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No.

‐
‐No!

No.

No!

No!

My parents died when I was six.

Car crash.

I was sent to live
with my Uncle Tony.

I'd never met him before,
but Tony was cool.

At first.

Sadists are
patient motherfuckers.

He spent the first year
getting me toys for no reason

and having ice cream for dinner

and teaching me how to ride
a bike and add fractions.

I was some orphan kid,

so he could've given me a hug
a week and I would've loved him.

The first time he hurt me
was on Christmas.

He bought himself

‐a little low‐volt cattle prod.
‐

A couple of days later,
I got my first spanking

for leaving the top
off the toothpaste.

I was bleeding
for two days from it.

I'm so sorry.

He saved the real coup de grâce
for my 16th birthday.

He promised me a gift
I would never forget.

He loaded me in the car.

And we drove for six hours
into the desert in Arizona.

I thought maybe he was
just gonna kill me

and bury me out there.

But then we got to Tucson

and pulled into one of those
shitty suburban developments.

Tony was pissing his pants,
he was so excited.

A car pulled into the driveway,

and he got out his phone
to videotape me

as I watched the couple
who lived there

get out of their car.

It was my parents.

They never died.

Tony wasn't my uncle.

He was just some prick
they sold me to

when they were done with me.

That's horrible.

I didn't even cry
when I saw them.

I just let myself die inside.

All I felt was pain and hate.

I wanted to kill every living
thing I saw or thought about.

Fortunately, the person
I hated the most was me.

So I decided
to kill myself first

and save the world
all the trouble.

Why here?

Anyone who lives in L.A.
knows about this place.

Anyone obsessed
with famous murders, at least,

which is, like, everyone.

‐
‐I thought it would make news

if they found me in here.

No one was living here
at the time,

so I snuck in
and slit my wrists.

No one told me
that if you die here,

you're stuck here forever!

‐I don't remember hearing
anything on the news.
‐

The Realtor
who was selling the house

found my body and the note.

She buried my bones
in the backyard

and burned the note.

Fucking irony.

You seem happy here, though.

Come.

Be here with me.

I know you're like me.

Kill yourself,

and we can be together forever.

It's not that hard
to hide one girl,

alive or dead,
for a month or two.

Even longer. But four of them?

You're almost guaranteed
one of them would get away

‐or turn up.
‐Well, we're praying for them.

Even after the way they bullied
our daughter.

Can't imagine what their parents
are going through.

Is there some new information
since you guys came around

right after they disappeared?

'Cause we have nothing new
to offer.

We finally got a warrant
to check

your daughter's
cell phone records.

She called the girls from here

about an hour
after the livestream.

According to the missing girl's
Snapchat tracking,

they all drove here together,
and about 20 minutes later

their cell phones stopped
transmitting

‐any signal at all.
‐W‐Wait...

You're saying they were here
that night?

But their car was found out
front of that girl Maya's house.

Five‐minute drive there,
half‐hour walk back.

Someone could have easily
driven it back that night

and walked home.

I‐I'm sorry, are you saying

that think Scarlett had
something to do

‐with this?
‐Oh, come on.

Like you said,
there were four of them.

Scarlett's a 16‐year‐old girl
who failed gym last semester.

She has one friend,
and she wasn't here that night.

She has you guys.

Okay.

Uh, okay. Yeah.
We're done talking here,

at least not
without a lawyer present.

Anything we say now, they're
just gonna twist and turn

to fit their narrative.

Please just leave.

We will be in touch.

Okay.

What'd they want?

Is there something you need
to tell us, sweetheart?

Because we love you.

No matter what,
we will always do

everything we can
to protect you.

I didn't hurt those girls.

But they were here that night?

Maybe the ghost killed them.

WOMAN
We're waiting for you, Scarlett.

Scarlett. Scarlett.

‐

Hey, I'm sorry, but we need
to schedule a session.

You'd think in death
I'd want to stop working,

but you know what, not even
death can stop ambition.

I'm here if you want to talk.

Fuck.

You gonna kill us again?

Can we please kill her now?

Yeah, how long
do we have to wait?

We've got all the time
in the world.

So, we can only kill her once,

but we can torment her

and make sure
she doesn't sleep at night

for a very long time.

Because she'll never
really know‐‐

is today the day
they finally decide to do it?

Is today the day
they finally get their revenge?

You're not gonna do shit.

I know her.
She's a ghost here.

‐She's... she's mean.
‐So what? So are we.

