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- Who am I?

My name is Carmilla Karnstein.

When the black plague devastated Europe, I was there.

When depraved witch finders walked the Earth, I was there.

And when my condemned sisters were flayed and burned alive,

I was there.

Some call me a witch, others think me a demon, fools!

Shall I tell you my secret?

Carmilla Karnstein is more than a woman,

more than a witch, for your eyes behold a guise.

Do you hear me, poor mortal?

Down on your knees.

(cackling)

- Nice to see all my ghostly ghouls again.

I'm Debbie, your favorite graveyard slut,

and we have a very special episode

of Debbie Does Demons for you tonight.

We are turning the clocks back to 1723,

as we explore the life of the most notorious witch bitch

who's ever humped a broom.

A salacious slut, who gave even skeletons a boner.

The queen of naked evil, Carmilla Karnstein.

(groaning)

Stop that!

Where were we?

Ah yes, Carmilla.

She was always on the prowl for luscious virgin booty.

One taste of her orgasmic love smoothie,

and they were hot, horny, and hell bent.

Imagine flesh sliding against flesh,

twisting writhing bodies,

in Carmilla's personal orgy of the damned.

Now there was only one thing

that could stop her private passion party.

The Witchfinder.

(eerie music)

(music intensifies)

- Don't you know what's about to happen?

This is the greatest night of your life.

You're about to be an offering, a vessel,

to the greatest sorceress who's ever walked the Earth.

My own mother.

- Your mother?

I don't understand.

- My mother passed many of her dark powers on to me,

but not all.

Then, she was caught by the Witchfinder,

burned at the stake,

before she could achieve her great work.

Unleashing demons on the earth to torment the race of man.

- That's the Devil's work.

(laughs)

- My mother was his handmaiden,

and with your virgin blood, I shall summon her spirit

to inhabit your body.

Do you understand?

My mother's great work shall finally come true at last.

- Please let me go.

- Witch!

- No, the Witchfinder!

- Seize the witch!

Carmilla Karnstein, this tribunal condemns you to death!

For your sacrilegious acts of heresy and witchcraft.

Just as I condemned your evil mother Davinia.

Your agony shall be prolonged,

until you plea for your death.

Your eyes, messengers of evil,

shall be burned from their sockets.

Your tongue, poisoned by a thousand blasphemies,

shall be torn from your mouth.

Prepare to meet your mother in Hell.

(laughs)

- Accursed wretches.

You think you can end my evil by destroying my body?

My mother's power goes beyond the grave.

She'll find me another shell to inhabit,

until she is once again ready to rip the gates of Hell open.

Maybe I'll take your body, Witchfinder.

That would be the ultimate jest,

to use a witchfinder's body to do my mother's bidding.

- Silence!

If you shall not hold your tongue, I shall take it!

Now tremble, Witch!

Tremble before the will of God!

(spits)

Behold my face, Witch!

For it is your last sight you shall see on Earth!

(groaning)

(moaning)

The fool is mi... (coughs)

Mine!

(moaning)

The powerful, strong body!

It will serve me well!

- So Carmilla made the Witchfinder her number one bitch.

Legend has it, she still walks the earth today.

Others say she was toasted like a marshmallow

at one of those Salem witch cookouts.

As for me, I like to believe that she's still with us.

And, if I was a witchfinder, I'd be very nervous.

That brings down the curtain on another episode

of Debbie Does Demons.

I'll be back next week.

And remember, if you see ghosty, ghouly, or a goblin

in your neighborhood, call Debbie.

Bye!

- Wow, Debbie is so cool you guys.

I hope I get to meet her one day.

- She's got a bangin' little bod.

Maybe she'd let me in her chamber of secrets.

- Adam, if you even touch that skank without me,

I will put your balls in a blender.

- (laughs) Sounds kinky, I might be down for this.

- Adam, whatever you two are about to do,

take it to the bedroom.

No one wants to see that, especially me.

- Wait wait wait, hold on hold on.

Let him stay.

- Lauren!

- Listen, I've got a really really cool idea,

and I need four of us for it.

