That Night

'It's so nice having just us girls!'

'I know! We can have a spa day!'

'Oh, you girls…'

All the men in the mansion decided to stay at Rocco's for the night. Emily, Rebecca, Jane, and Isabelle decided to have a Girl's Night. Naturally, the invited Annabelle.

'Annabelle's gonna love this,' said Isabelle as they set everything up for the spa part of the night, 'I know she loves to be pampered.'

'She deserves it,' said Rebecca, 'she's the greatest mother-in-law ever.'

'She treats us like we're her own,' said Emily, 'and she's a lot like a second mother to us.'

'I like Annabelle,' smiled Jane, 'she's a nice woman.'

'An' yer a nice girl.'

Everyone jumped. Annabelle had arrived, but the girls were so into getting set up they didn't hear her.

'Annabelle!' gasped Emily, panting, 'you scared us!'

Annabelle chuckled. She hugged her daughter-in-law.

'I'm sorry, Lass,' she said, 'what are ye girls doin'?'

'Spa night,' said Rebecca, 'for us.'

'Oh!' said Annabelle, 'I love spa nights!'

'Well, we have bathrobes,' said Jane, 'one made special for you.'

Annabelle looked as Rebecca handed her a green bathrobe. It had ANNABELLE stitched in gold over the left breast. Annabelle gasped.

'This is beautiful!' she breathed.

'We made it for you,' smiled Emily, 'we each have one made special for all of us.'

'Well, this was very sweet o' ye girls,' smiled Annabelle, 'ye girls are amazing.'

'And you're amazing, Annabelle,' smiled Rebecca, 'you raised two very fine boys.'

'Thank ye, Rebecca,' smiled Annabelle, hugging her tight, 'ye make me Connor happy.'

'And your Connor makes me happy,' smiled Rebecca.

Annabelle smiled. She looked over at Emily.

'An' you,' she said as she hugged Emily, 'ye need ta get yerself looked at if these nightmares o' yers keep up.'

'I know, Annabelle,' said Emily, hugging Annabelle back, 'if they get worse, I'll go see my doctor.'

'Yer a good girl, Emily,' said Annabelle, 'I know ye care a lot about Murphy.'

'He makes me happy, Annabelle,' said Emily, 'I owe him a lot for saving my life and Rebecca's.'

Annabelle smiled and stroked Emily's cheek. Emily smiled.

'Well, let's get started!' said Isabelle, 'come on!'

Half An Hour Later

'Oh, my God, I am so relaxed…'

'Who needs men?'

'They're good fer some things, just not a whole lot.'

'Amen.'

After facials and massages, the girls decided to soak their feet for pedicures. When that was over, they would be giving each other manicures.

'I think Connor might miss me,' said Rebecca, 'I remember the one night we went to Mom's to stay overnight and he kept texting me all these cute things.'

'Like wha'?' asked Annabelle.

'Becca-Bear, I miss you,' said Rebecca, 'Becca-Bear, come home. Conny-Wonny wants to cuddle.'

Annabelle laughed.

'He's always been a cuddler,' she said, 'he used ta cuddle wit' me all tha time when he was little.'

'He loves cuddling with me,' said Rebecca, 'it's a requirement after sex. We always have to cuddle.'

'Murphy likes to cuddle, too,' said Emily, 'he's like my own personal teddy bear.'

'Same with Rocco,' said Isabelle, 'that's why I call him Roccobear.'

'Michael likes to cuddle, as well,' said Jane, 'it's so cute.'

After their feet were soaked, it was time. Emily did Rebecca's toenails as well as Annabelle's. Isabelle did Jane's then they'd switch as soon as the polish was dry.

'Oh!' said Rebecca, 'my phone's vibrating!'

Emily laughed as Rebecca looked at her phone. She smiled.

'Wha' are ye smiling at?' asked Annabelle.

'Your son,' said Rebecca, 'he's starting already.'

'What's he saying?' asked Isabelle.

'It feels so weird not having you in my lap,' said Rebecca, 'get your sexy ass over here and let's snuggle.'

'Aww!' said Isabelle.

Emily shook her head and finished Rebecca's toenails and proceeded to work on Annabelle's. Rebecca sent a quick text to Connor before lying back, sighing contently.

'After we're done here, you guys wanna watch a movie?' asked Jane.

'Yes!' chorused the twins.

'I say since Connor's not here, we should have a Leprechaun marathon,' said Jane, 'sound like a plan?'

'Sounds like a plan!' everyone chorused.

Later That Night

'STOP! NO! PLEASE! STOP! STOP!'

'SILENCE, WHORE!'

Emily sobbed as Pinhead continued to sexually assault her. The chains that bound her were so tight she couldn't feel her arms or legs. She didn't want to be here anymore. She wanted to go home.

