[Deep, muffled breathing]
[Crew member] Hey, look.
[Deep breathing continues;
Indistinct chatter]
[Footsteps crunch on grass]
[Deep breathing stops]
[Indistinct speaker] Okay,
listen everybody.
[Chatter stops]
[Soft click]
[Insects chirp]
But her muffins
are just so good.
I know.
I'm gonna figure out the recipe
and I'll make you some.
What? No, no, no.
What am I supposed to do,
eat muffins all the time?
That's all I'm gonna do.
Hold on.
[Suffocated grunting]
Are you okay?
[Man yells, whimpers]
[Spear whooshes, flesh
squelches; Man grunts]
[Blood gushes]
[Woman screams]
[Spear whooshes, woman grunts]
[Flesh squelches:
She grunts]
[Suffocated whooshing]
[Sinister, strident music]
[Music halts]
[Music plays - Okay Kaya's
version of Nightswimming, by
R.E.M.]
...deserves a quiet night
The photograph on the
dashboard Taken years ago
Turned around backwards
So the windshield shows
Every streetlight
Reveals the picture in reverse
Still, it's so much clearer
I forgot my eggs
At the watershed
The moon's low
Nightswimming
(Nightswimming)
Deserves a quiet night
(Nightswimming)
I'm not sure all
these people understand
Nightswimming
It's not like years ago
The fear of getting caught
Of recklessness and water
- They cannot see me naked
- [Clock rings]
These things, they go away
- Replaced by every day
- [Ringing fades]
Nightswimming
Remembering that night
September's coming soon
I'm pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright
Tight forever drum
Could not describe
Nightswimming
(Nightswimming)
You, I thought I knew you
(Nightswimming)
You, I cannot judge you
(Nightswimming)
You, I thought you knew me
(Nightswimming)
This one laughing quietly
(Nightswimming)
Underneath my breath
(Nightswimming)
Nightswimming
(Nightswimming)
The photograph reflects
(Nightswimming)
Every streetlight a reminder
(Nightswimming)
Nightswimming
(Nightswimming)
Deserves a quiet night
Deserves a quiet night
Nightswimming
Nightswimming
Nightswimming
Nightswimming
[Music concludes, resonates]
[She sighs]
[She scoffs softly]
Why so puffy?
I can't even get them on.
[She yelps softly]
[Playful yelling;
Pensive music]
So sorry.
Yeah, I just got into town
and I'm meeting Billy tomorrow.
- She says she wants to cook
me dinner, - [Music fades]
but I'll probably
just like crash
at a hotel tomorrow night and
then head back to the city
Thursday.
[Woman, on phone] Good. Wouldn't
want you marooned in the
wilderness
with Norma Desmond
from Sunset Boulevard.
Stop. She's not Norma Desmond
from Sunset Boulevard.
Didn't you say she's a recluse?
No. I mean, yeah...
she's reclusive, but she
seems like totally with it.
She just hasn't
acted in a while.
[Woman] Okay, I know you think
this is gonna help you crack the
reboot,
but can you just drop a pin
for me when you get there? Okay?
And watch out for any rusty
nails left lying around.
[She gasps]
Yes. They have Sweet
Tart Mini Chewy.
Anyway, what are
you up to tonight?
[Woman] I'm going to a
poetry reading with Thor,
that bisexual king
I've been seeing.
Hi to Thor.
- Hi from Kris.
- [Electronic music in store]
Oh. What up, Kris?
Thor says what up.
[Pensive music resumes]
Oh my God.
You'll never guess what they're
selling at this gas station.
[Woman] Methamphetamine?
ill*gal firearms?
Confederate flag decals for the
backs of various pickup trucks?
- No, Camp Miasma Part Six.
- [Music fades]
[Cash register beeps;
Soft music plays in store]
This too, please.
- [Woman] Hmm. Part Six.
- Like your hair, by the way.
[Woman] Is that the one
with the faces in the skin wall?
No, no. It's the one after that
where they try to like
course correct, back to basics.
It's actually pretty good.
It's one of the better sequels.
[Woman] You're such a nerd.
Thank you.
[Automatic sliding
doors open, chime]
[Doors close]
[She sighs]
[Metal rattles]
I have you in for one night.
- Is that correct?
- [Kris] Yeah.
Listen, I was just wondering,
do you have any rooms
with DVD players?
[He clicks his tongue]
DVD?
Like if I wanted to watch this.
[Front desk clerk]
Oh my gosh, yes.
- I'm in that movie.
- [She chuckles] What?
Yeah, they shot at the haunted
summer camp about 20 miles up
the hill. Camp Tivoli.
They filmed around here and they
cast some locals in some parts,
you know, to save money.
- But...
- sh*t.
Yeah, I actually,
I thought you looked familiar.
[She chuckles;
Awkward silence]
[Clock ticks;
Faint, uneasy music]
You know, I think I do have
a DVD player or two around here.
I'll just go look for them.
[Kris] Oh, there.
I think I see it.
[He blows loudly]
- Yahtzee.
- [Music surges abruptly]
[Music fades]
[DVD whirs in DVD player]
[Faint, uneasy music]
[Teen boy, in movie] Come on, I
thought you wanted to go
skinny-dipping.
[Teen girl, in movie] Yeah.
I mean, I don't know.
It's July, Megan.
The water's warm even at night.
No, it's not that. It's just...
isn't this that
defunct sleepaway camp
where those teenagers
got m*rder*d all those years ago
by that pervert
in the ceiling vent helmet?