Not like me.

‐We should go.
‐There's four of us
and only one of her.

‐It won't matter.
‐What the hell did she
even do to you?

Stay away from her,

or I swear I'm gonna go
turn this house

into a new circle of hell
for all of you.

We expected her to be morose

after those girls
from her school went missing,

but it's been
almost two months now.

Shouldn't she be feeling better?

I'm not bummed about
those bitches going missing.

Well, then what is it?

You don't talk to us
about anything anymore.

You look like you haven't slept
in weeks.

I mean,
you never have Shanti over.

That's for her own good.

What‐what the hell
does that mean?

I understand, hon.

Dr. Grant told us that
this could happen.

That knowing that awful things
happened in a place

‐can make your psyche darker.
‐Oh, my God.
Not this again.

‐He started to see things.
‐Don't be‐‐ dismiss me.

‐He started to see ghosts.
‐Uh, just one.

Energy. I mean,
you can call it a ghost.

‐I‐I think that's what it was.
‐Oh, yeah.

It wasn't just any ghost.

Oh, shit! Oh!

The pig man. A man pig.

‐A ghost with a‐‐
with a huge pig head on it.
‐I googled what it was.

It's an urban legend about
a‐a butcher from Chicago

‐in the 1800s.
‐And he ran and got me.

But by the time we made it back,
he conveniently disappeared.

‐But I smelled bacon,
bacon in the air.
‐This isn't a joke to me, Troy.

I saw something.

Can we grow up
just a little bit? Please?

Now, I can't explain it...

Oh, I can. He had a Klonopin
and three glasses

of Chardonnay that night.

You didn't tell me
you were seeing ghosts.

‐Is that why you guys have been
fighting for the past month?
‐No.

He has cold feet
about buying this place,

and he is pretending
that it's really haunted

to try to make me sell.

Well, I'm not gonna play

your Scooby‐Doo games,
Michael Winslow.

This is my dream.

It was my dream too, Troy,
but we're going broke.

We thought we could handle this
on our own, but we can't.

And the bids we've gotten
from the contractors are insane.

I'm gonna have to cash in
my 401

Troy, considering the fact
that two of your family members

are suffering, maybe it's time
to reconsider your dream.

Well, you know,
one of them is a teenaged girl

who was pretty darn moody
without the dark spirits

‐of this house's help.
‐Thanks.

And the other one
is a selfish man

‐who breaks out in hives
whenever I get my way.
‐I'm selfish? I'm selfish?

‐That's what's happening.
‐All I want is for all of us
to be together and happy.

But I am scared.

Either I am losing my mind,
or we're in danger here.

Wh‐What if the stories
about this place are all true?

Oh, my God.

Is that why you called
a family therapy session?

‐I...
‐So you can get her to validate

‐your insane ghost fantasies?
‐I didn't book
the session, Troy.

‐You did.
‐Jesus Christ, Michael.

She was here when I got home
from the hardware store.

That's all the time we have
for today, but I'd like

for all of us to meet again
next week.

I'll see myself out.

You know,
it's not perfect, but...

I like it here.

I like how it feels
to be in this house.

Honey, you don't feel all the
pain that's been inflicted here?

Of course I do.

That's what I like about it.

So, who's your contractor?

‐Uh, YouTube.
‐Hmm.

Yeah, we've‐we've been
sort of DIY'ing it.

There are some
really informative videos online

for all kinds of stuff.

Wiring. Installing drywall.

Want to go upstairs?

Second bedroom.

Ooh.

Okay. Wow.

Yeah. Our, uh, daughter
actually finished that off.

Is she blind?
Or have some kind

of learning disability
that makes her not be able

to know if something's level?

Uh, no, not as far as I know.

You ever hear the saying, "A man
who defends himself in court

‐has an idiot for a client"?
‐Sure.

Do you know what a man who
hires himself as a contractor

to fix his own house is?

Broke.

Usually divorced.

You're not saving any money
if you have to end up

doing all the work again
because you fucked it up

‐the first time.
‐I know, I know.

I just, I...
We bit off too much.

And I haven't told
my husband this,

but I have been dipping
into our daughter's college fund

to keep things moving.
I know.

I figure we'll get it all back,

but only if we finish
the job quickly.

Which is why I called you.

We are overwhelmed. Please just
tell me you'll take this job on.

I will drop to my knees
and I will beg, if I have to.

How'd you find me?

You were the only contractor
who had a shirtless photo

of himself on Angie's List.

