(RUMBLING PULSES)
(WATER TRICKLES)
(SHUDDERS, BREATHES RAGGEDLY)
(WIND RUSHES)
(PHONE LINE BEEPS)
MAN: Kay. Hi, it's Mike Adler here from Creswick Police.
Look, I'm just calling about your mum.
The neighbours haven't seen her in a few days.
I've been by her house, without much luck.
And I was just wondering if you'd heard from her.
Could you give me a call when you can? Thanks.
(KNOCKS)
Gran?
(KNOCKS LOUDER)
Gran?
(LOUD KNOCK ON DOOR)
Gran?
Mum?
Gran?
Wait.
Just…wait out here.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Mum?
KAY: You should set up in my old room.
SAM: What?
- Kay, what? - Nothing.
Call straightaway if she…
- Yeah, I will. - OK.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
ADLER: Does your mum still drive?
KAY: Sometimes. But her car's still at the house.
- And...any medical problems? - No.
She's in her 80s. She forgets things.
She managed to flood the house last Christmas.
And when was the last time you spoke to her?
It's been a while.
Could...you be more specific?
Um…
Well, in situations like this,
we...we need to come up with a time line.
When Alex called last night, he said he hadn't noticed
your mum leave the house for a few days, maybe a week.
So, if we can figure out
who the last person was to speak to her, we can...
- Yeah, of course, yeah. - ..figure out exactly who…
Sorry. Um…
It's been a few weeks.
Work's been crazy. You know how it is.
And what did you talk about?
Nothing, really. Normal stuff.
She didn't mention anything about a holiday,
appointment out of town, visiting friends?
No. Nothing like that.
We'll organise the overall search strategy.
OK.
- Did you bring a recent photo? - Yeah.
This was taken late last year.
(LOUD THUD)
(GRUNTS)
(HEAVY CLATTERING)
(SOFTLY) Jesus Christ.
Great... (SIGHS)
(RAIN PATTERS OUTSIDE)
(RATTLING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(RUSTLING)
(PLASTIC CRACKLES)
(WATER SPLASHES)
She's been putting food out for Chester.
Is your boss OK with you taking time off?
Yeah.
Well, no.
I stopped working at the gallery.
Since when?
A while.
What are you doing for money?
I've got some decent shifts back at the bar.
Still planning on going back to uni?
I don't know, Kay.
So, what, you're just gonna work in a bar for the rest of your life?
Yeah, maybe.
I'm glad you're here.
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing.
I think you're doing it.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
ADLER: (CALLS OUT) Edna!
Edna?!
- Edna! - KAY: Mum!
MAN: Edna?!
Edna?!
Mum?!
WOMAN: Edna?!
MAN: Edna?!
Edna?!
ADLER: We'll regroup first thing tomorrow.
SAM: We should check the trail by St Georges Lake.
Gran used to take me there all the time when I was a kid.
(VACUUM CLEANER WHINES)
(SWITCHES OFF)
(EXHALES)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Gran?
Jamie?
Hi, Sam.
What are you up to?
Patrolling.
OK.
Did you find her yet?
No, not yet.
When was the last time you saw her?
Not for ages.
Dad doesn't like me coming over anymore.
Why's that?
(SNIFFS) Smells weird.
Can I have a go?
I'm allowed.
(SCOFFS)
You're 18!
When did that happen?
(COUGHS SLIGHTLY)
(COUGHS) Oh!
(LAUGHS)
Thanks, Jamie. I really needed that.
I might go inside. It's freezing.
Do you want to come in? Make you a Milo?
Nah.
That's OK.
(KEYS TINKLE)
('FÜR ELISE' BY BEETHOVEN PLAYS TENTATIVELY)
(PLAYS WRONG NOTE)
(RESUMES PLAYING)
(CREAKING, THUDDING AND RUMBLING)
It's D after that bit, not E.
How do you know?
- (PLAYS) - Gran taught me.
Of course she did.
I could never get the curl of the fingers right.
I think she gave up on me at a certain point.
Are these locks new too?
(CONTINUES PLAYING)
I think she was scared.