Aw.
You scared of Little Death?
Scared he's gonna take
his big rusty spear and...
- Stop it.
- Penetrate you?
Anyway, that was years ago.
That freak has
been dead forever.
Haven't you heard?
Camp Miasma's
reopening this year.
Come on.
The water's gonna feel so good
on your body.
I promise.
[Deep, muffled breathing;
Water ripples]
[Sultry music fades;
Faint, uneasy music]
[Police officer, in movie]
It's over now. He's dead...
forever...
this time.
[Uneasy music continues]
No.
It's never over.
Don't you understand?
He's still down there
at the bottom of the lake.
He's still hungry.
[Tense, electric buzzing]
[Resonating exhalation;
Music concludes]
[Kris] Hey, so...
I'm almost to Billy's house.
But have you ever done a GPS
where it's just coordinates,
like numbers?
'Cause that's...
She just gave me numbers.
Great. Yeah, that's great.
So listen,
I just got a text from Tracy.
They want you to meet with the
head of the studio on Friday.
- Can you do Friday?
- [Kris] Um...
[Agent] Okay, I'm gonna confirm.
And remember, for the origin
story,
they're looking for
elevated, AKA woke.
So... I'm getting
another call. Bye.
[End-call beeps]
[GPS voice] Turn right
onto Frog Hollow Road.
Continue for 1,000 feet.
[Kris] What? There's no road.
[GPS voice] In 500 feet, the
destination is on your right.
- [Car rumbles]
- [Kris] Jesus.
[GPS voice] Return to the route.
- [Kris] What route? - [GPS
voice] Return to the route.
[Car bumps over pothole;
She exclaims]
[Deep, unsettling resonance]
[GPS voice] Arrived.
No.
[Wind whistles]
[Faint, uneasy music]
[She chuckles]
You gotta be kidding me.
[Music grows]
[She gasps]
[Branch thuds, resonates]
Hello?
[Music concludes]
Is anyone here?
[Wind howls]
[Faint, uneasy music]
Whoa.
[Music lingers]
[Music swells, fades]
[Music resumes]
[Film roll squeaks]
[Projector whirs]
[Shaky breathing in film;
Intriguing, atmospheric music]
[Deep, muffled breathing]
[Soft moaning in film]
[Door creaks]
[Shaky breathing continues]
[Deep breathing continues]
[Music grows]
[Deep breathing intensifies]
[Breathing and music stop]
[Kris gasps, startled]
[She breathes shakily]
[Ominous note builds]
[Note halts]
I feel like there's about
to be a jump scare.
[Footsteps approach]
[Pensive, intriguing music]
Hi.
I'm Billy Presley.
You must be the writer-director.
[Music brightens]
Yeah, hi.
[She chuckles]
You came out of nowhere.
I didn't know you were in here.
I'm sorry.
I saw you and I
wanted to scare you.
It's only fair, right?
You've already seen me.
[Wind howls, fire crackles]
- [Music concludes] - Sorry, my
day got kind of away from me.
I suddenly realized that I
didn't have any food for dinner,
so had to do
an emergency takeout run.
The options around here, as
you can imagine, are not that...
well, good.
So I hope you like
fried chicken.
[Cutlery clanks]
Oh, sh**t. I should have asked.
You're not vegan or
something, are you?
Gluten-free?
That's big right now, huh?
[She chuckles]
I love fried chicken.
Good.
Right answer.
I like fried chicken too.
Oh, those are greasy.
Those are good.
[Subtle, somber tone]
[Wind howls in distance]
- Now, if it gets too real,
- [Tone fades]
you can always turn it off.
That was promotional
for the home video release,
but I kinda like it.
Sorry, I didn't mean to...
[Billy] No, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I wasn't here
when you showed up.
No, no, that space is amazing. I
just, I didn't realize that you,
you...
Or yeah, how did you choose
to live at the...
abandoned sleepaway camp
from the first Miasma film?
Well, isn't that obvious?
[She whispers] Someone's gotta
be here when Little Death comes
back.
What?
[Fire crackles]
[She chuckles]
Little Death isn't real.
Well, not with that
attitude he isn't.
- You see,
- [Unsettling, rising tone]
I discovered something
when I moved here.
There is a hole at
the bottom of the lake
where the movies come from,
and he is still
waiting down there.
And if you've seen his movies,
you know
[She whispers] he
always comes back.
[Tone fades]
[Manic laughter]
Oh my God, you thought that I
was some crazy lady, didn't you?
- [Kris] No.
- Yes, you did.
- I saw it on your face.
- No, I didn't.
You thought I was a full
bugs-under-the-skin recluse
crazy lady.
[She gasps]
Like, what's her name?
From... From Sunset Boulevard?
I know who you're talking about,
but I can't...
Yeah, I can't remember her name.
[Billy] Anyway, a real estate
agent showed me the old camp.
I thought it was sort of...
morbidly fitting, you know?
The first movie really left
its mark on me.
I needed to get
away from reality.
I like the seclusion,
the vastness of it all.
I can work on my paintings in
peace, and nobody bothers me.
Guess I bought myself a...
private alternate universe.
I totally get that desire.
Speaking of desire
[Wind howls in distance]
do you like dipping sauce?
I love dipping sauce.
I love dipping sauce, too.