‐It's hard to stand out
these days.
‐Ah. Well, mission accomplished.

Oh. Michael.

This is, uh, Adam.

He is a contractor,
and his initial bid

was much lower than the others.

Unless it's free, we don't have
the money to pay him.

We have almost no extra cash.

And while you may be great
at sucking dick,

with all the work
we have left to do,

a couple BJs aren't
gonna make up the difference.

Listen, this,
it's a high‐profile gig.

"I remodeled the haunted house
and survived"

is a pretty good selling point
for new clients.

Why don't I come back,
I'll take a look around,

and I'll give you
a rough estimate

of how many BJs it would take
for me to do the job.

I'm kidding.

I know I can find a way
to make this work for all of us.

‐Tomorrow a. m. cool?
‐Yes. That is wonderful.

‐Thank you.
‐Sure.

Thanks.

You're cruel.

What?

You kind of get off
on hurting people.

It's subtle,
like the joy you take

in not returning a phone call,

or being the first
to tell someone

that their partner is cheating,

or that you just came
from a party

they weren't invited to‐‐
it's so subtle, Troy.

It just looks like a little bit
of naughty fun.

But I know
it's more than that to you.

Wait, you're just now
realizing this about me?

‐After 20 years?
‐No, I've always known.

I guess I liked it.
Or I didn't care.

But that was because you never
turned your cruelty toward me.

Oh, he is a contractor, Michael;
he's not a weapon.

And I don't even think he's gay.

That's not the point.

We don't have
an open relationship,

and you flirting with him
like that, in our house,

in front of me,
that was an act of violence

‐towards our marriage.
‐Michael,

you are losing your mind.

Flirting is not fucking, okay?

I'm‐I'm sorry if I needed
a little bit of life and fun,

since my husband started
consorting with the dead.

We're in trouble, Troy.

We need to get out
of this fucking house.

No. No. Michael,

we need to hire Adam
to help us finish the job here.

Honey, we're way over our heads,
okay?

I promise you, once we do,

we will have a real talk
about what we want to do next.

All right?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Do you really think I'm cruel?

I don't know
what I think anymore.

This has to be our secret, okay?

Michael and I do not have
an open relationship.

Not even an HJ from a masseuse
every now and again?

‐TROY No.
‐What kind of gays are you?

‐Okay.
‐You know, I just got out
of a bad relationship, too.

To a woman. So...
I get what you're going through.

‐Okay.
‐Yeah.

Uh, you weren't just,
like, hinting

that you think that
I should get a divorce?

Oh, you? Not at all.

I was just telling you my truth.

Yeah.

It's, like, I mean,
Michael is losing his mind.

Mm‐hmm.

I can't stand him right now.

This house is gonna pay off
like a slot machine,

but only if we put
all of our energy into it.

It's...

Our finances are not the issue;
his negativity is.

I get it. Redoing a house
puts a strain on people,

especially relationships.

If you want your marriage
to survive,

you should have sex with me
as much as possible

to distract you
until the job's done.

‐Really?
‐Mm‐hmm.

Señor Adam?

Fuck.

All the way back here.

Oh, God.

I think there's a dead racoon
or something in there.

Yeah.

Okay.

My God.

‐
‐Oh, my God.

No.

‐
‐No, we‐we had no idea.

‐No, please. Please, I didn't...
‐That was not us. Okay?

Oh, shit!

‐What the fuck?
‐Oh, fuck! Fuck!

‐Oh, my God!
‐What the fuck?!

Aah!

He's a good man.
He was gonna be a problem.

‐What the fuck?
‐Now all three of us are
in this together.

‐What? Fuck you. You're crazy.
‐No, no, no.

I'm just seizing an opportunity.
I'm gonna be honest with you.

I'm in kind of a tough spot
right now, work‐wise.

I've got a couple
outstanding lawsuits,

not to mention my divorce,

and I may or may not have stolen
some clients' funds.

‐Wha...?
‐I don't have to keep anything
from you guys now.

‐I'm calling the police.
‐What the fuck
you think they're gonna do?

They're gonna be so distracted
with the dead laborer

that they're not gonna notice
the four dead girls

they've been looking for
for months?

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Here's my proposal.

We put Martin in the crawlspace
with the ladies,

then we just put some lime
on them

to cover the smell this time,
button it up, good as new,

‐never mention
any of this again.
‐Oh, why would you do that?

Because we'd be partners.

