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- [Announcer] We're in the homestretch.

So take a sip, a hit or a whizz.

'Cause she's back.

The one that only, Elvira.

(thunder rumbles)

- So who is that guy?

I mean, he's an enthusiastic.

But he was supposed to say,

she's getting paid, but not enough.

I know it's in the script because I put it there.

So if Eva knows where that guy is,

just do me a favor and tell him he's fired.

What?

He's an unpaid intern

doing this out of the goodness of his heart?

Wow. I see.

But there's still gotta be some way to fire

an unpaid intern.

Just ask our lawyer.

What's that?

We don't have.

Oh!

Oh, hello darling.

Yeah, you know that old expression "save the best for last".

Well, we didn't do that tonight,

but there's plenty of horror in our next and last film,

the "Messiah of Evil".

And what isn't horror is horrible. (chuckles)

So you're definitely getting your $5.99 a months worth.

But I do wanna tell you what's good about this movie.

It's short.

But my other favorite thing

is that it stars one of my favorite actresses from the 70s.

Joy Bang could work a bowl cut better than Moe Howard.

And now I'm going to take a moment of silence

to pretend that more of you knew

at least one of those actors I mentioned earlier.

I know 'em all and I'm only 40.

It's called the internet, people, heard of it?

Oh, and I wanna talk about the first scene,

the one before the credits, the prologue, if you will.

Will ya?

So, although the first scene is intriguing,

I don't want you to sit through the rest of the film,

like I did, wondering if those characters are coming back

or if that scene has anything at all to do with the movie.

It doesn't.

It's not uncommon in the Hollywood B movie community

to reuse footage from another flick that nobody ever saw.

Like the movie I showed before or the one before that.

In fact, as you're watching,

you may discover other scenes

you recognize from other movies.

What can be more fun than that?

Besides anything else you can think of.

And lastly, keep your eyes peeled

during the scene in the art gallery.

Check out the art dealer in the back.

Well, I think you're ready.

So, from 1973, seven years before I was born,

the "Messiah of Evil"

(footsteps approaching)

(heavy breathing)

(door creaks)

(man chokes)

(ominous music)

- [Arletty] They say that nightmares are dreams perfected.

I have told them he wasn't a nightmare,

but they don't believe me.

They nod and make little notes in my file.

And they watch me now, waiting for me to scar my breasts,

to eat insects maybe,

or to lift my dress like some crazy old woman

and urinate on the floor.

But there's so little time left.

You've got to listen.

Not far from here, there's a small town on the coast.

They used to call it (indistinct),

but they changed the name to Point Dune,

after the moon turned blood red.

Point Dune doesn't look any different

than a thousand other neon stuck hotels.

But what happened there,

what they did to me, what they're doing now.

They're coming here.

They're waiting at the edge of the city.

The peering around buildings at night,

and they're waiting,

they're waiting for you.

And they'll take you one by one

and no one will hear you scream.

No one will hear you scream. (screams)

(upbeat ominous music)

I went there looking for my father.

He used to spend winters in Point Dune painting.

Then after my mother died, he stayed,

and his letters became our only contact.

Until recently when his letters became

more and more bizarre and finally stopped.

- [Joseph] I have little time now.

I can't write again, but you mustn't worry.

And please, you must promise not to follow me.

I'm afraid to see people anymore.

It's better that I wait alone for it to come.

(bell dinging)

(dog howling)

(gunshots firing)

- Going up?

- Yes.

(dog howling)

- Dogs.

Stray dogs.

- Doesn't sound like dogs.

- Has to be, has to be dogs.

I've hunted in them woods out there,

nothing but quail and rabbits.

Rabbits don't make that sound.

- That's Point Dune ahead, isn't it?

- Why do you wanna go to Point Dune?

- I'm visiting somebody there.

- I can't understand why anybody

would wanna go to Point Dune, visiting.

I mean, it's just a piece of poor little town.

It's deader than hell.

(truck engine rumbling)

(bell dinging)

(gentle music)

- You forgot.

- Hello there.

Fill her up?

- $2, no knock.

- Yes, sir.

Machine's broke lady, don't you have any cash?

- Well, no, but this-

- It's all right, forget it.

- Oh- - Get out.

Get you your stamps?

(drill buzzing)

(hydraulics humming)

(screaming)

(hydraulics humming)

(waves splashing)

(door knocking)

(waves splashing)

(glass breaking)

- Father?