- What's that, naked twister?

Because I'm definitely down for it.

- Not today, Adam.

Maybe another time.

Tonight, I think that we should talk to the spirit

of Carmilla Karnstein.

- That witch from the T. V?

- Room.

Listen you guys, Carmilla was a real person, okay?

She was alive 300 years ago.

She had amazing, crazy, witchy powers.

She was some sort of, like, amazing sorceress.

Don't you guys think that it would be really cool

to talk to her?

- Wait, since when did you become an expert on witches?

- Well, I've been doing lots of research on Carmilla

ever since I got my genealogy report back.

And get this,

it says that I'm a direct descendant of Carmilla.

Don't you guys see?

This is why I brought you over here,

so that you guys could watch Debbie with me.

I knew she was gonna talk about Carmilla.

- Okay wait, this is crazy.

So you are directly related to a real witch?

- Yeah.

- Okay Lauren, I need you to please do me this favor.

I need you to put a spell on Adam,

so he lasts longer than two minutes in bed, please.

(laughter)

- [Adam] We're not supposed to talk about that.

- I'm sorry, babe.

- Listen listen listen, seriously guys.

I have an Ouija board.

I say that we talk to Carmilla.

- You can talk to dead people with an Ouija board?

- Yeah.

- I want to talk to Kurt Cobain.

- Why?

So he can say if you smell like teen spirit?

- (whispers) Fuck you, Adam.

- Oh my God, guys.

It's my Ouija board, I say that we talk to Carmilla now.

Would you guys like some wine?

Because I've heard that a little wine

will really help you guys get in touch with the spirits.

- Okay well you had me at wine, let's do this.

- [Jan] So, what you're saying is

that you want all of us to get drunk,

and talk to a bunch of ghosts.

Is that right?

- Yeah.

- Keep me liquored up, and I be your mama.

(upbeat music)

- Really good show tonight, Debbie.

- (scoffs) Don't you mean really cheap show?

Is our budget so low that my director has to play a zombie?

And don't think I didn't notice you trying to cop a feel.

- (laughs) Hey, I was getting into character.

- (scoffs) Yeah, whatever.

- And you almost had me goin' tonight.

All that talk about witches, spooky.

- It's all real Eddie.

Carmilla Karnstein really existed,

and for all we know, she could still exist among us today.

- Oh yeah well, I can't see her.

Me on the other hand, I'm right here.

And I got a bottle of Lynchburg's finest,

and I don't mind sharing.

- Gosh, with little old me?

I must be a lucky girl.

- Was kind kind of hoping I'd be the one

to get lucky tonight.

- (laughs) I bet you were Eddie.

But you know, talking about demons and witches

really takes it out of a girl.

I think I'm gonna head home and get a little beauty sleep,

if that's okay with you?

- Well, I was thinking...

- And you keep right on thinking, Eddie.

A girl can take one look at you,

and notice that you're a very deep thinker.

- Wow, Debbie.

You really mean that?

- Every word, Eddie.

Goodnight.

- You know what?

I think that babe likes me.

- Carmilla Karnstein, I summon you.

Carmilla, do you hear me?

- Ask her if she knows Kurt Cobain.

- This is the voice of Lauren,

one of your devotees, your flesh and blood.

Do you hear me?

Please answer me.

Look into my soul, Carmilla. Feel the blood that links us.

Are you with us?

Please, we come to you with humility, with respect.

(thud in background)

- What the hell was that?

- That was you, wasn't it.

You just kicked under the table, didn't you?

- It wasn't me, it was one of those bitches.

- Did you just call me a bitch?

- If the shoe fits. - Silence!

- Well you little cock sucker, I oughta...

- Guys I feel a presence!

Fingers back on.

Carmilla Karnstein, do you hear me?

I summon you.

Is it you, Carmilla?

Do you hear me?

- Yo fuck this, we're out of here, let's go.

(gagging)

- Lauren, what's happening?

(screaming)

Oh hell no!

This isn't happening, this isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

(shower turns on)

Who's in there?

Who's in the shower?

Hello?