This haunted B and B thing?
I love it.

I mean, listen, and I'll
still help with all the work.

I'm actually
a pretty decent contractor,

except for the stealing
and the... senseless violence.

Hmm.

Fine.

Just stay away
from our marriage.

Actually...

I want in on that, too.

‐What?
‐Your marriage.
I don't want to sleep

in the same bed as you guys, or
put my toothbrush on the counter

next to yours, but I want
mouth and ass privileges.

Get the fuck out of here.

I'm not gonna let you
blackmail us

into destroying our marriage.

Do you want to tell him,
or should I?

Tell me what?
Tell me what, Troy?

Okay, there are five dead people
in this room right now.

‐This is not the time.
‐Did you fuck him?

Hey! What are you doing?

‐Did you fuck him?
‐Yes, I fucked him!

'Cause you haven't touched me
in months!

And you have lost
your fucking mind!

I can give you guys a minute,
if you want.

‐Get out! Get out!
‐Michael!

‐Stop! Stop! Michael!
‐Fine.

‐Get the fuck out of our house!
‐Michael!

‐What the fuck?!
‐Oh, my God!

Troy!

‐Michael.
‐What?

‐Was that her?
‐No. No.

‐It was a man in that suit.
‐Okay.

All right, she's not here.
Come on.

All right.

‐Back door.
‐Okay.

Oh, my God!

Michael...

I'm so sorry!
I should've believed you!

‐That's okay. Let's go.
‐I'm so sorry!

What... what's happening?

What's happening?

What? What?

‐Who...?
‐I'm so, so sorry.

‐What are you...?
‐Baby...

Michael, what's happening?

Oh, dear!

Are you a friend of Scarlett's?

‐

Hey!

What's...? What...?

It's gonna be okay,
it's gonna be okay.

I don't understand.

Trick or treat!

Dads?

Dads?

Hello?

You're gonna have
to hit Home Depot

and pick up some lime, bitch.

I made a list of all we need.

Dad?!

Dad! Da...

Honey?

We need to talk.

It's okay, it's okay.

Did you kill them?

Now you have
no excuse not to stay.

I don't understand why we didn't
remember being murdered.

It's a very traumatic experience
to be murdered so violently

in your own bedroom.

It's not uncommon for a person
to repress that memory

as a coping mechanism.

"A coping mechanism"?

We are dead.

Can't we at least be liberated
from the worst parts

‐of being human when we die?
‐Apparently not.

At least not in this house.

So this is it? This?

This is,
this is the great mystery

of life and death?

Just an endless prison
of more of the same?

Sure,
I was worried about hell.

What gay Catholic isn't?

Torture and torment
are at least kind of sexy.

The one thing I did not worry
about in the afterlife

was that it was
gonna be mundane.

I understand.

But, you know,
I have found a way

to get some fun and relaxation
while I'm here.

I'm working with the other
therapist who's trapped here

on a book for all of us.

Wow. Can we talk about
what's important here?

Scarlett,

how do you feel about all this?

I don't know. I mean,

you guys are dead, which is sad,

but you're also, like, not dead.

Honey, we need to find someplace
for you to live.

All right?
It's not safe for you here.

No one's gonna hurt me here.

There are literally hundreds
of spirits in this place,

most of them not very nice.

Yeah, that crazy girl
who killed us would probably be

first in line, I bet.

She's not gonna hurt me.

She...

protects me.

You know her?

She's my girlfriend.

She kind of killed you guys
to keep me here.

And you think we're gonna let
you keep seeing her after this?

Um, I'll do what I want.
I mean, I don't know

if you guys realize this or not,

but you can't tell me
what to do anymore.

‐Scarlett,
that's not very productive.
‐What? They're dead.

They're trapped
in this house forever,

while I can come and go.

I'm pretty sure
that makes me emancipated.

Why are you being so difficult
about this?

We're just trying to protect you
from what we're going through.

‐I mean,
isn't that what fathers do?
‐You guys were dumb enough

to get yourselves in
over your heads with this house

and then get killed in it.

Why should I listen
to anything you say?

Hey. Where are you going?

I'm getting dressed.

There's a Halloween thing
at Griffith Park tonight.

You know what, I want the name
of the other therapist

who is dead in here.

You're terrible.

Do you have time
for a one‐on‐one?

You ready to go?

You can't come with me.

Yes, I can.

It's Halloween.
It's the one day of the year

when the dead
can walk the earth.

Is that true?