(gentle flute music)

Father?

Father?

- [Joseph] June 30th.

For three nights now I haven't slept.

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.

Vision coming from areas of my mind, but I don't understand.

July 2nd.

These grotesque images keep crowding in on me.

At night I find myself wondering alone in town,

catching glimpses of horrid animals

I know can't be there.

And along the dark beach faces haunt me.

Pale women with sleepless eyes and shadowy figures

staring toward the black water.

(waves splashing)

(seagulls cawing)

- He didn't return that night.

I walked along the beach in the morning

as I'm sure he must've.

Coming out of the night (indistinct) spoke up

back into the daylight.

I drove into town later.

It was hot already.

I saw an art gallery

and I thought they might know my father.

The art dealer was blind.

Her fingers moved like a pale spider over my face.

(snapping fingers)

- Joseph Lang, do I know who he is?

We do get magazines in Point Dune,

which some of us can even read.

- Well, I meant I'm looking for him,

and I thought maybe you knew him personally.

- Point Dune isn't an artist colony.

I heard he did take people out there, mostly women,

but they weren't from Point Dune.

There were some people in this morning

looking for your father,

which means some people do like his brand of art.

- Who were they?

- I don't know, strangers.

I think they're staying at the Seven Seas.

(door knocking)

(ominous music)

- I'm as old as the hills.

Mama delivered me herself.

She took me from between her legs.

Bloody little mess, just about to feed me to the chickens.

And daddy said, "Maybe we could use a boy, Lottie."

That's how I came into the world.

- Hey, isn't that the same drunk guy

from "House on Haunted Hill"?

- Excuse me.

They said at the gallery

that you were looking for Joseph Lang.

- Yep, that's him, all right.

He was less disturbing in black and white.

- He's my father, and I just-

- Just come in and close the door.

- All I want to know is if you know-

- Close the door.

Go ahead, Charlie.

- Hard to remember back on things.

But I remember the red moonlight

daddy told me about, only once.

Mama gave him a bad look when he talked about it.

He was only a boy himself then.

He called it the blood moon.

He said that was the night that he lost religion.

(toilet flushing)

And he learnt that man could do,

could do horrible things.

Like animals.

- I'm really hungry.

I've got the munchies.

- Shut up.

Go ahead, Charlie, what about the moon?

- 100 years ago, the moon started turning red up in the sky

and things began to happen.

It was like the redder the moon got up there,

the closer the people were being jerked

to go to hell.

All the people started bleeding out of control.

They found children eating raw meat.

It was like the town is pestering with an open sore,

until a night that they.

Till the night they came down out of the canyon.

- Who came down, Charlie?

- I gotta go.

- Charlie, take the wine, Charlie.

- Well, thanks for your kindly hospitality.

- I'm looking for my father, do you know him?

- I know of him.

- They told me at the gallery-

- We drove by the gallery this morning.

I happened to see one of your father's works in the window.

I didn't know that he lived here.

- They didn't have any of his paintings there.

- Well, that's popularity, 'cause they did this morning.

I offered to buy one and the old woman said

they weren't for sale.

As a matter of fact, it was a portrait of you.

- Thom likes to collect things.

- Like old drunks.

- Old fashion retour.

- What's a retour?

- Toni, you're half girl, half child and a half wit.

- Sit on it, sister.

- Don't be afraid.

I'm an ugly old man, but I'm harmless.

It's about your daddy.

He mustn't hear me, I got him fooled.

I get drunk, sleep on the sidewalk like a dog,

and he let me be.

I aint crazy, I know Charlie.

- What about my father?

- You have to kill him.

- You're crazy.

- You can't bury him.

Don't put him in the ground.

You gotta burn him.

You gotta put fire to his body.

(seagulls cawing)

- [Arletty] I spent the afternoon in town

asking about my father.

The reaction was always the same.

People would only stare or shake their heads,

and back away.

- [Joseph] July 6th.

Arletty called this morning.

I listened to it, but couldn't let her know I was here,

my voice would have terrified her.

At times I make noises which don't seem human,

and my mind is letting go.

I try to remember the past, my daughter, but I can't.

Instead, I think of death, always death.

(waves splashing)

(wind howling)

(dryer blowing)

- What are you doing here?

- You were so comfortable, I didn't wanna wake you.

