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- Welcome to Frightvision.

I am your host, Dr. Rebecca Boobinstein.

But you can just call me Dr. Boobinstein.

Tonight I have five tales of terror to give to you.

In our first story, you have two girls who are trying to get

ahead in the adult entertainment industry.

With all the free porn online now,

I imagine it is hard to get noticed.

However, Beth seems to be doing quite well.

And she's actually mentoring one of her friends.

Sweet girl.

But we find out Beth may do some questionable things

on her path to success.

- Yeah, okay.

Thanks so much.

I really appreciate this opportunity.

Hey, girl.

- Hey, who was that?

- That was Bruce Steele from LA Hardcore.

- Oh, great.

Good for you.

I applied on their application page twice.

- It's LA Hardcore, they get a ton of applications.

And to be honest, I met Bruce at AVNs.

He couldn't get my lipstick off of his cheek.

- Oh, I didn't go.

I was still at home.

(knuckles tapping)

(sighs) This place

is at odds, and everything is pushes and pulls.

- Always, that's the beauty of it.

It makes it easy.

Your opportunities will come,

but why can't you just be happy for me?

- I'm sorry.

Honestly, I just want to go home.

- Did you get kicked out?

- (sighs) Something like that.

I can never go back, but I think about it sometimes.

- You'll come to realize that this place is so much better.

Hey, let's go out tonight.

I'm in the mood for some small time action.

(moaning softly)

- Small?

(whispers) Tiny small or?

Good prospects?

- A couple. - Yeah?

- One for you and one for me.

Come on.

- Okay, I guess I'll do it.

(heartbeat thumping)

(sheets rustling softly)

(woman moaning)

- Hey.

What's the rush?

(heartbeat thumping)

(lips smacking) Don't worry.

I'm going to take care of you.

(woman moaning softly)

(lips smacking)

(belt clicking)

(heartbeat thumping)

(woman moaning loudly)

(tense music)

- Thanks, babe.

Appreciate you.

- [Man] You got to make sure to hit me up.

- Definitely.

Thank you. - Thank you.

- My guy didn't have much to offer.

- We were there all night, Caroline.

- I know, but he--

- He what?

- He didn't, he had someone in his heart already.

(Beth sighs)

Beth, I'm not like you!

- [Beth] Well, you better learn to be.

- You okay?

What the?

(men grunting loudly)

What the heck, man?

Dude, are you all right?

- I...

I don't know what happened.

- (laughs) Dude, you just came at me, man.

That girl put something in your drink or somethin'?

- I don't think so.

- Jesus. - Maybe.

- All right, get dressed, man.

Come on, let's go get something to eat.

- Okay, give me a second.

- Beth, right?

- [Beth] Beth Holiday.

- I remember you.

You're all natural.

- Naturally.

- But that smile isn't, is it?

I like your pictures, yeah.

You did nice work.

And you are cute.

And you have a good following.

- I love LA Hardcore.

Your production value is the best.

I've always wanted to work with you.

- Eh, we try and do things right.

It's all about niches these days.

Big butts, big tits, MILF, teen, anal, taboo.

You're not with an agency?

- [Beth] Not really, no.

- Smart girl.

Yeah, you know, we strive for something

that's been lost in entertainment.

- Oh.

- Genuine girls.

Are you a genuine girl, Beth?

- Yes, but I'm no girl.

- Oh yeah, right.

Gotta be all PC nowadays.

(sighs) I'm looking for genuine women.

Women who actually like sex.

Do you like sex?

Oh and uh.

You are a woman, right?

I mean, you just can't be too sure nowadays.

- Guess you'll have to find out.

- You know what, I like you.

I can tell you like to have a good time.

Why you so far away?

I can't talk to you if you're all the way over there.

(suspenseful music)

(hand patting)

So, you know any girls that like to party?

- What's a casting couch without a party?

- Hey, look, I get it.

You girls work hard.

You want work, you want money,

and you want to work with the right people.

I get it.

- [Beth] Of course you do.

- A little jaded for being so new to this industry.

- It's not rocket science.

- You're never at a loss for words, are ya?

You types amaze me.

So afraid to have a real encounter

yet you sell yourselves off and on camera.

- We're alone, right?

- Why, am I making you uncomfortable?

- I think that you like

that you're making me uncomfortable.

(suspenseful music)

Wait.

I just have to ask you one thing first.

I'm in, right?

- I make the calls.

And...

I don't let just anyone in here.

(lips smacking)

(suspenseful chiming music)

(Beth choking)

You train wrecks just love discipline, don't you?

- You're completely empty.

(ominous music)

- What the fuck?

(Beth growling softly)

(Beth roaring)

(hand squelching) (man screaming)

(Beth grunting) (man screaming)

(teeth munching)

(Beth grunting)

Oh, oh, oh!

(Bruce panting)

Whoa!

- Thanks for letting me in, Bruce.

(lips smacking)

Now, I have a place in your heart.

(heels clacking)

(Bruce gasping)

(Bruce whimpering)

- Bruce Steele.

Arrested and convicted of murdering 20 women.

You took him a month ago?

- It was a good run but a short one.

I expected that one to yield more.

- Small one for you maybe.

- You're still learning.

And when you are truly ready to let go,

our marks will get bigger and our game will be stronger.

- Help me fall.

I'm ready.

- But first.

you're going to have to take this off.

(solemn piano music)

- You know, they say the beautiful ones always

steal your heart, but apparently these two eat it as well.

Our next story takes us to a sleepy little town

dealing with some ominous looming green mist.

Shall we see what happens to these poor unsuspecting folks?

(mysterious music)

(wind howling)

(crow cawing)

(comet whooshes)

(comets crashing) (comets whooshing)

(mellow rock music)

♪ Yeah, she's a beauty queen ♪

♪ Free your mind, if you know what I mean, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, she's a beauty queen ♪

♪ She's a green queen, yeah ♪

(Ted sighs)

(paper rustling)

(news jingle)

- [Reporter] Attention.

Earlier today, a large unknown object fell from the sky

and landed in the desert outside of Las Vegas.

The military is at the crash site,

but little is known at this time.

They're keeping reporters at a distance.

It is unknown at this time where the object came from and.

(button beeping)

- Hey Frank, what's going on, man?

- (sighs) Nothing, how you doing, Ted?

- I'm tired, dude.

It was a long day at work.

I'm just happy to be home.

- Yeah, I hear you, brother. (sighs)

Oh, hey, how's Donna?

- [Ted] Oh, she's good.

Yeah, she's good.

- I'm glad to hear it.

