I wish you would have told me.
You didn't tell your sisters what you saw.
can't be told.
You live them...
or you don't.
But they can't be told.
I'm sorry, Dad.
This is all yours now.
And the promise.
I want you to know.
and your sisters...
and your brother...
were the best part of my...
Never been prouder of anything.
Take care of each other.
- Dad? - And be kind to each other.
If nothing else...
I was so lucky... to be your dad.
"I am home," I thought...
and stopped in wonder at the thought.
I am home.
I am home.
Now to climb.
I've been so wrong about so much.
I've lived with ghosts since I was a kid.
Since before I knew they were even there.
Ghosts are guilt, ghosts are secrets,
ghosts are regrets and failings.
But most times...
most times a ghost is a wish.
Like a marriage is a wish.
A marriage can be like a house and a marriage can be haunted,
and I let that happen to us.
And I'm so sorry, Leigh.
You're scaring me.
I have something that I have to tell you.
And I'm going to.
But I need you to remember while I do, that I love you,
My best friend.
I'm asking you to love me
hard for the next few minutes,
and it might be the hardest
that you've ever had to love me,
but I know it'll be okay,
because it's us.
I'm going to jump and I'm asking you to hold my hand...
while I'm falling.
six years ago...
I went to that conference in Chicago.
I'd loved you better.
And let you see me clearly without disguise.
I wish I'd been a better husband.
I wish I'd been a better son.
I wish I'd been a better brother.
What are you saying, Steve?
I'm saying I built a wall around a big part of my life
and I hid behind that wall and I thought
that wall kept us both safe,
but walls don't work that way.
Walls never work that way.
What about these?
I think the truck's full. Is that everything?
Yeah, I'm ready.
And all of that,
the guilt and the grief and the secrets
and the walls and the ghosts, right now
my only wish...
my only wish is to come home.
I just want to fix this.
Fear is the relinquishment of logic,
the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns.
We're here, Clara.
We made it.
But so, it seems, is love.
Love is the relinquishment of logic...
...the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns.
We yield to it or we fight it.
But we cannot meet it halfway.
we cannot continue for long to exist sanely
under conditions of absolute reality.
stands against its hills holding darkness within.
It has stood so for a hundred years
and might stand a hundred more.
walls continue upright... bricks meet neatly...
floors are firm...
and doors are sensibly shut.
Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House.
And those who walk there...
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