We can leave the house tonight?

It's perfect.
She'll be a lot easier

to kill outside of the house.

Is that really how we want to
spend our one night out a year?

Getting revenge on the bitch
who murdered us?

Um, yeah.

They probably would have gotten
a divorce if you hadn't.

And now, at least I don't have
to go to two houses on holidays.

It's not that bad, you know.

What, divorce?

Death.

‐Eternity in that house.
‐Hey.

You're the love of my life.

Being somewhere
with you, forever,

in a place where time doesn't
exist sounds like heaven.

But...

I just don't know if I'm ready
to give up the world yet.

Promise me you won't rob me
of that choice.

If we're in the house,
you can't just kill me

because you're afraid
I'm gonna abandon you, okay?

I promise.

♪ I can keep a secret ♪

♪ If you hush, hush ♪

So, what do you want to do
with your one night

in the world, my love?

Are you kidding?

Hey.

I want to have a nonstop orgy
of trouble

‐and pain.
‐

♪ Off with your head ♪

♪ Dance till you're dead ♪

♪ Heads will roll ♪

♪ Heads
will roll ♪

♪ Heads will roll ♪

♪ On the floor ♪

♪ Glitter on the wet streets ♪

♪ Silver over everything ♪

♪ The river's all wet ♪

♪ You're all chrome ♪

♪ Dripping with alchemy ♪

♪ Shiver stop shivering ♪

Hi.

Shanti. Hi.

‐Who's this?
‐I'm Ruby.

I'm her girlfriend.

Is she why you never text
or call me back anymore?

Why, every time I ask to come
see you, you leave me on "read"?

Probably. Or maybe she's just
not into boring people anymore.

♪ The men cry out,
the girls cry out ♪

♪ The men cry out, oh, no... ♪

What the fuck was that?
She's just a friend!

How am I supposed to know that?

I'm sorry. I'm possessive.

Shanti, wait!

♪ Off, off with your head ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance
till you're dead. ♪

Shanti.

Hey, I'm really sorry
about Ruby.

She can be kind of an asshole.

She's been through a lot.

You're my only friend.

And I was yours.

And then that thing
with those girls happened,

and you just disappeared.

I used that as an excuse to
not have to come back to school.

I told my dads
I was traumatized,

which was a lie.

I know.

I know you.
Nothing traumatizes you.

I think you may be a psychopath.

I looked it up online,
and you fit all the traits.

You don't have any empathy
or conscience.

You use people
like they're objects.

Look, my home life has gotten
really complicated, okay?

I didn't want you there
because it's not safe for you.

I'm trying to protect you.

From what?

The truth?

Like I didn't figure it out
already?

I know you killed those girls.

I don't know how or what you did
to them, but I know you did it.

I'm not like you.

Things do traumatize me.

I don't sleep much anymore.

I haven't been eating.

My parents want to put me
on antidepressants.

I needed you.

To talk to me about all of this.

I needed you to tell me that
I don't need to feel guilty.

About what?
You didn't do anything.

But I know.

Those girls' families
are freaking out.

They don't know
if they're alive or dead.

I told the cops
that I didn't think

you could do anything
seriously bad, but...

that was a lie.

You're capable of anything.

‐Shanti...
‐Just leave me alone!

I don't want you
in my life anymore.

MAYA

Shanti.

I said leave me alone!

I don't understand.

‐You guys are alive?
‐You should have told

the police about Scarlett.

You should have
done something, Shanti.

You, like, stood in the way

of justice,
and you must be punished.

I hereby sentence you

to a really fucking violent
and painful death.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Why should you get
to have all the fun?

If you touch Scarlett

or this one, I'm gonna be
peeling your faces off

every day
for the next thousand years.

Come on, girls.

This isn't over yet.

I thought they were dead.

They won't bother you
ever again.

‐Thank you.
‐You're Scarlett's friend,

so you're my friend.

I love her.

Then why are you keeping her
from her life?

She doesn't go
to school anymore.

She doesn't talk to me anymore.

If you really loved her,
you'd set her free.

‐

‐
‐Ruby.

There's one in the corner
if you want it.

Hey, bitch.

I told you, she's off‐limits.

Our faces will grow back,
but if she dies out here,

‐you're stuck
without her forever.
‐Ain't love a bitch?

Run!

Nicole?

William?

Where have you been?

I don't understand.

‐Boo!
‐God, you scared me.

We went at it all night.

They're all pretty tough,
to tell you the truth.

