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Do

you think death is an escape?

No, death is just a threshold.

On the other side, there are no bodies, no boundaries, only shifting

corridors of flesh and whispering things with too many eyes.

We are stretched thin across eternity, our screams

woven into the fabric of something vast and endless.

The curse of Amityville was only the key.

And now, we are locked inside.

Hey, just want to let you know I'm at my last stop in New York.

Found some super cool little souvenirs at a haunted house I broke into.

But I just wanted to let you know I love you.

I'll see you in a few days.

Never seen a family photo where everyone looks like Nazis.

It's nice to see you again, sweetie.

Don't you know that drinking is bad for your health?

Who are you?

I am you now.

You have been evicted, as one might say.

You're drunk.

You'll get back when I'm done.

What?

Oh, you poor baby.

You'll understand eventually.

But first, let's have some fun.

The town

was only the beginning.

Beyond it lies a place where the dead do not rest.

Where the walls breathe and the air taste of rot.

We are forsaken.

And soon, so will you be.

Wow, this

is really great.

I'm sorry that I can't be there myself, but tomorrow my assistant

Tad will bring you your spare key and the closing documents.

Yeah, that's fine.

In the meantime, have a look around, and if there's any issues, just let me know, okay?

Bye.

Bye.

In the name...

Kill them, kill them all.

Kill them, kill them, stop them.

Kill them,

kill, kill, kill with us.

Kill them, kill them all, kill no one, kill them all.

Stop, no one, Stop them.

Kill them.

I believe the curse has spread out of Amityville,

attached to objects like a lamp, toy monkey, radio... Oh, hell no.

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill with us.

Do it, do it, do it, do it.

Listen, listen, listen.

James?

James?

Melissa said you'd be here.

I have your closing documents.

Hello, Melissa.

I need you to come by as soon as possible.

I have some questions to ask you.

The ground beneath Amneville is cursed.

Something worse stirs.

We were fed to it, swallowed, and now we are part of the nightmare.

It grows, it waits, and it's hungry.

AHHHH!!!!

Delilah, Delilah, the liar.

The crooked great whore.

So is it all you were hoping for?

You finally found a house that's haunted.

Is it everything you wanted?

You wanna know why?

You ghost hunters cannot try.

Though you try and try and try and try and try.

Because... You ghost fucking hate YouTubers.

You no-talent, low-rent goobers.

And you never capture proof, though you try and try.

Because when you barrel in, we hide.

We will not be exploited.

Hence, you're seducedly avoided.

Oh, and sometimes we, you know, kill ya.

And devour your soul.

And trap you in an endless, hellish nightmare of sword and dance.

You're picking up on the vibe.

Hate and unsubscribe.

Hate and unsubscribe.

Hate and unsubscribe.

Marty's coming!

He'll save me!

He better hurry.

Cause once you start singing, you're out.

And you're already tapping your toes.

Welcome to the party, Marty.

Oh, you've come to save the shroom.

Would she have come to save you?

Yikes!

What is that thing?

Fuck me.

Is it going to sing?

Golly, gee, yes, siree, oratory, date babies.

I don't even regret meeting the one that gave me rabies.

They're there.

The house is going to haunt itself, boys.

Gotta get that creepy crap out on the shelf, boys.

Call the whips, run all the clean.

Set all the docks to 315.

Pies up the flue, find blood in the walls.

Plant visceral dread down deep in their balls.

Sing like Satan is Santa, and you're in hell.

Cause the house is going to haunt itself.

They took his beavers, knocked all the keepers, sliced them for buttocks away.

Dude, I don't think you're supposed to be in here yet.

They're coming to fight!

Fight, fight!

This is my king!

That's just JB.

He does this sometimes.

He's in charge of burning all the footage before it gets found.

It gets better that way.

He'll tire himself out.

I'm losing control!

Control, control!

There's a tsunami in my soul!

Hey, what's up guys?

Hey there, big boy.

Do you like ghosts with big boos?

I'm the ghost of misogynier purse.

And I'm the ghost of a chance you'll ever get late again.

Try to look away.

You can't look away.

Who needs a demon?

I possessed you.

With my blue.

First bust, then disgust.

It's guilt or bust.

Or guilt from bust.

In judgment you can judge.

We genuinely trust.

Boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs.

Hey there, charming chum.

Come on.

You lost.

It's the how you're gonna die room.

The how you're gonna die room.

It's the chum road to doom.