You're very pretty when you sleep.

- I'm gonna take a nap.

Wanna come?

- Later.

- But you can't stay here.

- Just for the night.

I'm willing to pay.

We had a little trouble at the motel.

You remember the old gentlemen

who was telling us the story?

- Of course I do, he was mad.

- Perhaps, but when they found him this afternoon,

he was dead.

Police came and questioned us.

Needless to say they weren't very understanding

with me and my two traveling companions.

And then suddenly every other motel

locked and shuttered its windows.

You're the only other person we know.

- What happened to the man?

- They found his body in the alley.

He must've passed out or something.

Police theorize that it must've been dogs.

Only found his bod half-eaten.

- [Arletty] I let them stay.

I never understood why.

It was as if I'd come into a foreign town

where I didn't speak the language.

And I was sharing a house with people

I'd have never met in my other life.

- Do you like some more?

- Yes, thank you.

(wind howling)

This wind is strange.

- It's like the Sirocco,

it blows across the Mediterranean from Africa.

I was born in Portugal, in a castle.

- I thought it was a villa in Spain.

- My mother was a Portuguese aristocrat.

My father was rich and American.

I have a castle that stands above the sea.

One of our legends tells us-

- Thom, what are we doing in shitty place?

- I don't know. Really.

As I was saying, every race has their legends,

the Romans, the Greeks,

even the folk here in Point Dune had these stories.

I'm interested in this story about the blood moon.

(burps)

What was your father doing here?

- He didn't know anybody here.

He could paint.

- Has your father been painting long?

- Laura's quite the art critic.

She used to model.

Photographers mostly.

She specialized in exotic poses with snakes.

- Oh, Thom just get so clever

when he's trying to get into somebodies pants.

Listen, when you go to bed with him tonight,

why didn't you let him- (slams table)

- Laura, I am tired of having to apologize for you.

- Yuck, this stuff is shitty tasting.

- You're not supposed to eat the fuzz.

(waves splashing)

- He said he was a collector of old legends.

He thought my father knew something

of the legend to Point Dune.

I told him my father wasn't here.

He said they could be.

(ominous music)

(gentle music)

Are you lost?

- No.

I've been walking.

Have you seen the fires on the beach?

- No, I haven't.

Goodnight.

- There is something you could do for me.

- What?

- My zipper is stuck,

on my vest.

- I'm sure one of your traveling companions would help.

- Well, they're very angry with me.

They get jealous when I'm around strange women.

- I'm awkward.

- Really?

So if you just.

It wasn't very hard.

- No, I'm sure you could have done it yourself.

Goodnight.

- Were you just done unzipping that

and say goodnight?

- Okay, that has got to be the worst pick-up line ever.

And whoever heard of a vest that zips up the sides?

There's a reason that never took off.

"Oh, hold on, babe,

"I'll be there in a minute, my vest zipper is stuck again.

"Oh shoot, I guess you and Jeff Bezos

"will just have to go into space without me."

- You are tired.

So am I.

Good, night.

- Going out tonight?

- I'm splitting.

- Ow.

For how long?

- Forever.

- It's a long time.

Why?

- Because I'm tired.

I'm tired of him, I'm tired of this place.

He didn't get lost you know, he came here on purpose.

What else am I doing here?

- Did you try the beach?

Maybe you could learn to body surf.

He's just fooling around with her.

- Yeah, and we'll let him fool around,

I'm going to San Francisco.

Mickey will take me in.

- Whose Mickey?

- He's a drummer.

- What about me?

- You're just a kid.

You'll be all right.

He's given me too many lines.

- Hey Laura, (indistinct).

(crickets chirping)

(dog howling)

(gentle music)

- Wanna ride?

- What the hell.

Ow, hey thanks.

- You coming back from the waiting?

- The what?

- The waiting at the beach.

- Uh-uh.

- You like Wagner?

- Oh yeah, sure, super.

You can let me off in town.

Those guys must've been working late.

- Moonlight.

Everybody was out there tonight, even the little creatures.

I found a lot of them.

- A lot of what?

- Beach rats.

(rat squeaking)

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

What do you do with them?

- Do with them, I eat them, that's what I do with them.

I've got another, if you'd like.

- No, no, thank you,

I'm just gonna get out right here.

- You what?

- No, no, no, no, it's a very nice night to walk.

Jesus.