Pinhead was done. He smiled at Emily, slowly kissing her neck. Emily whimpered, struggling against the chains that bound her to the wall, the chains that left her helpless against Pinhead, the lead Cenobyte.

Pinhead looked deep into Emily's eyes. He sighed.

'You are so beautiful…' he whispered, stroking Emily's cheek, 'it's a shame that you're about to go through more torture.'

'More torture?' whispered Emily.

Pinhead laughed a cold, heartless laughed. He stepped aside. Emily gasped, horrified.

There, in a corner of the room, was her family. Connor. Murphy. Rocco. Michael. Noah. Jeff. Isabelle. Rebecca. Jane. Lisa. Annabelle. Everyone.

'It's a shame, Emily,' whispered Pinhead, 'I know how much you love your family.'

Emily couldn't speak. All she could do was cry.

Everyone looked over at Emily. Emily's eyes immediately wandered to Murphy.

Murphy looked at Emily. His eyes were full of pain and helplessness, knowing that he was going to die. Emily's heart shattered at the sight of her family, helpless, scared.

Pinhead gathered the Cenobytes around the group of people. He smirked.

'RELEASE THE HOOKS!'

Emily screamed as hooks and chains flew out of the air, piercing her family's skin. It was just like the movie. They were gonna be torn apart.

Pinhead held hands with his Cenobytes. They recited a prayer that sent ice through Emily's soul.

And shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord for Thee

Power hath descended forth from Thy hand

Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands

So we shall flow a river forth to Thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be

In Nomeni Patri

Et Fili

Spiritus Sancti

Emily looked at her husband. Murphy uttered one last sentence before he was torn apart.

'I love you.'

Emily screamed.

Emily woke up. She continued to shriek, kicking and thrashing. She was screaming so loud, she woke everyone up.

Annabelle came bolting into the bedroom, followed by Jane, Isabelle, and Rebecca. She jumped onto Emily's bed, grabbing her daughter-in-law by the shoulders, shaking her.

'EMILY LISA MARIE MACMANUS!' she roared, 'WAKE UP!'

Emily stopped screaming. She looked around the room, her eyes wide with fear.

'Emily?' whispered Rebecca, 'are you okay?'

'He killed them…' whispered Emily, shaking like a leaf, 'Connor…Murphy…Mommy…everyone…'

'What are you talking about, Emily?' asked Annabelle.

'You're dead…' whispered Emily, 'all of you are dead…'

'Rebecca, call Murphy,' said Annabelle, 'he needs ta come home an' fast.'

'On it!' said Rebecca.

Emily rocked back and forth, her eyes not there. She was in a trance.

'He killed you…' she whimpered, 'Pinhead killed you all…'

Emily began to cry. Not her normal, scared sobs. No. She began to scream sob.

'REBECCA!' roared Annabelle, 'GET MURPHY ON THA PHONE NOW!'

'I'm on it!' said Rebecca.

Annabelle waited as Rebecca called Murphy. He picked up on the first two rings,

'Hello?'

'Murphy, Emily had an another nightmare,' said Rebecca, 'she's been traumatized by it by whispering Connor…Murphy…Mommy…everyone… Hurry.'

Emily screamed again, sobbing hysterically.

'Fuck…' said Rebecca, turning the phone away for a second, 'Emily, Murphy will be here, be patient.'

Rebecca put the phone back to her ear. She was scared.

'Murph, hurry back please,' she said, 'please.'

'Give 'er tha phone,' said Murphy, 'let me talk ta her.'

Rebecca held the phone to Emily's ear. Murphy spoke.

'Baby, I want ye to listen to me,' he said, 'I'll be home as soon as I can. I don' care if I go over tha speed limit, I just want to be there as fast as I can. I love you.'

Emily gasped. She knows that voice.

'Murphykins?' she whispered, 'am I talking to a ghost? I watched you die.'

'It was just a dream, baby,' said Murphy, 'I'm at Rocco's.'

'But…I was there, I watched…' whispered Emily, sobbing again.

'Shh…' whispered Murphy, 'I'm alive, baby. I want ye ta do me a favour.'

'What?' whispered Emily.

' I want ye to stay strong,' said Murphy, 'Ma an' the girls will take care o' ye until I get home. I love ye bunches, baby. I promise ye that I'm gonna make ye happy again.'

'Okay,' said Emily.

'I love ye, Emily Lisa Marie,' said Murphy, 'I'll be home in a half hour.'

Murphy hung up. Emily sighed.

'I love you, too…' she whispered.

Rebecca began to cry. She hugged her sister tightly.

'I love you…' she whispered, 'Emily, I love you…'

'I love you, too, Rebecca…' whispered Emily, 'I love you, too…'

'Who did he kill, Emily?' asked Isabelle.

'Everyone,' whispered Emily.