- Don't you recognize me, Jan?

- Who are you?

How do you know my name?

- [Carmilla] You summoned me, my name is Carmilla Karnstein.

- There's no way! You're lying!

Carmilla Karnstein lived 300 years ago!

- But I'm here.

You can see me, yes?

- This is, I've gotta be dreaming.

It was Lauren's fucking wine.

I have to be dreaming, that's...

That's it.

- Am I a dream?

Is this what a dream looks like?

Is this what a dream feels like?

(unearthly music)

(tense music)

(screaming)

Don't resist.

Let it happen.

It can be beautiful.

So beautiful.

- Hey babe, catch.

- What do you think you're doing?

- [Adam] Just chillin', is there anything wrong with that?

- Don't play games with me,

I know exactly what you're doing.

- [Adam] And what would that be?

- (sighs) I've just had the shit scared out of me,

and now you want to be the calm one, the brave one.

You just wanna be in here all chill.

You wanna be chill and screw.

- You say that like it's a bad thing.

- Did it not occur to you that maybe right now

is not the best time to bang?

Like, we just got all freaked out downstairs.

Our best friend, Lauren, is...

We don't know, should we maybe wonder about her?

- Since when is Lauren my best friend?

You know what?

I think you like her, I mean you really like her.

- (laughs) What are you talking about?

- Oh, I know.

I've seen the way that you look at her.

You sure don't look at me that way.

- You are insane, I don't even know why I'm living with you.

You are a sad, pathetic, loser.

You wanna talk about a sick fixation?

You are the one that watches yourself when we bang.

If you can figure out a way to fuck yourself, you would.

- Oh, is that supposed to hurt me?

I find it pretty funny.

- Of course you do, you think everything's a joke.

- Huh, not everything.

I'm starting to think that Ouija board shit,

at first I thought it was a joke,

but now...

- Now what?

- I'm not so sure.

I mean it had Lauren really freaked out.

- Yeah, it really did.

Maybe we should go check on her?

- I guess.

Yeah, we should go check on her.

I thought we were gonna go check on Lauren.

- Yeah, but we both don't need to go do that.

Why don't you just go check on her real quick,

and come back.

Oh, and while your down there,

grab me a bottle of wine and a glass.

- Yes ma'am, anything else?

- Um yeah, there actually is something else.

Can you maybe not be such a big asshole?

- Probably not.

- [Ashley] I didn't think so.

- Shit Lauren, are you okay?

Lauren, Lauren!

Shit, Lauren, what's going on?!

Don't freak me out!

- Adam.

- Who said that, is that you Ash-ley?

- Adam.

- Hey, you're not Ashley.

Who, who, who are you?

- Who am I?

Don't you know?

Didn't you summon me?

- Summon you?

We played with some Ouija board,

and Lauren wanted to talk to some crazy witch.

- Do you think that I'm a witch, Adam?

- Hey, how do you know my name?

Who are you?

- (laughs) I'm a woman unlike you've ever known.

I walked the Earth 300 years ago.

But now... oh, brave new world!

With such creatures in it.

- Lady, tell me the truth.

Who are you, did somebody send you here to freak me out?

To believe in all this witch shit?

If you want me to believe in it, prove it.

And on top of that,

you better not mess with me or my friends.

(laughs)

(gagging)

- Help.

- When you speak to me, get on your knees.

Much better.

Can you guess what happens next?

I shall rip out your heart and feast on your soul.

- (gasps) Shit.

That was a fucked up dream.

What do you think?

That show I did on Carmilla Karnstein

must have really got to me.

Carmilla was alive and turning people into demons.

That's batshit crazy.

(sighs)

I mean, isn't it?

(sighs) Why do I ask you?

You never agree with me anyways.

Oh, you think I'm crazy?

(scoffs) Well thank you very much,

it's nice to know I can count on you

when I'm having a complete breakdown.

Have you ever thought that maybe you're the crazy one?

(laughs) Well, you think about that for a minute,

and I'm gonna go grab a beer.

No you can't have one, sorry.

Ah, my head!

I'm getting an image and a name.

