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(eerie music intensifies)

Wait.

Hello?

I'm all alone out here.

Now you kids gather around.

In this house,

there is something special going down.

(evil laughter)

I've got it, hon.

It was Howdy Doody and the Lone Ranger.

Attention, all listeners. Attention, all listeners.

Authorities at the Grandville Asylum for criminally insane

are advising of an escaped and dangerous patient.

Rodney Allen Barrett, known to the public

as the Willow Woods Wolfman.

The axe wielding Barrett was deemed criminally insane

and sentenced to the facility for life,

following his arrest for the moonlit reign of terror that

resulted in the deaths of at least 17 persons

from Willow Woods County with more victims suspected.

Sheriff Walton Flynn has instituted an immediate curfew.

Trick or treaters are to return home at once.

Bullshit.

You're saying that the Wolfman killed Frank?

Yeah.

- Nah, June did - No way.

That's the way I heard it too.

He was a dick and she killed him.

- Not this lovey-dovey shit. - You're wrong.

I mean, the Wolfman killed her father.

I hardly believe that if her dad died that way,

she would have been too cavalier of replicating axe murder.

What?

June's father was George Harris,

the policeman that Barrett killed in 44.

No, he wasn't.

That's just cheap storytelling.

Next you're gonna tell us Laurie Strode is Michael Myers' sister.

It was her father.

He was Sheriff Flynn's partner back then

and Barrett killed him.

It would be more like...

June, seeing you cowering,

the precipice of death like this, I must say.

You've got your father's eyes.

(screams)

No, nope. You're full of shit.

Why did the Wolfman come here for them?

Because it's the closest friggin' house to the asylum.

- So it's just a coincidence? - Yes.

The story is that Frank was a real bastard.

Attention, all listeners. Attention, all listeners.

Authorities at the Granville Asylum for the criminally insane

are advising of an escaped and dangerous patient.

Rodney Allen Barrett,

known to the public as the Willow Woods Wolfman,

deemed criminally insane

and sentenced to the facility for life,

the public are advised that Barrett

is considered extremely dangerous.

Sheriff Walken Flynn has instituted an immediate curfew.

Trick or treaters are to return home at once.

So she kills him in revenge?

Yeah, it's classic.

That isn't classic, it's cliche.

Oh, you won't get behind a good

old-fashioned story of vengeance?

But she's right. You called off my story

for being too sweet or whatever.

But yours is a total rip-off.

It is a bit like a doll through the house.

No way. In and out of the house,

she kills him because she was having an affair.

This is completely different motivation.

Yeah, she's defending herself here.

She's way more well-rounded.

Not really. You overacted

motivated by the man in your story.

She still doesn't have in depth.

Him being a bad person doesn't make her well-rounded.

It's just bad writing.

Okay, I will not take criticism

from a precipice of death, okay?

Now you kids gather around.

Oh, in this house, there is

something special in here.

Attention, all listeners. Attention, all lis--

The Grandville Asylum for criminally insane--

...known to the public as the Willow Woods Wolfman.

The moonlit reign of terror that resulted in the deaths of

at least 17 persons from Will--

Trick or treaters are to return home at once.

So, let's return home at once?

(ominous music)

(ominous music intensifies)

You've gotta come quick, it's my husband.

I just came home and he's been murdered.

It's horrifying.

I think it was that man from the news.

My name is June Marsters and we live at 33 Gibson's Close.

That should be fine, just hurry.

(eerie music)

(glass shatters)

What are you doing?

It's locked or something. I was just hoping...

- Of course. - What?

- Spectral transcendentalism.

- I can't even with you sometimes.

- What the hell is spectral?

We can like interact with them.

- When I reached out. - He doesn't...

- But if her hand went through it,

how did we knock the axe over?

- I don't know, it seems like a residual haunting

because the residue is getting thicker.

- Gross.

You guys, maybe this is a conversation

for when we're not in a freaking haunted house.

Where are you going? - There's a back door.

Does this spectral transmission thing mean they can touch us?

Transcendentalism.

Whatever. Can the axe murderers murder us with axes?

I don't think so. Maybe.

Get down! June, Get down!

(screams)

Put it down, you son of a bitch!

George, I am so sorry.

It all really happened.

It really happened right here.

What?

