Popeye's Revenge (2025)

[bunniefuu]

(ominous music)

- [Narrator] It all

started with a scream.

The story goes

that the mother was

to give birth to a baby boy.

It was decided that

they had no choice

but to give her a C-section.

Nobody could believe what

evil festered within her.

The doctor informed the

couple that there was nothing

that they could do to fix

the child's deformity.

They didn't know what

they were going to do,

but they promised themselves

that they 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 making friends

with his fellow peers.

(children laughing)

They would bully him

for being different,

but there were the odd

few who were nice to him.

They made fun of the child,

and the child 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 all was not so

bad in the basement.

The child had a friend.

But word quickly spread

about the m*rder.

An angry mob soon

surrounded the house.

(glass shatters)

The parents were

unable to do anything.

The child tried to

save his friend,

but the door was too strong

even for him to open.

Having no other

options, the child tried

to escape the burning house.

He couldn't leave his parents.

He tried calling for them,

"Mother, father" but then...

It wasn't long before

the townsfolk saw

the child escaping.

It wasn't until they looked

over the edge of the dock

that they saw the body

of the child sinking

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 it offered some time

to get all the eeks

and aahs out of the way

before going to his house.

- Right. Lay off.

- Alright girls, I don't

want none of this play sh*t

whilst we're in there, okay?

You don't exactly want to get

caught. This is important.

- Right, right because the fate

of the channel depends on this.

- We haven't had a

video hit a 100K views

in nearly two months, okay?

- I have some really good

ideas how to make it better.

- How?

- It is a surprise.

(clears throat)

- Sorry to interrupt, guys.

I've got a bad

feeling about this.

- Oh, Mia, you've always

got a bad feeling.

Oh my god. Did you get footage?

- No, I just...

- This is insane.

- Why? It's just fog.

- You know he's coming

when the fog rolls in.

It was 15 years ago,

the little boy they called

Popeye drowned in this lake.

We'll film more of the lake

when the fog comes further in.

It'll make for a cool shot.

You ready with the camera?

Let's get this done quick, yeah.

- Framing good?

- Yeah. Ready when you are.

- Welcome back, ghoulies

to another episode

of The Haunted Houses of Evil.

A series taking you inside

the homes of murderers.

Legend states that a

young boy named Johnny

affectionately nicknamed Popeye

k*lled a fellow schoolmate,

strangling him so hard

with his deformed hands

that his eyes popped

out of his skull.

- The town burned the house

down with Popeye inside.

- And yet it was

bought again recently

and is currently

under renovation.

- The current owner doesn't

know what to do with the house

as there have been so many

disappearances in the area.

- Let's see if Popeye's

Ghost wants to play with...

Mia?

- I think I just saw someone.

- What? Did you just f*ck

up that take for nothing?

- I swear! I just saw

somebody over there.

- All we have to do

is then try again now.

- No, no. It'll be fine.

I'll get ADR if we need to.

Okay. You ready girls?

- [Cherry] Let's go.

Creepy.

- [Alan] Please, just in case.

- I say we start

at the basement.

- Yeah, I like that.

That's a good idea.

- Wait, why don't you go

down and get the footage?

Yeah, I'll sit up

here and get a sound.

- [Cherry] That's not what

we are paying you for.

- Nice. A good idea.

Mia, grab some sound.

We'll be back up in a bit, okay?

- [Cherry] Fine.

- Come on, Mia.

Just get the money. Get out.

You've got this, girl.

- Yeah. This is crazy.

Everything looks just

like the photographs

from the newspapers.

It's believed that Popeye's

parents also perished

in the fire, blamed for bringing

into this world the monster

child they called Popeye.

Do you think the ghost

of Popeye's parents

are still here, Cherry?

- I do like an audience.

- [Alan] What are you doing?

- Keep the camera rolling.

Let's try something different.

- f*ck it.

(Cherry and Alan moaning)

(ominous music)

(chains rattling)

(Mia screams)

(Cherry and Alan moaning)

(Alan screams)

(intense music)

(chains rattling)

(Alan wincing)

(Alan screams)

(eyes pop)

(ominous music)

(keys jingle)

- [George] What the hell

are we gonna do, Lora?