Scared? Of what?
She called me a few weeks ago.
She thought someone was coming into the house.
What? Why?
Doors were left open, the lights were left on,
she...the...
..armchair had shifted.
Well…
..did you tell the police?
She forgets things.
You know what she's like. It was her.
Well, why didn't you call me? I could have driven up here.
I mean, what if she was…
(KAY CONTINUES PLAYING 'FÜR ELISE')
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(SIGHS)
- (LOUD THUD) - (GASPS)
SAM: What was that?
Kay?
Don't know.
(HOLLOW KNOCKING)
(SCRAPING)
- (LOUD THUD) - (GASPS)
(SCRAPING ECHOES)
What is that?
(CREAKING AND SCRAPING)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(LOW RUMBLING)
(CREAKING)
(SHRILL BIRDSONG RISES AND FADES)
(RUMBLING AND CREAKING CONTINUES)
(LOUD CREAKING)
(FLIES BUZZ)
(LOUD THUD)
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
SAM: What...what's wrong?
KAY: Nothing.
Go to sleep.
(RUMBLING PULSES)
(CREAKING AND CLATTERING)
(TAPPING AND SCRAPING)
(CREAKING)
(CREAKING CONTINUES)
(BIRDSONG, RAIN PATTERS)
(SIGHS)
(KETTLE WHISTLES)
(WHISTLING CONTINUES, BECOMES MORE SHRILL)
(WHISTLING BECOMES LOUDER)
(WHISTLING QUIETENS, STOPS)
Mum?
Where...?
Where have you been?
Tea?
Are you OK?
One sugar, right?
- Gran! - Oh! (LAUGHS GENTLY)
KAY: About half an hour ago.
No , she's...she's not hurt.
She's... As far as I can tell. She won't tell me anything.
Whenever I ask, she just changes the subject, acts like nothing happened.
Like she hasn't been gone for three days.
Yeah, I don't wanna push her. I just...I just hope she's OK.
Yeah. Thanks, Mike. Yeah, I will. Bye.
- Any chest pain? - No.
Breathlessness? Dysuria?
Dysuria?
Does it hurt to pee?
Oh. No.
Neither of those things.
Would you mind taking a slow walk to your daughter and back?
- Edna, when's your birthday? - April 10th.
And how about your granddaughter's?
March 3rd.
Good.
See?
- This one worries about me. - (CHUCKLES)
- May I? - Mm-hm.
Do you know how you got this bruise?
Oh... I must have knocked it.
Clumsy.
Just to be safe, I'm going to recommend
that you not be by yourself for the next couple of weeks.
- Is that really necessary? - Sorry, Edna. I insist.
House arrest it is, then.
(ZIPS UP BAG)
(TV PLAYS FAINTLY IN THE BACKGROUND)
(EDNA SIGHS)
KAY: Well, tell them it's a family emergency.
Yeah, I know that, but he's perfectly capable.
Uh-huh. A week, maybe two.
Well, what do you expect...?
Yeah. Fine. Fine, email it.
I've gotta go, Luce.
(TV CONTINUES PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND)
(WASHING MACHINE CHURNS)
EDNA: What's that?
Do you know where you were, Mum?
- Where? - No, I'm asking you.
I suppose I went out.
Out where?
If I'd known you'd call the police, I would have stayed home.
There's blood on your nightgown.
Do you need help?
With what?
There are Post-it notes everywhere, Mum.
It's my house. I can decorate it however I want.
Just tell me what happened!
SAM: Look, can we just take it easy today?
Gran must be exhausted.
(SIGHS)
(INSECTS CHIRRUP)
(KNOCK AT DOOR) Gran?
Oh.
Got your tea.
What service!
Sorry about Mum.
She was worried about you.
We all were.
(OPENS DRAWER, RUMMAGES)
I had to stop wearing it.
They say you shrink with age, but my fingers just keep getting fatter.
(CHUCKLES)
It's lovely.
It's yours.
Gran, I can't take this.
You might need it one day.
And your mother's already had a go.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(TYPING)
Wow, you cleaned up.
Please leave it. I've got a system.