The... shit.

I thought... I thought it was just a legend.

Wait, none of you believed it.

Then why the hell did we come here?

It's a creepy old house on Halloween.

Now you kids gather around!

Attention, all listeners! Attention, all listeners!

Get down!

Put it down, you son of a bitch!

- What, is it my breath? - No, I'm just gonna go pee.

Well, hurry back before I go limp.

- Eric, did you get fucking lost?

- Better be fucking dead.

- Eric!

No!

No! No, no!

- Come on, let's go, sir. Do not fall.

- Come on.

- Listen, I want this entire area sealed off.

- Steven, how are we holding up?

- This is why I don't watch horror movies.

- Keep an eye on him. - He's only got one.

Fuck, Kevin.

This is really bad.

Do we have any id on them yet?

- Eric Ambrosio and Michael Emelov.

I mean, we already notified the parents.

- It doesn't look like anything's been taken.

Their wallets, cell phones, everything's still here.

This wasn't a robbery gone wrong.

The multiple stab wounds, escaped in makeup.

The MO is familiar.

Can you call Analytics and have their phone messages checked?

- You are...

Yeah, no, I actually left my work phone at home.

- Again? - Yeah, okay, listen, my sister's coming.

She'll be here in a minute. She's bringing it.

(phone ringing)

- Hey, it's Faye, thanks for calling.

I'm not here right now, so please leave me a message

or just text me,

because I'm probably not gonna listen anyway.

Thanks, bye.

- Hey, Faye, it's your sister.

Listen, so I'm calling from this number

because I left my phone on your counter this morning.

I really need you or mom to bring it to me ASAP, if you can.

When you get here, just stay behind the table, okay?

I'll come out to you.

I'm gonna text you to the address now.

All right, love you both, bye.

Faye!

- Seriously, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver.

I know.

You owe me big time.

To our next coffee date, how about that?

But seriously, get out of here

before you miss your morning class.

Oh, I already missed it, you know, saving your ass and all.

Oh, okay, good.

But you should get back to that.

Yeah, I'm gonna deal with that.

- No, seriously, thank you. - You're welcome.

- I love you. Get out of here. - I love you.

- Detective Gaudish.

- Oh, good, Wes Burroughs,

author of "The Staten Pretty Face Laying".

- So is it him?

- You would love for it to be him, wouldn't you?

- Jess.

- Jess! - You know what?

I would like to keep my job, not do yours for you,

so if you'll excuse me.

- Detective O'Neil, how are you?

- So what's Paul doing here? Working on a case?

- Sorry, I think I just lost track of time.

- No worries, I still gotta get heck don't inject

all the hell out of here.

- One for the road?

- I think I'm good, thank you though.

You know, you're my favorite.

Shit.

Forgot my wallet though, be right back.

You're too trusting, you know that, right?

(screams)

- Can we just stay in and watch Psycho tonight?

- Babe, come on.

I spent a week on this outfit.

You know how long it took me to get my hair like this?

Come on, please. - Fine.

- Listen, tell you what.

We'll go, we'll stay for three hours,

we'll hang out, and then we'll come home

and watch whatever horror movies you wanna watch, okay?

- Whatever. You're lucky I love you.

- Stop it now, I mean it.

- They're coming to get you, Barbara.

- Stop it!

You're ignorant.

- They're coming for you, Barbara.

- Stop it, you're acting like a child.

- Trick or treat.

- Jesus, Deam, make sure you don't give the neighborhood

a heart attack, okay?

- No promises. Happy Halloween.

- Happy Halloween, Damien.

- Help, no!

No! Johnny, help me!

Honey.

why don't you just go out for a little bit,

get your mind off-- - Off what?

The fact that my sister is missing?

No one has heard from her in weeks.

Something really bad happened.

- You don't know-- - I do know.

I can't explain it.

I feel it, Mom.

She's not okay.

- Baby, I love you.

And I love Jess. You're my daughters.

I won't give up on her.

On you either, okay?

- I'm sorry, Mom.

I...

I know I'm not making it any better.

I'm just really scared.

- It's okay, it's okay.

We'll be okay.

We'll be okay.

(knocking)

- Wow, it's so late.

- Your mother sucks cocks in hell.

Your mother sucks cocks in hell.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. P.