Look, I've had some time

to think about this.

- There we go.

- I think selling the

property is the only thing

we can do right now.

- We can't do that.

- Well, why the hell not?

I don't understand it.

Ms. Aster, the f*cking

history teacher

of the school you

work at suddenly dies

and leaves you the

house of f*cking Popeye.

- Keep your voice down.

- Oh, Tara already knows

everything about that kid.

- Oh, no thanks to you.

- We've been talking about

what to do with the property.

- We are not selling it.

- We're just gonna

let it sit there?

We're behind on payments, Lora.

- You guys are up early.

- Oh, morning. How

are you, sweetie?

George?

- I want a hug. I'm fine.

Aw, have fun.

- Thank you.

- Your friends have been

waiting outside a long time.

What have you been up to?

- Oh, I couldn't find my bikini.

It's okay.

I've messaged Donna.

She's got a spare.

- Okay.

- Love you.

- Love you. Have fun.

- Love you.

- [George] Bye.

- Yeah, 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

she wants to be with you.

- Well, you don't

think she'd travel, no?

- Her home is here.

Her parent's home.

- [Tara] I got them.

- [Dylan] Oh, geez.

Took you long enough.

- Why did it take you so long?

- Bumped into my parents.

They were up early.

Have you got everything?

- Mm-hmm.

- [Dylan] Kathy said Max

has got all the signs

and clean supplies,

so we're all good.

- Great, looks like we

can get some work done

before it gets dark.

- Yay.

- Don't get involved, okay?

I'll tell her eventually.

- Anyone ever tell you

that you kiss good?

- Yeah, my girlfriend?

- Did these get bigger?

- Hey guys, if you're

gonna make out,

would it be okay if I watched?

- Not for free, Beanie.

- f*ck off.

- Missed me?

- Always.

- Okay guys, gather around.

I just wanna say I really

appreciate the help, guys.

It really does mean

the world to us.

- Isn't this house like

haunted or something?

- There's been a lot of theories

that have been littering the

internet about what happened.

But one thing that

keeps coming up is

that he drowned in the lake.

We're not going

anywhere near the lake.

- What the f*ck?

- Kathy?

Are we gonna be paid extra

for waking up at 4:00 AM?

- Wow. Kathy.

- I just knew it burned

down a couple years ago.

So like what?

We're gonna go up there,

knock down whatever's left

and then rebuild it.

- No, the place has

already been rebuilt.

- So who would've

rebuilt it then?

- No one knows.

Personally, I think it

was the fans of the legend

that rebuilt it.

Regardless, in

the next few days,

we are gonna turn Popeye's

house into, drum roll,

a haunted house attraction.

- How would your dad have

exactly afforded this then?

- Oh no, Ms. Aster gave my

mom the place when she died.

- [Beanie] I see.

- Why did she give it to her?

- Oh, I've asked mom,

but she doesn't like

talking about it, so.

- So what does Mrs. Lora

have on Ms. Aster, huh?

It's gotta be naked

photos, isn't it? (laughs)

It's just gotta

be. It's gotta be.

- Nick, cut it out. Ms.

Aster's like 70 years old.

It's totally gross.

Why don't your

parents do it then?

- Because Tara's

dad broke his leg

and can't afford

anyone else help.

And are you all forgetting

what Tara's mom's done for us?

- Yeah, she was my favorite

first grade teacher

and she was pretty

f*cking hot. (laughs)

- Seriously, this

is gonna be fun.

Okay, so we'll take

two separate cars.

We should be at the

location in about 12 hours.

- 12?

- Sounds good.

Wait, are we gonna be

paid before or after this?

- Tara.

Why are you paying them?

You told me we were all

doing it for your mom.

- Needed extra hands. We'll

talk about this later, okay?

- Yeah. Later.

(car engine rumbling)

(ominous music)

(tires screech)

- Are you mad driving

at that speed?

- You're not hurt?

- What are you doing

driving down here?

There's nothing down here apart

from an abandoned old house.

- Oh yeah, Popeye's house.

So my parents own the place.

We're doing it up.

- Popeye's house?

You're seriously going

to Popeye's house?

You've not heard the

rumors about that place?

- What? Like the kids

campfire stories and sh*t?