[Tender guitar music;
Wind blows]
[Fire crackles]
[Resonating tap]
[Resonating tap]
[Deep, resonating tap]
[Heavy, sultry exhalation;
Sticky squishing]
[Music continues]
[Echoing crunches]
[Deep, muffled exhalation]
- [Music concludes]
- So Kris
here you are in my home
eating chicken.
Why don't you tell
me about yourself?
Oh, God. I don't know. I mean,
I'm sitting here with Billy
Presley.
- I don't wanna talk about
myself. - Now, don't flatter me.
[Kris] No, I'm not trying
to flatter you, but okay.
Well, yeah, um...
Well, I'm a filmmaker,
but you know that.
My work explores
the intersection of
queerness and cultural
depictions of monstrosity.
I made my first feature a couple
years ago for like, six dollars.
I saw it. Mm-hmm.
You saw Jouissance?
[Billy] Yeah.
I had to drive into town
to get enough Wi-Fi to rent it,
but yeah, I saw it.
I do my research.
What did you think of it?
Well...
- Oh, you hated it.
- No, I didn't hate it.
I
Well, you remade Psycho from the
perspective of the shower
curtain.
That was only the last third.
I just think it was
over my head is all...
It's a meta commentary on the
gender trouble inherent to the
slasher genre.
We're just different
generations is all.
[She sighs]
Anyway, yeah, audiences
mostly didn't get it either,
but enough critics liked it that
it opened some doors for me in
Hollywood,
and that's kinda where
this opportunity came from.
To remake Camp Miasma?
Yeah, which like on the surface
is like a weird career move for
me,
but see, I got it
all figured out.
What they don't know is that
the original Camp Miasma
- was basically my q*eer
awakening. - [Billy] Oh.
I'm gonna beat Hollywood
at its own game.
The execs all butter you up.
They tell you
your perspective is so fresh.
They call you the voice
of a generation,
but I know the real reason
they were willing to give me
the keys to this franchise.
It's zombie IP.
They need me to resurrect it.
Well, I guess if Little Death
has been k*lled so many times,
you could think of
him as a zombie.
[Kris] No, no, not a
zombie movie, zombie IP.
The IP itself is undead,
as in too problematic to reboot,
because of woke,
which in Hollywood right now
is a really big problem,
because intellectual property
from decades ago
is basically the only thing
anyone's willing to spend money
on anymore,
what with the capitalism being
so late and all.
And look, every long-running
franchise has skeletons in its
closet.
I mean, James Bond literally
assaults women in Goldfinger
and Thunderball,
and Mickey Mouse did blackface
- that one time.
- Mickey did that?
So what does a studio
do when there's easy money
just waiting to be made on a
movie franchise, just sitting
there dormant,
but it's one as blatantly
transphobic as Camp Miasma?
They hire a q*eer person
to paper over the ugliness,
give Little Death
a more tragic backstory,
weave in some perfunctory
message about gender, trauma,
being yourself against all odds.
Bam! Zombie IP resurrected,
shareholders get paid.
[Drawer slides]
Kris,
I didn't ask you
about your work.
I asked about you.
I want you to tell
me about yourself.
[Kris] Sorry.
I have a tendency to get kind
of fired up about that stuff.
Sometimes, I kinda
think I am my work.
Well, I'm sure that's not true.
Okay. Uh, let's see.
Uh, well, I'm 29.
I... grew up in the suburbs,
but I haven't really talked
to my family since shortly
after I came out.
I use she/they pronouns.
Are you married?
[Kris, chuckling] No. God, no.
No.
No, I'm poly.
What's poly?
Like polyamorous.
Oh, I don't know poly.
[Kris] Yeah. It...
Basically, I have a partner,
and then my partner
has another partner, too.
[Billy] Oh!
Kinda like cheating.
Yeah.
Yeah, but with game nights
where you have to hang out
with bisexual guys named Thor.
You don't sound too
excited about it.
No, I am. I am.
I just uh, I...
I don't know.
All that stuff has just
kinda always been
in the background for me,
like sex or whatever.
I mean, I love my partner.
Really, I do, and I want
their needs to be met.
But just for me,
sex has always felt like
kind of a distraction.
My primary partner tends
to be my work.
[Billy] I'm noticing a trend.
Yeah.
- I guess
- [Faint, uneasy music]
love, sex, all that stuff
has just never been easy for me.
I
Sometimes I think my art is just
like, a place for me to hide
from all that.
[Billy] Well, like
this camp is for me.
It's your own private
alternate universe.
[Chair scrapes]
Look, when I was younger,
sex was stressful for me, too.
I created some kind
of a block around it
that I couldn't quite name.
Exactly.
I had to find a way to get
out of my head.
And this helped.
[Wind howls;
Music fades]
[Under breath] Sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- No, you're good.
No, I mean I'm sorry about
bringing all this up.
We shouldn't be talking
about my sex life.
We've only just met.
Why not?
[Kris] 'Cause it's weird. I...
This is a work meeting.
I don't wanna be like
Me Too-ish, Me Too-y, Me Too...
Honey, I auditioned
for The Burning.
You know who created that?
You don't scare me.
And besides,
this isn't a business meeting.
We're eating fried chicken
and smoking weed,
and talking about
making art together.
Okay. Well, in that case, can
I ask you something personal?
Uh-huh.
Why'd you stop acting?
You had a few bit parts
and then you starred
in the original Miasma,
then you kinda just fell off
the face of the earth.
Well, they invited me back
for the sequel,
and the third one, too.
