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"It all started with a scream."

The story goes that mom

gave birth to a baby boy.

It's decided they have no choice

but to do a C-section.

No one could believe the evil that lay in it.

The doctor informed the couple that it was nothing

they could do to repair the baby's deformity.

They didn't know what they were going to do,

but they promised themselves

that she would love him no matter what.

(bone cracks)

He was their little angel.

It was always going to be hard for the child.

When the child got a little older, he tried to make friends

with his colleagues.

(children laugh)

They would harass him for being different,

but there were a few who were nice to him.

They mocked the child,

and the kid didn't like that at all.

(intense music)

There was nothing anyone could do.

The child had told his parents everything,

so they did the only thing they could think to do.

They put him in the basement.

But not everything was so bad in the basement.

The child had a boyfriend.

But word spread quickly about the murder.

An angry mob soon surrounded the house.

(glass breaks)

There was nothing the parents could do.

The child tried to save his friend,

but the door was too strong even for him to open.

With no other options, the child tried

to escape the burning house.

She couldn't leave her parents.

He tried to call her "Mom, Dad", but then...

It wasn't long before townsfolk saw the child escape.

Only when they looked over the edge of the dock

that they saw the baby's body go under

to the bottom of the lake.

A dangerous fog began to roll in,

and Popeye's body was never found.

(dramatic music)

- Hello.

- Jesus, cherry.

- I thought he offered some time

to get all the eeks and aahs out of the way

before going to his house.

- Correct. Temporary layoff.

- All right, girls, I don't want any of this playground shit

while we're there, okay?

You don't just want to get caught. This is important.

- Right, right because the fate

channel depends on it.

- We haven't had a single video reach 100,000 views

in almost two months, okay?

- I have some great ideas on how to make it better.

- How?

- It's a surprise.

(training)

- Sorry to interrupt you guys.

I have a bad feeling about this.

- Oh, Mia, you always have a bad feeling.

Oh, God. Did you get video?

- No, I just...

- This is crazy.

- Why? It's just fog.

- You know it's coming when the fog rolls in.

It was 15 years ago,

the little boy they named Popeye drowned in this lake.

We will film more of the lake as the fog moves further in.

He's gonna make a great shot.

Ready with the camera?

Let's make this quick, yeah.

- Good framing?

- Yeah. Ready when you are.

- Welcome back, ghoulies to another episode

from the Haunted Houses of Evil.

A series that takes you into the homes of killers.

Legend has it that a young boy named Johnny

nicknamed Popeye killed a classmate,

choking him so hard with his deformed hands

his eyes popped out of his skull.

- The town burned down the house with Popeye in it.

- And yet it was bought again recently

and is currently under renovation.

- The current owner doesn't know what to do with the house

since there have been so many disappearances in the area.

- Let's see if Popeye's Ghost wants to play with...

Apples?

- I think I just saw someone.

- What? You just ruined it for nothing?

- I swear! I just saw someone there.

- All we have to do is try again now.

- Uh, no, no, no, no, no. It's gonna be fine.

I will get ADR if needed.

All right. Okay. You girls ready?

- [Cherry] Let's go.

Creepy.

- [Alan] Please, just in case.

- I say we start in the basement.

- Yeah, I like that. That's a good idea.

- Wait, why don't you go downstairs and get the video?

Yes, I will stand here and hear a sound.

- [Cherry] That's not what we pay you for.

- Nice. Good idea.

Mia, get some sound.

We'll be back soon, okay?

- [Cherry] Okay.

- Come on, Mia.

Just take the money. Get out.

You got this, girl.

- Yes. This is crazy.

Everything looks just like the photos

from newspapers.

Popeye's parents are also believed to be dead

in the fire, accused of bringing

into this world the monster child they called Popeye.

You think the ghost

of Popeye's parents still here, Cherry?

- I like the audience.

- [Alan] What are you doing?

- Keep the camera running. Let's try something different.

- Damn.

(Cherry and Alan groaning)

(ominous music)

(chains rattling)

(Mia screams)

(Cherry and Alan groaning)

(Alan shouts)

(intense music)

(chains rattling)

(Alan shuddering)

(Alan shouts)

(eyes pop)

(ominous music)

(jingle keys)

- [George] What the hell are we gonna do, Lora?