We got milk if you need it for the Cheerios.

- That's okay, Frankie.

Dad, get milk for Mrs. P.

- How are you, Pete?

- Yeah, so this is for the trick or treat.

- You like it?

It's going to scare the crap out of the kids this year.

I got a lot of new things planned.

I got the little zombies. - That's nice.

- I got so many cool things.

- I'm gonna go now, Frankie.

I gotta go make breakfast.

- Is Alex sick or something?

Mrs. P. - Alex.

- Yeah, no, he's good.

You see, with the radio games, you know?

- It's just that I haven't seen him for a while,

and I was wondering if I could come over and--

- He actually isn't feeling so good.

- What's wrong?

- I'll tell him you say hello.

- It's only me, Alex.

I'll leave your breakfast.

You know, Alex?

It's not really safe to have your radio games

so close to the wall.

I know... I know. But it's unsafe.

I didn't... Couldn't trust the wall.

Seymour!

I didn't mean it.

Oh my God, Glenn.

Well, I'm sorry, Ann.

Cut it out already.

Jesus.

Shut up. Shut up.

Shut up!

Maybe he's hungry. I'll fix him up fluff and...

Sit down.

Baby Glenna.

He wants an ass.

Always an ass.

Don't talk about your son like that.

He's not my son. He's a useless obt.

They're hiring at the ball of rammer!

Nah.

Here we go.

That good dream. Kill a buffalo.

Get some good frost. Do it, Haus.

Here he comes. Chicken patty.

Crabbing all the time, Haus. Waking me up.

You deserve more than this.

You're disgraced with a piccolo.

You can't. You need your warehouse.

They're looking for the head down there. There's too many.

Where are you?

I can't do that, Alex.

I can't do that.

Please, Alex.

Good cocoa, Mrs. P.?

Huh?

So, where's Alex?

Alex?

I brought the monster game.

Let me out, Mrs. P. Let me out, please.

Let me out, Mrs. P. Let me out.

Let me out, Mrs. P.

Let me out, Mrs. P.

Let me out!

No, Alex, no, no, no!

Alex, no!

Eat like a big boy.

Back away from the tub, ma'am.

He's just a boy. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

He's had a lot of problems in his life.

I said get the hell back!

Mace her.

[screaming]

Give me your hand.

I know you are in there, asshole!

I'm gonna count to three!

Come on, you fucking jerk!

He's just scared.

I don't have time for this shit, asshole!

Three!

No!

No!

Southland,

will I see the Virginia Grand?

Will I see the hills of Georgia

and the green fields of Alabama?

Will I see the little church house

where I pledge my heart and hand?

Oh, Boney, tell me, could it please,

where my soul passed through the South.

You better walk faster than you bleed.

Come on, kid.

The bullet barely grazed you.

And maybe if you weren't so quick to draw,

I wouldn't have taken one in the first place.

Well, maybe, if you'd have been quicker,

they wouldn't have had a chance.

That wasn't a plan, Hern.

Yeah?

Well,

plans change.

What the hell's the matter with you, son?

Oh, no, you ain't shirking my half.

Not after all we've been through.

What the hell are you talking about?

Your half is right beside you.

You ain't right, kid.

This desert's making you lose your mind.

No, you were...

- No, I... - No, you don't get it.

You are out of food.

You're out of water.

You're out of bullets.

Oops.

If those Billy Ains couldn't catch me,

what chance do you reckon that you had, huh?

Now, I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful

for you muling all my gold all this way,

because God knows that I never

could have done this without your...

I've been through the mill,

but I ain't ever seen anything like that before.

Mmm.

Come on, now.

Give it to me.

Hello there, sister.

Where are you coming from?

You are a long way from church.

Well, you deaf or something?

You take one of them bowels of silence?

Ain't those monks?

Hell, I don't know.

Been many moons since I walked with Jesus.

It's awfully big of you to give the last of your water

to two lost souls like us.

[speaking in foreign language]

What's she saying?

You live, I live.

You sure ain't no nun.

So what is it with that getup, sister?

[speaking in foreign language]

Well, come on.

She said a nun was her last meal.

You mean a nun fed her the last meal.

Tell no one.

Tell no one what?

See there, bone?

Now you can tell anyone you'd like.