Suddenly, Rebecca cried out. Everyone looked at her.

'Rebecca?' said Annabelle, 'are ye okay?'

'Migraine…' groaned Rebecca, 'fuck…'

Rebecca grabbed her phone. She called Connor. He picked up on the first ring.

'Hello?'

'Connor…' whimpered Rebecca, holding back a scream, 'where are you?'

'We're still at Rocco's,' said Connor, 'why?'

'Migraine…' whimpered Rebecca.

A sharp pain ripped through Rebecca's head. She held her phone away from her, letting out loud shriek of pain.

'Becca-Bear?' said Connor with a huge hint of concern in his voice, 'are ye okay?'

Rebecca let out another shriek as a sharp pain ripped through her head again. She began to cry.

'MA?' cried Connor, 'WHAT'S GOIN' ON WIT' HER?'

Annabelle grabbed the phone from Rebecca. She talked to Connor.

'She's havin' migraines, Connor,' she said, 'I don' know what's wrong wit' 'er. Why is she getting migraines?'

'Her Twin Telepathy's been fuckin' up,' said Connor, 'normally she knows what's wrong wit' 'er sister, but these nightmares are throwin' 'er off.'

Rebecca let out another shriek of pain. Connor growled.

'Put tha phone on speaker, Ma,' he said, 'please.'

Annabelle put Rebecca's phone on speaker. Emily sobbed in Isabelle's arms as Connor attempted to calm his wife down.

'Rebecca Jane MacManus,' said Connor sternly, 'I want ye ta listen ta me an' I want ye ta listen good.'

Rebecca nodded, ignoring the sharp pains in her head as Connor spoke to her.

'Keep calm an' try yer best not ta focus on tha pain,' said Connor, 'ye can' see it, but I'm on tha verge o' fuckin' tears. It's tearin' me heart apart listenin' ta ye shriek like tha. Please stay strong, Becca-Bear. Fer me. Yer Conny-Wonny.'

Rebecca nodded, squeezing her temples.

'I'll do my best, baby,' she said.

'We're on our way,' said Connor, 'I love ye, Rebecca.'

'I love you, too, Connor,' said Rebecca.

The line went dead. Annabelle handed the phone to Rebecca. She kissed her on the forehead.

'Connor knows wha' he's talkin' 'bout,' she said gently, 'yer gonna be fine.'

Rebecca nodded, hugging her mother-in-law.

Emily sobbed harder. Isabelle held her cousin, whispering to her in French.

'You're gonna be okay, Emily,' said Jane, stroking Emily's cheek, 'Murphy's on his way home.'

Rebecca crawled up to her sister and embraced her, holding her tight. She started to cry.

'Don't cry, Rebecca…' whispered Emily between sobs, 'don't cry…'

'Emily, I hate seeing you like this,' said Rebecca, 'normally I know what's wrong but I can't pinpoint it. I'm so frustrated.'

Jane and Isabelle hugged the weeping sisters. Annabelle sighed.

'Come on,' she said, 'I'll make you girls cocoa.'

Everyone followed Annabelle into the kitchen. Emily and Rebecca held hands the entire time, not letting go.

Annabelle started on the cocoa as the twins sat down. They sat close to each other, not letting go of each other's hands.

'This isn't normal…' whispered Emily as Annabelle put the kettle on, 'I can't understand these nightmares…'

'It might be stress,' said Jane, 'from your dad dying.'

'Why would I be dreaming about Pinhead raping me?' whispered Emily, 'why?'

'I remember havin' a re-occurin' nightmare when I was pregnant with tha boys,' said Annabelle as she handed the twins their cocoa, 'always tha same dream, if not a continuation o' tha same story.'

'I'm not pregnant, though,' whispered Emily, 'I can't be.'

'Emily,' said Isabelle, 'I hear you and Murphy having sex every night. There's a chance you might be pregnant.'

Emily shook her head. She hung her head, not letting go of Rebecca's hand.

'Emily, don't cry,' soothed Jane, rubbing Emily's back, 'everything's gonna be okay.'

'Go see yer doctor,' said Annabelle, stroking Emily's hair, 'I know Murphy doesn't want ye ta suffer.'

'How?' whispered Emily between sobs.

Annabelle sighed. She placed her thumb and finger under Emily's chin, slowly lifting her head up.

'He's been callin' me fer tha last few nights cryin',' she said, 'full on cryin'.'

Emily gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth. She was putting Murphy through pain. Actual pain.

'He hates seein' ye so traumatized, Em,' said Annabelle, brushing Emily's hair out of her face, 'he doesn't know what ta do. He feels helpless.'

Emily sobbed again. She hated this. She was hurting her husband. The love of her life.

The front door flew open. Everyone turned around.

Two black blurs came into the kitchen. Both twins were lifted off their chairs and into tight hugs.