Look, I've had time to think about it.

- Here we are.

- I think selling the property is the only thing

we can do it right now.

- We can't do that.

- Well, why the hell not?

I don't understand.

Mrs. Aster, the bitch history teacher

of the school you work at suddenly dies

and leave your house to that Popeye bastard.

- Keep your voice down.

- Oh, Tara already knows all about that baby.

- No, thank you.

- We kept talking about what to do with the property.

- We're not selling it.

- Are we gonna let him stay there?

We're behind on our payments, Lora.

- You're up early.

- Oh, morning. How are you, sweetie?

George? I want a hug. I'm okay.

Aw, have fun.

- Thank you.

- Your friends have been waiting outside for a long time.

What have you done in the meantime?

- Oh, I couldn't find my bikinis.

It's okay.

I texted Donna. She has a backup.

- Okay.

- I love you.

- I love you. Having fun. - I love you.

- Goodbye.

- Yes, but it's not that simple, is it?

- Look, I'm not gonna say anything because I like you, Dylan,

but Tara loves you and wants to be with you.

- Well, you don't think they'd travel, do you?

- Her home is here. her father's home.

- [Tara] I got them.

- Oh, shit. Took you long enough.

- What took you so long?

- I bumped into my parents. They woke up early.

You got everything? - Mm-hmm.

- Kathy said Max has all the signs

and clean school supplies, so we're all good.

- Great, looks like we can work

before dark.

- Yay.

- Don't get involved, okay? I'll tell him eventually.

- Has anyone ever told you you're a good kisser?

- Yes, my friend?

- Have they increased?

- Hey, guys, if you can handle it,

would it be okay if I watch?

- Not free, Beanie. Damn.

- Did I miss me?

- Always.

- All right, guys, gather around.

I just want to say I really appreciate the help, guys.

It really means the world to us.

- Isn't this house haunted or something?

- There have been many theories

all over the internet about what happened.

But one thing that keeps coming up is

he drowned in the lake.

We're not going anywhere near the lake.

- What the hell?

- Kathy?

Do we get paid extra for waking up at 4:00 AM?

- Wow. Kathy.

- I knew it burned down a few years ago.

So what?

We're gonna go up there, we're gonna tear down what's left

and then rebuild it.

- No, the place has already been rebuilt.

- So who would have rebuilt it then?

- Nobody knows.

Personally, I think it was fans of the legend

who rebuilt it.

Anyway, in the next few days,

we're gonna turn Popeye's house into a drum sound,

a haunted house attraction.

- How could your father have afforded exactly that back then?

- Oh, no, Mrs. Aster gave my mother the place when she died.

- [Beanie] I see.

- Why did he give it to her?

- I asked my mom,

but he doesn't like to talk about it, so.

- So what does Mrs. Lora have on Mrs. Aster, huh?

They must be empty photos, right? (laughs)

It just has to be. It has to be.

- Nick, stop. Mrs. Aster is 70 years old.

It's totally disgusting.

Then why don't your parents?

- Because Tara's dad broke his leg

and they can't afford anyone to help.

And you all forget what Tara's mom did for us?

- Yeah, she was my favorite first grade teacher

and it was fucking hot. (laughs)

- Seriously, this will be fun.

Okay, so we'll take two separate cars.

We should reach the location in about 12 hours.

- 12? - Sounds good.

Wait, do we get paid before or after this?

- Tara.

Why are you paying them?

You told me we all do it for your mom.

- I needed extra hands. We'll talk about this later, okay?

- Yes. Later.

(car's engine ran)

(ominous music)

(tires squeal)

- Are you crazy driving at this speed?

- Not hurt?

- What are you doing driving here?

There's nothing down here but an old abandoned house.

- Yeah, Popeye's house.

So my parents own the place.

We do it well.

- Popeye's house?

Are you seriously going to Popeye's house?

Haven't you heard the rumors about that place?

- What? Like kids' stories about campfires and shit?

- Unbelievable.

Stay away from that place, seriously.

