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Come on, Dan. We wanna get there before Christmas.

- Yeah, yeah.

[Laughing And Jeering]

- Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.

- Ahhhh

- It's Creepy out here.

Do you think this will be better than Fright Night 2015?

- Oh yeah. That was good.

- Hope so.

- That guy in the dog mask still gives me nightmares.

- Wuss

- You we're scared too!

- Mate, I don't get scared.

- Oh yeah. how come every year we go on these immersive

experiences If you don't like being scared.

- Correction, I like seeing you scared.

- Ah, you were scared at that VR thing we went to.

- It wasn't fear. That was motion sickness.

- Oh, you are such a Liar.

- Terrified.

- Don't be stupid.

It should be...

It should be just round there I think.

- Do you actually know where we're going?

- I was in the cadets for five years.

So, I think I know what I'm doing.

See I, I don't get this.

We're right where it says we should be.

- Well...

Did you get the right day?

- Should be right here?

- Welcome.

- We were starting to panic.

Thought we had the wrong creepy forest.

- Oh no. This is the right one.

- Are the others not here yet?

- Unfortunately, they all cancelled this morning.

It's just us.

You can set your tents up just over here.

Oh you.

Help me start the fire.

- Never see this at home.

- Did you know you're actually seeing light

that's taken 20, 30, even a hundred years to reach us?

We're actually looking back in time.

- You been listening to Brian Cox, again?

- Is this your first trip together?

- Nah, we book time away every summer.

- We did secret cinema.

- Escape rooms too.

- This experience will stay with you

for the rest of your lives.

- See on the website it said this is a once in

a lifetime experience.

So, not much repeat custom?

- You know where we're sitting?

1993, a hiking party

found three skulls, about a hundred yards

or so, over there.

An excavation took place.

Local historians and archaeologists.

3,500.

- that's a lot of archaeologists.

- Dead bodies were found here.

- Who were they?

- No one knows.

There was no evidence, or markings of who these people were.

Before you and me.

Before...

any of these trees or settlers.

In fact, before any man set foot on this

soil, there was an evil here.

It lived in this place, walked these grounds,

festering, screaming at the stars.

It could never rest.

Never cease in it's

Search for more pain and misery.

I have seen those bones.

I have seen how they've been twisted and broken and burned.

The pain and torture. These people went through.

They were dragged into the earth

and the evil here fed off them for an eternity.

- Greedy bastard.

[Chuckles]

Sorry.

- I walk out here often.

And when the trees are silent, I can hear them.

Children's cries. Figures roaming in the countryside.

Eyes staring back at me

in the darkness.

There is a custom

that we carry out on every tour.

This is a totem.

It's a way of feeding the evil.

It allows us to communicate with the dead.

Throw it into the flame,

and as it burns, tell a story.

[Creepy Laughter]

But not just any story. Oh, no,

No...

You tell a story that you fear.

A fable that haunts you.

So,

who's brave enough to talk to the dead?

- You are good. A bit old school, but I like it.

- You can count me out. - Me too.

- Such wusses, man.

- Oh, yeah?

Mine would scare the life out of you mate.

- No, Mark,

I'm already not sleeping tonight as it is.

- This is a story about shadows.

It begins with running.

- Where the fuck do you think you're going?

Where you going, sunshine?

Oi!

- Fucker.

- You've let him get away.

- Piss off.

Come on, let's get this little prick.

- Oi, get back here, dickhead.

- Shit.

Come on.

Okay, okay.

- Bastard's chained.

- Right well break it off then.

- Jesus Christ.

Think you need to get back down the gym, mate.

Thought we'd never get in.

- Keep talking.

- We know you're in here Danny boy.

There's nowhere to go, mate.

Don't make this any worse than it already is.

- Where's our fucking money?

- I don't have it. I told you I got screwed over too.

Just leave me alone.

- It was your deal. And we know you switched it.

Now why don't you come out and sort out your mess like a

good little girl.

- Got you, you little prick!

Now, where's our fucking money?

Terry, I found him!

He's over here.

Get back here

you little bastard!

Fucking get you in a minute. You fucking little twat.

[Strange Clicking Sound]

[Guttural Noise]

- What the fuck?

- Get the fuck out!

- Barry. Barry. No. Wait.

- Daniel, you are really starting to piss me off.