- [Ted] How's Susie and the kids.

- It's Susan, but they're great, thanks for asking.

- Are we still on for Sunday?

- Hell yeah, I wouldn't miss it.

But well, I would miss it

if it was the end of the world on Saturday night. (laughs)

- Hey, well, let's hope that doesn't happen.

- Yeah, fingers crossed and double crossed. (laughs)

- Hey look, Donna's waiting for me upstairs

so I'm gonna head up.

- All right, hope you have a good night, Ted.

- Thanks.

(Frank sighs)

(door creaking) (Ted sighing)

- Hey, you're late.

It was your night to make dinner.

- I know, I'm sorry.

- You look exhausted, hard day?

- (chuckles) The Ferguson account.

- Oh shit, really?

That is a long day.

- Listen, I'm sorry about dinner.

- It's okay, I got home from work early.

You can cook the next two nights.

(lips smacking) - Deal.

- Go sit down, dinner's just about ready.

(Reporter speaking softly)

- The Army has sent several men into this mist,

but all contact has been lost,

and the men have yet to return.

It's still too early to speculate

what this green mist could mean and why it's there.

(eerie whirring)

Our reporter is now on the scene,

but unfortunately we have been informed to stay back

from the crash site until the military have a better

understanding as to what it is they're dealing with.

The word terrorist has been heard,

but we cannot confirm this is a terrorist attack.

- What do you think it is?

- I have no earthly idea.

- It just all seems like some bad science fiction movie.

- Or Stephen King novel.

- (chuckles) Right.

You think we're in danger?

- No. - Two.

(man on television screaming)

(sighs) Guess we'll just have to wait and see.

- I guess so.

- Once again, we have been told to stay away

from the crash site until the military have a better

understanding as to what it is they're dealing with.

The word terrorist has been heard,

but we cannot confirm this is a terrorist attack.

- Hi, everybody.

The owner of Chaplain Studio's here,

a beautiful mall space--

- Hey after dinner do you wanna take out the trash?

- Yeah, sure, that's fine.

- Thanks, you're the best.

- [Man On TV] Look at the size of this unit!

- I know. - It's huge!

(distant sirens wailing)

(suspenseful music)

(women chattering)

(Ted sighs)

(children chattering)

(suspenseful music)

- Help me!

Please, help me!

- Oh shit, are you okay? - Help!

- Hey, somebody needs to call this guy an ambulance.

Somebody get help, it's...

Oh my god, what the fuck is going on?

(suspenseful music)

(woman screaming)

Oh shit, Donna!

(eerie whirring)

(feet pattering)

- Oh my god, I am so sorry!

- [Ted] You almost hit me, are you fucking kidding me?

- Look, we have got to get home to our kids.

Have you been watching the news?

- Yeah, I don't know what's going on either, but look I...

(woman screaming)

- Oh my god. - Oh my god!

It's happening here too now!

- [Ted] I'm sorry.

- On no, no, help me!

- I'm sorry this is happening to you, okay,

but I can't help you.

- No wait, wait!

- I can't save her and...

I can't save you either.

(tense music)

(eerie whirring)

(tense music)

(woman screaming)

Oh my god.

(Ted panting)

Oh.

This is insane.

Oh fuck.

(man screaming)

(tense music)

(man screaming)

What the fuck is going on?

Oh god.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher.

Ah, Jesus.

(tense music)

God.

(eerie whirring)

Oh my god.

You're never gonna believe what I just saw out there.

- Ted.

(Reporter speaking softly)

- You must stay away from the green mist.

It's an airborne flesh-eating virus that instantly

eats the flesh of humans and animals,

turning them into skeletons.

I repeat, stay out of the green mist.

It's an airborne flesh-eating virus that instantly

turns humans and animals into skeletons.

You must stay away from the mist.

More information as we have it.

- What the fuck?

(eerie whirring)

- This just in.

I've just been notified that people are turning

into skeletons without having gone into the mist.

It takes a little longer,

but the effects are exactly the same.

I repeat, people are turning into skeletons

without having gone into the mist.

It takes longer, but the results are exactly the same.

Where are you going?

What, all of you?

We're safer here though, yeah?

It's safe.

We recommend you turn off your air conditioning.

You shut your windows and doors,

and stay inside until further notice.

We are still waiting for an official.

What?

No.

There's still been no statement from the military

or the government as to what we are to do.

But we suggest at the news to stay at home,

keep your windows and doors shut

and turn off your air conditioning.

Good luck, everybody.

(distant crying)

- [Donna] Ted!

- [Ted] What?

- What is happening?

(fist banging)

- Who the fuck is that?

(knocking)

Ah shit, dude.

What the fuck?

(Frank sighs)

- My family is fucking gone.

- What? - They're fucking skeletons.

One minute, this fucking British dude comes on

with this, some shit of green mist, I don't know.

I go to the bedroom, I come back,

and they're fuckin' watching the news as skeletons.

(Frank panting)

I just run over here to see if you guys were okay.

- [Ted] Yeah, man, we're okay.

Thanks for coming.

- Frank, I'm so sorry that happened.

- [Frank] Why is this happening?

- I don't know, we know as much as you do, man.

The guy said it was terrorists

or extra terrestrials or something.

- Sure, you really think this is fuckin' aliens?

- I don't, I don't know, all right?

I don't fuckin' know.

Just what the guy said.

- [Donna] Frank, please, sit down.

- Oh shit.

(foot crunches) (Frank groans)

- Mittens!

- [Ted] Come on, dude.

- [Frank] Oh, my god.

(Donna screams)

(eerie music)

- Ted!

- It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

- What are we gonna do?

- All right.

Okay, look, we need to get a towel or something.

We just gotta seal it in, okay?

- It's already in the apartment!

- Well, do you have a better idea, dude?

- Oh, don't you fucking do it.

- I'm sorry. (Donna groans)

- Don't you fucking do it, dude!

- No! - Frank!

(hands pounding) Ah shit.

(eerie music)

Frank, let us in!

- [Donna] Please, Frank.

Open the door.

(fist banging)

- Oh my god.

(voices wailing)

Frank, let us in.

- Please, Frank.

Let us in!

- I'm sorry, Donna, I can't.

I've seen what that green mist can do.

- So have I.

We're the same, mother fucker!

- Frank, we let you into our home!

We wanted you to be safe!

Let us in! (hand pounding)

- I'm sorry.

I just can't, I just don't want to die.

(fist banging)

- Neither do we!

- You're just gonna kill us? - Fuck.