- What are you doing? - Work.
(CHUCKLES) Look at this.
(LAUGHS)
Guess I was. (CHUCKLES)
Wow.
He could draw.
Yeah.
God, I haven't seen this for years.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
Wait. What's this?
Oh...
Oh, that was on the property when your grandparents inherited it.
My great-grandfather lived there.
- By himself? - Yeah. There were all these stories.
Apparently, his mind wasn't all there in the end,
and nobody knew how bad it was.
I don't think he was cared for like he should have been, you know?
Mm.
I was happy to see it go.
Mum used to threaten to lock me in it when I was being a brat.
Is that the same window as the one on the door downstairs?
Yeah.
Yeah, when they tore it down, they saved some of the windows
and used them to build into this place.
Can you keep an eye on her for a few hours tomorrow?
- Where are you going? - Back to Melbourne.
- You going back to work? - No. I...
I've booked a tour of a retirement place.
You can't put Gran in a home.
You heard her before. She doesn't know where she was.
I don't think she can remember.
That's not what I heard.
She can't live on her own anymore, Sam.
- Well, why can't she move in with you? - Because that's not practical.
There's plenty of room at your place.
No, it's not about room. She has to be watched.
Well, isn't that how it works?
Your mum changes your nappies and then you change hers?
You need to be on the same side as me for this.
Does Gran even get a say?
This is what's best for Gran.
(INSECTS CHIRRUP)
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
(CREAKING AND TAPPING)
(CLICKING, TAPPING AND CREAKING)
EDNA: (WHISPERS) What noise?
No. I didn't hear any noise.
I told you. I told you it's nothing.
There's no-one.
You're scaring me.
KAY: Mum?
(TENSE MUSIC)
Are you alright?
Are you leaving?
No, Mum.
(SIGHS WITH RELIEF)
That's good.
(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)
Will you be alright now?
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Mum?
(SOFT, HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)
Mum, what is it?
(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING CONTINUES)
It's here.
Under the bed.
No, there's nothing under the bed, Mum.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Will you check for me?
Please.
See? Nothing.
You didn't look.
(SIGHS)
(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)
- (LOUD THUD) - Ow!
Shit! Oh!
Oh!
You did that on purpose.
- Did what? - You dropped that on purpose!
- Why would I do that? - I don't know.
- Did you hit your head? - Yes! Yes! Yes.
WOMAN: Now, you mentioned your mother has some cognitive impairment?
KAY: Yeah, I...I don't really know.
She forgets things. She's started wandering.
WOMAN: Well, the staff here are on call 24/7.
Think of it as independent living with the edges taken off.
(MUFFLED VOICES NEARBY)
Just in here.
This side of the building has ocean views.
Handrails in every room,
high toilet seat,
mobility aids if your mother needs help getting in and out of bed.
No, she's fine with that kind of stuff. She's fit, she's active. I...
I'm not even sure she's ready for a place like this.
WOMAN: Well, it's five-star living.
Then there's the lifestyle and therapy programs,
disability support, computer classes.
Your mum'll make friends in no time.
The rec room is decked out, and every Sunday night...
(VOICE FADES AWAY)
(RUMBLING, MUFFLED KNOCKING AND CREAKING)
(BIRDSONG)
RECORD: (PLAYS FAINTLY) ♪ The things, the things I'd do for you
♪ I would change November showers
♪ To red roses in June
♪ These are the things, the things I'd do for you
♪ Though I'm not a great musician... ♪
Dance with me, Kimmy.
♪ I have always had... ♪
Sorry?
Dance with me, Sammy.
(LAUGHS)
- Ah! - Oh, no...
- Yes! Here we go. - (LAUGHS)
SAM: Oh, boy.
- Do you know the cha-cha? - Absolutely not.
Time for a lesson.
One, two, three. And one, two, three.
- (LAUGHS) - And one, two, three.
- And... It's the cha-cha! - (LAUGHS) OK.
And...under arm for the lady.
- Oh, "the lady". - And again.
- (LAUGHS) - And one more for Sammy.