- Barry, there's something there. It's in the shadows, man.

- Get the fuck out now before fuck you up!

[Growls and Screams]

- Barry!

[Distant Screaming]

[Heavy Guttural Breathing]

[Guttural Purring Sound]

- Jesus.

You are fucking dead, Danny!

Do you hear me? Dead!

[Low Growl]

[Sniffing]

[Low Growl Grows]

[Growling Stops]

Fucking think you're doing. - Terry. We need to be quiet.

- I'm gonna make you pay for what you did to Baz.

- It wasn't me that killed him.

There's something else in here.

- You're lying.

You're lying. Grow some balls have ya. Decided to do

dirtywork yourself?

- It's not like that man.

Look at me. How the hell could I take out Barry?

- Maybe he got lucky?

- No

I didn't do it.

There's something else in here.

- Like what?

- This is gonna sound nuts.

I'm not really sure. But it looked like some kind

of, some kind of monster.

- Monster. Fuck's sake. That's it you're dead!

- No, - No, no, no, no, no, no. Stop please.

I can't explain it exactly.

- You better start trying.

- I didn't stick around long enough to see it.

I didn't study it man. It's dark in here.

Look, all I know is

that it looked like some kind of creature attacked Barry.

- Bullshit. - It's not bullshit, man. Look at me.

I am shaking.

- If you are lying to me, I swear to God.

- Listen,

there is something else stuck in here with us.

All we need to do is just get out.

- We're not going anywhere.

- What? Why?

- Cause we're gonna kill it.

- Don't be stupid, man.

- Watch your fucking mouth!

Someone needs to pay for what happened to Baz.

And if it's not you, it's this so-called thing.

So you better hope we find it.

- Terry don't be stupid. Let's just

get out of here. Listen

to me calm down. We can

- Shut up and take that.

- What am I gonna do with that?

- Crack it's fucking head open!

- Sod that it'll kill me before I get the chance.

- Listen, if you'll try and make a run for it

I swear to God, I'll kill you myself.

- Terry, don't do this, man. Terry.

[Terry's Screams]

[Monster Growling And Terry's Screams]

Get off him!

Get off him!

Arrghhhh

[Growls]

- Found ya, ya little shit. And I've already called the police.

- We need the police. - What's with your leg? You alright?

- No, there's something in here. It attacked me.

- What?

- Look can we just get out of here and wait for the police?

Please?

- Alright, come on, son.

Sit yourself down there. Lemme have a

look at your wound.

- There's no time, we need to leave.

- Look sit down will ya.

I need to stop that bleeding.

Then I'll call the police.

- What? I thought you said you'd already called them?

- I always say that. Do you know how many junkies

and bloody teenagers I get breaking in?

- Well, we need to call 'em now.

- Alright. Alright. It's only gonna take me

two minutes.

- Jesus Christ.

- Son the door's locked, alright? You're safe in here.

Right? Let's have a look. Come move your hand.

Yeah.

I used to work at the, the steel mills in Hartlepool.

I've seen some bloody cuts in my time,

but this is a nasty one.

Yeah.

- Ouch.

- 31 years I was there.

And now look at me, hey.

Still I get to see my grandkids more now that I moved down.

My name's Jeff, by the way. What's yours?

- Daniel. My name's Daniel.

- Dan. Daniel, right. Okay. Dan, that should just about do it.

You gonna need some stitches though? It's a deep cut.

Put your under on there, will ya. Pressure.

Give it a pressure.

Right.

- Any of those screens for this building?

- Huh. Erm yeah. I I I think it's four and five.

- Did you not see anything?

- To be honest, son?

I don't really monitor them. They don't pay me enough.

But they record though.

- Can we, can we play it back?

Can we play back the main factory room?

- I, I don't really like to mess around with 'em.

You know, I leave that to the younger lads.

- We need to play it back.

I need to see it. I need to see what happened.

- Yeah, I know, but I, I'm sorry, but I don't have the

authorizion. - No I need to. - I'm sorry.

- Please. - Jesus all right, will ya just calm down will ya. God.

Just gimme a bloody minute.

Right.

Let's have a look.

Right, that's it.

Alright that should do it.

- Can you go forward on that a bit?

- Oh, bloody hell. That's a nasty blow.

You ought to get yourself checked out.

You might have a concussion.

- No I, I'm fine. Can you zoom in on that?