But I was pretty burnt out.
And after a while
they stopped calling.
I guess I just...
aged out.
Ms Presley, Billy,
I just have to say
I am a lifelong fan,
and I know we're
only just meeting,
but I feel very, very strongly
about the potential
of this collaboration.
- Here comes the hard sell.
- [Kris] But I'm serious.
I don't know how to explain it,
but I just know that being here
is gonna help me crack the
Miasma story.
I don't wanna make another dumb
sequel in the Camp Miasma
franchise.
I don't wanna make a remake
of a remake, of a remake.
Everything's a
remake of something.
I wanna make something that
feels fresh and new, but
timeless.
Maybe there is no Miasma movie,
it was based on a real serial
k*ller, Ed Gein.
It's like I said in my letter,
I mean, to me,
the soul of Camp Miasma
has always been
- that look in your character's
eye. - That look in my eye.
Exactly.
That look has been seared into
my memory ever since I saw it on
a VHS tape
I had absolutely no business
being able to watch as an
8-year-old.
If I can capture that look in
your eye again 35 years later,
then I will have done my job as
- the latest shepherd...
- As the latest shepherd
in the Camp Miasma legacy.
I know.
I read your letter.
It's a good pitch.
I'm just not convinced
that it'll work.
Why not?
Because you talk about it
so academically, and
Camp Miasma, it wasn't
about cultural depictions
of monstrosity or...
gender trouble or
any of that stuff.
It was about two
very simple things
flesh
and fluids.
[Wind howls]
[Tender guitar music]
[Kris] I really,
I really appreciate you...
yeah, taking the time, and I'm
sure our reps will be in touch,
and hopefully,
we can work something out.
But obviously, no worries
if things don't align and...
- [Billy] Kris.
- You decide not to.
[Billy] You don't need
to leave, you know?
- I made up the guest room
upstairs. - [Music continues]
That's very kind, but I should
probably get on the road.
[Kris] Well, it's a bit late to
drive, isn't it, especially in
this weather?
I don't wanna impose any more
than I already have. Really.
It's not an imposition.
- It's okay.
- Kris.
Kris, I'm asking you to stay.
[Kris chuckles]
Is that an order?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's an order.
We can get to know each other.
We can watch my print
of the first film together.
You can tell me more about
that look in my eye, and well
[Billy chuckles]
We have to be on
the same page if...
We're gonna be working together?
Please.
We're already working together.
[Music fades]
[Wind howls]
[Ominous hissing]
[Hissing fades]
[Cellphone keyboard clicks]
[Sent-message alert]
[Incoming message alert]
[She inhales deeply]
[Incoming message alert]
[She sighs]
[Billy, in distance] Yeah
I like her.
It's been a long time since
I've let someone really see me.
My acting or my art.
[Faint, uneasy music;
Floor creaks under foot]
Yeah.
You know what? I agree.
[She breathes heavily]
Well, she's more in her head
than in her body, but,
well, she's got potential.
- Hold on. - [Deep, thick thuds
in distance]
I hear something.
[She breathes heavily]
[Music continues]
[Deep, muffled breathing]
[Music continues]
[Breathing and music intensify]
[Ice cracks]
[Music and breathing
halt, resonate]
Morning, sleepyhead.
I didn't know what you wanted
for breakfast,
so I got a variety pack
from the Costco.
Look at that.
Isn't that cute?
You got your Frosted Flakes
and your Froot Loops,
and your Cocoa Krispies.
There's a little
something for everyone.
- Is something wrong?
- No.
Well, actually, yes. Sorry.
I'm just gonna say this
even if it sounds weird.
Is there, um
Is there someone else
in the house with us right now?
What are you talking about?
Uh, last night before I went to
bed, I thought I heard talking.
It sounded like maybe you
were talking to someone else.
I don't think so.
As far as I know,
it's just the two of us here.
[Kris] There was no one in
your bedroom last night?
Your dead taxidermied mum, just
to throw like, a totally random
example.
Nope,
just the two of us.
If you don't believe me,
you can go look.
- No, I believe you.
- No, I'm serious, go look.
It's okay.
I must've been making it up.
Go look.
[Faint, ominous music]
[Door creaks]
[Music fades;
Floor creaks under foot]
[Abrupt, sinister note;
She gasps]
[Note halts;
She breathes heavily]
[Fake, evil laughter]
[Genuine laughter]
[Intriguing, pulsating music]
She's amazing.
I mean, she's clearly
the same person
from Miasma I,
the final girl,
but she's so much more, too.
Like, she's weird and,
like sexy and tough,
but also like really funny, too,
and she's a stoner.
Oh, God.
I mean, it's amazing.
There is so much more to explore
in her that the first film
barely even hinted at.
- Yeah. - [Kris] I mean... Yeah,
I'm obsessed.
Tell the studio I'm obsessed.
[Agent] You're still just
thinking a cameo though, right?
No, no. It's her.
I mean, the whole
movie's gotta be her.
Did I tell you that
she literally lives
at the abandoned sleepaway camp
from Miasma I?
[Agent] You
mentioned that, yeah.
Come on.
Are we thinking a
supporting role?
'Cause I still need to set
expectations with the studio.
Hail Satan.
[Kris] No, listen to me. You're
not hearing what I'm saying.
She is the lead, okay?
The final girl again.
[Agent] Kris, taking over the
Miasma franchise is a really,
really big deal.