Casa del crow.

Club work at the common hills.

Killing joke.

Come on in and give you anything to spend.

Find out why you say goodbye.

The how you're gonna die room.

Wow!

We're here.

This man, and he just...

Shoe's not in here.

We do not haunt the white people.

Anyway, this man...

There is but one goal.

Everything here is designed to eat your soul.

We're gonna buy your car.

Chum on your sheets.

Chum your chakras for your fancy.

We're losing sight of the goal.

Where there used to be your soul.

This clock will eat your soul.

But clock will eat your soul.

As will all these awful paintings.

And this spicy tuna roll.

And here's our line up of devilish toys.

For terrible girls and unbearable boys.

There's curses, cults, creeping, nots.

Animals, clowns, haunted, snobs.

Scarecrow, sharks, slushers, murderers.

witches, werewolves, killers, zippers.

Make-a-be-be-boy, backpacks, movies.

Aliens, turkeys, cellars, doobies.

Flying pigs and evil wigs.

Tortured souls and toilet bowls.

Entities and demon cheese.

Poltergeists and long-to-ties.

Everything will grind and tear and chop.

Until they double your soul.

Like a filthy pill.

It's such a thrill.

So here's your meal.

Now pay the pretty toll.

That'll be one fresh human soul.

Sweet little muddy pile.

You can't hate me though you try.

So this doesn't have to be goodbye love.

Just let me drown this in your crying eye.

And I'll cream up just a little while I watch you die.

Hey, chum!

In here, there's an exit out the back.

So how you gonna die, Rube?

How you gonna die, Rube?

Shut up, shut up.

Attempt the tale of a middle-aged muffin-topped palindroid moron.

His IQ is the same as the atomic weight of boron.

He's reckless, feckless.

Where's failure like a necklace?

His destiny just beckoned and he wrecked it like he reckoned.

Wait a second.

He just remembered something from a screenplay that he read.

How show-tuned weapons can make show-tuned ghosties.

Double dead.

There ain't no such thing as double dead.

You're out.

How did one little Long Island town gain such massive macabre renown?

How did it get this way?

Cascade monkey humping say, Why so hainted?

What's to blame?

Dude, it's right there in the friggin' name.

Am it evil?

Yes, it am.

Am it evil?

Yes, it am.

Am it evil?

Am it evil?

Yes, it am.

Well, be it scary?

Yes, big B.

We're talking maximum.

Scary.

Is it slimy?

Yes, it is.

Look at all that ectoges.

Am it a fright?

Yes, it is.

Am it a blight?

Damn right.

Amity, calamity, endless calamity.

At hot damnity hill.

Permity hill.

Yes, it am.

Hot damn!

Time doesn't work here anymore.

Seconds stretch into centuries.

And yet we still suffer.

Our minds are torn apart.

Rebuilt.

And torn apart again.

I don't remember who I am anymore.

Greetings, how are you doing?

Good, you?

Alright, so why don't we get your coat off?

Thank you sir.

Go ahead and have a seat right here.

Get yourself nice and comfortable.

Well, good evening.

My name is Brandon.

I'm going to be the person doing your initial assessment for services today.

So before we get started, let me give you a

little bit of information on privacy, alright?

So, you have the right to privacy.

Anything you say here will be kept confidential and

will not be revealed without your written permission.

Now there are three exceptions to the rules of privacy.

Life or death circumstances.

Anything involving the abuse or neglect of a minor.

And finally, a judge's court.

Do you understand?

What about the things you've done that are kind

of wrong, but you don't plan to do them again?

So long as I don't think any of the stuff you're going to be doing is

something you're going to do in the immediate future, it is kept secret.

Even murder?

Even in the event of murder.

If you report a murder that you did commit, so long as it's not one of those things that's

going to happen in the future, I could lose my license if I were to report it to the police.

Why don't you lay back and relax a little bit.

You see, it's a rough economy, so I had to get a new job over in Amityville.

I thought that I wouldn't be able to afford a house for me and

my family, but then this really nice place came up on the market.

Three bedrooms, three baths, a yard for the dog, and the kids to play.

I couldn't help but buy the place.

Were there any problems then?

Not with the structure of the house.

I mean, everything was nice, new, the new appliances, everything past inspection.

But there were things.

There were kind of hidden things.

What kind of things?

Well, I'm not sure I can say right now.

Well, we can come back to that stuff a little bit later.

Any drug or alcohol use?