- (SQUEALS AND LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS)
♪ As late
♪ As the hour... ♪
This one always gets me.
♪ I beg you, please
♪ Stay a... ♪
Do you ever get lonely out here by yourself?
♪ As late
♪ As the hour... ♪
Jamie doesn't come around here much anymore, does he?
- ♪ Cling to me... ♪ - Who?
Jamie from next door.
Oh.
The retard.
♪ Clear that here
♪ Is an atmosphere
♪ We should share... ♪
How...
How would you feel about me moving to Creswick?
(LAUGHS)
Why would you want to do that?
To be closer to you.
I could help you out - cook, clean, stuff like that.
Was this your idea or your mother's?
Mine.
(MUSIC STOPS)
Where would you live?
Here, in the house. With you.
I don't think so.
I'm not a...project, Kay.
I'm...I'm Sam, Gran.
I know who you are.
Well, wouldn't it be better than moving into an old folks' home?
That's where Mum is right now - checking out a place in Melbourne.
Here, let me help.
- What's this? - What?
- What are you doing with this? - What do you mean?
- This is mine. - Yeah, Gran, you gave it to...
You're trying to steal from me. You're trying to rob me.
- No. Remember when you... - Give it back.
- Give it back! - Ow. Gran.
Ow! Ah!
Oh!
Fuck. Take it!
(CREAKING STARTS QUIETLY, GROWS LOUDER)
(WATER SPLASHES)
(SOFT THUD)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)
(CREAKING CONTINUES)
Gran?
(CREAKING)
(SCRAPING)
(CREAKING)
(BREATHES SHALLOWLY)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
KAY: Are these my school reports?
You're throwing these out? I didn't even know you'd kept them.
Well, I have to make room, don't I?
Room for what, Mum?
This one's moving in.
(KAY SCOFFS)
No, she's not. She...
I think you're confused, Mum.
I'm not sure why you think it's your decision.
How was Melbourne?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)
(WHISTLING)
(WHISTLES)
Everything alright, Gran?
I don't like this place.
Is that why you installed the lock?
I thought this was where it got in.
Who?
Whoever was coming into the house.
Since your grandfather passed, this house seems...
..unfamiliar. Bigger, somehow.
This house is the only thing left.
All our memories.
I'm glad you're moving in, Sammy.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(WATER RUNS)
(SPITS)
Are you sure?
(WATER RUNS)
(MUFFLED RHYTHMIC BANGING)
(RHYTHMIC BANGING CONTINUES)
(BANGING GROWS LOUDER)
Gran?
(BANGING GROWS LOUDER)
(SWITCH CLICKS, BANGING STOPS)
Gran?
(LOUD BANG)
(CREAKING)
(FLIES BUZZ)
(CREAKING, MUFFLED THUD)
(EERIE SOUNDSCAPE)
EDNA: Kay?
(MUFFLED BANGING)
Mum?
(CREAKING)
EDNA: (WHISPERS SOFTLY) What's that noise?
I think there's something in the house.
I need to go downstairs.
There's someone down there.
Everything alright in there, Mum?
- Sammy? - (DOOR CREAKS)
(BIRDSONG)
(SIGHS)
(WASHING MACHINE RATTLES)
I'm not being ridiculous. I can tell.
Sometimes they look at me and I...I don't think it's really them.
They look like Kay and Sammy, but it's not them.
They're pretending.
You know what I think? I think they're just waiting for the day.
I think they're hoping I'll go to sleep and I won't wake up.
Then they'll dump me in the ground to rot.
I can see you.
Who are you talking to?
(RUMBLING AND CREAKING)
(SCRAPING AND CUTTING)
(GASPS SOFTLY)
- Gran, you're bleeding. - I can do it myself.
- You've hurt yourself. Just... - No!
- Gran, stop! - Get out!
Get out of here!
Get out! Get out! It's my room!
- It's my house! Get out! - I'm sorry!
(SLAMS DOOR)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Hi, Sam.
- Hey, Jamie. How are you? - I'm OK.
- Is your dad home? - Uh...
Dad?!
Alex, what happened... between Jamie and Gran?