The studio is taking a chance
on you, okay?
I know you love your trivia,
but they're not gonna wanna
build a franchise reboot
around a 60-year-old lady
who doesn't even have a
Wikipedia page. No offense.
What about
those new Halloween movies?
Those made like a billion
dollars and they starred a
60-year-old lady.
- [Music stops]
- Or... or maybe.
- Never mind. Those rumors
aren't true. - [Agent] Kris!
- Billy Presley is not Jamie Lee
Curtis. - [Music resumes]
You know, she's
not Neve Campbell.
She's not even, what's her name
from the first Nightmare on Elm
Street movie?
Heather Langenkamp.
[Agent] Yeah, exactly.
This is a niche property, Kris.
Okay, how can I explain?
Can you tell me the name
of the lead actress
from the Sleepaway Camp movies?
Felissa Rose in the original and
Pamela Springsteen in the
sequels,
who fun fact is
Bruce Springsteen's sister.
There you go.
I'd say in 2026,
Billy Presley has about as much
star power as Bruce
Springsteen's sister.
Honestly, if I were
putting money on it,
I bet they don't even know
who she is, okay?
So just focus on
the origin story.
That's what this studio
is eager for you to crack
and then we'll be pushed closer
to a green light.
Fine. Whatever.
[Music stops;
She sighs]
Well, how about final cut?
Any word on final cut?
Kris, we've talked about this.
That's not how this works.
[Squash ball resonates in court]
Are you playing
squash right now?
You know, Gen Z.
[Agent groans]
[Agent's voice breaks] TikTok.
SpongeBob.
[Disconnected tone]
[She sighs]
[Silence]
[Deep exhalation;
Intriguing, anticipatory music]
[Ice cracks]
[Music fades;
Curtains rattle]
[Billy moans, softly]
[Wind whistles]
[Pensive, melancholic music]
[Music continues]
[Light clicks;
Projector whirs]
[Tense, horror film music]
[Pencil scribbles on paper]
[Music fades]
[Arcade game beeps]
Chuck is such a stud.
[Chuck] Come on.
[Man 2] Go on. This
is how you do it.
This is how you do it.
- Studs Terkel.
- [Chuck] Yes!
[Chuck grunts;
Game beeps]
Strange mating ritual.
Says our Lady of Corduroy.
Like you'd even know, Squeak.
[Faint, subtle hissing]
[Deep, resonating exhalation]
[Door bells chime;
Delicate, melancholic music]
[Joyful indistinct
chatter in distance]
[Projector whirs;
Music continues]
[Pencil scribbles on paper]
[Chatter continues]
[Store clerk] Where is it
that you are going?
Excuse me?
- I said,
- [Music concludes]
where exactly is it that
you kids think you're going?
Uh, we're the... new counselors
at the sleepaway camp
on the hill, Camp Miasma.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
[He whispers] He is still
sleeping down below,
and a child like you, so...
young and nubile,
[Unsettling music rises slowly]
surely you'll wake
him, won't you?
I'm sorry, sir.
I didn't mean to...
You're doomed.
You're doomed!
[Music fades]
Hey, what's eating you, Squeak?
[Delicate, melancholic music]
I'm just thinking about
what it's gonna feel like.
[Girl chuckles]
What, losing your virginity?
No.
Dying.
Well.
[Music concludes]
[Engine dies down]
[Man and Chuck
exclaim in mock fear]
[Mockingly] We're
out of freakin' gas.
That means we're marooned until
the campers get here tomorrow.
[They exclaim in mock fear]
[Indistinct chatter;
Fire crackles]
[Man 2] Alright, alright. Who's
gonna do the honors this year?
Huh? Huh? Huh?
The honors?
Yeah, who's telling
the origin story,
the tale of Little Death?
[Abrupt, sinister music]
[Chuck] Go for it, man.
It's all on you.
This part's transphobic.
- [She whispers] Shut up.
- Sorry.
[Man 2] So,
This was a long time ago,
a long time ago,
before I was even a
camper here myself.
But the counselors,
they used to talk
about this one kid,
a real freak house,
who never said a single word
to anyone all summer.
He had this special arrangement
with the camp
to have one bed
in the boys' bunk
and one bed in the girls' bunk.
That's freak-house behaviour.
[Man 2] This kid,
see, he was a boy.
He had a little wiener,
so he had to be, right?
- Right.
- [They laugh]
But on certain days of the week,
like it was the most
normal thing in the world
[Music grows]
he would pack up all his stuff
and move over to the girls'
side of camp,
and then he would show up
to swim practice
in a bikini!
[They gasp]
On Sundays, Tuesdays,
and Thursdays, he was a boy,
and the rest of the week,
honest to God,
this little schizophrenic
thought he was a girl.
[Sinister music continues]
Major freak house alert.
The kid's parents were
even bigger freak houses
than him.
They were hermaphrodites.
They met at a mental hospital,
k*lled the guards, and escaped.
The mom dressed as a boy
and the dad dressed as a girl.
They raised their son to be a
different gender every day of
the week
until he finally
lost his mind, too.
Easy-Bake freak house.
He never had a chance.
Or...
freak house bake oven is
what I meant to say actually.
[Music concludes;
She chuckles]
[She whispers] Going to pee.
[Man 2] Eventually, there was
an incident at swim practice.
[Music resumes]
Some of the kids, they made the
mistake of teasing him, and...
he just went ballistic.
[Muffled laughter]
So they drowned him.