I might have a drink now and then, but mostly

with friends, but I haven't had any for a while.

I just haven't felt like it.

Any criminal charges?

Not yet.

Not yet?

Hmm, my reaction's a little telling there.

Tell me what you think you did wrong.

I, uh, might have killed my family.

So how exactly does one think they killed their family?

One might say that you either did or you didn't.

Well, it started with little things.

Well, there's a lot of water around the Amityville

area, and well, you know, water brings mosquitoes.

I don't know how they would get in the house, but they would be everywhere.

The constant buzzing, seeing them move out of the

corner of my eye, and the biting and the itching.

And it continued day in and day out.

I would work on a project, or try to work on a project,

but the buzzing kept going over and over again.

I almost ended up hitting my hand with a hammer.

How have you been sleeping at night?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll get a handful of hours a night that the

constant buzzing and biting would keep me awake.

I had to move to another bedroom in the house because it kept waking up my wife.

And when I can sleep, the nightmares would come.

Constant dreams of screaming children, burning buildings and demons.

Demons telling me things.

Horrible things.

What kind of things?

Telling me to kill my family.

I would notice strange things.

Like I would walk down a hallway, then it would be as if I

was in a totally new one that I'd never been down before.

Like the house was shifting all around me.

I would hear children playing outside, which isn't

unusual, but then I would look out and see no one there.

After a time, I wouldn't just hear them playing anymore.

I would be hearing them all screaming, as if they were all dying.

Hear gunshots and fire.

But no matter how I looked outside, I would just see nothing.

So what else has been going on in the household?

I heard particularly bad crying and saw something happening on the walls.

It was dripping red liquid.

Well, I guess it's time to tell you about the last night.

The baby had been crying all night.

I already wasn't sleeping well and I knew that this was too much.

I grabbed the axe I cut so much wood with and I liked the feel of it in my hands.

Up the stairs I walked, my heart beating in my

chest to the door that I slowly pushed open.

They were both there.

And I did it!

I killed them both.

I chopped them both to small bits.

And I loved it!

Every minute of it, with the brat and the bitch dead, I could finally

hear myself think those mosquitoes would no longer buzz or bite me again.

And then I woke up.

So that's it.

You didn't kill anyone.

Yes, I woke up from that terrible nightmare.

So thanks for letting me know about that event.

I think I can understand a little of where you're coming from.

Really?

I'd love to know what you think about it all.

Well, you see, I've been in this office in Amityville

a long time and things can get really loud out here.

You see, the buzzing, it doesn't just stop when you don't move.

It keeps going, even when you breathe.

And then there's the buzzing, and then the biting, and

then no matter how many times you slap, and slap at it.

It just doesn't get any better.

And then the chopping.

Of course, there's always the chopping.

You get that axe, and then you chop, and you chop again.

And then you just wake up, right?

You just wake up like it's some bad dream.

Are you okay, Doc?

Well, you see, I'm in the business of closure here.

Closure is a little bit of a therapy term we use.

You can't get better without it, you see.

So maybe you killed your family.

Maybe you didn't.

But, I'd like to think you did.

Because I'm the kind of therapist that likes to tie up a few loose ends.

I mean, that's what I'm really good at, after all.

Well, you see, I just can't see somebody who may

not have finished off the job like it's proper.

A good family killing, after all.

So, I think we're going to have to terminate the session right here.

I think this is for me, and your family.

They told me hell was fire and brimstone.

They were wrong.

Hell is silence filled with eyes that never blink.

Hands that reach from the void, dragging us deeper into something worse.

I did it!

I promised myself I wouldn't cry.

Todd?

Wake up!

Soon I will have my revenge on Amityville, and you will be the first.

How do you know this, Todd?

My entire family died from eating seafood at your seafood restaurant.

Boy, do I have a surprise for you!

Seafood!

Wake up, or fall.

It's time to wake up.

Breaking news tonight.

The city of Amityville has been overrun by large creatures.

Some are calling them shark crabs.

Aliens, perhaps?

This is an emergency.

It is recommended that you evacuate two neighboring cities.

We believe the shark crabs have been linked to local mad scientist, Emma.

Come on, come on, come on!

Mark, come in!

Dammit, Mark!

Where are you?

Come on!

We have to get to the bunker.

Mark, I got all my bug out supplies.

They're with me.

Todd's missing.

I don't think so, dude.

Someone on the news said they were Canadian.