No, no, no. Wait. This is it.

This is when it turns up just before Barry arrived.

That's not right.

- Oh. What, what do you mean?

- That's not what happened?

- Oh my God.

What have you done son?

- That...

That's not, that's not right. That's...

That's not what happened.

I, that, that wasn't me.

- It's okay. Right? I mean, you, you,

you got a bad knock on the head.

You didn't know what was going on, right?

- No I wouldn't, I wouldn't do that.

I wouldn't do that. I couldn't do that. Look I'll show you.

Come on, come on. Show yourself

- Daniel, Daniel. You just, just calm down, right?

- Please, please, please, please.

- Son.

Okay. I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm gonna get some help, alright.

You need help. Alright.

- It's not, it's not real.

- It's not What, - What happened, I...

I don't...

No, no, no. The the creature.

The creature it, it stabbed me in the leg.

Arghhh.

Oh my God.

It was me!

Oh my God.

I... I just, I killed both of them.

W...What is... I don't...

- Look, look, those men were trying to hurt you.

Right? You were just trying to defend yourself.

I, I just need you to, to breathe and, and try to calm down.

All right?

- What's happening to me?

- Oh, hello yeah. Erm... I, I,

I need the police and, and an ambulance.

Five B, West Court industrial estate.

Yeah there's been several attacks

and possibly a, a a couple of fatalities.

- Listen.

- What is it?

- You hear that? - I can't hear anything, son.

- it's's coming back. it's coming back.

We have to get out of it. it's coming for us.

it's coming back.

- Listen, listen.

I'm getting help, right? The police will be here shortly.

I just need you to, to calm down and stay put.

Nothing is coming.

- You get away from him. You get away from him now!

Leave him alone. Leave him alone!

- You need to get here soon, the guys not well.

- You get the fuck away from him!

- Okay son, just come on

and just, just calm down.

Just put the knife down,.

- Okay. You are not gonna do this.

He's done, he's done nothing to you.

He's done nothing to you. And he's, he's done nothing

to me. - Hey hey,

come on. Just look at me. Look at me.

There's no one there. It's just,

it's just me and you, right?

Just me and you.

- He's just there. It's right there, you have to...

Why can't you not see?

- You... You've lost a lot of blood. You're not thinking straight.

- You're not gonna do this again. No.

I won't let you do this.

No, you...

No you don't! No!

Christ no son!

- Okay, that was creepy.

- I told you.

- No way is that true?

- I have no idea. It was a story Mark Bexley told me.

- Mark Bexley, can do one.

- Then we all know it was complete bollocks then.

- Demons don't always appear with forked tails,

horns, and a Trident.

They're deep inside us all.

Buried within,

wrapped up in our failures and guilt.

- Mate, you never switch off. I'm impressed.

- So..

who wants to exercise their demons next huh?

- I'll do it.

- Get this Man a death stick.

- Go ahead.

- This is the story of the Hidden Woman.

- Is this about your last girlfriend mate?

- Shut up Mark.

- This story begins with a car arriving at a large house.

- Why didn't she take all this?

- Well Danny, she wasn't expecting to go so suddenly.

She would've liked more time to prepare.

- Do we get to keep all this?

- Erm yeah, some of it. Just the stuff we like. We've got

to make room for our own things.

Why don't you go and explore.

So what do you think?

- What if we don't like it here?

- Then we'll fix the place up and sell it

and we'll move to somewhere we do like.

Charlie, come and see what I found.

- What is it?

- It's a phonograph.

- What does it do?

- Well, it plays music. This turns and it plays a song.

- Can I hear it?

- Ah yeah. Let me see.

- Is it broken?

- Yeah, maybe.

Oh that's a shame. Well, look,

maybe we'll find someone later in the

week who can help us fix it.

Charlie, I don't want you wandering

around this house in the dark.

Okay?

Charlie, how did you reach this glass?

Let's go back to bed.

[Heavy banging from above]

[Banging moving across the ceiling]

[Banging dances across the room upstairs]

Charlie.

[Heavier Banging]

Charlie.

[Banging Continues]

[Banging Continues]

[Banging Continues]

- And you are sure you don't want tea. - I'm good.

So what? - It... it's for Digby?

- He's a Boston Terrier, not Cujo.

- Sorry darling. I dunno what that means?

