for making a wall appear to burst into flame. Mary realizes that Simon has been faking some of the phenomena, and confronts him; he admits his deception, but argues that some of it is not him, that his powers stopped when he was 13 but they have returned and he thinks it is Mary. Mary begins to pack up her belongings and drink, but begins to have visions of some of the people who have died. Before she can leave the house, she doubles over and throws up, and realizes Simon smuggled the gunpowder in with the pills. She and Reg break down all his other tricks. Simon confronts Mary and Reg and says that the house has chosen him - he's supposed to be there. He tells her she will beg to write his story when it's over, and returns to the room, stripping off his shirt. Another dragonfly lands on Mary's hand, and she looks at it. As all of Reg's equipment begins to go crazy, dragonflies land on Mary's eyes and mouth. When Reg comes to tell her about his equipment, the room is swarming with dragonflies. Mary says she realizes the house is an intersection that allows the dead to spill over into their world. She says Simon has led them to a crossroads, and Reg contradicts her - it's not Simon, it's Mary. She is the key to opening the way for the ghosts; her powers were what awakened them. Simon is again attacked by ghosts; this time, they carve into his flesh with nails and glass shards. Mary runs to find him, ghosts slowly descending the stairs past her as she ascends. Reg runs after her, but is startled by a terrifying ghost and falls over the railing to his death. When Mary enters Simon's room, she sees a vast haunted panorama filled with ghosts. She swears to the ghosts that she will listen this time; she will tell all of their stories. The ghosts heed her words and depart, allowing Simon to survive the ordeal. Simon reveals to Wyburd that he was from then on kept prisoner, cursed to be the book on which the dead write while Mary wrote books and made millions off of the stories portrayed on him. As she aged, he remained the same youthful appearance, only more scarred with new stories for her to write. He admitted he