(SIGHS)
They were playing hide-and-seek and it was Jamie's turn to hide.
And he hid, I guess, in a cupboard with a lock on it.
Well, she came along and locked the closet and...left him there.
I think she forgot they were playing.
He was trapped in that cupboard for hours.
When he didn't come home, I went over there to check on him and...
(MUFFLED KNOCKING)
..Edna said she hadn't seen him.
But I could...I could hear him screaming from upstairs.
He had paint under his fingernails just from scratching the door.
So, we've been keeping our distance a bit.
Yeah. Nah, of course.
I get it.
(DOOR OPENS)
I'm really sorry Jamie had to go through that.
OK.
(SIGHS)
(BLACK COCKATOO SCREECHES)
(CROW CAWS)
(TEARING)
(CRUNCHES)
Mum...
Mum, stop.
Stop!
Ow! Jesus!
What are you doing, Mum?!
No! No!
- Give it back! - No, Mum! No!
I'm still your mother, Kay!
(GROANS)
(HEAVY BREATHING, RUSTLING)
EDNA: I think these might be safe out here.
Do you think that's right?
KAY: Safe from what, Mum?
I don't know.
I knew it was a bad idea.
I hate that window.
I can't bear to look at it every time I go through that door.
There's such a...
..coldness in the house.
This is what I'm like now. It's all I do.
I keep thinking...
..thinking maybe it was just waiting for me,
maybe it's just been waiting till I was weak enough.
Alone enough.
I wish I could bury it myself so it can't get at me.
(WEEPS) I just want to go home.
I just wish I...I could turn around and...
..go back.
I'm losing everything, Kay.
No. It's alright. You're not.
I'm here. I'm here to help you, Mum.
Come home with me.
To Melbourne. Will you...will you move into my place, Mum?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Sorry I wasn't here more.
Please let me help you.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Where's...
Where's my...
Where's everyone?
Your photo album?
It's here.
It's right here.
(SOBS)
Where's everyone?
They're here. They're here. I'm here.
It's alright, Mum.
Mum...
I won't leave you.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(CREAKING)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(DOOR OPENS)
I'll get dinner started. What do you feel like?
Thanks, dear.
Sam, we're back!
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(WHISPERS) What the...?
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
(SCRAPING)
(CREAKING)
(RUMBLING)
(MUFFLED SCRATCHING)
Fuck this...
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
What?
(GASPS AND PANTS)
No, no. No.
Mum?
Mum!
(SCREAMS) Mum!
(MUFFLED THUMPING CONTINUES)
WOMAN: (ON RECORDING) You have called 042...
(CLOSES PHONE)
Well, her stuff's still here.
RECORD: (PLAYS SOFTLY) ♪ As the hour may be
♪ I beg you, please... ♪
You should try to eat something, Mum.
♪ Stay a little longer
♪ As late... ♪
Mum?
♪ As the hour may be
♪ Cling to me
♪ Make our love stronger... ♪
(MUSIC DISTORTS)
(EERIE MUSIC)
♪ As the hour may be
♪ I beg you, please
♪ Stay a little longer... ♪
Oh, Jesus! Mum!
Mum, come on.
(WATER CONTINUES RUNNING NEARBY)
(GASPS AND PANTS)
(CREAKING)
(MUFFLED SCRAPING)
(CREAKING CONTINUES)
(SOBS)
(LOUD CREAKING)
(PANTS)
- (WATER RUNS) - Mum?
(KNOCKS) Mum? Mum?
(PANTS)
(MUFFLED THUD)
(SCRAPING)
(WEEPS)
(LOUD, MUFFLED THUDDING)
(CREAKING)
(THUMPS ON DOOR) Mum!
(WATER CONTINUES RUNNING)
- Oh... - (CRASH!)
Oh, Jesus! Mum!
Mum! What are you doing, Mum?
Stop it! Mum! Open...
- Mum... - (WATER RUNS)
Mum! Open the door right now! Mum!
Oh!
(PANTS)
Your chest, Mum...