What the holy hell?

Why would you do that, Herne?

I thought she was pulling on you.

Pulling on me?

She is a nun.

She gave us her water.

She ain't a goddamn nun.

And she's given us a hell of a lot more than water.

The water was enough.

She saved us.

Well, I will think of her fondly

when I'm at the hook shop

spending my hard-earned gold on whiskey

and ladies of the line.

Goddamn it, son.

What's more important to you?

You living or her dying?

Of course.

That's not to say that you'll be living.

Make no mistake about it.

The fact is, you will be buzzard food by sundown.

Tell no one.

It was like I was frozen.

You believe that?

A hundred degrees in that sun.

I could've moved.

I couldn't turn my head.

I just sat there and watched his shadow melt into the sand.

And he just walked away.

I mean, God help me. I know it wasn't him.

I was next to his damn body.

But sure as hell,

there he went.

You ever see one of them hermit crabs?

That's what she was like.

Got herself a new shell and

scuttled off into the sunset.

Sounds like you met an igual.

You dumb bitch!

A gimp and get me another one!

Play your fucking cards!

It's not true.

It's true enough for her.

There's a Navajo myth about a sin eater.

Stories grandmothers told to make sure the children behaved.

You think you're the first for Carol to come in here

telling me stories about hallucinations?

There was no hallucination.

It was real.

Well, if it was real,

you know you're not supposed to tell nobody.

Sweetheart.

You are nobody.

Then why?

Why what?

Why tell me?

Why not?

Because I warned you.

(screaming)

Tell no one.

Happy Halloween.

Uh,

you okay?

Hey, hey, hey. I'm not gonna hurt you.

I made you a drink.

Take it.

(chuckles)

Are you gonna tell me your name?

You're getting dirt all over my couch.

What are we gonna do about that?

I'll be in the living room.

Who the hell are you?

Reverend Nathaniel Ingersoll.

I have a warrant for the arrest of Sarah Davis.

I insist on entering.

It shall not take long.

You gotta be shitting me.

Uh, hey, girl.

Hello?

Hey, fucking Mayflower!

You better leave before I call the cops.

Uh, girl?

Quit!

How the hell--

Where is she?

Stay close.

You come on this dark magic.

You are not far with hell. You will not deny it.

Confess yourself!

Gotcha.

What do you think, Kev? How'd he do?

A true Abigail Williams.

But a lot less cute.

Who are you people?

Verbal abuse.

Stolen clothes.

Locked in a shower room.

Naked.

Any of that ring a bell?

Any?

Don't get me started on what he did to me.

It wasn't just high school, was it?

Then come social media.

Six years ago, on this very night,

you slandered both of our names

across every Twitter feed in Salem.

Correction, entire country.

Do you have any idea what it's like to

burn at the stake for things you didn't say?

Things you didn't do?

(mumbling)

It was just a stupid prank, a stupid fucking prank.

- That was more than a prank. - Please, I'm sorry, okay?

Fun fact about witch hunting,

you throw one in a river, chances are,

you're gonna sink, but throw in a dozen.

You are gonna get something afloat.

Please.

No.

Please, no.

No, no.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

(evil laughter)

♪ I'm still here waiting for you ♪

Take your seat.

Take your time, sweetheart.

You seem really good.

I bet that's not the only thing you're really good at.

True that. Are you any good at singing too?

I'm really good at making girls like you sing.

My mic is top of the line.

All you need to do is plug it in.

I think it will work better unplugged.

How so?

You made a big mistake.

You're about to find out

my dick is bigger than yours, sweetheart.

(mumbling)

I love my... my ass.

Fuck this place.

Whoa!

I fucked her.

The singer, I fucked her good.

She had no panties.

She was ready for the job.

Hey.

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

Hey, Pablo, did you fuck her?

I've got one of her hoes right now.

What the fuck is your problem?

[speaking in foreign language]

Oh, no! [speaking in foreign language]

This will be cold.

This is gonna be the night of your life, boy.

Sing for me, bitch.

What? Give me some water, bitch.

Sing!

Your singing sucks.

Are you done?

- Yeah, girl. - Cool. Hand me his wallet.

Okay.

We happy?

We happy.

(laughs)

(ominous music intensifies)

(screams)

(burps)