Canada?

You don't believe that, do you?

Oh God, you do.

Look, you can't believe the news about everything, okay?

Mark, listen to me.

I'm not having this discussion right now.

You think it's possible to eat them?

What?

What the?

What the?

No!

You think you can cook them?

No, I don't think so.

They say some food is a delicacy.

It's always something really weird, you know?

Don't.

Eat.

Them.

Oh hey, you want to try some?

Mark, they're waiting for us.

We gotta go.

They're waiting for us in the bunker.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

We gotta go.

How does it taste?

I expected Todd to do this, but not you, Mark.

Come on.

Let's go.

You know, I'm just about to try it.

It has a weird smell to it, but... That's fantastic, dude.

Let's go.

I tried to run, but the horizon only stretched further away.

I tried to close my eyes, but the horror seeped in through my skin.

Amityville did not just take my life.

It devoured my soul.

It began a few days before Christmas.

All the recent Amityville themed movies made it seem like

every state in the union suddenly had a town called Amityville.

Ours was no exception.

Okay, so according to the GPS, we just passed Amityville.

I'm gonna turn around.

One particular home was known more for its terrifying past and urban legends of ghostly

aberrations than its massive four bedroom, 3,800 foot, half acre, newly remap...

Anyway... Brody, the homeowner, was kind of a loose cannon.

Some say the house drove him to madness.

Others say he was being slowly possessed by the demon dwelling within the home.

Unable to control his impulses any longer, Brody hired a real estate

agent to try to move the property to whatever sucker he could find.

Yeah, hi Brody, it's the realtor.

I'm over at your house right now, and I'm getting

ready to meet with a potential buyer, so I'm... Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

To be successful, the realtor had to know exactly what she was dealing with.

She consulted a spiritualist to try to contact the supposed demon.

She went down to a legendary location known for its paranormal activity.

It would be here if contact with the demon could be anywhere.

Welcome to WKLL, your home for endless yacht ride.

Failing to contact the spirit, the realtor's luck suddenly changed.

It seemed she found a potential buyer who didn't care about the hauntings.

She actually found it kind of cool.

She set up a meeting with Brody to let him know.

Um, why are you wearing a sombrero?

Never mind.

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.

I may have found a buyer for you.

Plus, he considers the demon to be a bonus.

Um, you know, there's more to that demon story than you know.

That's weird.

Someone else wants to join the meeting.

Did you invite somebody?

What?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Suddenly, when the sale seemed imminent, a spiritual force began to overtake the realtor.

And that's the story of Amityville.

I've lived in this house for several months now.

The original owner disappeared, as did the realtor

and the potential buyer, so the house defaulted.

I bought it from the bank for pennies on the dollar.

Everything has been quiet and peaceful ever since.

Oh no!

No!

No!

We're lost.

Not dead.

Not alive.

Trapped in a world that reats and breathes.

Where the sky is a wound and the ground pulses beneath our feet.

We scream, but the only answer is laughter from the dark.

Oh my gosh.

Oh man, there's a lot of people out there.

How many people are out there today, Martin?

Over a hundred people.

Ain't no way the boss is going to see over a hundred people today.

Stay on the door.

I'm going to take in the first petitioner.

Yes, sir.

Here.

Sorry.

Name?

Alice Chambers.

Follow me.

Okay.

Your gratefulness, I present to you, Alice Chambers.

Thank you, Tarb.

That will be all.

Return to your duties.

Ah, my lovely.

And what brings you to me on this fine, beautiful day?

Hello, my lord.

My name is Alice.

Alice Chambers.

Please forgive me.

I come to you with no money.

I have done nothing with my life, but I do humbly

request of you that you let me be on your staff.

Let me be close to you, my lord.

I just wish to be near you.

Come to me, Alice.

Embrace your lord and master and welcome to the fold.

Thank you.

Oh, look at you.

You are a ray of beauty.

You are a princess.

Join my ladies.

Join us all.

I shall call you Angel.

Yes, Angel.

I like that.

Tarb!

Next!

Bring in the next petitioner!

Your gratefulness, I present to you, Aldo Hemingway.

My name is Aldo, oh magnificent one.

Tarb!

Be gone!

Return to your duties.

Continue.

I ask your grace for a loan.

A loan in which I will repay.

When I build my empire, I submitted paperwork to you ten years ago.

I will do anything for this loan, oh magnificent one.

Aldo!

Aldo, I have foreseen our future.

