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- Fuckin' A.

This will do just fine.

I tell you something, brother.

I'm gonna be sleeping good tonight.

Hey, I, I'm, I'm sorry, I-

I thought the house was vacant.

I'm just trying to get in outta the cold.

It's not Halloween yet, is it?

- Come on, you piece of shit.

- Hurry up, Sam.

Someone's going to catch us.

- Almost got it.

Just gimme another minute.

- Do you even know what you're doing, man?

- Of course I do.

I used to pick the lock

in principal Bookwater's office all the time.

- Why'd you do that?

- Bookwater had a treasure trove

he used to lock away in his office.

That's where he kept all the cool shit

he confiscated from students.

You know, like porno mags, MP3 players, video games.

Hell, one time I even found a dime bag in there.

- This was a bad idea.

Why don't we go back to the bowling alley

like we originally planned,

it's not too late.

We could still make it.

- Where's your sense of adventure, Anna?

Don't you want to tell people you spent the night

in Hell House and lived to tell about it?

- There's nothing to be afraid, babe.

There's no such thing as ghosts or evil spirits.

- Sure. You two keep telling yourselves that.

- Bingo.

- I can't believe we're actually inside the Hell House.

Girls at the sorority are totally gonna freak

when I tell 'em.

- what's so bad about this place anyway?

Why is it called Hell House?

- I keep forgetting you aren't one of us townies.

Well, it all started back in the 1920s

when Anthon Hall moved to town

and he built this house for he and his wife.

They were madly in love and absolutely inseparable.

They tried to conceive a child, but to no avail.

Out of options, Hall turned to black magic

in hopes of making his wife fertile.

Soon after she became pregnant, everything seemed perfect.

That is until the delivery.

Hall's wife died during labor,

but not before giving birth to a horribly deformed baby boy.

Hall was heartbroken and spiraled into a deep depression.

He ended up suffocating his son with a pillow

and hanging himself.

After the police arrived,

they were appalled by a shocking discovery.

As a ritual,

he gave his wife the ability to bear a child.

He sacrificed and mutilated four infants.

Their mangled remains were strewn about this very basement.

Pretty fucking creepy, right?

- The house stayed vacant for many years,

until a young couple from New York bought it in the 1950s.

A few weeks later,

they were all found dead with their throats slit.

They say the house was cursed, possessed by evil,

supposedly was built upon one of seven gateways to Hell.

- You guys actually believe that stuff?

- It's all just coincidence.

There isn't such thing as ghost or evil spirits.

Coincidence?

Then how do you explain Skull Face?

- Skull Face?

What is that?

- Skull Face was the guy who bought the place

back in the 1980s.

He was actually the last person to live here too.

- Why did they call him Skull Face?

- Because he wore a skull mask

every time he murdered somebody.

There was nothing supernatural about him.

He was a crazy motherfucker, though.

- There's more to the story than that.

Skull Face didn't just wear a mask.

It was a part of him.

He sewed it onto his face.

- That's disgusting.

Why did he kill people?

- Skull Face believed that every time

he took a person's life,

he gained their soul.

He would mutilate his victims beyond recognition,

and ate parts of them.

He said it gave him power, whatever that means.

Most of his victims had to be identified

through their dental record.

Others? Well, they were so horribly disfigured,

They were unidentifiable.

- You guys are real assholes, you know that?

I knew I shouldn't have come along for this.

- Lighten up, Anna.

We're just having some fun.

- Hey let's just check this place out and get outta here.

Then you two can brag to everybody that you stayed here

and we won't have to hear about it anymore.

- It looks so grody in here.

- Wonderful. Grody.

- Let's get it over with.

Alright, me and Sarah are going upstairs

to check things out.

You two have fun down here.

- Be sure to keep an eye out for ghosts.

- Very funny, Sarah.

- Ew. Grody cobwebs.

- Look, sorry I dragged you here tonight.

I know it probably wasn't the ideal date night

you were looking for.

- You just can't say no to Sam. Can you?

- Well I mean, we've been friends since we were kids

and I know he can be a pain in the ass sometimes.

But he means well, and besides,

he's thought about staying at this house

for as long as I can remember.

And it's just one night,

and I promise next weekend I will take you on a proper date.

- Why do I always give in to you?

I guess as long as we get to spend the night together,

it's not that bad.

You better take me out someplace real nice

to make it up to me though.

- I will, baby. I promise.

- Sam?

Sam, where are you?

Sam?

Stop it.

Stop doing this.

I'm scared.

This isn't funny, Sam.

Sam?

Sam?

Sam?

Sam, you're such an asshole.

Jesus Christ, Sam! You scared the hell outta me.

- You should have saw your face.

You might wanna check your underwear.

Bathroom's right there.

- You are such a jerk.

- Sorry, sweetie.

Anyway, check what I found in the other room.

It's fucking creepy.

- Ew. It's so grody.

Get that thing away from me.

- I'm coming to get you, Sarah!

You cut me, you asshole.

- Guess we pissed her off.

Man.

- I can't believe I even stay with him.

What a jerk.

- Come on, babe.

It was an accident.

Let me in so I can take a look at you.

- Damn it.

Sarah! Let me in so I can take a look at you.

Sarah!

Let me in!

- Wait, stop.

- What?

- I don't know.

I just have this weird feeling,

like something is watching us.

My gosh.

Are you letting him get to you?

Are you that scared?

- I don't know.

- Well, there's nothing to be afraid of.