(eerie music)

(Frank panting)

(voices wailing)

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- [Ted] You're just as dead as we are.

- [Donna] Frank, please, help us.

- [Ted] Frank, did you do it to your family?

Let them fucking die too?

(voices wailing)

- I love you.

- I love you too.

- Oh God.

(Frank sobbing)

I'm so sorry for all I did.

- [Ted] It was my fault.

You know I don't like to take the trash, don't you?

(voices wailing)

- I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Why is this happening?

(Frank whimpering)

Why?

Why?

(Frank sobbing)

(eerie music)

(voices wailing)

(Frank snoring)

(Frank groaning)

(hands slapping)

(Frank breathing heavily)

(Frank groaning)

Wow.

(static buzzing)

(door creaking)

(Frank sighing)

(Frank sighing)

(curtains clattering)

(Frank sighing)

(tongue clicking)

(Frank chuckling)

(Frank exhaling)

Love it.

They ain't gonna mind.

(lighter clicking)

(Frank exhaling)

I survived.

I fuckin' beat that bitch. (laughs)

(Frank exhaling)

No.

No, I fuckin' survived.

This can't be...

Unless it's.

Unless it's mutating.

Aw, fuck!

(bones crumbling)

(wind howling)

(eerie whirring)

(somber music)

(wind howling)

(somber guitar music)

(wind howling)

(mysterious music)

- [Man] No!

No!

(people wailing)

(people wailing)

- Now, that's what I call a real bare bones

production, right?

(Dr. Boobinstein sighs)

Whatever.

You know, really, they should market that green mist though.

It's one hell of a weight loss program.

Our next story features an academic woman, much like myself.

Dr. Consuela Vasquez has found many great artifacts

in her career, but none as the score that she gets

in her latest trip to the jungle.

(dramatic pounding)

(alternative rock music)

♪ We have nowhere to go ♪

♪ To get so much with our eyes closed ♪

♪ We can only speculate ♪

♪ And he claims he doesn't know ♪

♪ But I'm the apple and he's the tree ♪

♪ Home I identify afar ♪

♪ I just don't know where I grow ♪

♪ I want to be like Ma ♪

♪ I just want to be like dear old Daddy-O ♪

(wolf howling)

(mellow rock music)

(toothbrush scratching)

(mellow rock music)

(toothbrush scratching)

(suspenseful rock music)

(motor humming)

(mellow rock music)

(insects chirping)

(birds chirping)

(door slamming)

- We have to walk from here.

(slow rock music)

♪ Ha ♪

(leaves rustling)

(quirky electronic music)

(electricity buzzing)

(woman speaking in foreign language)

(electricity shocking)

(electricity blasting)

(body thudding)

(trippy guitar music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(electricity buzzing)

(woman grunting)

(woman growling)

(eerie music)

(gunshots blasting)

(hand smashing)

(man panting)

(suspenseful music)

(neck snapping)

(body thudding)

(creature grunting) (creature growling)

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

(slow guitar music)

(dramatic blasting)

♪ Desire, pretending to be afraid ♪

♪ I watch your jugular dance ♪

♪ And reach out for the blade ♪

♪ I just want to be like dear old Daddy-O ♪

(wolf howling)

♪ I just want to be like dear old Daddy-O ♪

(wolf howling)

(mellow rock music)

- Good morning, and thank you for coming gentlemen.

I'll try to make this worth your while.

(suspenseful music)

- Are you gonna show us your tits, doctor?

- Certainly not.

But with the money you could potentially make with my help,

you can buy all the tits in Pittsburgh.

- We're here and we're listening.

We're already sick of your bullshit so make it quick.

- I'll keep it as painless as possible.

Chak'atl, a traditional Mexican cocoa bean drink.

(footsteps pattering)

(suspenseful music)

Money, as they say, gentlemen,

is what makes the world go round.

At the core of it, though,

knowledge is the key to your affluence.

- Hard work is the key to our affluence.

- (laughs) And a comfy trust fund. (laughs)

- Oh, do shut the fuck up!

- Mr. Haynes, your oil firm needs associates

that know geography, physics, geology and chemistry.

Mr. Kurlansky, your company is greatly assisted

by a knowledge of mechanics, ballistics and foreign policy.

Wouldn't you agree?

An intelligence firm, Mr. Siebel,

seeks, well, I would assume intelligence.

Wouldn't you agree?

The security business encompasses sociology

and human behavior.

I think you all know what I'm driving at here.

- Holy shit.

We have to know shit.

This better be leading somewhere

that's not fucking obvious, lady.

- Oh, I can assure you.

It is.

You see, knowledge is my business.

(cat screeching)

And at this particular university,

we pride ourselves on acquiring knowledge,

using the private sector as our financial engine.

- Fuck, here we go.

This is what I was afraid of.

- Afraid?

I guarantee you have nothing to be afraid of.

I would merely hope--

- I have absolutely no intention

of giving the go ahead for Haynes Cobalt

to fund any of your goddamn little pipe dreams.

- Oh God, your fucking cat! (sniffs)

My allergies.

- Easy, kid.

Pipe dreams, pipe dreams.

Mr. Haynes, you have a few pipe dreams of your own.

Don't you?

(light switch clicking)

(remote control clicking)

- Now, where in the fuck did you get that?

- This is the future pipeline of Haynes Cobalt,

running from Mohaca to the port of Tampico.

You all have great interest in this project.

You also have a great interest in seeing that this project

runs smoothly in a country that is presently

embroiled in a bogus war on drugs

that you are all funding with your activities.

- Now listen, our involvement is purely financial,

and for the benefit of the Mexican people.

Drugs are a scourge in America, and in Mexico, too.

- This scourge, it's a profitable one, isn't it?

With this Haynes Cobalt pipeline project,

do you plan to line the pockets

of the hardworking people who have tirelessly cared

for this land for hundreds of years?

Or do you plan for it to go into your own pockets?

The pockets of the security agencies,

intelligence firms, weaponry hucksters, and oil giants.

- What the hell do you want, Ms. Valdez?

- It's not the hell I want, Mr. Kurlansky.

I just want you all to listen, that's all.

- You're humping my very last nerve, lady.

- The area that your pipeline is running through

is right where there was once a great Aztec Empire.

This is the land of my ancestors

and the land my people presently call home.

However, too many of these people have been disappeared,

including my own family members, by police and military.

Your police, your military.

- Disappeared?

Well, you must have a family of criminals then.

- Let me be even more direct, Mr. Siebel.

Two years ago, your surveillance uncovered what was

assumed to be a plot against the police in Halaca.