I received all your requests long ago.

Aldo, I have seen your future.

You will stand with me.

Together we shall reign Amityville.

Together as a team.

Therefore, Aldo, we turn home.

Your request is granted.

Your money is waiting for you now.

Thank you, my liege.

I live to only please you.

Yes, Aldo.

My obedient one.

Now be gone with you!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank

you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Yes.

Yes.

Ladies, for years, I've granted the wishes of many people of

Amityville, whether they are man or whether they are woman.

Hello.

But now, today, the greatest day, I shall choose one of you as my successor.

My excellence, there is still so much more to do.

All these people would never have prospered if it had not been for you.

You must complete the ritual.

More await.

It's just as it has always been since the beginning.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, Anita!

Thank you!

Thank you, my lovely ladies.

Yes.

Toy!

Bring it!

What is this?

He was caught stealing from us in the West Chambers, my lord.

Who is this?

His ID.

He says he's Wilford Shepley.

He's a junkie on the streets.

He used to work for us a long time ago, my lord.

Is this true, Shepley?

Yes.

Yes, I'm sorry, my liege.

The drugs made me do this.

It's not my fault.

Please forgive me, my magnificent.

Please forgive me, my lord.

Why, Shepley?

Why?

I don't know.

I'm just stupid, my lord.

Please forgive me.

Spare my life.

Please forgive me, my lord.

Shepley!

Shepley!

Shepley!

It's all right, my dear.

He does this all the time.

Shepley!

I forgive you!

Cringe!

Cringe!

Do not make me call a third time, cringe!

Miss Caroline, go ahead and get ready for your six o'clock appointment.

I only love to serve you, master.

Torv!

Kill them!

Return to your duties!

I shall now pick my successor!

All of you ladies have been with me a very long time.

Where's Miss Caroline?

Oh, my lord, she had an appointment at six p.m.

Ah, yes, very good.

Well, as I was saying, each one of you knows the business as well as I do.

Only one of you shall be my successor.

Anita, you have been with me the longest,

and you know the business better than anyone.

However, I request fresh blood, yes, to run my organization.

And my fresh blood shall be none other than Angel!

Come forward, Angel!

Yes!

Angel, my beauty, I shall teach you immense great things.

You shall be my next successor.

Thank you.

How dare you?

I have been by your side since the beginning, and this is how you repay me?

Unbelievable.

Is she mad?

Hold your tongue, child.

Do not address me in this manner.

Have you forgotten where you come from?

Insolent fool.

Do not press me, Anita.

You were in line to be my second in charge, to take over.

But I need fresh blood.

An Angel shall be my fresh blood.

I never thought the day would come when I would have

to tell you this, but I see that the day is here.

I brought you into the fold, Russo.

I made you what you are.

You did not bring me into the fold.

I brought you into the fold.

It was eleven years ago.

No, you fool.

I found you, and I molded you into who you are today.

I am omnipotent!

I am a god!

No.

I made you what you are.

And now I take it back!

What is this madness?

What have you done to me?

No!

I will annihilate you, Anita!

I am the chosen one!

And the portal chooses you.

Goodbye, Russo.

Anyone got a problem with that?

Paul is fair in love and war.

Yeah, what she said.

I never liked him anyway.

Now I am the Amityville crime boss.

The walls shift.

The stars whisper secrets meant to drive us mad.

We are prisoners of something older than time, bound

to its will, drowning in an endless sea of shadows.

Thanks, Johnny.

You are all set for your next cleaning.

Hi, Gabriel Tyler.

I had an appointment.

Oh, Tuesday?

Yeah.

Don't worry.

The dentist will fix you right up.

Here, take a seat.

Fill out these forms.

And Dr. Azaria will be with you post-haste.

Yeah, he actually said that.

Are you kidding me?

What did you do?

I told him I had to go home and walk the dog.

I swear, Julie, these bad dates are going to kill you.

Hey, Dr. Azaria?

I didn't find any drill burrs.

Adrian said she ordered some.

Check with her.

Gotta be some samples in here or something.

Here it is.

God damn!

Haven't you felt drill burrs?

Adrian doesn't know.

Dr. Azaria?

Are you okay?

Let's drill some teeth.

Hello?

Okay, Julie, I'll tell him.

Gabriel, the dentist will see you now.

So tell me about this toothache of yours.

And don't skimp on the details.

Well, I mean, it's... obviously my tooth is infected.