'Oh, God, baby!' said two voices.

The twins both sobbed with relief. Their husbands were home.

Murphy put Emily back on her feet. He kissed her passionately, holding her close. Emily felt something wet on Murphy's cheek.

'Baby…' she whispered, 'are you crying?'

Murphy didn't answer. He just embraced his wife, shaking. Emily knew he was crying. That killed her.

'Baby, I'm sorry…' she whispered, 'I'm hurting you…'

Murphy looked Emily dead in the eye. He held her face in his hands. He spoke in a stern voice.

'Don' ye go blamin' yerself fer tha reason I'm upset,' he said, 'yer goin' through enough as it is, Em. I'm upset at myself because I don' know what ta do. Yer sufferin', baby.'

Emily couldn't look at Murphy. She hung her head in shame. Rebecca cried out.

'Rebecca, are you okay?' asked Jane.

Rebecca growled and fell to her knees, squeezing her temples. This was overkill for her.

'Becca-Bear?' said Connor, 'baby, are ye okay?'

Rebecca shrieked. She couldn't find her voice. The pain in her head was worse than before, and she hated it.

'Let's get them to the living room,' said Michael, 'talk there.'

Annabelle carried the twins' cocoa into the living room as her sons carried their wives. They sat down on the couch, placing the twins in their laps.

'Emily, what happened in your nightmare this time?' asked Rocco.

Emily looked at Rocco. She spoke in a very momotone voice.

'He was raping me,' she said quietly, 'after that, he showed me all of you. Mommy, Daddy, Annabelle, Noah, you, Isabelle, Rebecca, Connor, and Murphy. He did the same thing that happened to Frank in the first movie: tore you all apart with hooks, but that was after he and the Cenobytes recited the prayer. Murphy looked at me and whispered I love you before you were torn apart. That's when I woke up.'

Everyone stared at Emily. No one said a word. They were all shocked, appalled, horrified.

'Is tha' why ye were shriekin' so much?' asked Connor as he cradled a sobbing Rebecca in his arms.

Emily nodded, hanging her head. She hated seeing her family in pain because of her, because of her insanity.

'Emily, yer goin' ta tha damn doctor's tomorrow,' said Annabelle, 'I don' want ye sufferin' no more. Yer like a daughter ta me, an' I don' like seein' ye like this.'

'None of us do, Annabelle,' said Michael as Jane rubbed his back, 'she's like a sister to me.'

'And me,' said Jane.

'She's my cousin, but she's more of a sister to me than anything,' said Isabelle.

'She puts up with all of us,' said Romeo, 'she's a wonderful girl with a kind heart and she doesn't deserve this at all.'

Emily buried her face in Murphy's chest. She let out a loud wail of pain. Everyone began to cry.

'Emily, please don't cry…' choked Murphy, 'baby…'

Emily sobbed harder. She could feel Murphy's pain, and it made hers ten times worse, along with Rebecca's pain.

'I think ye might be pregnant, Em,' said Connor, 'I can' think o' anythin' else that'd be causin' these nightmares, especially ones this terrifyin'.'

'Mom used to have Freddy nightmares when she was pregnant with me,' said Jane, 'they went away when she found out.'

'But I've gotten my period,' said Emily, 'I can't be pregnant.'

'I said tha same thing, Emily,' said Annabelle gently, 'an' I found out about these two.'

She pointed to her two sons. Rebecca was still sobbing in Connor's arms. Connor shushed her gently, rocking her in his arms to soothe her.

'I think she should take a pregnancy test,' said Romeo, 'see if that's why she's having these nightmares.'

'If not, something's really wrong,' said Rocco, 'these are beyond nightmares. These are night terrors.'

Emily sighed, defeated.

'Fine,' she said, 'I'll take a stupid test if it'll get all of you off my God damn back.'

Murphy lifted Emily's head up. He kissed her gently, knotting his fingers in her hair.

Rebecca stopped crying for a bit. Her migraine began to subside.

'Motherfucking God, Emily…' she growled, 'you're killing me…'

'Sorry, Becca,' said Emily as Murphy kissed her neck, 'I'm as every bit as frustrated as you are.'

Connor kissed Rebecca's forehead. He nuzzled her cheek with his nose, hugging her tight.

'I think we all need to unwind for the night until we feel sleepy,' said Isabelle, 'anyone feel up to watching a movie? A happy one?'

Rebecca raised her hand. Everyone looked at her.

'Thomas & The Magic Railroad,' she said, 'that's a happy movie. It helps me when I get all blah and rawr like this.'

'Same here,' said Emily.

'Alright,' said Isabelle, 'Thomas it is, then.'

The twins sighed. Each brother kissed their wife gently, burying their noses in their hair.

'Is breá liom tú,' they whispered.

'Is breá liom tú,' the twins whispered back.