You shared this information against international law,

and against the advice of your colleagues,

but the kickbacks you received spoke louder than words.

Didn't they?

The resulting raid ended (gunshots blasting)

with 63 students dead, including my 18-year-old brother.

- Where did you get this information?

- Mr. Haynes, less than a year ago, there was an explosion

at one of the only state-owned oil company's headquarters.

This was before you had that comfy position

at your uncle's firm.

But you sure earned your stripes with that one, didn't you?

(sirens wailing)

My husband and eight-year-old daughter

were killed in that explosion.

- How the fuck?

- Mr. Shader, you might remember a time, not so long ago,

when you were working for the company

that you presently own.

You were a young police officer that joined a local

police force to supply them with military training and guns.

One night, there was a car that missed a checkpoint

on a dark road.

You yourself shot up that car.

(gunshots blasting)

My father and cousin were killed.

Their blood is forever on your hands.

Mr. Kurlansky, the guns that you sold as an ATF agent

five years ago, that were meant to be traced

back to the cartels, were often intercepted

before they even arrived at their intended destinations.

Instead, these guns were found at countless crime scenes,

including the one that involved the shooting death

of my son.

These practices should have been stopped

after you lost track of the first gun.

- It's just business, Dr. Valdez.

(suspenseful music)

- This was the human sacrifice capital

of the world at one time.

And it still is, unfortunately.

The God, Tezcatlipoca, demanded much blood

of the Aztec people, much like yourselves.

Tezcatlipoca is translated in the Nahuatl language

as smoke and mirrors, just like your own bullshit

smoke and mirrors that cost me my entire family.

- I'm outta here.

(dramatic music)

(air whooshing)

(speaking foreign language)

- What the fuck?

- As you may know, the ancient Aztec religious leaders

used to drug their sacrificial victims.

The powerful anesthetic used to

work its way up from your feet.

It was sometimes used on small children.

Sometimes great warriors.

They would all fulfill their purpose blissfully unaware

of the impending horror right under their noses.

(insect wings flapping)

The god of war would not be denied.

His thirst for blood would be quenched.

(air whooshing)

(upbeat mariachi music)

(suspenseful music)

- Where's fucking Vasty Rodriguez?

- Did any of y'all gentlemen hear a gator chewing on a pig?

- I've had it.

Fuck you, doctor!

(body thudding)

(mysterious crackling)

(parts thudding)

(man screaming)

(cheery mariachi music)

(man muttering)

(air whooshing) (men screaming)

(men screaming) (men muttering)

- God, oh God!

(men screaming)

Oh God!

(man coughing)

(man laughing) (man screaming)

(trippy music)

(men screaming)

(creature roaring)

(eerie music)

(man whimpering)

- Oh god, oh!

- Smoke and mirrors, gentlemen.

Smoke and mirrors.

(man whimpering)

- I don't know.

If I were being ripped apart from the inside,

I'm not sure that I would mind if I were being

serenaded by a delightful crocheted mouse mariachi band.

I don't know, maybe I'm wrong.

This next story is about a man named Alan

who decides to go outside his comfort zone

and meet new people.

He's not very good at it.

(mellow rock music)

(phone keys clicking)

- Hello?

I'd like to get a girl for the evening, please.

Oh, right.

Sorry, sorry.

(phone slams)

(Alan sighs)

Dial nine to get out.

(Alan exhales)

(bottle slams) (glass clatters)

(Alan coughs)

Nine.

(phone keys clicking)

Hello?

Yes, I'd like to.

Yes.

Yes, I am.

Oh, okay.

Well.

No, no.

Well, yeah.

Well, I was looking at an ad for Cinnamin.

Is she still available?

Yeah, for tonight.

Okay, and your ad, where it says full service,

I assume that means what I think it means.

Right.

Oh, okay.

Oh, oh no, God, no.

Why would I want to do that?

Well, yeah.

I guess.

Yeah, I'm at the CB Hotel.

2022 Westchest.

Yep, that's the one.

Room 206.

About 50 minutes then.

Okay, that'd be great.

All right, thank you very much.

(phone slams)

(Alan sighs)

Okay.

(upbeat bluegrass music)

♪ Ain't no luck for 'Bama coursin' through my veins ♪

♪ My love life is tragic ♪

♪ Just fightin' my way up to playin' ♪

♪ I guess it's true what they say ♪

♪ A lady loves a man on payday ♪

♪ Boots have holes, us lucks have too ♪

♪ I can't afford ♪

(fist banging)

(Alan sighs)

- Damn, she's got big hands for a little girl.

(suspenseful music)

(doorknob clicking)

Hello, my love.

- Hello, cupcake.

I'm Lorenzo from the agency.

Just want to make sure you're not some kind of freak.

You're not some kinda freak are you?

- No.

- Carnations?

This ain't no fuckin' prom.

Okay.

Alan, here's the fuckin' deal.

You got two hours with Cinnamin.

What happens between you and her in here

is between you and her, but you can do anything you want.

But how you bring her back to me is my concern.

I don't want to see any marks.

I don't want to see any hickies.

(knife clicks) Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

- Okay, you got the money?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Come on, come on.

Okay, I'm not gonna count this because if it's short

I'll come up here and ruin your fuckin' night with her.

Okay, you got condoms.

- No, I thought.

- What the fuck were you thinkin', Alan?

You gotta protect yourself with these girls.

Some of these girls, you gotta double bag.

(condoms slapping)

You don't need all of those.

(sighs) Okay.

So champ,

it's all up to you now.

Clock's tickin', she'll be here in five minutes.

Have fun.

(suspenseful music)

(knocking)

- Hey, baby, I hope Lorenzo didn't scary you too much.

He's a boatload, I know, but he's a giant teddy bear.

So, don't let him scare you too much.

(lock clicking)

Are you ready to have a good time?

Okay, sweetie.

We're just gonna get started and you just relax, okay?

(cheery electronic music)

Oh no, baby.

That's one thing we won't be doing tonight.

You can kiss me anywhere you want, just not on the lips.

How about you pass me that bottle?

- Oh.

(Cinnamin exhales)

- Now we have a party going.

So tell me what we're in for, big daddy.

What's Daddy want?

- Could we start with you not calling me, Daddy?

It's kinda weird.

My name is Alan.

- Okay.

Alan, it is.

What are we in for, Alan?

What's your fantasy?

(Alan chuckles)

- No, not a fantasy.

I actually want to have sex with you.

- Yeah, but have you ever wanted

to try something like new or different or even kinky?

- (laughs) Oh, well, no, I couldn't do anything like.