(intense music)

Carmilla?

What the fucking fuck?

- What's taking Adam so long?

He better not be drinking my wine.

Adam, where are you?

Oh my God, Lauren.

Lauren, Lauren?

Lauren?!

Lauren, Lauren.

- What? - Are you okay?

- What happened?

- Um, I'm looking for Adam, and he just disappeared.

- What do you mean?

- Perhaps I could help.

- Lauren, who the hell is that?

- Oh fuck.

- Tell her Lauren.

- It's you, isn't it?

You're here!

- What are you talking about, who is that?

- Ashley, you're looking at...

Carmilla Karnstein!

It's you!

- You sensed it, didn't you?

It's this blood that we share.

I know you, and you know me.

- I summoned you...

I summoned you and you're here!

- From the dust of centuries past, yes Lauren.

Be careful what you wish for.

- Where's Adam, what did you do to him?

- Is he your lover?

Does he satisfy you, Ashley?

Does he make you writhe with pleasure?

- Where is he?

- I need him, I need his flesh.

- You bitch! - No, no, no, no, no!

Don't touch her, don't touch her!

- Very wise.

Lauren knows who I am, and what I can do.

- Please, just please give him to me, please.

- Would you like to see Adam? - Yes!

- Are you sure?

- Yes!

- Adam!

There's someone here to see you.

Adam has a new friend now.

Adam, show Ashley your friend.

- What did you do to them?

- Oh shit, this isn't good.

Oh shit, this isn't good.

- They have a purpose now,

to serve me, forever.

Now, I shall give you a purpose.

- Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!

- No, Ashley, let's go!

Come on, come on, let's go!

Come on!

(cackling)

- Come on, come on, come on, come on!

(cackling)

- Go, go, go, go!

(screaming)

Faster!

(car thuds)

- Ashley?

Ashley, are you okay?

- You just killed him, you just killed him,

you just killed Adam.

You're a murderer, you just killed him!

- Ashley, that wasn't Adam.

I couldn't help it, Ashley.

He was gonna kill us, that wasn't Adam anymore.

- Just let me out of this car...

- No, no, no, no, no.

Jan is back there with that crazy witch bitch.

Do you really wanna go back there?

- (whispers) Oh my God, oh my God.

- Ashley.

Ashley?

Ash?

(heavy breathing)

Ashley?

Ashley, hey.

Ash, Ashley?

Ashley, are you okay?

- You failed!

I gave you the power, my power, the power of our Dark Lord,

and you let them escape!

You must be punished!

I summon you, Dark Prince.

Come forth and take this pitiful flesh

and mold it into your image.

Use this as your vessel, for evil!

(groaning)

(moaning)

(thunder crashes)

(moaning)

(moaning continues)

(intense music)

- Give me that remote.

- Hey, I was watching that.

- Well, I think it's gross.

Don't you have something decent we can watch?

- Define decent.

- Decent, a movie that doesn't make me gag.

- Okay, so that rules out my Lucio Fulci collection, um...

- Don't you have any Sandra Bullock movies?

- No!

- Reese Witherspoon?

- No!

- Taylor Swift?

- Never say that name in this house!

- (scoffs) Now you're just useless to me.

- Well, I have wine.

- Go on.

- Carlo Rossi, Arbor Mist, Yellowtail.

A couple of four-packs of the Sutter Home, hmm?

- Now you're being useful, go fetch!

- Yes, ma'am.

(phone rings)

- Aren't you gonna answer that?

- It doesn't look very important.

- Lauren?

Who is this...

Who exactly is this Lauren person?

- She's a very, very distant friend.

- Well, you should talk to her.

- She's actually kind of a pest.

- Then you should definitely talk to her.

I wanna know what's going on with you and this "pest."

- Hello, Lauren.

Look, no, no.

This is really not a good time right now.

- What did she say?

- Apparently she's being chased by a witch,

her friends Jan and Adam have been turned into demons,

and she wants to come here.

- Is she always like this?

- Eh.

Under no circumstances should you come here,

do not come here!

Listen, make sure you understand what I'm say...