I promise.

You're gonna be fine.

We're gonna be fine.

As soon as they're done playing around

we're gonna get out and we're gonna go bowling.

- Okay?

- All right?

You don't have to be afraid.

- Okay.

- Sarah?

Sarah.

Are you okay?

I didn't think it cut you that bad.

If it makes you feel better,

we can leave and go to the bowling alley.

Sarah?

Sarah are you all right?

Get off! Get off me!

We need to get the fuck outta here!

- Yo. What happened to your neck, man?

Where's Sarah?

- She bit me. She's like a monster!

We need to leave!

- What you talking about?

She's still upstairs?

- Yes but she's fucking crazy!

- Wait here with Anna.

I'll go check on her.

- Are you sure that's a good idea?

He's pretty freaked out.

Maybe there is something wrong with her.

I don't want you to get hurt.

- We gotta leave!

We can't stay here!

- Look, just calm down and stay here.

Anna, look out for him.

- Be careful and hurry up!

- Sarah?

Sarah?

Fuck!

What was all that noise, are you okay?

- Help me grab Sam, we're leaving.

- Where's Sarah?

- She attacked me.

- What do you mean she attacked you?

- She's possessed or something.

I don't know.

Whatever that thing is upstairs,

it's definitely not Sarah anymore.

- I'm calling the cops.

I don't have a signal.

Try your phone.

- Mine's off.

- The house doesn't want us to leave.

It won't let us!

- Sam, no!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

I loved you, man.

You're not Anna.

Go fuck yourself.

- So here we are.

- Wow.

- This is amazing.

- This is good.

- Here, let me show you the rest of the house.

- Come on.

- It's beautiful, isn't it?

- It is.

- Gorgeous.

- I really like it.

Put the herb garden right there.

- Right there.

- I know how much you love that.

- Well, this would be your living room.

- Okay.

- And the view is, well, take a look for yourselves.

Golf course.

- Do you play?

- No, but we can start.

Here, let me show you the master suite.

- Here's your master.

- Wow. I love it.

Mia is gonna love it too.

Okay. This is too good to be true.

So I gotta ask, what's the catch?

I mean, there's always something.

- Well, the house does need to be sold as soon as possible.

It's been on the market for about half a year

and it does have a bit of a past.

- What kind of a past?

I'm sure you've heard the story

where it involved an incident with a group of friends

that got butchered at a haunted attraction in Texas.

- Yeah, I think I do remember that.

There were two survivors, well, one-

then the other, the famous one-

the writer killed herself a few months back.

Wait, that was this house?

I heard a story about this house that a couple gone missing.

No. That was just a story.

And the writer, she didn't die in, in the actual house.

- I am in love with this house.

There are fig trees outside,

and lemon trees and hummingbirds and it's so green.

- Wait, what's a fig tree?

- It's like a fruit.

I, I want this one.

Please?

You really want it?

Yeah.

- We'll take it.

- Yes!

- Great, great.

- I got you some water.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

I can't believe this is our home.

- Yeah, it wouldn't have been possible

if we hadn't landed Carson.

- You're doing really good with that.

- Thank you.

- You know,

after you told me about that girl that killed herself,

I wasn't scared.

I was more sad.

I mean, what gets into your head to just wanna end it all?

- I don't know, but like, the realtor said,

there's nothing to worry about.

Plus she didn't even do it in the house.

- What about those two guys that went missing?

- Baby.

- What?

- It's just a story.

- How do you know that?

- The couple probably couldn't afford this place anymore

and decided to leave?

- Well, now it's ours.

- Yes it is.

How about we go break in the new bed?

Yeah.

- Let's go play.

Baby. My God.

- Really?

Scott? Jesus.

- Sorry. I heard you get up.

What's that?

- I just found it in here.

- It's cute.

Looks like your brother.

- It's hideous and no, it doesn't.

I don't want this in the house.

Can you get rid of it?

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

Okay. Thank you so much for coming.

Hey, later on, we'll go for some beers.

Alright see you later.

- Scott, that is not funny.

- What?

- I thought I told you to trash this thing.

- I did.

- Whatever. I'll trash it.

Hello?

Scott?

Scott?

Shit.

Mia, calm down.

- Mia! Mia!

It's me. It's me.

What? What happened?

- There was a-

- What?

What did you see?

What happened?

- I was-

- Come on.

- I was cutting.

- Talk to me. What happened?

- What is it?

- We lost the Carson case today.

- What? What happened?

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- What are we going to do?

Scott?

- I don't know.

- Everything will be okay.

Can you grab the light?

What are you doing?

I closed the case.

You've screwed everything up.

I'm here enjoying my life with my wife,

and you're telling me suddenly we're broke?

Are you kidding me?

I closed it!

- Scott?

- I'll be right out baby, okay?

- Okay. I'm gonna make some coffee.

What happened!?

What did you do?

What do you want!?

What do you want!?

What do you want?

What do you want?

To the bar, ladies.

We're gonna do two demi-plies in each position,

in fourth plie push stretch flat,

with the port de bras in each position.

Five, six, seven, eight,

in port de bras towards the bar.

Loosen your hands, and down.

And towards the bar.

And wave.

Demi-plie.

And sous sus.

Arms high fifth.

Arms high fifth, Ellie.

Ellie, pull up.

Eleanor. Do you even wanna be a dancer?

To your places, ladies.

Seriously, Ellie?

Do you have to fuck it up every time?

Why are you even in this class?