Well.

Like, like what?

(hardcore rock music)

♪ With their insignia, intend to intimidate ♪

♪ It's time to give it up ♪

♪ Let's make this shadow Czar ♪

♪ Think they're calling in the shots ♪

♪ We've got bad news for you ♪

♪ Everyone can stomach rot ♪

♪ It's time to make yourself free ♪

♪ No foreign enemy in the way ♪

♪ Go on, get the jerks to march ♪

♪ Protection from the Czar ♪

♪ I'll force the final pick ♪

♪ They're going to second the Czar ♪

- Cinnamin, you okay?

(sighs) You're tired?

Am I a little too much for you?

♪ It's time to make yourself free ♪

- Was that too much for ya?

(hand slapping)

(dramatic music)

Cin?

Holy shit, what did I fuckin' do?

How could I have?

This is only my first time.

How the hell could I possibly have?

Oh my God.

What the fuck did I do?

I fucked her to death.

- Oh, get over yourself.

You strangled me to death, shrimp dick.

- Cin?

You're still alive?

I'm so sorry, I don't know.

I don't know what came over me.

- Do I look alive to you, Alan?

You fuckin' killed me.

- Well.

Well, what about the safe word?

You were supposed to use the safe word.

- Safe words only work when you're breathing, Alan.

- (sighs) Oh God.

Okay, all right.

This is not real.

There's no way, this is real.

- Oh, it's real, all right.

And it's about to get way realer.

- Cops?

(Cinnamin chuckles)

- You wish.

Lorenzo's coming up here in about 15 minutes.

- Oh God, Lorenzo.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

(Alan sighs)

- You need to run, dumb ass.

- I can't run.

I got family.

I paid for this fuckin' room with a credit card.

They already know who I am.

- Well, if Lorenzo doesn't kill you,

life in prison definitely will.

- I need to call the cops.

I just need to call the cops.

- Cops, do you know what the cops are gonna do to you?

(suspenseful music)

- Hi, I'd like to report a dead woman in the.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry, bye.

(phone slams)

Dial nine to get out.

You can't be dead.

There's no way you're dead.

You're sitting here talking to me.

- Move the tie, jackass.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, geez.

- See those, buddy?

Those are ligature marks.

Those don't ever go over well in court, like ever.

(Alan sighs)

- What the hell am I gonna do?

- Clock's ticking, Alan.

(Alan sighs)

- Fuck it, I'm taking my chances with the cops.

(fist pounding)

(Alan sighs)

(phone clatters)

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

(fist banging)

(Cinnamin laughs)

- Time's up, lover boy.

- Okay.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Come on. - What do you think

you're doing?

- Come on! - Ow, what the fuck?

Where?

- Come on, asshole.

(fist banging)

Fuck.

(knocking)

Cinnamin?

(knocking)

- Ow, ow, ow, watch the floor, asshole!

Ow, there better be bubbles in here, you piece of shit.

(fist banging)

(Alan panting)

(water splashing)

(Alan panting)

- Oh shit.

- Hey. (fist banging)

(suspenseful music)

(fist banging)

(lock clattering)

- I'd really like to buy another hour of her time if I can.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Cap.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Cap.

Where the fuck is Cinnamin?

- She's taking a shower.

This is a dirty business.

- I don't hear no fucking water.

- She's pooping?

- I think you're the one that's full of shit.

You better hope she's okay.

(suspenseful music)

(knocking) Cinnamin, you in there?

(hand pounding)

Cinnamin.

She better be fuckin' okay, buddy.

Cinnamin, I'm coming in.

(suspenseful music)

(gasps) Cinnamin!

What the fuck did he do to you, Cinnamin?

Why?

(suspenseful music)

Oh, baby girl.

(gun rattling)

Cinnamin.

- Lorenzo, get up.

Turn around.

Lorenzo, he has a gun.

(safety clicking)

- You, mother fucker!

(gunshot blasting)

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, great.

- Cinnamin, you're alive?

- Nope, you're dead.

- This is dead?

- It looks like it.

- Well, it could be worse.

- Well, I guess it's your lucky day.

- Will both of you two shut the fuck up!

(Alan panting)

Ow.

(gun rattles)

Yes, I'd like to extend my stay.

(suspenseful music)

Oh fuck.

(fingers scratching)

(Alan sighing)

(flies buzzing) (Alan sighing)

(liquid splashing)

(Alan exhales)

(Alan sighs)

(liquid splashes)

(Alan sighs) (liquid splashes)

- Good morning, Alan.

- Still a decision, you can't prolong this forever.

- You know they're gonna eventually

want this room back, Alan.

(Alan sighs)

- Look, I extended the room another month.

I've got at least four weeks to make a decision.

- Do you know how much we're gonna smell in a month?

There's not enough Febreeze in the world.

- Speaking of which, you're already starting to

smell pretty ripe, babe.

- What?

I don't smell anything.

How the hell are you smelling if you're not breathing?

- I don't know, but you reek.

(flies buzzing)

- You're right.

- You're goddamn right I'm goddamn right.

It's just a matter of time

till the cops haul your ass out of here, Alan.

You know, you could start eating on us,

and then you'd have an insanity plea.

(both laughing)

- [Cinnamin] Don't drop the soap, pussy.

- It's just a matter of time.

- [Lorenzo] Oh, what are you gonna do now? (laughs)

(gunshot blasting)

(gun rattling)

(flies buzzing)

- Well, I definitely didn't think that through, did I?

- You sure the fuck didn't, Alan.

- Four fuckin' weeks.

(both laughing)

- [Lorenzo] Four weeks in my crotch. (laughs)

Oh, Alan. (laughs)

What a dumb ass. (laughs)

(quirky music)

- Oh my God!

What does a person have to do

to get some peace and quiet, right?

The rest of eternity he's just going

to be hearing blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

As you might've guessed from my whimsical attire,

our next tale takes place around the Christmas holidays.

Last year, Sarah had a pretty shitty holiday,

and she's having trouble getting into the spirit.

Lucky for her, there is a very large bearded man

in a snazzy Santa suit walking around Las Vegas

determined to change her mind.

(suspenseful music)

(man panting) (dog barking)

(fist banging)

(man muttering)

- I'll show them!

(lid clanging)

Creep!

(grunts) No presents!

(man groans)

I'm not fucking Santa.

(man shouts)

What the fuck?

Get the fuck off me, mother fucker!

- Every kid deserves Christmas.

- Not my kids, they're little shits!

- Now, who's fault is that?

- Ask my ex-wife!

- Maybe they don't deserve you!

