Alice: They were real, Charlie. They were real, I'm positive. Charlie: What--what are you talking about? Alice: The sounds. The sounds at night. I used to hear screams, cries. I wasn't dreaming, they were real, even though she tried to convince me otherwise. Charlie: Wait, wait, who tried to convince you? I'm not following you, babe. Alice: That's why I left this place. That's why I never came back.