‐Hmm.
‐I almost respect them.

They wore out first, though.

What's gonna happen when
someone finds all those bodies?

They'll send out an APB
for a killer in a scary mask

‐and another
in a Rubber Woman suit.
‐

Listen, Ruby,

I need to tell you something.

It's not sunrise yet.

That little twat's not setting
foot inside this house again.

She's right.

Ruby,

I'm sorry.

I love you, but...

it's not what I want.

I want to live out here.

Anywhere but that house.

Look, I'm really sorry
about how I reacted

to you guys humiliating me.

I just need to go inside,
gather my stuff

and say goodbye to my dads.

Can nobody kill me
while I do that?

We were pretty awful.

At least we won't grow old
and ugly now.

Thank you.

Can I tell Mom and Dad?

No. Tell the police they'll find
our bodies in the house.

But never come inside.

Do you understand?

‐Who should I say killed you?
‐Me.

Ruby McDaniel.
Tell them I live here

and they should come arrest me.

See you next Halloween.

Where will you go?

I'm not sure yet. Maybe abroad.

You guys won't need
your retirement

or 401funds,
so I should have enough cash

to take my time figuring it out.

Scarlett,
you have to go to school.

Or what, you're gonna demand

a ghost
parent‐teacher conference?

School sucks.

I'll be fine.

I'll keep in touch. You guys
can use cell phones, right?

‐Yeah. I assume.
‐Yeah.

I mean, we can fuck and bleed,

so cell phones are
probably okay, too.

Are you guys gonna be okay?

There's no more stress
about money or the future.

We can just enjoy
each other now.

And there's always
Adam the contractor

‐in case either of us
gets bored.
‐

‐Troy, please.
‐What? I'm‐I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.
I'm not kidding.

I love you guys.

‐I love you, too.
‐I love you, too.

Okay.

‐Got everything you need?
‐Yeah.

I'm fine.

‐Love you.
‐Love you, hon.

You're the only person
in my life

whose suffering
brings me no pleasure.

Same.

♪ Right or wrong,
I'll be with you ♪

♪ Right or wrong, I'll be
with you ♪

♪ I'll do what you ask me to ♪

♪ I'll do
what you ask me to ♪

♪ For I believe that I belong ♪

♪ I believe that I belong ♪

♪ By your side ♪

♪ Right or wrong... ♪

♪ Right or wrong,
it's gotta be ♪

♪ Always you... ♪

♪ Always you and always me... ♪

Hello?

Hey, baby.
How are things going there?

Same shit.
Like we're in a fucking sitcom.

Michael's making pancakes,
and then I think

they're all playing
running charades or some shit.

‐Hey, babe.
‐Now I'm convinced I'm in hell.

Hi, sweetie. Halloween's
only two months away.

We're going as gladiators.

God, they were never this good
at being parents

when it was just me.

What the hell else
are they gonna do?

That dude Adam totally finished
up repairs on the house.

Not that anyone

is gonna buy it
after they found even more

dead bodies in it.

I may stab all these
annoying fucks to death later

to cure my boredom.

I found him. Your fake uncle.

I got pretty close
using Facebook.

Then I had
to hard‐core gross flirt

with some dude at the DMV
to get his address, but...

it's him.

Tony Peterson.

I even stole his mail
just to be sure.

What are you gonna do to him?

Let's just say

that today
is his last day on earth,

and it's gonna be
the worst one he's ever had.

‐Love you, baby.
‐I love you.

Send pics.

♪ Right or wrong,
it's gotta be ♪

♪ Right or wrong, it's
gotta be ♪

♪ Always you ♪

♪ Always me ♪

♪ Always you and always me ♪

♪ Won't you take me along ♪

♪ Won't you
take me along ♪

♪ To be with you... ♪

A wise man once said

happiness is something
to look forward to.

I never understood that
until I was dead.

When you're dead and stuck in a
haunted house for all eternity,

there's not much to do
but wait and wait.

And the waiting,
like another wise man once said,

is indeed the hardest part
of love.

If it's real love.

‐Hey, sis.
‐Hey, Ruby.

Thanks for not stabbing me lately.

No problem.

On Halloween,

no one ever rang the door
for candy at the Murder House.

But one person
always showed up every year

like clockwork.

And so I waited,
nervous and tremulous,

like the lovestruck schoolgirl
I will always be.

And when she appeared to see me,

to hold me through
that one night every year,

that was somehow enough.

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