- I'm a lot better than that gold diggin' bitch!

(suspenseful music)

- I don't think you're getting my point!

But you will!

- No, no, no, no stop!

(tree squelching)

(suspenseful music)

(man coughing) (man spitting)

(suspenseful music)

(Kris laughs)

(tense music)

(creepy music)

- Beautiful.

I knew you were a deadbeat dad.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! (laughs)

(suspenseful music)

(news jingle)

- Chapman Storage has long been known

for its clean storage units,

reasonable prices and beautiful buildings.

However, a year ago, a cloud came over this property,

a cloud in the shape of a killer Santa Claus.

Three couples were partying after hours

in one of the storage units, when they were killed off one

by one by an ax wielding killer Santa Claus.

Three of the bodies are still missing.

Sarah Caldwell was the only survivor and only suspect.

However, there was not enough evidence to arrest her.

I'm here now with owner of Chapman Storage, Monte Chapman.

Thank you for joining me today.

How has the storage business been treating you now?

- Oh, the storage business is treating me very well.

Thank you.

I am pleased and happy to report and repeat the news

that we are reopened in fact to the public,

and we have storage units available.

And it's been a year or so since we had the supposed

predator who did something and injured some party goers.

But yeah, as you can see, it's a beautiful day.

Our tenants are smiling.

Everybody's here having a wonderful time.

- Hey, Monte, how are you?

- Hey, sir, how you doing? - Hi, Christine!

Hi, Mom!

- Sir, please.

(Christine clears throat)

Anything else to report, Monte?

- Chapman Storage is good business.

(remote control rattles)

(woman gasps) (cup shatters)

(eerie muttering)

(suspenseful music)

(woman whimpering)

(woman crying)

(solemn piano music)

- So, I saw him again.

- Who?

- David, I saw David again.

(woman sighs)

- Sarah, I'm sorry.

I thought that had stopped.

- I guess not.

(sighs) He was right there, covered in blood.

Just like at the storage facility.

- Why do you think this is happening again?

- Maybe because it's the one-year anniversary, you think?

- How long have we known each other?

- Around a year, I guess.

- Do you trust me?

- (laughs) Of course I do.

- I think you should start dating again.

No, no, no, it will be good for you.

- I don't know, I'm not really ready to date yet.

- It's been a year.

- I know, I just.

(sighs) But what if it happens again?

- It was one man, Sarah.

What are the chances of that ever even happening again?

- Have you seen the Die Hard movies?

- Really?

Are you comparing yourself to the Die Hard movie?

Have you ever even seen any of the Die Hard films?

- I've seen like one, I think.

I don't remember which one it was.

- Oh god, forget Die Hard, Sarah.

Life isn't a movie, it doesn't repeat itself.

What happened happened, that's it.

- I know.

I just really don't know what to do.

I mean, I feel kind of out of touch

with the whole dating scene.

- It's easy.

Next time you see a guy you like just go up and talk to him.

- Thanks, Dr. Phil.

- Well, it's not rocket science.

Dating hasn't changed that much in one year.

- I don't know.

I mean, where would I go?

Those online dating websites

just seem to have guys that only want one thing.

And I really don't want to meet another psycho, literally.

- Well.

Why don't you try a bookstore?

- Why a bookstore?

- You like to read?

- Yeah.

- Well, go for an intellectual.

Plus, you can easily start up a conversation with them.

- Okay.

(laughs) Okay, I'll do it.

- Great!

So, which one are you gonna go to?

- I'll go to Amber Unicorn Book later,

and I guess we'll see what happens.

- You better call me if you meet someone.

- Oh, you will be the first to know.

- Great.

(both laughing)

(birds chirping)

(gentle piano music)

(heels clacking)

- Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry. (books crashing)

- God, I'm so sorry.

- No, no, no, no, it's my fault.

You know I just got lost in the world books, you know?

(Eric laughs)

'Tis the season.

- What?

- Dickens, have you read it?

- A long time ago, here.

- Not a fan?

- I'm not a fan of Christmas.

- Really?

- I don't want to talk about it.

I should go, I'm sorry.

- No, wait, I.

Don't mean to ask, but I mean

could I at least take you out for dinner?

Talk some more?

- Why?

We just met, I know nothing about you.

- My name's Eric, and you know I like Dickens.

- Look, dinner just doesn't seem like a good idea.

I mean, you seem like a really nice guy,

but you didn't even yell at me when I ran into you.

I just...

- How about-- - I haven't dated anybody

in a long time. - How about this?

We can meet at the restaurant,

and there's gonna be lots of people.

So, gonna hopefully have some conversations,

get to know each other.

And if it doesn't work out

you can just skip out, you know, before dessert.

- Okay, you have a date.

But if it doesn't feel right, I get to leave.

No questions asked.

- No questions asked.

- No questions asked. - No questions asked, yup.

- Okay.

Here is my number and

let me know the time and place.

(paper tearing)

- Thank you, it was nice to meet you too, Sarah.

- It was nice to talk to you too, Eric.

Talk to you soon.

- Talk to you soon. (chuckles)

(heels clacking)

(Eric laughs)

(Eric sighs)

- So, did you meet someone?

- He's okay.

- Is he cute?

- (laughs) Yeah, he is cute.

- Well, just how many guys did you talk to?

- Just Eric.

- Hm, I think you should be playing the field

a little bit more.

- I like him, he makes me laugh.

It feels like I've known him forever.

- I'm happy for you, Sarah.

Are you happy for Sarah?

- We'll see.

I'm a little nervous.

I'm glad it's just dinner,

and he's not taking me to meet his mother or anything.

- Oh God, no.

That would be bad.

If he suggests that you need to run to the hills.

- Oh shit, I have to go.

- Yeah, don't be late.

- Thanks, Mom.

- You wish I was your mom.

Call me later.

- I will.

Thanks for everything.

- That's what friends are for.

Bye.

(both laughing)

- You just keep eating your Gerber baby food.

- It's tomato soup and it's delicious.

- It looks like squish squash. (laughs)

- No, it's soup, it's so good.

- Can I ask you a personal question?

- Maybe.

Okay, go for it.

- I think I've seen you on the news.

- I should go.

- No, wait, don't please.

I didn't mean it like that.

- What did you mean it like then?

- You're very brave, and it takes a strong woman

to get through that night the way you did.

- You believe me?

The police still don't even believe that there

were two other people there that committed the murders.

- I believe in you 100%.

- Thank you.

That means a lot to me.

- So, the authorities were never able

to find the other two bodies?