- Unbelievable.

Do not go near that

place, seriously.

Word of warning.

Stay out of the fog.

It's lethal.

- Deadly fog.

He must be on

something. Let's go.

(horn honks)

All right, come on.

(Nick whistles)

- Now that is an eyesore, hmm.

Hey, why don't we chop it down?

- No, you can't be serious.

This is just like the original.

- I thought you didn't

know anything about it.

- Well, I didn't know

anything about it,

but then I was able to

do a deep dive in the car

because well, Kathy

didn't wanna talk to me.

- Jesus f*cking Christ.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

There's no signal?

- Have a look around.

- Fine.

(car engine rumbling)

- Wait, is that the house?

- Yeah but why is it clean?

- Me and dad have been coming

out this way once a month

to do some cleaning,

chat through some

ideas for the place.

- This is some creepy sh*t.

I don't wanna sleep in there.

- Wait, what? I'm

not sleeping there.

- It's okay. I've got

a surprise for you.

- [Nick] What is it?

- Well, it's just this-

(Kathy screams)

- What was even that?

- Oh, what?

- You guys didn't tell me

there's gonna be a hot tub here.

- What is this place?

- This is where we're going to

be spending the next few days

while we sort the house.

Welcome to Casa de Friendship.

- Kathy, have you

found any signal yet?

- I got distracted.

I'm still looking.

- Yeah, about that.

We don't get signal up here,

but it's okay, it's

only a few days.

- Come on, let's get

stuff from the car.

- I'm feeling a little

bit woozy, babe,

from the ride up.

Yo Beanie, do you mind helping

Donna with the luggage?

- Fine.

- Thank you.

- I'll grab something

for your headache.

- Yes. Thank you.

- And we will unpack the car.

- So maybe you want to

take a dip in here later?

- Maybe. I brought my bikini.

- Is it the new one?

- You're just gonna

have to wait and see.

Kathy, honey, there's no signal.

Come on. Let's go to the cabin.

- I'm sorry.

(ominous music)

- [Tara] Sorry.

- Come here.

It'll be okay. Yeah.

You know that.

Yeah, we're gonna unpack the car

and then just take 10

minutes to ourselves, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

- You two lovebirds

wanna come help?

- Don't worry, guys.

I think I got it.

(dramatic music)

- f*ck.

- Sorry.

- It's all right.

You've got bigger

things to worry about.

How come you got

signal out here?

- There are certain spots

in the area that get signal.

This cabin's one of them.

- So you lied to

Kathy then, yeah?

- I want her to work.

f*cking paying her

to be here, aren't I?

- Tara, listen-

- f*ck.

The weather's not

good this weekend.

- What?

- Look, from the moment

the sun goes down

to when it goes

back up again, fog.

It wasn't like this

when I checked at home.

- I'm sure we can

handle a bit of fog.

- Not fog as thick as this.

This means days are shorter,

which means I'm gonna

have to convince everyone

to work harder

and oh, f*ck me.

- Come sit down, okay?

You are doing the best you can

and I'm gonna be with you

every step of the way, yeah?

- f*ck, I love you.

(Fisherman whistling)

(ominous music)

(Fisherman wincing)

(Popeye grunting)

- These cabins are perfect.

Were they always here?

Tara?

- Huh?

Oh, sorry.

You know the owners before

my parents installed them

when they reworked the place.

- You wanna try relax a little?

- Not before the house is done.

sh*t.

Guys! Guys, can

everyone hear me?

Well, so

considering the weather

conditions have sort of

spiced things up a little bit,

I think it might be a good

idea to get a couple of hours

of work done before the

fog rolls in from the lake.

- You're not serious, are you?

- Can we do it in the morning

- Guys! Guys, come on.

Tara's family have had

a sh*t time recently.

- Tara has to pick

up extra shifts

so they don't lose their

parents' house, so.

- That means Lora,

Mrs. Cooper, best teacher

ever, she's in trouble.

- Yeah, I mean, come on, guys.

Come on. It'll be easy

with all of us to do it.

We'll play music, huh?

- Thank you, guys. I

really owe you one.

- We've been sat on this

land for a year now.