I mean, they had to.
Parents covered it up, so the
kids wouldn't get in trouble,
camp management,
the counselors, too.
But some people say
that he's still down there
at the bottom of the lake,
[Deep, resonating exhalation]
that he's still hungry,
that he's waiting
to rise from the depths!
[Group laughs]
[Wind blows;
They exclaim in mock fear]
[They laugh]
Rise, Little Death.
Rise and take your revenge!
[Music concludes]
[Footsteps approach]
- [Girl] Gonna get...
- [Squeak screams]
[Sinister music rises]
- [Man 2] Oh God, that's
classic. - [They laugh]
[Chuck] You sh*t
your pants, Squeak?
I think somebody's
baking brownies.
Did she sh*t her pants?
Ew.
It's just a joke.
Alright.
Let's get this party started!
[They whoop]
[Indistinct chatter]
[Radio scans]
Come on.
Come on, Ella. You got this.
[Equipment powers up]
[Ella] Good evening,
Camp Miasma.
This is DJ Ella Giastic
broadcasting all night long.
Let's get this party started
with Anorak Christmas
by Sally Shapiro.
[Music plays - Anorak Christmas,
by Sally Shapiro]
[Radio scans]
[Music volume increases;
Indistinct chatter and cheering]
The first time
that I saw your face
On a cold December night
It was a Tuesday on a gig
With a band that we both liked
The first time
That I heard you say your name
And I said mine
I fell in love
And ever since
You've been here on my mind
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Please don't go...
[Music continues behind door;
Insects chirp]
[She sniffles;
Deep, muffled breathing]
[Breathing continues]
[She exhales shakily]
- Split diopter.
- [Boy, in film] What's wrong?
[Young Billy] I thought I saw
someone out there watching me
or it was like...
[She breathes shakily]
I sensed someone...
sensing me.
And then my perspective changed.
It was like I could,
I could see myself
standing here
- through his eyes.
- [Projector whirs]
[Boy in film chuckles]
- Wait, who?
- [Whirring stops]
Little Death?
I don't know.
- [Projector whirs]
- [Boy in film] Hey, hey,
you're shaking.
I think we need
to get you inside.
I know a little spot.
How does that sound?
Do you wanna come with me?
Not really.
[He exhales loudly]
Or I guess...
maybe I do.
I'm just...
scared.
[Music continues in bar;
He chuckles]
You're still a virgin, right?
Think of it like getting a shot
at the doctor's office.
[Music fades;
Somber music joins]
Except this time,
you'll like the way it feels.
[Projector whirs;
Pencil scribbles on paper]
[Somber music grows]
[Music stops, record whirs]
[Faint, uneasy music]
[Deep, muffled breathing]
[Turntable needle
clicks in loop]
[Music continues;
Soft moaning]
[Turntable needle clicks]
- Rise.
- [Projector whirs]
[Music grows;
Breathing and moaning intensify]
[In a deep voice] Rise.
[Loud click;
Music and breathing halt]
[Music plays - A Long December,
by Counting Crows]
A long December
And there's reason to believe
Maybe this year
Will be better than the last
I can't remember the last
Thing that you said
As you were leaving
Oh, the days go by so fast
[Ella] God, I'm so high.
And it's one more day up
In the canyon
And it's one more
night in Hollywood
Who are you?
If you think that
I could be forgiven
[Sharp whoosh]
- [Blood gushes]
- I wish you would
Bummer.
The smell of
hospitals in winter
And the feeling
That it's all a lot of oysters
But no pearl
Now at once you looked
Across a crowded room to see
The way that light attaches
To a girl
[Girl screams]
What's wrong, babe? I thought
you wanted to make out.
What the f*ck?
[Stabbing;
Flesh squelches]
[He grunts]
[He retches]
...to California
I think you should
[Metallic clank]
Damn
[Girl screams;
Music continues]
[She groans]
[Man 2] What's
going on out here?
Hey! What are you?
[Spear whooshes,
flesh squelches]
Holy crap.
[Spear whooshes;
Man grunts]
I guess the winter
Makes you laugh a little slower
Makes you talk a little lower
About the things
you could not show her
- And it's been a long
December - [Panicked
screaming]
And there's reason to believe
Maybe this year
Will be better than the last
I can remember all the times
I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments
As they pass
[Music subsides, lingers]
[Voice becomes distinct] And
it's One more day up in the
canyon
[Little Death breathes heavily]
And it's one more
night in Hollywood
And it's been so long since
I've seen the ocean
I guess I should
[Music grows, singer vocalizes]
[Whooshing and grunting]
[Stubbing and squelching]
Yeah
[Music halts;
Electric buzzing]
[Bottles clink]
[She breathes heavily;
Projector whirs]
[Horror film music
plays in film]
[Siren blares]
Damn you, Little Death.
I know you're out there.
Show yourself,
so I can finally end this...
[Sudden stabbing and gushing]
[Music intensifies]
[Distorted, electric buzzing]
[Ethereal, eerie vocalization]
[Vocalization and buzzing fade]
[Insects chirp]
[Squeak] What's this?
[He scoffs] That's...
it's nothing.
It's stupid. It's
like a game we play.
It's just a way to mark time,
you know?
Hey, don't look at that.
Don't look at that.
Just look at me.
Look at me.
[He chuckles]
[Projector whirs]
Come on. I'm here.
You okay?
[Bed creaks]
That's it.
Relax.