- What'd she say?

- She's on the way.

- I got news for you, she's here.

- Oh God, not good.

(groans)

- Your little crack whore

is having a really, really bad trip.

You need to go talk her down.

- Yeah, I definitely want to know what she's smoking,

'cause maybe she has a little extra.

- Claude!

- Okay, okay, okay.

Here we go.

Oh, Lauren.

- Okay, Claude,

you seriously have no idea what I've been through today.

- Well, I think you said

you were chased by witches and demons.

Just that, right?

No draculas, no trolls, everybody loves trolls.

- Okay, so you don't believe me then?

- Oh no, no, Jessie and I, we believe you.

- I'm staying out of this shit.

- She's after me, Claude.

Carmilla Karnstein is after me.

- Okay.

And who is Carmilla Karnstein?

- The 300 year old witch, Claude.

Let's get with the program, okay?

I need a place to hide.

- Uh, didn't you say your friend Ashley was with you?

- (sighs) Oh my God.

Ashley, I forgot about Ashley.

You have to help me.

You have to help me go get her.

- You mean Ashley can't walk up here by herself?

Did she have a little too much of that (imitates smoking)

- Yeah, real funny Claude, real funny.

Adam spewed all kinds of demon goo all over her,

and she passed out.

- Isn't Adam her boyfriend?

- Uh, was her boyfriend.

Uh, now he's some kind of demon fiend from hell.

- He's a Republican?

- Oh my God.

Claude, just help me go get her.

Come on, let's go.

- Okay.

- Do you see her?

'Cause I sure the fuck don't.

Honestly.

Where is she?

- Bitch aint out here.

- Any luck finding that bitch?

If you ask me, this is a fucking waste of time.

- Oh, what the fuck?!

- Hey, wait for me!

(groaning)

(panting)

- Oh my God.

- What the fuck was that?

- Dude, that was Angela.

- Are all your friends fucking demons?

- It's starting to look that way.

Listen, we need help.

Do you know how to fight a demon?

- I was just getting ready to relax

for a quiet night at home.

I was gonna pop a bottle of Chablis.

I don't, I didn't want to fight demons.

- Wine?

You have wine?

- Yeah, but is this the time to be talking about wine?

- Yes, this is the time for wine.

I just watched my friend chew your friend.

I want to get very, very drunk.

- Okay.

It's in the kitchen.

- Perfect.

- Okay, so I need a little recap

about this little shit storm we got goin' on here.

Can you take it from the top for me?

- Alright, so this whole thing is kind of my fault.

I summoned a 300 year old witch on an Ouija board,

but not just any witch.

I mean the ultimate, badass witch bitch.

Okay, so you summoned her, now you need to un-summon her.

Okay, like make it...

So listen, have you ever seen Debbie Does Demons?

- Is that some kind of porno?

- No, it's a late night cable show with Debbie,

she's a paranormal expert.

She covers ghosts and ghouls and goblins

and sectors and spooks and hates and haunts

and zombies and the paranormal and all that.

Anyway, I bet she would know what to do.

- Okay, well how do we get a hold of her?

- Uh, so the T.V. Station WDFTV I'll just Google it.

Okay, alright.

Okay, okay.

- Is it ringing?

Tell her, tell her to bring, like, an ax.

Oh, tell her to bring a chainsaw.

- Okay, now it's ringing.

(phone rings "All Star" by Smash Mouth)

- You got WDFTV, what do you want?

- Hello?

Okay, my house has been invaded by witches and demons,

I need to talk to Debbie.

- So you're saying you got a real life spook house?

Sounds like a good place for our next episode.

- Yes, absolutely, can you send Debbie over right now?

- I gotta run all this by Debbie first,

why don't you call me back tomorrow.

- Okay, but that might be too late.

Where is Debbie right now?

- Home I guess, I'm not her babysitter.

How do I even know you're legit?

She's got some crazy fuckin' fans.

- But there's a demon outside of my house,

it just ate my friend's date.

- No shit.

Like I said, I gotta run this by Debbie.

You just tell your little demon friend to hold tight.

