Possessed by Perversion (starring Elle Fanning, Dakota Fanning, & Naomi Watts)

Starring Elle Fanning as Tara

Starring Dakota Fanning as Cara

Starring Naomi Watts as Mallory (aka: Mom)

"This will be your first house then?" The realtor asked

Mallory thought it was the greatest house she'd ever seen and she could afford it too. She'd just broken free from her jackass husband, spent the past 2 years with her sister and now was thrilled to be getting set up on her own with her two daughters.

"Before we sign the papers, I gotta tell you a thing about this house." The realtor and Mallory stood in the far corner of the basement. He tapped a closed closet door. "I advise you never, ever to open this door and go into this closet."

Mallory was confused and curious. "Why on earth not?"

The realtor sighed "Look, one of the previous owners of this house, this was almost a century ago, was... well he was a bad guy. I don't want to get into details but he was a real deviant who tormented the people in this neighborhood and as the cops closed in he hanged himself in this closet. And... are you superstitious?"

"Not really." Mallory was going to night school studying to be a nurse. She thought of herself as very level-minded.

"Well, other owners have told me about... things going bump in the night sometimes. They say there's a general sense of unease when this door is open. It should probably be nailed shut, or even better someone should come in here and drywall over it. Would you like me to recommend a contractor..."

"No, that's fine. I don't think we'll have any trouble just ignoring it," Mallory said. Expenses were tight. If that's the nonsense that made the home affordable, she didn't mind. She bought the house.

Time passed

Five years

Ten years

Twelve years

And just like that her daughters were grown women. Cara, the older of the two, was in Community College, studying design. Tara, the younger, just graduated High School a star Volleyball player and was getting a full scholarship in the fall.

Life was good. Life was peaceful.

That being the last summer Tara would live at home, the three women made the most of it. They went on hikes. They went to the beach. They took horseback rides to the lake and picnicked. They had each other and needed no one else.

In August, as she began to feel quite nostalgic for the home she was leaving behind, Tara had an idea.

"We should make you a workshop down in the basement." She said to her sister. "You've always need a good space to work."

"You're just trying to keep me from taking over your bedroom while you're gone." Cara ribbed her.

The sisters went down to the basement one day while Mom worked the late shift at the hospital and began to clean it up. They set up a table and a series of shelves.

"What's behind this door?" Tara asked, pointing to the corner closet. Cara shrugged. "Have you ever opened this door?"

"Nope." Cara answered, pulling at it. "Hmmm. It's locked."

Tara inspected it. "It's not locked. It's just jammed. Here help me pull."

And the sisters pulled and pulled harder until the door finally popped open.