[She breathes shakily]
[They moan, softly]
[They breathe heavily]
[Uneasy, suspenseful music;
Deep, muffled breathing]
That's it.
[Projector whirs;
Music and breathing continue]
[Muffled breathing;
Music intensifies]
[Resonating moan]
[Projector and music halt]
[Electric buzzing;
Unsettling echo]
sh**t.
The power just went out.
That happens sometimes.
Well, we need to
get the fire going.
[Subtle, poignant music]
[Kris] I must have seen
that movie a hundred times,
but I've never
seen it like that.
That look in your eye.
Have you figured
out what that was?
Fear?
Shame?
No.
There is something else
underneath all that.
[Ice cracks;
Music continues]
[Wind howls]
Hey!
You were right.
This isn't a work meeting.
That look in your eye,
I don't just wanna watch it.
I don't... I don't just wanna
film it and put it in a movie.
I wanna experience it, too.
[Short gasp;
Music continues]
Will you show me how?
[Music intensifies]
[Music fades]
[Resonating exhalation]
[Wind blows;
Faint howling in distance]
Out here, being all alone,
there are certain nights
when you just get this feeling
when it's really late
and really quiet,
when all of a
sudden you just know
that some psycho k*ller
escaped mental patient
is gonna break in
and chop you up
into a million little pieces.
Oh, I like that feeling.
I like the danger and
the powerlessness.
It's a giving in
even if it just lasts a moment.
Do you ever get lonely, though?
Living out here all alone
in the middle of nowhere.
Of course, I get lonely, Kris.
[Deep, muffled breathing]
[Fire crackles]
[Wind howls in distance]
[She chokes, coughs]
[Abrupt glitching]
[Deep, eerie reverberation]
[She breathes shakily]
[Faint, somber resonance]
[Resonating rustle]
[Fire crackles]
[Door creaks, opens]
[Kris] Billy.
Okay.
[Deep, muffled breathing]
[Kris breathes heavily]
Tell me what you like.
[She pants]
Whatever you want.
I'm in your hands.
[Billy] But what do you like?
How do you like to be touched?
Dealer's choice.
Dealer's choice.
That's
[Muffled, somber resonance]
[She exhales anxiously;
Resonance fades]
Sorry, f*ck.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- [Billy] It's okay.
No, it's not. I don't know
what's wrong with me.
I'm so f*cking bad at sex.
I just can't... Jesus Christ.
I can't like focus or,
I don't know I just...
There's no bad at sex.
That's not fair.
- Sorry.
- Oh, you're shaking.
- Let's get you warm.
- That's so embarrassing.
I hate myself.
I'll put some tea on the stove
and we can make s'mores
in the fireplace.
Would that be nice?
[Tender, heartfelt music]
Good.
[Kris] I think it's...
dissociation.
Sex seems so natural
and easy for so many people,
but for me, I've just
I've never been able
to get there with someone else,
unless I'm really
far away in my head,
just fully someplace else.
Where?
You don't have to tell me.
But I promise
I won't judge you.
Camp Miasma.
Or any old film like that.
I imagine myself
becoming a character
in a slasher film.
Mandy the bookworm in part two
or Collie in the
outhouse in part four.
I guess even you,
your character in
the first movie,
in bed with that
look in your eye.
[Kris exhales deeply]
It's okay.
I think about transforming.
I start off the movie as myself
[Music turns pensive]
a filmmaker,
an intellectual,
a prude,
a pipsqueak.
And then I become
Or he makes me
What?
It's embarrassing.
You can tell me.
Well, all that's just
window dressing, because
once Little Death
comes for me, I'm just
[She moans, softly]
A victim.
Yeah.
A sl*t.
Mm-hmm.
t*ts bouncing as
I run for my life.
My n*pples poking through
my skimpy clothes.
[Billy] Mm-hmm.
Waiting for him to penetrate me.
[She exhales heavily]
It's stupid
and so misogynistic.
I think I saw too many movies as
a kid, and it f*cked me up real
bad.
Do you think I'm disgusting?
No.
I think you're very sexy.
[Kris breathes heavily]
And if you wanna
become that with me,
you can,
'cause it's all just play.
[Music brightens]
And that's why he
built this place.
If it gets too real,
you can always turn it off.
[She gasps]
Now look in his eyes.
And make them your own.
Let's do it.
Let's make a movie.
[She breathes heavily]
[Deep, muffled breathing joins]
[Music concludes]
- Hi. Do you guys have Wi-Fi?
- [Lively music in store]
[Woman laughs]
Hi. Hi there.
Sorry to be a few minutes late.
Oh, no problem. We're actually
still waiting on Jeffrey.
- Yeah. - But he should be on
momentarily.
Right on.
Where are you right now, Kris?
I'm in the Pacific Northwest,
near Canada.
I think I maybe mentioned,
yeah, on our, on our last call,
but yeah, I got a meeting
with Billy Presley.
It's pretty exciting.
I don't wanna...
Great, yeah.
Wanna jinx it or anything,
but I'm pretty...
[Flatulence]
[Jeffrey] Hey, guys. I'm here.
[Tracy] Um...
Jeffrey...
[Jeffrey] What?
What, Tracy?
- [Tracy chuckles, awkwardly]
- [Jeffrey] Oh!
I just got off
With Jason Blum about
the new Halloween miniseries.
This is my little jump scare.
- Watch.
- Yeah.