Word of warning. Stay out of the fog.

It is lethal.

- Deadly fog.

Must be on something. Come on, let's go.

(honk)

Okay, come on.

(Nick whistles)

- Now, this is a crisis, hmm.

Hey, why don't we cut it?

- No, you can't be serious. This is just like the original.

- I thought you didn't know anything about this.

- Well, I knew nothing about that,

but then I was able to take a deep dive in the car

because, well, Kathy wouldn't talk to me.

- Jesus fucking Christ. Are you fucking kidding me?

No signal?

- Take a look around.

- Okay.

(car's engine ran)

- Wait, this is the house?

- Yes, but why is it clean?

- Dad and I go out like this once a month

to do some cleaning, discuss some ideas for the place.

- This is some creepy shit. I don't want to sleep in there.

- Wait, what? I'm not sleeping in there.

- It's okay. Got a surprise for you.

- What is it?

- Well, it's just that...

(Kathy screams)

- What was that exactly?

- Oh, what?

- You didn't tell me there was a hot tub.

- What is this place?

- Here we will spend the next few days

while we sort the house.

Welcome to the House of Friendship.

- Kathy, did you get a signal?

- I got distracted.

I'm still looking.

- Yes, about that.

We're not getting a signal here,

but it's okay, it's only a couple days.

- Come on, let's get stuff out of the car.

- I feel a little dizzy, babe,

from the ride up.

Beanie, would you mind helping Donna with the bags?

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- I'll take something for your headache.

- Yes. Thank you.

- And we'll unpack the car.

- So maybe you want to take a bath here later?

- I can be. I brought my bikinis.

- Is it the new one?

- You'll just have to wait and see.

Kathy, honey, there's no signal.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Let's go to the cabin.

- Sorry.

(ominous music)

- [Tara] I'm sorry.

- Come here.

She'll be fine. Uh, yeah. Yeah.

You know that.

Yeah, we'll unpack the car

and then just take 10 minutes to ourselves, okay?

- Okay. Okay.

- You two lovers want to come to the rescue?

- Don't worry, guys. I think I got it.

(dramatic music)

- Fuck.

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

You have bigger things to worry about.

How did you get a signal out here?

- There are certain places in the area that are receiving signal.

This cabin is one of them.

- Then you lied to Kathy, okay?

- I want to work.

We paid her to be here, didn't we?

- Tara, listen... - Shit.

The weather is not good this weekend.

- What?

- Look, from the moment the sun goes down

until the fog lifts again.

It wasn't like that when I checked at home.

- I'm sure we can cope with a bit of fog.

- Not fog as thick as this.

This means the days are shorter,

which means I'll have to convince everyone

work harder

and oh, fuck me.

- Come sit down, okay?

Doing the best you can

and I will be with you every step of the way, okay?

- Damn, I love you.

(Fisherman whistles)

(ominous music)

(Fisherman shuddering) (Popeye grunting)

- These cabins are perfect.

Have they always been here?

Tara? - No?

Oh, sorry.

You knew the owners before my parents installed them

when they rebuilt the place.

- Want to try to relax a bit?

- Not until the house is finished.

Fuck.

Guys! Guys! Guys, can everybody hear me?

Well, so

given that the weather conditions have been

spiced things up a bit,

I think it might be a good idea to get a few hours

of work done before the fog rolled in from the lake.

- You're not serious, are you?

- We can do it in the morning

- Guys! Guys! Guys, come on.

Tara's family has been having the time of their lives recently.

- Country needs to make extra trade

lest he lose his parental home, so.

- That means Lora,

Mrs. Cooper, the best teacher ever, is in trouble.

- Yeah, I mean, come on, guys.

Come on. It'll be easy for all of us to do it.

We'll play music, right?

- Thanks, guys. I really owe you one.

- We have been on this earth for a year.

I know there's this dark history behind it,

but I'm sure it'll sell if we put half the value on it.

- No question.

- What are you not telling me?

(finger rapping)

- Jane, what are you doing here.

- Lora, he's back. It has to be him.

Look.

- Three dead in the Popeye house.

- It has to be him.