[Phonograph music begins to play]

- Nanny.

- What's that lovely?

- That's nanny.

- Let me see.

That's not nanny darling. She wasn't a dancer.

- She told me she was.

- When?

Charlie, when did you see her?

- When I was thirsty.

- Charlie.

Charlie.

- You didn't throw it away.

- What's that darling?

Oh.

- I was having a bad dream.

Mum. Mummy,

Mum, you're squeezing me too tight.

Mom. Stop it.

- Charlie!

Charlie are you okay? - What's happening?

- We're leaving. - Where are we going? - just put this on.

We just gotta go anywhere.

We just gotta get out of this house.

You need to be as quiet as you can.

[Phonograph music Plays]

Oh...

- Arghhhh

- Baaa!

You jumped. You literally jumped.

- Mate you shouted that was a flinch. I did not...

It wasn't a fright, it was a flinch. A flinched.

- Wait, wait. What, what happened to them?

- No one knows. They were never seen again.

- What and that's a true story?

- Yep.

- Bollocks.

If that was true, how did anyone live to tell a tale?

- The dead do visit us.

The ghosts, spirits, apparitions, whatever you decide

to name them, they do exist.

They're regrets, moments of fear and hate.

Frozen in time.

Consumed by it.

- Thank you. At least someone gets it.

- No, no, not a chance.

- Oh come on. We did it.

- Appease them, appease them.

- If I do it will you shut up?

- Absolutely.

- Where's the thing then?

Thank you.

The setting is a cheap hotel.

- What local IPA's They do?

- None.

Sorry, I just got you a pint.

- Bottle of Mexican would've been better, but

- Sorry.

- No, it's fine. It's fine.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, of course. Just excited, you know.

Anyway, happy anniversary.

tastes weird.

- Cause the thing is, I'm, I'm still not really sure

if I wanna do this.

- Oh, here we go, babe. We deserve this. You deserve this.

Just let yourself have a good time, for once. Yeah.

How long have we been saying we wanted to be more

experimental?

- Well, you've been saying that.

- Look,

I'm frustrated alright.

I'm not like you. I've got needs. I'm passionate.

Why do you think my temper's been so bad lately?

- I understand and I forgave that.

But I need to know that you really wanna do this, make...

- Oh, we go with the bloody mind games.

Look, you moan when I cheat behind your back

and then you moan when I'm honest about it!

Mixed messages.

- All I'm saying is it's not too late to just leave.

- No! Can't you make just one bloody sacrifice.

So, how are we all doing?

- Peachy. Thank you, Steve. Just getting nice and relaxed.

Tongue out.

- What?

- It'll make it more special.

- Oh, right. Oh. In that case, down the flipping hatch.

- Cath?

- Oh, not for me. Thanks Luna. Work tomorrow.

And what do you do, erm, Marcus?

- He does as he's told.

- I think we're a bit nervous, to be honest.

- No we're not! Trying new things. Keeps you young, eh?

Like this one's always off at some new book club

or knitting circle or whatever.

- Hardly.

- Good job though. She wouldn't have met you two.

What Wws it? Life drawing class.

- You know what we do it's, it's not for everyone.

- Yeah, but the polyamory thing works for you.

Right?

- We believe that only

by surrendering your own petty desires can you truly help

your life partner realise their fullest potential.

- There you go. I like that.

- Oh, you will.

- Right. Let's crack on

Here's your key. 68.

Rude. Nearly

- As long as you're sure?

And whoever gets your

- Oh he's sure.

And, whoever gets your body

only Cath gets your heart.

Right?

- Exactly.

Don't forget to film it with you, mate.

- Have fun.

[Steve's Seedy Laughing]

- We will.

- Oh yeah, baby. - Yeah. - Oh, this is what I wanted. - Yeah?

- Yeah. Oh. Rocking the goth vibe. Cool.

Careful with that. It's new.

- Music.

I like music whilst I...

- Have sex.

- Something like that.

- I'd have gone with a bit of John Legend, but,

- Shhhh

- Oh poppers.

Been a while.

- Shut up.

- Can I undress you now? See the goods. Ohh yeah.

Yeah I've been a bad boy.

- Mmmm,

I know.

- Oh, massage oil. Here we go.

- Lie still.

It'll feel better.

- Ugh. What smell did you get?