I know there's this

dark history behind it,

but I'm sure it'll sell if we

put it up for half the value.

- It's outta the question.

- What aren't you telling me?

(knuckles rapping)

- [Lora] 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 were

going somewhere this weekend,

but he didn't say where.

You don't suppose they've

gone to the house?

- Jane, you really

need to calm down.

- Do you know where

they are? Do you?

Look, and what about the others?

- Shh. George is home.

We'll talk about

this tomorrow, okay?

- [Jane] Okay.

- Go easy on the paint.

We won't be able to get

another can the same.

I appreciate the caution,

girls. What happened to the red?

- Yeah, we wanted to add

a bit of a personal touch

- Personally, Tara, I know

you really, really like it.

I think that pink's

gotta be red, yeah?

- What? Stop.

- It's perfect,

- Right, Tara can I talk

to you about it over there?

Yeah, come on.

- What do you want, Beanie?

- Well I was just thinking,

I don't know, maybe you girls

could do with a pick me up?

- You gotta learn to say no.

- If I say no, they're

not gonna do it.

(knuckles rapping)

- Hi, can we help you?

- You're not

supposed to be here.

- I'm sorry. My

dad owns the place.

- He's not gonna like this.

Any of this.

If you leave now,

he won't hurt you.

- What are you gonna do?

- Yeah, what are

you gonna do, b*tch?

- It's not what I'll do.

- Let's be real here.

It's seven against one

and you can't call anyone

because we're not

doing anything wrong.

- This is my house.

- How about we call the

local loony bin, hmm?

Maybe they can help us, hmm?

Now do us all a

favor and f*ck off.

- I never knew you

could be such a b*tch.

- When I worked at the bar,

it was the only way to

get rid of knobheads.

- That wasn't cool

though, 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 something we can do?

Do you need a ride anywhere?

- I want you all to suffer

the way he suffered.

- It's you. You are the one.

He's coming to get you.

Run.

- Now that the excitement's

done, should we go and...

What are you doing?

- That was the hottest

thing I've ever

in my life seen you do.

What?

They're over there

having their fun.

Dylan's consoling our fearless

leader, Tara. Where's my fun?

- Okay guys.

So that was weird, right?

- Yeah, is she gonna

call the police?

- No. She's just some weird

person that got lost out here.

That's all.

That fog's coming in.

I'd say that's wrap on

day one, guys. Great job.

- Hey. Where are you going?

- Nick, stop it.

I'm not in the mood.

I'm sure this is

exciting to you,

but it's not exciting to me.

- [Tara] Hi, you've

reached Tara.

I'm 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.

Speak soon. Bye.

- Please call me

back when you can.

Thanks. Love you.

- You've been pacing

for a while now.

- You know I love you, right?

- Yeah.

You've been like my

freaking guardian angel

this entire time.

- And anything I do is

to benefit the both of us

'cause I got deeply

in love with you.

- Yeah.

- I got accepted

into Lakeman College.

- Dylan, holy

sh*t. That's great.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

- 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 that I'm not as close

with my parents as you are,

but it's time to

leave mom and dad.

It's time to grow up.

f*ck.

- It's like you never

touched a woman before.

- No, well, Donna wasn't really

putting out so I need it.

What?

- Nick, I really like you.

- Yeah, I like you too.

Why do you think I'm

out here with you?

- Just break up with Donna then.

- What?

- I'm sick of this being

a secret, me and you.

- Isn't it exciting though?

You know that you could

get caught, isn't it?

Turns you on a little bit?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Maybe I do want to get caught.

- What are you doing?

- If you don't tell her, I will

- The f*ck, you will.

- Watch me.

- Okay then, we're done.

We're done.

Sky, whatever we

had is over, huh?

In fact, I don't wanna ever

see your f*cking face again.

Way to ruin the mood, kid.

- f*cking as*h*le.

(ominous music)

(Sky sputtering)

(Sky screaming)

- It is them.

This is what you've

been waiting for.

(phone buzzing)

- You guys sleep well?

- I did actually like a log,

but I did take a melatonin.

- Have you guys seen Sky?

- Yeah. No, I woke up earlier.

I saw her leave.

She ordered a taxi.

- Hmm. What?

Why? I thought she

wanted to help.