Dylan said the kids are going somewhere this weekend,

but didn't say where.

You don't think they went home?

- Jane, you really need to calm down.

- Do you know where they are? Do you?

Look, what about the others?

- Shh. George is home.

We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?

- [Jane] Okay.

- Go easy on the paint.

We won't be able to get another box the same.

I appreciate the caution, girls. What happened to red?

- Yes, we wanted to add a personal touch

- Personally, Tara, I know you like it very, very much.

I think that pink has to be red, right?

- What? Stop.

- It's perfect,

- Right, Tara, can I talk to you about it there?

Yeah, come on.

- What do you want, Beanie?

- Well, I was just thinking,

I don't know, maybe you girls could manage to pick me up?

- You have to learn to say no.

- If they say no, they won't.

(finger rap)

- Hi, can we help you?

- You shouldn't be here.

- I'm sorry. My dad owns the place.

- He's not gonna like that.

Any of these.

If you leave now, it won't hurt you.

- What will you do?

- Yeah, what you gonna do, bitch?

- It is not what I will do.

- Let's be realistic here.

It's seven against one and you can't call anyone

because we do nothing wrong.

- This is my home.

- How about we call it the local trash can, hmm?

Maybe they can help us, hmm?

Now do us all a favor and fuck it.

- I never knew you could be such a bitch.

- When I worked at the bar,

was the only way to get rid of the buttonheads.

- Still, it wasn't great, Donna.

There was clearly something wrong with her.

- How else was I supposed to get rid of her?

- Tara, what are you doing?

Good job.

- Please, I'm sorry.

Is there anything we can do?

Need a walk somewhere?

- I want you all to suffer as he suffered.

- It's you. You're the one.

He's coming to get you.

Run away.

- Now that the excitement is over, we should go and...

what are you doing?

- It was the best thing I ever had

in my life I've seen you.

What?

They're there to have fun.

Dylan comforts our fearless leader, Tara. Where's my fun?

- Okay, guys.

So that was weird, huh?

- Yes, will you call the police?

- No. Just some strange person who got lost in here.

That's all.

In comes that fog.

I'd say that's a wrap on day one, boys. Great job.

- Hey. Where you going?

- Nick, stop. I'm not in the mood.

I'm sure this is exciting for you,

but it's not interesting to me.

- [Tara] Hi, you've reached Tara.

Probably busy checking off my to-do list,

but please leave a message

and I promise to get back to you as soon as I can.

Talk soon. Bye.

- Please call me back when you can.

Thank you. I love you.

- You've been walking around for a while.

- You know I love you, right?

- Yes.

You were like my fucking guardian angel

all this time.

- And whatever I do is to benefit us both

because I fell deeply in love with you.

- Yes.

- I was accepted to Lakeman College.

- Dylan, fuck. That's great.

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

- It's on the other side of the country, Tara.

I want you to come with me.

- I can't leave. You know I can't.

- I know I'm not as close to my parents as you are,

but it's time to leave mom and dad.

Time to grow up.

Fuck.

- It's like you've never touched a woman before.

- Uh, no, well, Donna's not much of a curfew, so I need.

What?

- Nick, I really like you.

- Yeah, I like you too.

Why do you think I'm here with you?

- Then just break up with Donna.

- What?

- I'm tired of it being a secret, you and me.

- Isn't it exciting?

You know you can get caught, right?

Turn you on a bit?

- Yes. Yes.

Maybe I want to get caught.

- What are you doing?

- If you don't tell him, I will

- Damn it, you will.

- Look at me.

- Okay then, we're done.

I'm done.

Sky, whatever we had is over, right?

In fact, I never want to see your face again.

Way to ruin the mood, kid.

- You little bastard.

(ominous music)

(Sky spraying)

(Sky screaming)

- It's them.

This is what you've been waiting for.

(phone buzzes)

- Sleep well?

- I actually liked a log, but I took a melatonin.

- Have you guys seen Sky?

- Uh, yeah. No, I woke up early.

I saw her leaving. She ordered a cab.

- Hmm. What?

Why? I thought he wanted to help.

- Yeah, but I don't really know why he left.