Rancid Badger? Should have got aloe vera

- And not talking wouldn't hurt.

- Bit on the left.

Okay. Just so you know, this is about as kinky as I want to...

What's this? This isn't what I asked for.

Read the bloody email.

Ow. Fucking ow.

I said no pain play!

Er... Banana. Mango. Whatever the bloody safe word was.

Hey, this isn't funny you crazy cow.

Er... Er. Pineapple. Erm... Papaya.

Peach.

Arghhhh.

That's not sexy.

That's just mental.

Hello.

Help!

This isn't funny, you know?

Can you let me in, please?

Hello, help.

Hello, please can you let me in.

Please can you let me in.

Help. Help. Help.

Room service.

Please help.

[Whimpering]

Hello?

Anybody?

Got the wrong fucking bloke. Got the wrong fucking bloke.

Please.

You gotta help me. There's a pack of my bastards.

- What? I'm sorry, sir. You...

- In fancy dress, chasing me.

- Right?

Good God. Well, we should,

should call the police immediately.

- Don't you think you should love.

- Yeah erm.

We need to get you somewhere safe first.

Are you here alone?

Sir?

- Open up you witchy pricks. Kath. Kath.

Kath.

Don't worry, babe. I'm here.

- About time too.

It's nearly midnight, you know.

- What?

- Apologies, my celebrant.

- Th e sacrament?

- Blessed.

- The sigil?

- Branded.

- And the supplicant?

- Bound.

- Lovely.

Right then.

Enumerate the offering, please Lu.

- A finger.

[ALL]- Finger.

- From a hand raised in violence.

- An eye.

[ALL] - Eye.

- That sort out the profane.

- And a tongue.

[ALL] - Tongue.

- That never once spoke truth.

And I'll have that fucking earring too.

[Steve Groans In Pain]

Do you Steven 'Keith' Collings,

[ALL] - The unworthy.

- Hereby give penance?

Will you ever again betray your solemn vow through the

craven weakness of your flesh?

And do you wholly, truly,

and forevermore pledge to me alone

your heart?

Is the right answer.

That's a good job too. 'cause we sort of started without you.

- Arghhhhh.

[ALL] - The unworthy.

- Happy anniversary.

- What the hell was that?

- It's a life lesson Mark.

- Well he didn't learn anything, did he? Because he's dead.

- Well, lesson wasn't for him.

No. Be appreciative of what you have in this life.

- Exactly.

- So if you have a good life,

you won't have a horrible death.

- Oh no.

You do.

Good and bad doesn't come into it.

What's gonna happen,

It happens.

- Well I will always be appreciative of what I have.

- Yeah, exactly. Or you're gonna get Steved.

- That's messed up.

- I loved it Donna. You've got a wicked mind.

- Thank you.

- There's one more to go.

- Do I have to?

- Saved the best to last.

- Fine. Give it here.

- This better not be a chapter

from one of the books you're writing.

- No interruptions, okay.

Okay.

The faint sound of Hollywood trailers can be heard.

- Come on, you must have an opinion?

- I do, but I'm just not getting involved

in that bullshit conversation. Sorry.

- Come on mate. You must have one?

- Wrath of Khan.

- No, look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You can't have a sequel that's based on a TV series.

- Who said that? Who?

- Everyone! - What? - Everybody knows the rules.

- Okay, well that's just bollocks then, isn't it mate?

Sorry. No,

- Sorry for your wait.

- No worries.

Could we get

one sweet popcorn,

one salted for this weirdo.

[Error Sound]

Three Cokes.

[Error Sound]

And...

- I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to call my supervisor.

- No worries.

- Mr. Robinson. It's happened again.

- What have I told you about overusing the radio?

- It's happened again. The

screen's crashed.

- It's not crashed. You just didn't use it properly.

That's a completely different problem,

isn't it?

- I'm sor...

- I'm sorry for the unnecessary delay.

- Jesus Christ. This place is just a

bundle of fun, isn't it?

- Do you even understand how to alter the quanity?

- I'm sorry.

- Waste of my time when I've got other things to be doing.

- Oh God.

- Beat the crowds.

- Meanwhile, whose idea was it

to see a premier film at a midnight showing?

I mean, it's, it's like a fucking morgue in here.

- Yeah I'm trying to avoid the spoiler, ain't I.

- So how come Matt Damon's in the trailer?