I don't know which tooth it is either.

Don't ask me what tooth it is.

It's just constant migraines.

I can't sleep.

I can't do anything.

It's just pain.

Non-stop pain.

Pain like you can't imagine.

Isn't that just awful?

I can end your suffering.

Die!

Die!

You killed him!

Is everything okay in there?

Send more patients.

The dentist...

is ready for you.

I'll see you in six months.

There's no mercy in this place.

Only hunger.

It feasts upon our pain.

It's shaping us into things that should not be.

We are becoming part of it.

I can feel myself unraveling.

Don't you see it?

The house... it breathes...

alive.

I'm pure evil.

We were the first to scream.

But we won't be the last.

Get out!

Get out!

Now, before you hear the voices too!

It's about 3.15 in the middle of the night.

And once again...

I can't sleep.

I'm not sure what's wrong with me.

I just lay in bed for hours.

And I can't seem to drift off.

My doctor told me that maybe I should start vlogging...

when I struggle getting any rest.

And I'm becoming desperate.

So here I am.

Ever since I moved here to AmiBill last week... I just had an uneasy feeling.

And...

Is that a shotgun?

This place is huge.

Woah.

That's what your mom said.

That doesn't even make sense.

That's what YOUR mom said.

Hey!

We're here for the weekend to clean up the place...

and get it ready for the real estate agent to put on the market.

Can we calm down?

Well, I guess there's no time like the present to begin.

I'll start bringing in the tools.

I hear there's a leak in the bathroom on the second floor.

I'm gonna start there.

I guess I'll start cleaning down in the basement.

Judging by the pictures the real estate agent sent...

it'll look pretty messy down there.

Sounds like a plan.

Gidget and I will start in the kitchen.

There's an electrical issue there we have got to deal with.

Sounds good.

I'll order us some pizza in a few hours...

and we'll all meet up for lunch.

Oh man, this place is even more cluttered than the picture led me to believe.

Hey!

What's that?

Oh!

Totally tubular!

An old record player!

And a vinyl?

Dude!

Skullcrusher!

Hmm.

Never heard of them.

Let's see if they're any good.

You're extra dumb!

But cuts are stupid!

I seen it on your test and you're extra stupid!

Y-O-U-R-D-U-L!

Y-O-U-R-D-U-L!

Well, that was an easy fix.

Yeah, no kidding.

I thought we were going to have to rewire the entire room.

Hey, what's that stuff oozing out of the wall?

It looks like... blood.

Oh man, it's probably old rusty water.

Jem's upstairs working on a leak.

I bet she doesn't even realize it's seeping through to the walls.

I'll go up and let her know.

Sounds good.

I'll start picking up around here.

Hey, Chrissy!

Did you finish cleaning the basement already?

Boy, your eyes sure are red!

Have you been smoking that jazz cabbage again?

Why are you walking like that?

W-What are you doing?

Get away from me!

No!

Back off!

Ahh!

Hey Jem, whatcha doing?

Putting my tools away.

Turns out there wasn't an issue up here with the plumbing at all.

No issue.

So you didn't, like, spill anything?

Maybe some old rusty water got down between the wall and the floor?

No, like I said, everything up here is fine.

Okay, that's weird.

I guess I'll go back to the kitchen.

Yeesh!

I wonder what that was about?

Did you fly?

Get out!

Hello?

Isaac?

Where are you?

Krusty?

What are you doing with that axe?

No!

Krusty?

Isaac?

Gidget?

Come on guys, haha, this is such a good prank.

Y'all, this really isn't funny.

Where are you hiding?

Whoa, Skullcrusher?

This is one of those satanic bands that supposedly

puts hidden backward messages on their albums?

Let's check it out.

Three souls.

Three sacrifices.

Slay three on the eve of a blood moon.

On the spoiled hollowed grounds where witches were once burned.

Three sacrifices.

The offering needed to summon the beast from the depths.

Three sacrifices will bring forth the hell hound.

The first for the dark one.

The second to open the gates to hell.

And you will be the third.

It's too late.

The hell hound!

This place has no lights, no walls, no form.

Only hunger.

We drift in its depths, our thoughts unraveling like

loose threads, being pulled apart by unseen hands.

The others, the ones that came before, they are still here, but they are not the same.

They have been twisted, reshaped, their voices now

part of the whispers that slither through the void.

Soon, we will join them.

Soon, we will forget we were ever human at all.