Not sure.

Family problems? She seemed upset.

- That doesn't change the hours I worked today, does it?

- Want to try some of this?

It's this sativa strain called Green Love Maker.

So that's what I heard.

- I'll move on. Thank you.

- What do you think?

Should I go and ask her?

We are both human beings.

You know, I guess we have that in common.

- I couldn't care less, man.

It's your life. Do what you want.

- Can you stop breathing my air?

- Kathy, I was thinking,

we've known each other since we were five.

- And?

- And well, I'd like to know a lot more.

So what do you think? Can we go on a date?

- Give me your phone.

Take that. You don't want to date me anyway.

You can do whatever you want with that.

Fuck you, Beanie.

- Are you okay?

Okay.

(ominous music)

- Fucking bitch. Who does she think she is?

It doesn't fucking matter anyway.

Hello?

Damn forest.

This is crazy.

(Beanie sniffs)

(Beanie groans)

(Beanie screams)

(Popeye grunts)

- Oh, I surrender, Tara.

- Don't feel uncomfortable without your clipboard?

- This is not for me.

- Hey Donna, come in already.

- Hang in there. Let me get a picture.

(phone beeps)

- Was it a text?

Did you just get a signal?

Is everything okay?

- No, just a minute.

- Then there's more for me.

- I think that's enough.

- [Lora] Okay.

- [George] Lora, calm down.

- They said they were only classified as missing

after three days and only 24 hours.

- Christ, can you hear yourself now? What's happening?

(finger rap)

- Jane, what are you doing?

- Lora, I found Dylan's journal.

- What?

- Look, it does say that.

Tourists will be taken through the front door

and will be shown around the house

and then it even mentions the cottages

where tourists will stay.

They've gone home, Lora. There they are.

- Give me a minute.

- What the hell is going on?

- He didn't tell you?

- You told me what?

- The keys are gone.

- Whatever he said, he's lying, okay?

- You're a real piece of shit, you know that, Nick?

How could you cheat on me with that whore?

- Oh, fuck me.

I don't know what the big deal is.

A man has needs.

- Then why don't you date her?

- Because that's not who I want my fucking wife Donna to be.

She was just, I don't know, a fun side piece.

- A side piece? Damn it, Nick.

- Donna, you're not going anywhere.

- Let me.

- You're not going anywhere. Stop.

- You're hurting me.

- Stop.

Can we just talk about this, please?

- Nick, come down.

I never want to see you again. Stay away from me.

- Woman! Woman!

Fuck! (lives with fists)

(broken glass) (ominous music)

(lives with his fists)

(snaps) (Nick screams)

What the fuck are you?

(Nick screams)

Fuck!

No, please.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please, please, please, please.

Fuck! Hell, no, please.

I beg you! I beg you!

(Nick screams)

(ominous music)

(Donna sighs)

- What the fuck, Nick?

Nick, what the hell is wrong with you?

Why did you...

Nick?

Nick?

Nick?

(Donna screams)

- What time is it?

- 18:00.

- Oh, my God.

Why didn't you wake me up earlier?

- We don't know where anyone is.

- What do you mean?

- I see you found Tara.

- Where is everyone?

- I don't know. I looked everywhere.

I just got back from the house.

- Okay, let's not panic here, okay?

It looks like they'll be back.

I was most likely out for a beer or something

but they're not gonna drive, are they?

- I think it makes sense.

Maybe we get paranoid with nothing.

- What about the fog? Did you check the lake?

I'll be a minute.

- No, Tara, wait.

- Dylan, let her look.

I looked everywhere.

He'll be back in a minute.

- Mom?

(Dona panting)

(trap snaps) (Donna screams)

- [Dylan] Did you find anything?

- I didn't go to the lake. I found this.

- Wow. My mom has the same picture on her wall.

- [Tara] Same, but the baby in the background is not in mine.

- Yeah, same. Why is it burned so bad?

- Wait, who's not meant to be in the picture?

- Let's have a drink or something,

- Right, not a bad idea.

Let's get back out there and wait for the others, okay?

- Okay.

- Yes. Come.

(Donna screams)

(tractor's engine ran)

- Please don't. Please, please.