Didn't he fall off a building in the first one?

- I thought it was like a flashback, wasn't it?

- Could be a ghost.

- Twin brother.

[Coughing] Ahem

Sorry, what mate?

- Your incessant talking.

Yeah, ruining the film.

- Mate the film?

It's an advert for washing up powder.

- Yeah, do you mind just keeping your voices

to a respectable level.

- Fucking twat.

- I'm, I'm, I'm a tw...

- I'm sorry.

- I'm gonna go for a piss, before we get in more trouble.

Want some?.

- I said I'm sorry.

- I don't expect

to hold your hand your entire shift.

- But...

- I don't want to hear it.

You're fired.

[Radio Beeps]

Yep.

Yeah, we've run out 3D glasses.

Yeah, well tell them to close one eye.

What are you still doing here?

I thought I asked you to...

why are you wearing that?

Gareth?

That's, that's my best fountain pen.

Arghhhhhhh

- Fuck!

Fuck.

- No, Gareth. Please.

You can have your job back. You can have a new job.

Gareth.

Please.

No, Gareth, please...

Holy shit.

[Muffled Screams]

- Guys get your coats. We need to go. Come on.

Come on. Quick, quick.

We need to go. Come on.

Look. He's dead.

- Matt Damon? - Look he fucking killed him.

He's dead. Killed him. - Hold on.

I thought you said you hadn't seen the film yet.

- Shhhhh!

- Say, oh my God. If he does that again.

- No, just listen, alright.

- So Matt Damon does it?

I went out to go to the toilet, and there was this,

what the fuck?

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- This is out-bloody-rageous.

- Oh, excuse me.

Excuse me. Stop, stop, stop there.

Please, please, just stop there. Just wait.

- Whow. Kindly step out my way.

- Look, just move.

- Just fucking listen.

I'm sorry.

The, the big guy from before. Yeah.

He's just killed the manager.

Oh yeah.

The fire exit. Quickly. Why aren't you moving? Quick come on.

Fuck, fuck!

Fuck. He must have blocked it or locked it or something.

- I don't know what the hell's wrong with you lot?

- If you go out there, you're gonna die. Alright.

- Okay. Alright. Okay.

I see what's fucking going on here. It's a shit joke,

isn't it? I mean,

- What? How

and why would I have turned off this film?

And why the fuck would I joke about someone being

brutally fucking murdered?

That's not in the slightest bit funny. Is it Matthew?

- No, it's not. What this is is a disgrace.

- No. Wait. Please don't go out

- Now you've gone and done it.

- Come on, we need to stop him.

- Alright. Okay. We better stop him. Just in case he blames us.

- No, not him to killer you prick. Come on.

- All right, alright. Fuck.

- Oh yeah, you. Excuse me.

I'd like to make a formal complaint, please.

And request a full refill.

Now, I don't know if you care about the value

of your customer experience,

but it's bloody bedlam in there.

What's with the... Bit early for Halloween, isn't it?

- There he goes like, you know

what he's gonna complain about, don't you like, oh,

it was speaking from my favourite Werther's

original advert. It was based on me. I'm that decrepit.

- Not only is the screen blank, there's a gand of youths...

- Holy shit.

- Fucking shit.

Jesus Christ. Did you just see what he did to that guy?

- Now would you believe me?

- We have to get out.

- Alright, we need to keep our voices down.

We can't just go walking out there, can we?

- Oh, you've gotta call out for something.

- We're under a concrete ceiling in a soundproof room.

So! - So, so what do we do?

What do we do? What do we do?

- I dunno. We've, we've seen enough

of these bloody films to know what happens.

- Fucking hate horrors as well.

- We all rush him.

Three versus one. He won't stand a chance.

- Alright?

And when was the last time you had a fight? - I've had loads.

The last time you had a fight, you was eight years old

and it was on the playground

against Sarah with the eyebrows.

And she beat you to a pulp. - She, she's not too bad now.

- She, she's not too bad now.

I mean, I went out on a date with her once.

- Not the time mate.

- Sorry. Yeah.

- Look, he can't be that strong.

- Do you wanna test that theory do you?

- We can't just wait here.

- Okay. Okay. We'll sneak out to the foyer. Just hear me out.

We sneak out there together.

We get just enough signal to phone the police.

We tell 'em what happened and then we just, we'll hide

and, and wait for them to come.