(laughs)

- So what did he say?

Can we talk to Debbie?

- Hell yeah.

And I know exactly how we're gonna do it.

- It's me again, Debbie, your favorite ghoul friend.

And tonight, I've got a report for you

on a super spooky place,

that makes Amityville look like Pee-wee's Fun House.

That's right, a group of top paranormal ghost whackers

spent a night in this moldy mansion,

and came to a unanimous verdict.

This crib is straight up haunted, peeps.

Need more proof?

Take a look at this.

(eerie music)

- Welcome to the Church of Hallowed Holes.

- Please come inside.

(intense music)

(groaning)

(intense music)

(heavy breathing)

(speaking foreign language)

- I don't know about you,

but if that pesky ghost lays a finger on this girl,

it's gonna be on the receiving end

of a major ghost spanking.

That's all for tonight, come see me next week

on your favorite late night spook show, Debbie Does Demons.

Goodnight.

- And cut.

Good job, Debbie.

I don't know how you do it every week.

- It's called talent, Eddie.

Something that you know nothing about.

- Well, you know, now that we're done,

I was thinking there's this place down the street,

they got these big, huge, thick, juicy,

greasy Italian sausage and peppers.

And I was thinking, you know...

- That you want me to watch you stuff your face?

Mm, tempting, but I think I'll pass.

- Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Uh, there was this chick that called earlier,

something about demons, or witches,

or whatever in her house.

I thought it might be good for the next show.

You wanna check it out?

- Here's a better idea, how about you go check it out

and if you see anything spooky, take a couple selfies,

and maybe I'll put you on next week's show.

Bye.

- Ah!

Who the fuck are you?

- Hi, Debbie.

I'm Lauren, and this is Claude.

- Hi.

- We left a message for you earlier.

- Was the message anything about you breaking into my car?

- We left a message about the witches.

- [Claude] And demons.

- [Lauren] So naturally, we need your help.

- Oh, naturally.

- I mean, you're like an expert on all this stuff right?

Ghouls, zombies, poltergeists.

- Wait, let me get this straight.

You said there was a witch in your house?

- Yeah.

Not like an actual, like, pointy nose, broomstick witch,

but, like, definitely a witch.

- Uh huh.

And, how do you know she's a witch?

- Well, she turned all of Lauren's friends into trolls.

- [Lauren] Demons, Claude.

She turned them into demons.

- (sighs) Demons, trolls,

aren't they basically the same thing?

- No, definitely not...

Well, I don't know, are they Debbie?

- Uh...

No, absolutely right,

a troll and a demon are definitely not the same thing.

- Wow, see?

I told you, Debbie really is an expert.

- (scoffs) Look, I say all this stuff on television,

but witches aren't real.

I'm sure this is just some old hag,

who's trying to make you believe that she's a witch.

- No, no, no.

Listen, you would not say that if you saw her, okay?

The witch that's in my house,

is the same witch that you did an episode on last week.

Do you remember the episode of Carmilla Karnstein?

That's her, that's who's in my house.

- Okay, if you really watched that show,

you would know that Carmilla Karnstein lived 300 years ago.

- Yeah, I know, I know.

Uh, but I used a Ouija board.

- (sighs) Okay, look.

I don't believe you,

but assuming that you're telling the truth,

and assuming that you brought this witch back

with a Ouija board,

there should be a very easy way to send her back.

- (together) How?!

- Destroy the Ouija board, of course.

There has to be some sort of ectoplasmic connection

between the board and the witch.

So, destroy the board, witch goes bye bye.

- (sighs) There's just one problem.

- And I'm sure you're gonna tell me what it is.

- So, the Ouija board is back at my house,

and Carmilla is also there.

And if I step foot in that place,

she's gonna turn me into a demon.

- Or a troll.

- What's your hangup with trolls?

- Well, I mean...

Look, if you turn into a troll

it would be a lot better than a demon.

What's the worst that can happen if you turn into a troll?

Like, your gonna keep me

from crossing a bridge or something?

- Okay well, if we don't stop Carmilla,

she's gonna turn you into a troll.