(eerie whooshing)

(eerie muttering)

- Merry Christmas, I missed you too.

(suspenseful music)

- Sarah?

- Um.

No, I made it out of the building

and collapsed on the street, woke up in the hospital.

- Well, what happened after you woke up?

- I told the police what happened.

They went back to the storage facility.

They found my friends,

but they couldn't find the bodies of the two killers.

- The bodies just disappeared?

- This is going to sound weird.

I think somebody took them.

- Who could have done that?

- There was this really weird guy

that opened the door for me.

He was carrying a clown costume.

- A clown costume? - I know it's creepy, right?

I mean, what was he doing there at 5AM

carrying a clown costume?

- I don't know, beats me. - Right?

- So.

Do you know who the killers are?

(guests chattering)

- Yeah.

I was dating one of them.

- What, you were dating one of them?

- Yeah.

I mean, I didn't know it then obviously, but, um.

His name was David,

and he turned out to be a real psychopath.

- So, what about the other person?

- David had an older brother that I knew nothing about.

His name was Nick.

David called him Saint Nick.

He wore a Santa suit.

- Really?

Santa suit? - Yeah.

- I guess he'd stand out in a crowd.

- It's Vegas, nobody would notice.

What did set him apart was that he

swung an ax instead of handing out candy canes.

Both David and Nick were so obsessed with Christmas.

- I guess that's why you don't like Christmas so much.

- Yeah.

Christmas will never be the same again.

- Well, I think that you are a very lucky woman

who underwent this traumatic experience

and came out of it unscathed.

And I am extremely lucky to be spending with you tonight.

What?

What, did I say something wrong?

- Do you want to get out of here?

- Yeah.

Hey, where do you want to go?

- Back to your place?

Do you live far?

- No, I don't live very far.

- Good.

We'll drink.

- All right.

Waiter, check.

(both laughing)

(crickets chirping)

- I like your apartment.

- Thanks, I try to keep it pretty clean.

♪ Been hoping that you drop in ♪

- I hope you like your cocktail.

It's one of my crazy, wild creations.

- I'm sure I will.

(dramatic music)

♪ So really I'd better scurry ♪

♪ Beautiful please don't worry ♪

- [Eric] Um.

You really shouldn't have looked at that.

- How do you David and Nick?

- I'm the middle brother.

You know, I guess you didn't figure that out,

the age difference between the two of them, huh?

- No, I was too busy being chased

by a psycho in a Santa suit.

- Oh.

You know, I'd really like to do this easily and drug you.

But I guess the hard way will do just fine.

(fist smashing)

♪ But it's cold outside ♪

- Yeah.

Yeah, she's tied up in the back seat.

(tense music)

Are you ready?

Is everything set?

Good.

Ah, this is way too easy.

No, no, no, no!

We're not gonna fuck this up the way David

and Nick did, all right?

You just. (sighs)

You just make sure everything is ready

before I get there, all right?

I gotta go.

The little bitch just woke up.

(suspenseful music)

Not gonna happen.

(fist smashing)

- Sarah.

Sarah, wake up?

Sarah.

Sarah, wake up.

It's time to wake up.

- David, is that you?

- Fuck you!

Don't you mention his name!

- Eric?

Where am I?

What's happening?

- Don't you recognize this place?

You should.

It's where you murdered my two brothers.

- Eric, no.

Nick killed David.

- Liar!

You killed both of them! - No.

I loved David. (gasps)

(elevator honking)

(suspenseful music)

- You're a little liar, Sarah.

And you're gonna get what a little liar deserves.

(elevator honking)

- Eric, what's going on?

Who's in the elevator?

- Get ready to meet the ghost of Christmas past.

Sarah.

I'd like you to meet my Uncle Kris.

- Really, like Kris Kringle?

- No, that's stupid.

What do I look like, an eight year old?

He's my uncle and his name is Kris.

(Eric groans)

You clean up, well.

- Look, I had to after last night.

(Eric laughs)

You ready?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm ready.

Where are we gonna do this?

- There's an empty unit, other side of the building.

- Eric, please.

I did kill Nick, but I didn't kill David.

Nick killed David, I saw it.

You have to believe me.

- You're a liar.

You're a liar!

And you know what happens to liars?

They burn.

Now, come on.

Why would Nick kill David, they were brothers.

They were my brothers!

- And my nephews!

I miss them every goddamn day!

- I don't know why Nick killed David.

I guess Nick just wanted to kill everyone.

- When it comes down to it,

is you killed Nick and that's all that matters.

- It's good enough for me.

- Oh, and by the way,

I was the one that removed Nick and David's bodies.

- What?

Why, why did you even do that?

- 'Cause I was the ride home.

I came to check up on them to make sure they were okay.

Instead I found them dead.

- Why did you remove their bodies?

They killed my friends.

- Because family is family, and that's all that matters.

- It didn't matter to Nick!

- Shut you're fucking mouth!

(Eric panting)

Where's the gasoline?

- I didn't bring it.

- You were supposed to bring the gasoline tank!

Where is it? - It's downstairs.

- Why didn't you bring it up here?

- I wanted to make a dramatic entrance!

(Eric groans)

- Go downstairs and grab the gasoline, please.

- Okay, fine!

Sure!

- Okay.

- In five minutes, you're toast!

- You can't set me on fire!

- But baby it's cold outside.

And it's about to get a lot warmer in here.

About 1100 degrees warmer. (laughs maniacally)

(ax squelches) (Eric groans)

(Eric gags)

(Eric groans) (ax clatters)

- Thank you.

Who are you?

- My name is Tara.

(elevator honking)

- We need to get out of here. - Okay.

- Okay.

(elevator honking)

- Fucker!

Let's go!

(tense music)

(Kris screams)

(Kris panting)

(flesh crunching)

(Kris grunts) (ax rattles)

- You better run, you fucking bitch!

I'm gonna find you!

I'm gonna rip your heart out

through your fucking throat and eat it!

(loud blasting)

- Oh, he's fucking pissed.

- He thinks I did it.

Where are we going?

- This way.

- I promise, I'll find her and I'll gut the little bitch!

(tense music)

(knocking)

(gate clattering)

- Get in here, it's safe.

(gate clattering)

(suspenseful music)

- One of these things, I'll fucking.

(mutters indistinctly)

I'll stab it over and over, you goddamn hooker!

Fucking!

(Kris laughs)

Nothin' wrong with goin' old school.

(door clatters)

- Thank you for saving me.

- You're welcome.

This is James, he's my boyfriend.

- I recognize you.

- I don't think so.

- You were on the news.