- Yeah, but I don't

really know why she left.

I'm not sure.

Family trouble?

She seemed pissed.

- That doesn't change the

hours we worked today, does it?

- You wanna try some of this?

It's this sativa strain

called the Green Love Maker.

So that's what I've heard.

- I'll pass. Thanks.

- What do you think?

Should I just go ask her out?

We are both human beings.

You know, I suppose we

have that in common.

- I couldn't care less, dude.

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 much more.

So what do you reckon?

Can we go on a date?

- Gimme your phone.

Take that. You don't

wanna date me anyways.

You can do whatever

you want with that.

Go f*ck off, Beanie.

- You all right?

Okay.

(ominous music)

- f*cking b*tch. Who

does she thinks she is?

f*cking doesn't matter anyway.

Hello?

f*cking woods.

This is crazy.

(Beanie sniffs)

(Beanie moans)

(Beanie screams)

(Popeye grunts)

- Oh, I surrender, Tara.

- Don't you feel uncomfortable

without your clipboard?

- That is not for me.

- Hey Donna, get in already.

- Hang on. Lemme take a picture.

(phone beeping)

- Was that a text?

Did you just get a signal?

Is everything okay?

- No, just a minute.

- That's more for me then.

- I think that's enough.

- [Lora] Okay.

- [George] Lora, calm down.

- They said they were

only classed as missing

after three days and

it's only been 24 hours.

- Christ, can you hear yourself

right now? What is going on?

(knuckles rapping)

- Jane, what are you doing?

- Lora, I found Dylan's diary.

- What?

- Look, it even says it.

The tourists will be taken

through the front door

and they're going to be

shown around the house

and then it even

mentions the cabins

where the tourists

are going to stay.

They've gone to the house,

Lora. That's where they are.

- Gimme a minute.

- What the hell's going on?

- She hasn't told you?

- Told me what?

- The keys are gone.

- Whatever she said,

she's lying, okay?

- You are a real f*cking piece

of sh*t, you know that, Nick?

How could you cheat

on me with that b*tch?

- Oh, f*ck me.

I don't know what the

big f*cking deal is.

A man's got needs.

- Why don't you date her then?

- Because she's not who I want

to be my f*cking wife, Donna.

She was just, I don't

know, some fun side piece.

- Some side piece?

f*ck you, Nick.

- Donna, you're

not going anywhere.

- Let go of me.

- You're not going

anywhere. Stop.

- You're hurting me.

- Stop.

Can we just talk

about this please?

- Nick, get off.

I never wanna see you

again. Stay away from me.

- Donna! Donna!

f*ck!

(punches thud)

(glass shatters)

(ominous music)

(punches thud)

(bone snaps)

(Nick screams)

What the f*ck are you?

(Nick screams)

f*ck!

No, please.

No, no, no, no, no.

Please, please, please.

f*ck! f*ck no, please.

I'm begging you!

I'm begging you!

(Nick screams)

(ominous music)

(Donna sobs)

- What the f*ck, Nick?

Nick, what the f*ck

is wrong with you?

Why did you...

Nick?

Nick?

Nick?

(Donna screams)

- What time is it?

- 6:00 PM.

- Oh my f*cking god.

Why did you not wake me sooner?

- We don't know

where anybody is.

- What do you mean?

- I see you found Tara.

- Where is everyone?

- I don't know. I

looked everywhere.

I just came back from the house.

- Right, let's just

not panic here, okay?

Like they'll be back.

Most probably gone to

get a beer or something

but they wouldn't

drive, would they?

- I guess that makes sense.

Maybe we're getting

paranoid with nothing.

- What about the fog?

Have you checked the lake?

I'll be a minute.

- No, Tara, just wait.

- Dylan, let her look.

We searched everywhere.

She'll be back in a minute.

- Mom?

(Donna panting)

(trap snaps)

(Donna screams)

- [Dylan] Did you find anything?

- I didn't go to the

lake. I found this.

- Whoa. My mom has the

same picture on the wall.

- [Tara] Same but the kid in

the background isn't in mine.

- Yeah, same. Why is

it so badly burnt?

- Wait, who's not meant

to be in the picture?