Is that what you want?

- Well I mean, what about a gremlin?

Maybe I'd be cool with being a gremlin?

- I really don't think she's gonna

give you a choice, Claude.

- No?

- No.

- Look, I don't believe a word that you two are saying,

but how about this.

You go back to your house, grab the Ouija board,

and I'll set in on fire on live T.V.

How's that?

- Well, since you don't believe in witches, um,

can you come back to the house with me?

- Absolutely not.

- She's afraid of trolls.

- Fuck.

Where the fuck is that goddamn Ouija board?

Goddamn it.

Seriously?

What the fuck?

Yeah, that's not it.

What the fuck?

Seriously?

- Looking for this?

- Give it to me.

- You should be pleased.

You summoned me and I came.

- That was a mistake.

You don't belong here.

This is not your time, you have to go back.

- To the age of the witchfinders?

You'd do that to me, your own flesh and blood?

- Look, I shouldn't have summoned you,

all of my friends are demons now.

Is that your plan for me?

- I could never harm you.

My blood is your blood.

We're different than the others.

Better.

All the world can burn, while you and I reign supreme.

- No, I will not be a part of something like that.

- Come to Wormwood Cemetery and then decide.

I shall raise the dead to build our demon army.

Then together, we'll rule a new age of Hell on Earth.

- I don't think so.

I...

No...

(thunder crashes)

- I don't like this, she's taking too long in there.

- I'm sure she's fine.

Oh look, here she is.

- Lauren, are you okay?

- Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

- Did you get the Ouija board?

- No, it wasn't there.

- What about the witch?

- Carmilla was gone too.

- (scoffs) I might've guessed.

- But she has a message for us.

- The witch left a message?

What did she say?

- She said that she wants us to meet her

at Wormwood Cemetery tonight.

She has a special surprise for all of us.

- Well, run me back to the station,

I want to grab my camera man for this.

- Lauren, would it be okay if I just, sort of,

sit this one out?

- No, no, no, Claude.

You have to be there.

And you too, Debbie.

After tonight, you guys are gonna be seeing the world

in a completely different way.

(intense music)

(knocking on door)

- Hello?

Is anyone here?

I've got some great news to share.

Hello?

- Can I help you?

- I'm sorry, the door was open.

I'm a Jehovah's Witness.

I'd like to talk about God's plan for you.

- I have a better idea.

Why don't we talk about my plan for you?

- What are you doing?!

- Can you feel it?

Your blood is getting warmer.

It's starting to boil!

- Stop it!

- Another soul for our Dark Lord.

Delicious.

(intense music)

- Does my lip gloss look okay?

- Uh, it's fine.

- Okay, let’s get this show rollin'.

- Alright, this is Debbie Does Demons, take one.

And, action.

- Hello again, ghost whackers.

It's your favorite graveyard tramp, Debbie,

and do I have a show for you.

I'm here at the super creepy Wormwood Cemetery,

for a special all-witch episode of Debbie Does Demons.

Remember Carmilla Karnstein?

The super slutty sorceress

that I told you all about last week?

Well, I have it on good authority,

that's she's making a very special appearance tonight,

right here.

And I also hear that the old girl is still pretty hot,

even though she's 300 years old.

Why don't we talk to a couple of her friends,

Lauren and Claude, and get the dish.

Hey guys.

So, you're both claiming that Carmilla's a straight up witch

and has amazing witchy powers?

Is that right?

- That's right, Debbie.

Carmilla is actually one of my great ancestors.

And 300 years ago, she was captured by a witchfinder

and sentenced to be burned alive.

But she escaped.

And tonight, she is going to show everyone her true power.

- And, uh, exactly what is Carmilla going to do?

- Ask her yourself!

- Oh my God.

Not good, not good.

- Excuse me,

are you actually Carmilla Karnstein?

The legendary witch?

- I have a message for all mankind.

I am Carmilla, your new queen.

After tonight, every living creature that draws breath

shall bow before me.

And ruling by my side, this one, who shares my blood.