- What do you mean?

What news?

(gentle music)

- She's Sarah Caldwell.

The only survivor from the storage massacre last year.

- That's you?

- Yup, that's me.

I'm Sarah Caldwell.

- Holy shit.

- Shut up, James.

You've been here before?

This is the place where all your friends were murdered.

- Yeah.

Here I am again.

(sighs) I swore I would never

enter another storage facility again.

- What do those guys want with you?

- Revenge.

- They were going to set you on fire.

- Revenge, plain and simple.

They blame me for murdering two of their family members.

- The news said that there's two bodies missing,

and you're the only suspect.

- That's what the reports say.

(gentle music)

(Sarah sighs)

I killed one of the brothers, Nick.

He murdered my, well, boyfriend at the time, David.

- And those two assholes blame you.

- I got you.

- What are you guys doing here?

- We're homeless.

We're using a storage unit to sleep in.

- Everything was fine until these a-holes

showed up yesterday.

No one knew we were here until now.

- There's actually three of us, but our friend Jennifer went

to pee and now she's missing.

- I'm really sorry to hear that,

but we have got to get out of this building now.

Things aren't going to end well for any of us.

- Okay, what do we do?

That psycho Santa could be anywhere.

- Do you have any weapons or anything?

- No, we don't.

We weren't expecting this.

We just wanted a safe place to sleep.

(gate clatters)

- This one's for Eric!

- (screams) Ah, stop!

(gate rattling)

(suspenseful music)

- James!

(James screaming) (hand banging)

Dear god, no!

(suspenseful music)

- There's nothing you can do.

He's dead.

(women panting)

(tense music)

- I have to go back for him.

- Listen to me, James is dead.

And so are we, if we don't get out of here.

(elevator beeping)

(Tara whimpering)

- Oh please, please.

- We're going to get out of here.

(elevator beeping)

(suspenseful music)

(hand banging)

How could the same thing happen to the same girl twice?

- This is all your fault!

- [Sarah] What?

(Tara whimpering)

I'm so sorry this is happening to you.

- James is dead because of you!

If you died a year ago, this wouldn't be happening to us.

- Oh really?

How do I know you're not with them?

I trusted David and now all of my friends are dead!

- How can I be a part of this?

James is dead!

- I never actually saw him die.

Maybe this is just some big, giant plan

to get me alone so you can murder me!

(elevator door whooshing)

(elevator beeping)

- Let's get out of here.

(beeping)

We need to go.

(keypad beeping)

They installed key pads because

of what happened last year.

- But it's not working!

(keypad beeping)

Hurry, Tara!

(Tara groans) (hands slap)

- I'm trying!

James knows the code.

(keypad beeping) - Hurry!

- I got it.

(keypad beeping)

It's his birth year.

(Sarah shouts)

(suspenseful music)

(Kris shouts)

(Kris screams)

(foot banging)

(women gasping)

(coffee splashes)

- What are you two doing here?

You're not supposed to be here after hours.

- We're running.

- From who?

- From him.

(suspenseful music)

- Stay behind me.

- Hope you brought a gun.

- 100 lumens means I can blind him for up to 10 minutes.

- Who brings a flashlight to an ax fight?

- Hey man, you ain't supposed to be here.

Don't make me light you up.

(ax whooshing) (ax squelching)

(guard spitting)

I don't get insurance till next week.

(women screaming)

(Kris shouting)

(women screaming)

(Kris screaming)

- Shit, I thought this was the way outside.

(footsteps pattering)

- We're gonna end up right back where we started.

(footsteps pattering)

(latch clattering)

There has to be a way outta here.

- They call this place the maze for a reason.

We'll find the exit.

(gate clattering)

(suspenseful music)

(gate clattering)

- I'm sorry for what I said back there.

'Cause I didn't mean it.

- It's okay, I didn't mean it either.

(gentle music)

Maybe we can hide in here, figure out a plan.

- Okay, sounds good.

(gate clattering)

(Tara screaming)

(dramatic thudding)

Jennifer!

(Kris grunts)

(door clatters)

(tense music)

- He probably heard you.

- Sorry.

- It's okay, but we have to go.

(Kris grunting) (blade squelching)

No!

(Tara coughs)

(suspenseful music)

- That was for Nick.

Now, I'm gonna kill you for David!

- Fuck you, I didn't kill David!

(Sarah screams) (blade rattles)

(footsteps pattering)

(tense music)

(footsteps pattering)

(tense music)

(footsteps pattering)

(door clattering)

(door clattering)

(tense music)

- [Man] She's mine, they're all mine.

You think they're all garbage.

- [Kris] Plan her, I got a present for her!

(Sarah screams)

(Sarah panting)

(door clattering)

(Sarah panting)

(tense music)

- Hey, wannabe Santa fuck!

I did murder both your fucking nephews,

and they were crying little bitches.

Little old me took them out.

You want me, come and get me.

(Kris shouts) (Sarah shouts)

(footsteps pattering)

(tense music)

- [Kris] Sarah, I'm coming for you!

(tense music)

(door clatters)

(eerie growling)

(footsteps pattering)

(door clatters)

Where are you, bitch?

I can smell you.

(eerie music)

Only one of us is leaving this unit alive.

(eerie music)

I killed all your friends quickly.

I'm gonna make you suffer!

(knife squelching) (Kris groans)

- I could cut your head off like I did that prick, Nick,

but I won't.

(knife rattles)

Because that would be showing mercy.

(Kris groans) (canister rattles)

- [Kris] Do your fucking worst!

- [Sarah] Don't worry, I will.

- [Kris] This isn't over.

- [Sarah] Oh, twice is more than enough.

- [Kris] There might be a third!

- [Sarah] Not in my Xmas story.

(lighter clicking) (Kris screaming)

(Sarah shouts)

(Kris screaming) (flames crackling)

(somber piano music)

(foot thumping)

(elevator door clatters)

(elevator beeping)

(elevator door clatters)

(elevator door clatters)

(elevator beeping)

(foot thumps)

- Hold on, one second, I got it.

(lock clicking) (door clattering)

- Thanks.

Again.

(suspenseful music)

♪ Ha ♪

♪ Ha ♪

♪ Ha ♪

♪ Ha ♪

♪ Ha ♪

- And you all think online dating's bad.

Apparently the old fashioned way is no better.

I have a distinct feeling that Sarah will not be dating

or celebrating Christmas for a very long time.

I hope you enjoyed these scary sagas, I know I did.

This is Dr. Boobenstein saying thank you

for watching Frightvision.

(ominous music)