(gentle footsteps)

(bell dinging)

Hello.

Hello.

(ominous music)

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

No! (screaming)

Let me go.

- Well, I'm not going into that Ralph's again,

but if you have to,

avoid the fabric softener aisle,

nothing good ever happens there.

And did you ever notice how zombies always eat people

even though they're fully clothed?

Just 'cause that's where all the vitamins are.

But I can tell you,

nothing tastes worse than a polyester blend.

I mean, you gotta have a lot of salt and mayo

to make that stuff palatable.

There's actually a lot going on

for a film that moves slower

than a snail on prescription painkillers.

Did you recognize that guy

who picked her up before she was consumed?

Well, remember Lurch from the "Addams Family".

That actor is Lurch's younger brother, Latch.

Yeah, just driving through town

with a truck full of stoners

after a Grateful Dead concert.

They had to be really high though

to eat beach rats without sautéing them.

I mean, who does that?

And remember when he turned up the music

and asked if she liked Wagner.

Well, as you've probably realized, it's pronounced Wagner.

Man, the scariest thing about this movie

is that no one working on it knew that.

And did you notice the art dealer in the gallery scene

like I told you to?

She was blind.

Now, I've seen a lot of crazy stuff

in a lot of bizarre films in my 40 years,

but a blind art dealer was a first, even for me.

What style is this painting?

"I don't know."

What's it a picture of?

"No idea."

Is it expensive?

"You tell me."

I can't imagine what's next,

but to find out, let's return to "Messiah of Evil".

- [Joseph] July 17th, I dread the night coming on now.

The fires on the beach are more numerous.

And more of them are coming out at night from a town,

it's more horrifying than I expected.

A crazy old man told me a story today,

about Point Dune a century ago,

and the dark stranger arising.

And the monstrous things that happened

to the people when he came.

I thought I was going mad,

but worse now, I think that hideous things I'm seeing,

are not imaginary.

- What're you doing?

- Is this bullshit.

I can't get any stations in.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(radio static)

- Laura didn't say anything else?

Give a girl a pair of shoes and she walks out.

- [Reporter] On WUVI Radio 94,

in (indistinct) the voice of Idaho.

- Idaho?

Idaho!

Where are all the stations here?

Why are they all out?

There are no stations in this town.

You can't hear anything.

Can we go, Thom?

It's not that I care, it's just that I'm scared.

- Of what?

- I don't know.

- [Arletty] I tried to sleep

and I fell in and out of half dreams.

I remember my father saying,

until you're about to awaken

when you dream that you're dreaming.

(gentle footsteps)

- Thom.

Father?

(heavy wind howling)

(gasps)

(ominous music)

I felt like I was losing control.

- [Joseph] Losing control.

It's not nightmares any longer,

but something like a sickness,

that's still there with the sunrise.

I think my body is being taken over

by some unspeakable evil,

which turning into.

- Arletty, what's wrong?

- I don't know.

The light was on in the studio.

I thought maybe,

I thought someone was in there.

- Come on.

Come on, it's all right.

- And there was a painting.

- Come on, you've been having a bad dream.

Come on, get in.

- I don't know what else to do.

Nobody in town knows him.

I don't know where else he'd go.

- Arletty, I think you should leave here.

- That's a great idea.

Why don't you both leave,

then maybe I can get a little sleep.

(ominous music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Yes, it is.

What!

I don't.

Where?

The police said it must've been a mental problem.

They had picked up my father twice in town.

He was found wandering around before dawn.

He never knew where he was,

what he was doing in the dark streets.

Then people reported seeing him on the beach

building a huge sculpture.

The tide must've collapsed it on top of him.

(water splashing)

- You know, whenever I have to identify a body,

I always remove the sculpture on top of it first.

- After this is over, we get through with some paperwork,

I think you should take the young lady out of town.

We're not really a tourist town

and strangers only bring problems.

- [Joseph] July 20th.

If the cities of the world were destroyed tomorrow,

they would all be rebuilt

to look like Point Dune, entirely normal.

Quiet, silent (indistinct)

I know it's hiding now beneath it's stuck on the skin.

* Amazing grace, how sweet the sound *

* That saved a wretch like me

* I once was lost, but now

- How is she?

I remember the night my father died.

He was coming home from work, drunk.

His stu-

- [Man] Started bleeding out of control.

They found children eating raw meat.

