't go home, mister, because my mummy is dead and my daddy is dead too.

My house went bad, and I'm really scared. Please let me in.

Who is this?

Mister, open the door and you can see me.

Go home!

That these reports are coming in from all across the UK.

Again, no real clarification as yet on the nature of these events...

But the reports range from sightings to...

to attacks. More as we have it, of course.

But we're now going to take a caller.

A lot of our callers on tonight's topic...

And we're now going to go to Margaret from Cambuslang in Glasgow -

Who has had direct experience of wh...

This was ten year. Eleven year. And I just...

You never tried to get any help?

It was never that easy. I never had anywhere to go for help.

And I was scared.

It wasn't like I could just walk out the door.

If someone's fucking with me they're making a terrible mistake.

It's a bit dark in here...

I think I'll put some lights on.

I'll definitely put some lights on.

We have to get out of here! Do you hear me?!

Did you hear the radio?! We have to get out!

This is happening everywhere! It's not just in here!

It'll be happening everywhere!

Through there, up the street, everywhere!

Well, I'm leaving! We have to get out! I don't fucking care!

Don't tell me it's going to be alright. It's not going to be alright!

You need to get out of here!

Stop.

Stop?

Yes. Stop.

Push.

Push!

Come on.

You could end it all right now.

You just have to push.

Stop.

Stop.

Fuck you. Fuck you!

There's someone standing out there.

Fuck you.

There's someone standing right there, watching us, in the doorway.

I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking kill you.

I'm telling you there's something in the doorway.

Don't look at it.

I'm trying not to look at it.

I don't want to look at it.

Drop the knife.

Look at that pretty wee face.

Not a mark on it.

Something's happening out there.

Something's happening in here.

You could let me go.

I promise I won't say anything...

I'm thinking.

I think something bad is happening.

I don't think I want to kill you right now.

How do you feel about that?

I don't want you to kill me...

So you're happy about that?

I'm happy.

If you're happy you smile, don't you?

You smile. Surely.

I'm smiling.

I'm not saying I'm going to let you go.

I can't do that.

I'm not saying I'm not going to kill you. Because I am. Of course I am.

I'm saying I don't think I want to kill you right now.

So smile.

I'm smiling.

I'm going to go and turn on the radio.

Can I trust you not to do anything silly?

Good girl.

We are being told that it's not safe to stay inside your home.

Police will be going door to door in local areas-

- notifying people of where these public gathering places are.

Once again - we're trying to get this information out there -

- these reports of violence - of these sightings...

The information we have is that you should get outside -

- and get to a busy place, with other people.

It's not a time to be alone, or to be indoors.

That's what we're hearing. Don't attempt to call the emergency services.

Just get out onto your street with your neighbours -

And you will be notified of a safe place to go.

Woman!

Woman, get in here!

Call her mother and find out what the fuck is going on.

And quickly. It's nearly dead.

You want me to -

Call her mother, and tell her this little bitch is with you and she's safe.

I really don't think I'd be able -

You will. And you'll keep yourself together.

You'll laugh and smile.

Because if you don't, I'll put that fucking phone through your skull.

It's a text from her mum.

What does it say?

I could phone my mother.

I could phone my boyfriend.

You don't have a boyfriend.

Neither of you have boyfriends.

I've been following you for weeks.

I'm very careful. That's why I never lose.

I prepare to win.

You were in my flat.

I knew somebody had been.

Were you in my flat?

Twice.

I watched you sleep.

I sat with your cat and watched you sleep.

I like your cat very much.

Who'll feed your cat, by the way?

What do you mean?

When you're dead, who'll feed your cat? Will it be okay?

Someone will find it, right?

It'll be okay. Yes. Cats always are.

Get out from the inside...

Listen - Listen, please, we could both get out...

I won't say anyth-

This is my home.

Why do you think I tricked you two into coming here?

This is my home!

This is where I do what I do.

And I won't be chased out of it.

Make all the fucking noise you want. Cos this fucking house is mine.

Mine!

Leave it.

Idiot.

It's not going to happen.

Come through and sit with me.

How did you and Sophie meet?

Talk to me.

I won't ask you twice. Make yourself useful and talk to me.

We worked together... In a nightclub.

We just made each other laugh

We had the same circle of friends, and -

and we were flatmates for -

That's nice.

Ask me something.

Why us?

You enjoyed drinking coffee together, didn't you?

Yeah.

Why?

What's the fascination with that?

With what?

I would see you sitting together. Drinking coffee. Chatting. Laughing.

What's the fascination with that?

We were friends. We just -

We just liked to catch up and just-

Meet and chat and laugh. Drinking coffee, smiling.

Then two days later, same again. Same place, same coffee.

Laughing.

What had changed?

I don't know what you mean.

What had happened in those two days? Nothing.

I know nothing had happened because I was there. I was watching you both.

And yet, two days later...

Two days later, same again. Same place. Same coffee. Smiling, chatting, laughing.

For an hour and forty-eight minutes.

I don't know -

Maybe you can explain that to me.

Maybe you can explain why people do mindless things like that. Can you?

Can you explain that to me?

And your question?

Why you two?

That's what you want to know from me?

You're just two of twenty seven women I've had in here.

And there is nothing special about any of you.

Have you seen that skinny little bitch lying in there?

Does she look special to you? Hm?

Lying there with her legs spread wide in a pool of her own piss and blood.

Or does she look like meat?

Does she just look like some empty meat?

Answer me this.

All those times you met her for a coffee or for a drink or for a chat -

Was she ever anything but just some empty meat?

She was my friend.

You're not leaving here alive. Okay?

But I'd like some company at the moment.

Why?

Are you scared?

What did you say?

I heard the woman next door.

She was scared. She wanted out.

Maybe she knows something.

Because this - - This place...

I don't have neighbours. There's no-one through there.

No-one living.

I bought the house through there when my mother died, so no-one could hear what I was doing in here.

But I did put some girls behind this wall.