(PANTS)
(LOUD BANG)
(PANTS AND WEEPS)
(LOUD THUMPING)
(CLATTERING)
- Mum? - (SCRAPING)
(LOUD THUDDING)
- (GLASS SHATTERS) - Mum?
(CLATTERING)
(GLASS SMASHES)
Mum? Mum, stop it.
- (LOUD CRASH) - Mum!
(CRASHING)
(CLATTERING CONTINUES)
Mum?
- (LOUD THUD) - (SCREAMS)
Oh, shit...
(PANTS AND GRUNTS)
(CLATTERING)
What?
(THUDDING AND CREAKING)
(PANTS AND SOBS)
(THUMPING AND CREAKING CONTINUE)
(SOBS)
(LOUD CRASHING)
(CRIES) What the fuck?
(SOBS)
(PANTS)
(CREAKING CONTINUES)
(DRIPPING)
(GRUNTS)
(CRIES)
(LOUD CREAKING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Oh, what...?
(RUSTLING)
(RUSTLING CONTINUES)
Mum?
Mum, please, can we go back now?
Ah! Oh!
(SNAP!)
You're not Kay.
- (SNAP!) - Oh!
- I don't know you. - No! Mum!
No!
(WATER TRICKLES)
(SOBS)
(CREAKING)
(RATTLES DOOR)
Aah!
(CREAKING)
(CLATTERING)
(PANTS)
(GROANS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
(GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)
(METAL PIPE CLATTERS)
(WATER RUNS)
(THUMPING)
(CRASHING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(GASPS)
(URN CLATTERS)
(MUFFLED SHOUTING NEARBY)
(GASPS)
(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS ECHO)
KAY: Mum? Mum?
Mum?
(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)
(MUFFLED) No... No!
SAM: Mum?
(CLATTERING)
(MUFFLED) Aaah!
- Mum? - KAY: Sam!
- Mum?! - Where are you?
- I'm down here! - Where?!
Here!
Sam! Sam!
Oh, Sam! Mum is not...
It's not her anymore.
(LOUD WHEEZING)
- Mum... - Yeah.
(PANTS)
(LOUD BANGING)
- (SAM GRUNTS) - (CRASHING)
(MUFFLED BANGING)
(PANTS)
Here. Give it to me.
Give that to me.
- (GLASS CLATTERS) - Hold that. Hold it!
(KAY GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)
(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
(LOW WHEEZING)
Mum?
(GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)
Is that you, Gran?
- It's OK, Sam. - (CRIES)
It's OK.
(CRIES)
KAY: Mum!
Go, Sam, go! Get in there, go!
Go! Go!
Get out of here!
- Aah! - Go!
Mum...
I got you. I got you!
KAY: Pull me...
Aaagh!
You're almost out!
I've got you! I've got you!
(SCREAMS)
Get me out! Get me out of here!
Pull me!
(SHOUTING AND GRUNTING)
(WHEEZING)
(GROANS)
(SNARLING)
No! Mum!
- (WHEEZING) - Mum! Mum!
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
SAM: Mum!
- Mum! - (WAILS)
(SAM CRIES OUT)
(PANTS HEAVILY)
(WHEEZES)
(WHIMPERS)
(PANTS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Come on.
(PIPE CLATTERS)
(WHEEZES)
EDNA: (SOFTLY) Kay.
(WHEEZING SLOWS)
Mum?
SAM: Come on.
Mum, what is it?
I can't leave her.
What?
- (DOOR SLAMS) - Mum!
(POUNDS DOOR) Please don't! It's not Gran anymore!
It's not Gran! (POUNDS DOOR)
Mum!
Please come back!
Please come back! (POUNDS DOOR)
Mum!
Mum, what are you doing?
(SLOW WHEEZING)
Mum? Mum, please, let's just go!
Mum!
(WHEEZING CONTINUES)
(WHEEZES SOFTLY)
(WHEEZING CONTINUES)
(SKIN CRACKLES)
(CRACKLING CONTINUES)
(WHEEZES SOFTLY)
(CREAKING)
Shh...
(UNSETTLING MUSIC BUILDS)
(CRACKLING)
(RUMBLING PULSES)