It was like the town was pestering with an open sore,

until the night that they.

- We're never gonna leave this place, are we?

- [Charlie] (indistinct) came down out of the canyon.

- Somebody came while you were gone.

- Who?

- I don't know.

I heard this noise the other end of the house.

Sounded like somebody crying.

I looked all over but I didn't see nobody.

I'm bored.

- Why don't you go to a film?

- A what?

- A movie.

- Ow, a show.

Great, I get to take the car.

Then you two can be alone together.

- [Arletty] I sat in my father's chair.

The mundane scenes around me were at Point Dune.

They were slightly distorted in foreboding,

as if they were hiding some message.

Just as I knew now, town was hiding some dark fear.

- [Joseph] July 21st.

My body temperature dropped 85.

This morning there's blood again.

It's as if this thing that's taking over my body

no longer needs human blood.

(footsteps approaching)

- Arletty, what's wrong?

(indistinct)

(gasps)

- Gimme your hand.

(water trickling)

- But I didn't feel it.

Why didn't I feel it, Thom?

- I don't know.

- [Joseph] It's as if the thing that's taking over my body

no longer needs human blood.

(ominous music)

- My father had beautiful hands.

They were fine, long, almost feminine fingers.

He was ashamed of them in a way.

He used to laugh and say that after the revolution

he'd be shocked.

The pale hands with a mark of a decadent life.

That's how I knew.

Thom, what did they lie to me?

Those weren't his hands.

They were coursed and large.

That wasn't my father.

- You sure?

- Yes.

- God.

Toni.

(upbeat jazz music)

(upbeat music)

(laughing)

- You can't take all three of us.

- Wrong.

(gunshots firing)

(upbeat music)

(indistinct chaos)

(women screaming)

(upbeat music)

(gunshots firing)

* Life isn't always milk and honey *

* (indistinct)

* Life isn't always fair and sunny *

* Life isn't always-

(upbeat music)

(gunshot firing)

(horse neighing)

(woman screaming)

(chair shuttering)

- [Man 2] Here goes little Ken Marshal.

- [Man 3] The piper gotta is be paid for his tune.

- [Man 2] Not just with money.

(gunshots firing)

(man laughing)

(people screaming)

(Toni crying)

(screaming)

No, no.

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

- Wait, please, you've got to help.

We only live a couple blocks from here.

We were watching TV when we heard them,

they came crashing through the sliding glass door,

making that noise, that awful noise.

We tried to get the children

but they already had them in the hall.

They went after them like sharks.

My husband dragged me out

and we ran to some neighbors who had guns,

but it didn't stop them,

and they kept attacking anyway.

(indistinct) still there, you've got to help.

What's wrong?

- Your eye.

- Too late.

It's starting.

- I'm very sorry.

- [Joseph] July 28th.

I cut myself this morning.

My finger was nearly severed without feeling any pain.

I rip to go off of the joint.

I felt nothing at all.

I'm disintegrating rapidly.

(heavy breathing)

(screaming)

(police siren wailing)

- [Police] Would you please disperse.

You are ordered to disperse.

(gunshots firing)

(gentle footsteps)

- Thom?

Father?

- Arletty, I tried to warn you.

I dragged one of the bodies I killed up on the beach

but you still didn't leave.

With the time left, you'll have to go.

Tell people on the outside, warn them,

that what happened a hundred years ago is happening again.

- What?

- Listen.

Please listen.

He came a hundred years ago.

A hunter first him.

(birds chirping)

He told the hunter that he had been a minister,

and had come over the mountain with a donor party.

He passed that horrible (indistinct)

and saw men commit hideous acts.

He said that he himself had eaten human flesh,

but had survived because he had faith.

Faith in a new master.

The hunter didn't understand

when the dark stranger said

he was spreading this new religion.

(gunshot fires)

(hunter screaming)

(horse neighing)

When they found the hunter,

he looked as if he'd been attacked by some kind of animal,

half-eaten.

As he was dying,

he told them of the dark stranger,

and they assumed he was delirious.

When he went into a fit,

biting like a rabid dog, they shot him.

The dark stranger watch the chaos.

And he walked into the sea

and said he would return a hundred years later

to a world tired in disillusion.

A world looking back to old god,

and old dark ways, our world.

You've got to go now.

Most of this town is infected,

it's gotta be destroyed

before the moon turns blood red.