- Okay? So yeah, go out to the foyer, the fucking kill zone.

Is that your idea.

- Okay then we'll stay in the dark room

and wait for the Prometheus man to arrive.

- Alright? Just keep it down.

- Thank God the lights on anyway.

- You had to say it.

- He's cut the power.

Wait, which way now?

- W, We...

We can...

Run. Run!

Oh - Shit.

[Movie Music Playing]

- Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Keychain Jangling

- Natasha?

Get the fuck off me you pervert!

What? What are you doing? What are you going t... Stop.

[Toilet Flushes]

- You are in the wrong room.

- What?

Yours is the little stick figure without the dress on.

Or is that too confusing for you?

- No, no, no. I'm sorry.

I'm just, I'm trying to hide.

- In the women's toilets?

Well, that's a perfectly normal opening gambit, isn't it?

Pervert?

- What? No, no, I'm not pervert.

- Says the sweaty man

standing in the women's toilet, holding, what you holding?

Oh. Pervert.

- Can you stop saying that please. Nevermind listen.

The tall guy that works here, do you know him?

- Gareth? Yeah. Obviously. Yeah. cause I fucking work here.

Genius.

And if you don't get out, I'm calling of him.

- He's out there and he is killing people.

He's smashing blokes head in! - Right.

- Right. Oh, is this what gets you off yeah?

just chatting shit to strangers.

- Oh my God. Everyone's gone mad. Look at, just watch this.

- Oh if this is a penis, I swear to God.

- Oh my God.

- Yeah. Listen, we need

to stick together if we're gonna get out of this alive.

- Well I'm not going on a date

with you afterwards if that's what you're thinking.

- Jesus Christ.

[Keychain Jangling]

- That's my manager.

- Look, he's dead. Quick hide.

- Go and have a Look.

- Right.

- Oh fuck.

Okay, you got me.

But erm

Let's just talk about it.

Yeah?

You don't have to do this.

You hate your job. I mean, I get that.

I, I mean, you're just angry.

Let's just

let me go.

And I won't say anything

to anyone, okay?

I don't have to use this.

- Hey asshole

shit.

Oh, oh.

- Noooooo!

Bastard!

Oi!

Run.

Just fucking die!

I've got the keys!

- Hurry up.

- Which key is it? I mean you bloody work here?

- I only started on Saturday.

- Oh for fuck's sake. Why is there's so many keys?

Who needs this many keys?

Yes. Come on man. Hurry up. Hurry up, man.

Yes that's enough. Go, go, go. Go

[Police Sirens]

Quick give us your hand.

Come on, get through

[Screaming]

- Bang!

shot in the head.

- Oh Oh shit. Taken out by the po po

- You fed them well.

- Who? Oh, the ghosts.

- Well aren't you gonna tell a story?

- I wouldn't dare.

Well goodnight.

And good luck.

- Farewell.

- Good luck with what?

- Staying alive, maybe?

- Aren't we supposed to be going hiking

with that fruit loop tomorrow?

Grim.

Oi you lot?

Hey.

- Huh?

- He's gone.

- What?

- That guy is gone.

- He's probably just out killing a defenceless animal.

- Oh, nah. His tents gone.

- What he just up to left the middle of the night?

- Well that was a waste of money.

- Maybe it's part of the experience.

- Might wanna check your wallets.

- My phone. I swear I have my phone on me.

My phone's gone.

- What?

- He's robbed us!

- It'll be in your sleeping bag.

- It's not I checked.

- Wait.

He's taken my dad's watch.

- My fucking phone.

- My wallet's gone.

- My notebook. It was in my pocket. It's gone.

- Why would he take your shitty

notebook and my thousand pound phone?

That makes no sense.

- I'm going to kill him.

- What a absolute creep.

Can we complain about him on TripAdvisor, or something?

- TripAdvisor.

- I've not even got insurance.

- The hell man.

- He just brought us here to rob us.

- Mam.

Mam.

I'm home.

- So who's brave enough to speak with the dead?

- I'll go first.

There was once a young woman. She was a talented novelist.

She lived to write, to create.

She was working in a studio

in a house she lived in with her mum.

She was young, but already worked for one

of the biggest publishers in London.

She had just finished the final chapter

of her book when bang!

A bird hits the window.

- Trust me, they are listening.