Every queen needs an army, and so it shall be,

all weak mortals shall serve as my demon slave.

My army of the damned.

- Carmilla, that sounds like a really interesting idea,

but how do you plan on turning

average Joe's like Claude here into demons?

- Debbie, you're not helping!

- Excellent question.

Let me show you.

Come to me.

- (stammers) I'd rather not.

- I said come before me.

- Let's go.

On your knees, scum!

- I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees.

- Look at me!

Look!

(whimpering)

Arise and worship me.

- Uh, hey guys, can someone tell me what's going on here?

Things are getting a little freaky.

- Do you see that woman?

She's yours, feed on her.

- Now wait just a minute, nobody's touching me.

This is my show, and the number one rule is,

nobody eats the star!

- Do you want me to keep filming?

- No you idiot, I want you to help me.

- Fuck that, I'm out of here.

I don't get paid enough for this.

(growling)

(choking)

(grunting)

- I'm sending you back to Hell, you motherfucker.

Stay away from me!

- Foolish girl.

- Join us, Debbie.

Share in our power.

- No thank you.

Being a demon lady is not my idea of living.

- Do I look like a demon to you?

- You look like a bitch.

I wish I knew where that Ouija board was.

- You mean this?

- I don't suppose I could borrow that for a second?

- That's not going to happen, Debbie.

Carmilla is here to stay, but I can't say the same for you.

- Snap out of it, Lauren.

You're under her spell, you're not her slave!

Destroy that Ouija board.

- Lauren's not gonna listen to you, Debbie.

Lauren is mine.

- No you're not, Lauren.

You can break from her spell.

Be strong, think about what she did to your friends.

Do it for Adam, do it for Jan, do it for Ashley.

Do it for them, destroy that fucking board!

- Jan,

Ashley...

- Kill her, Lauren, I command you!

- Ashley!

- Kill her!

(sighs)

- Debbie, dude.

- I knew you could do it, and you did it.

I knew you could.

- I was so scared, oh my God.

- She is gone now, we don't have to worry anymore.

- Your plan, it worked.

She's back in her own time.

- Oh, thank God.

But Lauren, just promise me one thing.

- Anything.

- Don't ever fuck with an Ouija board ever again.

- (laughs) No problem.

(growling)

(upbeat music)

- Carmilla Karnstein.

Carmilla Karnstein.

- Babe, are you okay?

Steve?

(unearthly music)

- You summoned me, Steve.

You deserve a reward.

(growling)

It's so good to be back.

- It's me again, Debbie, your favorite ghoul friend.

Take a look at this.

(howling) (crickets chirping)

- Turn the camera on.

Greetings fellow perverts.

My name is Newt Wallen, award winning adult film star,

director, writer, producer, all around artist.

In the realm of erotic, I'm quite famous.

At this very site, 40 years ago to the night,

my father, who also was a purveyor of porn,

brought four young wannabe 80's starlets here

to read from an ancient book

he received from a cultist,

after a long night of coke and 80's, 80's-ness.

When he read from that book, a great fire broke out.

And it was on that night, at this very spot,

40 years ago to the night,

that my father and those poor four adult film actresses,

in an attempt to conjure up a demon by using dark magic

to have sex with, and make dirty film picture history,

burned alive.

And now, we have returned to that very spot

to once again try and reach the other side.

And fuck it on camera.

- (speaking foreign language)

- Did it work?

- The ritual is complete.

- That it?

- Now what?

(growling)

- Shit, there's something in here with us.

- It worked.

- I'm a little discouraged you're surprised by that.

- What?

(erotic music)

- Well fuck-a-doodle-doo.

- Primitive flesh stain,

why have you summoned me from the pit?

(gulps)

- Ah, well then.

Prepare your filthy soul for pleasure beyond the realm

of what your fragile monkey brain can fathom.

Touch the darkness, sub-creature.

(zipper zips)

(demonic growl)

- (gasping) My dick!

What did you do to my dick?!

(laughter)

- That's all for tonight.

Come see me next week

on your favorite late night spook show, Debbie Does Demons.

Goodnight.

(tense music)