And he returns to lead them up the coast

and inland into the cities.

- We can both go.

(screaming)

- They took me and they did this to me.

Kill me now, you've gotta go now!

- Stop!

(whimpering)

(screaming)

(paint splashing) Help me.

Help me.

Help me.

- Daddy, we'll go home.

- I can't.

I have already tasted human flesh.

- No!

(screaming)

(Arletty crying)

- You've gotta kill him.

If you love your daddy, you will kill him.

Can't bury him.

Don't put him in the ground.

You gotta burn him.

You gotta put fire to his body.

- Help!

Help.

No.

(loud screaming)

- Arletty.

(coughing)

Arletty.

Arletty.

Arletty.

(screaming)

- Why didn't you leave?

- I came back here to get you.

- Thom, I was too late.

- I saw them in town,

they're traveling in packs like wolves.

I think the whole town.

- Thom.

- I was dreaming, we were in a forest and it was snowing.

Trees were wet, and you were looking up.

And I asked you what you were thinking?

You said you were thinking about

all the people who are born and died,

all the trees went on living.

And we came to a village

and we spent the night in a ward room.

The next day, it was so cold,

we stayed in bed to keep warm.

(screaming)

(glass shattering)

(cats growling)

(Arletty screaming)

Get out, get out of here.

(ominous music)

- [Arletty] We thought we must've made it out of the town,

and then we saw the first one.

They were coming down to the beach as they did every night.

To stare at the ocean and (indistinct)

We could go no further.

They were all around,

watching us, staring at us.

As if we were trapped animals,

caught, already bleeding,

yet still struggling hopelessly.

(water splashing)

We hope to make it to one of the small boats on the horizon.

And then we would drift out

and head to safety down the coast.

He was having trouble with his arm.

I had hurt him,

and now I couldn't help him.

Boats didn't seem any near.

Thom!

Thom!

Thom!

Thom!

Thom!

And the last thing I saw was the setting sun.

They hadn't let me drown.

They had pulled me from the water.

They had prevented my last escape.

That night, most of the town was on the beach.

They built their fires, not for warmth,

but as beacons to be seen from the black ocean.

They dressed me in an old gown.

I was to be offered.

And following their prophecy, the moon turned blood red

and the dark stranger returned.

(waves splashing)

He let me go with a story that condemned me,

knowing that they wouldn't listen.

He was right.

I made it back and they put me here.

- [Joseph] He told them of the dark stranger,

and they assumed he was delirious.

When he went into fit, biting like a rabbit dog,

they shot him.

The night the moon turned blood red-

(indistinct)

- A hundred years ago.

(screaming)

- [Arletty] During the day they let me out with the others.

We sit in the sun and wait.

We sleep

and we dream each of us dying slowly

in the prison of our minds.

And at night I roam the empty halls,

listening to them whispering.

I tried to find someone who can hear me,

because I have to warn them

that back there in that small town, on the coast,

they're growing in number

and moving out into the rest of the world,

spreading their sickness.

And in order to live, they'll take you one by one,

and no one will hear you scream.

No one will hear you scream! (screams)

- What!

What, what!

Oh, it's already over?

Okay, what happened after that preteen girl

slit the guy's throat?

Oh, wait, now I remember,

somebody escaped from the blue man group, right?

Hell, I never trusted those guys,

and now I know why, they are so clumsy.

And poor Joy Bang got gobbled up at the cinema.

At least they waited until the movie was over.

I mean, talking about dinner and a show.

But after all is said and done,

this was a pretty typical plot.

Boy meets girl, girl stabs boy, boy drowns.

But if you're still not sure what this movie was about,

it was about an hour and a half too long.

(deep sigh) After watching "Messiah of evil",

I am never going to the movies again.

Or the supermarket,

or houses filled with gigantic paintings of escalators

or completely empty coastal towns

or art galleries or gas stations

or cheap motels, or any other place they might gather.

I don't know, I wouldn't even go into that.

Well, everybody,

thanks for joining me for my 40th anniversary.

Very scary, very special, special,

especially for you.

You know, turning 40 wasn't all that hard.

And the people here at Shudder gave me a cake.

Isn't it gorgeous?

And it looks so familiar.

I wonder who it is.

Desmond, why don't you do the honors.

(blood trickling)

Until next time, darling, unpleasant dreams.

(haunted piano music)