No, please, please.

Help me.

(Donna screams)

- What was that?

- Fuck!

- Donna!

- Go!

- Oh, God.

- Hai, hai.

- Stop!

(Kathy screams)

(car's engine ran)

-Dylan! Dylan!

Dylan! Dylan!

Dylan! Dylan!

- The cars are here, but the lights are not on.

They must be in the cabins.

- Which way are the cabins?

- Beyond.

- Dylan? Dylan?

Dylan, is that you?

- You really scare me, Lora.

What are you two hiding from me. Where's Tara?

- I'll explain everything once we find Tara.

Jane, let's go.

(Lora screams)

(Popeye grunts)

- What the hell was that?

- This is Popeye. He's back.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where's Kathy?

I thought he was behind us.

- I'm so sorry.

- It's true.

After everything I've read about him.

No, no, no, no, no, no. He can't.

He can't be real.

- Then what the hell was that?

- He died. He died in the lake.

- I know, okay? I know, I know, okay?

We just need to get to the car.

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- Wait, how did you know where to find us?

- Your mom. She showed me the newspaper article.

- Wait, my mom's here?

- Sorry.

- Wait, what do you mean?

- We gotta go.

We must go. We gotta go.

(Kathy screams)

(spraying the car engine)

(Kathy screaming)

(vibrating explosion)

- That's enough.

You're gonna tell me what the hell's going on.

- You know something about Popeye that we don't,

is this correct?

- Stories you've heard in the last 15 years

since when did it happen?

All the lies.

- Mom, you can tell us.

- That thing you see there? That's Johnny.

He was my pupil.

- Johnny?

- This is Popeye's real name.

- A week after his death, he was in my nightmares.

It's been in my dreams all along

and it turns out that people

in Sweetville had the same terrible dreams.

It was like the dream was telling us to do something.

- Do what?

- The dream told us to rebuild the house,

for a person to own land and property at any time

and do nothing with it.

We decided to go in alphabetical order with last names first

who owned the land.

Julie Aster woke up first and then died

and I was next.

- You understand how crazy that sounds.

- Mom, how do we stop it?

- I don't know.

If I hadn't gone into that house with those people,

but I knew I had to do something

when I saw you through the window and you were together.

- What do you mean?

- He was constantly bullied at school

and I told them to stop

and include it in the half-time games

but they didn't.

But you tried to save him, Tara.

- What do you mean?

- You tried to stop her suffering

but I feared for your safety.

So I went with my parents from the village

and we tried to stop.

We tried to stop the threat to our children.

As long as Johnny was alive, he was dangerous.

- Mom, what did you do?

- Please, please, let's go home now.

I can't.

- Lora!

- Don't move.

I knew he wouldn't hurt you, Tara

because you're like me.

Johnny told me all about you.

He just wants love. You gave him that love.

- Who are you?

- My name is Olive. Johnny's my brother.

I was locked in the basement

so they hid me.

Dear old mom loved little Johnny.

She was so sweet.

He used to go down to the basement

and feeds me when my parents have forgotten.

I hate to see him upset.

Not that day.

I couldn't save him.

I couldn't save him.

It wasn't bad.

It should have been all of you who drowned in that lake.

It wasn't worth it.

Poor Johnny's soul will forever roam the Sweetville woods.

He haunts the dreams of all killers

who took part in the burning all his life

until they restore our home.

I told Johnny,

lives in the fog rolling in from the lake.

We just want to do what we're not allowed to do

when we were little.

Juca.

I'll have some fun with you when you die.

- Stop!

(Olive screams)

- Lora, we gotta go.

Tara!

- Tara, she loves you.

- Fuck!

Hey!

This is for my mom, bitch.

(Olive screams)

- Help me!

- Mom.

- Help.

- Tara.

Tara, Tara, Tara.

(lives with his fists)

(tractor's engine ran)

- Fucking die.

(Popeye screaming)

- You are safe. You're safe.

Does that mean you can come stay with me?

Let's get outta here.

(splashing the keys)

(keystrokes)

Tara?

Tara?

(Tara screams)

Tara!

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)