- Let's go have a

drink or something,

- Right, that is not a bad idea.

Let's just go back there and

wait for the others, yeah?

- Okay.

- Yeah. Come.

(Donna screams)

(tractor engine rumbling)

- Please don't. Please, please.

No, please, please.

Help me.

(Donna screams)

- What was that?

- f*ck!

- Donna!

- Go!

- Oh my god.

- Come on, come on.

- Wait!

(Kathy screams)

(car engine rumbling)

- Dylan! Dylan!

Dylan! Dylan!

Dylan! Dylan!

- The cars are here but

the lights aren't on.

They must be in the cabins.

- Which way are the cabins?

- Over there.

- [Jane] Dylan? Dylan?

Dylan, is that you?

- You are really

freaking me out, 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 f*ck was that?

- He's Popeye. He's back.

- Wait, wait. Where's Kathy?

I thought she was behind us.

- I'm so sorry.

- He's real.

After everything

I read about him.

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

He can't be real.

- Then what the f*ck was that?

- He died. He died in the lake.

- I know, okay? I know.

We just got to get to the car.

- Jesus f*cking Christ.

- [Dylan] Wait, how did

you know where to find us?

- Your mom. She showed

me the press article.

- Wait, my mom's here?

- I'm sorry.

- Wait, what do you mean?

- We have to go.

We have to go. We need to leave.

(Kathy screams)

(car engine sputtering)

(Kathy screaming)

(expl*si*n roars)

- Enough is enough.

You are gonna tell me

what the f*ck is going on.

- You know something about

Popeye that we don't,

is that right?

- Those stories you've

heard over the past 15 years

since it happened?

All lies.

- Mom, you can tell us.

- That thing you see out

there? That's Johnny.

He was my student.

- Johnny?

- That's Popeye's real name.

- A week after his death,

he was in my nightmares.

He was in my dreams all the time

and it turns out the people

of Sweetville were having

the same awful dreams.

It was as if the dream was

telling us to do something.

- Do what?

- The dream was telling

us to rebuild the house,

for one person to own the land

and the property at all times

and not to do anything with it.

We decided to go in alphabetical

order with last names first

over who owned the land.

Julie Aster was up

first and then she died

and I was next.

- You understand how

insane that sounds.

- Mom, how do we stop him?

- I don't know.

If only I hadn't gone to

that house with those people,

but I knew I had to do something

when I saw you through

the window and you

two were together.

- What do you mean?

- He was constantly

being bullied at school

and I told them to stop

and to include him

in the games at break

but they didn't.

But you tried to save him, Tara.

- What do you mean?

- You tried to

stop his suffering

but I feared for your safety.

So I went with the

parents from the village

and we tried to stop.

We tried to stop the

threat to our kids.

As long as Johnny was

alive, he was dangerous.

- Mom, what have you done?

- Please, please,

let's just go home now.

I can't.

- Lora!

- Don't move.

I knew he wouldn't

hurt you, Tara

because you're like me.

Johnny's 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 away.

Dear old mother

loved little Johnny.

He was so sweet.

He used to come down

into the basement

and feed me when my

parents forgot to.

I hate seeing him upset.

Not that day.

I couldn't save him.

I couldn't save him.

He wasn't bad.

It should have been all of

you who drowned in that lake.

He didn't deserve it.

Poor Johnny's soul will forever

roam the Sweetville woods.

He haunts the dreams

of all the murderers

who took part in burning

down his entire life

until they restore our home.

I told Johnny,

he lives inside the fog

that rolls in from the lake.

We just want to do what

we weren't allowed to do

when we were little.

Play.

I'll have some fun with

you when you're dead.

- Stop!

(Olive screams)

- Lora, we gotta go.

Tara!

- Tara, he loves you.

- f*ck!

Hey!

This is for my

mother, you b*tch.

(Olive screams)

- Help me!

- Mom.

- Help.

- Tara.

Tara, Tara, Tara.

(punches thud)

(tractor engine rumbling)

- Die, you f*ck.

(Popeye screaming)

- You're safe. You're safe.

Does this mean you

can come stay with me?

Let's get outta here.

(keys splash)

(keys thud)

Tara?

Tara?

(Tara screams)

Tara!

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