[Jeffrey groans, menacingly]
[Mimics Mike Myers as Austin
Powers] Do I make you horny,
baby?
Do I make you horny...
Do I make you horny?
So great, Jeffrey.
They have the same name, so
Michael Myers, Mike Myers.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Anyway.
Anyway, we're so excited to hear
- about our little sleepaway
camp slasher. - Yeah.
How's it coming along, Kris?
Well, I was just saying I have
some pretty exciting news.
[She stutters] I,
um, yeah, I was, I...
I'm pretty sure that
Billy Presley is going to sign
on to, to join the project, so
Billy?
What?
She played the final girl in
the first film back in the '80s.
Y-yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, great.
That's great fan service.
Reddit is gonna
prematurely ej*cul*te
in their tight little jeans.
Yes. It's so true.
Actually, um, I think
we're all just really excited
to hear about this origin story.
[Jeffrey] Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Well, I've actually
been... reworking it over the
past few days.
Great. Great.
Why don't you walk us
through it, Kris?
Okay, so
[Intriguing, anticipatory music]
Lake Miasma,
that iconic lake
viewers know so well.
But there's something
viewers don't know
about what's lurking there
underneath the water.
It's Little Death.
No.
No?
No.
A hole.
- [Mason] A hole?
- [Water sloshes, muffled]
[Kris] There is a hole
at the bottom of the lake
where the movies come from.
[Music stops;
She exhales deeply]
[Jeffrey] I don't get it.
Translate, someone.
Uh, it's a meta take.
Yeah, meta.
Meta, like, New Nightmare
by Fright Master Wes Craven.
Nightmare by Fright
Master Wes Craven?
- Exactly.
- No.
It's not meta
like New Nightmare
by Fright Master Wes Craven.
Not meta like New Nightmare
by Fright Master Wes Craven.
Is it an allegory?
It's real. Okay?
Like, actually real.
It's realer than this call.
It's not a movie.
If anything, this is a movie.
You all are
characters in a movie.
Okay?
[She chuckles, awkwardly] Okay.
[Uneasy note]
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
- There is a hole
- [Water sloshes, muffled]
at the bottom of the lake
where the movies come from.
It has been there
since before the first movie.
Okay, it has been there
since before the murders
that inspired the first movie.
- Little Death
- [Unsettling, pensive music]
is down there alone, waiting.
He doesn't need a mask
in the hole under Lake Miasma.
[Electric buzzing]
He doesn't need clothing at all.
When he gets bored,
he has his entertainment
And that's where we come in.
This is the great
trick he plays,
convincing us that we made him,
when really he made us.
That we watch him,
when really he watches us.
[Music intensifies;
Muffled moaning]
- Do you understand?
- [Music halts]
- [Mason] Yeah.
- We're his little playthings.
We are an itch for
him to scratch.
We are a movie for him to edit,
and he has final cut.
Oh my God, he has final cut!
Oh my God, it's happening.
It's happening again.
- Oh my God, can you feel it?
- [Somber music rises]
Oh my God, he's hungry.
He's rising to the surface now.
He's ready.
He's ready to make a new movie,
and he's coming for us all.
[Loud, electric crackling]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- It's happening.
No need to...
It's happening.
It's happening.
Oh my! It's happening.
It's happening!
[Loud, electric crackling;
Music continues]
[She pants]
[Music fades]
[She chuckles]
What the f*ck was that?
There's a lot to unpack there.
There's a lot to unpack there.
Thank you so much, Kris.
Um, let us circle up
and we will collect our thoughts
and then we will get back to you
with notes.
Yeah. Thank you, Tracy.
Well said.
That was... something
else, but um,
we'll be in touch.
f*cking Christ.
[End-call tone]
[Phone vibrates]
[She breathes heavily]
[Arcade game beeps]
[Intriguing, uneasy music]
[Deep, unsettling reverberation]
Whoa.
[Music grows]
Where exactly is it that
you kids think you're going?
Me? Do you, do you mean me?
Um...
I'm... I'm a filmmaker.
Uh, I...
Yeah. Yeah, I'm
a filmmaker here,
here from the big city.
I'm... here making a... movie
at the old sleepaway
camp up on the hill.
Oh...
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
This remains highly unfinished.
I don't like it at all.
Totally.
He's still sleeping down below,
and a child like you,
so young...
And nubile.
Don't forget nubile.
And nubile, surely
you'll wake him.
For sure. For sure.
You're doomed.
Like doomed, doomed?
Doomed.
You're, you're doomed.
Doomed?
- Doomed.
- [Satisfied exhalation]
[Music continues]
[Radio scans]
[Ella] DJ Ella Giastic
on Camp Miasma Radio,
and next we got a slow one for
all the lovers out there
tonight.
[Slow, romantic song joins]
Pain is the heart of love
Is the heart of love
Love
Is the heart of
Is the heart of love
Love
The signal's starting
to come through.
[Kris] I know.
Pain is the heart of
Pain
Is the heart of pain
Is the heart of
[Billy] It's time for the tale
of Little Death.
[Song ends on somber note]
[Wind howls;
Hooting in distance]
I didn't wanna go
with him that night
[Pensive, unsettling music;
Fire crackles]
but I told myself I had to,
that it was a ritual,
a rite of passage that
everyone has to go through.
I was 24 playing 17
and it was time I
lost my virginity.
[Abrupt glitch]
I tried masturbating before.
Some girls at camp taught me how
when I was just a camper,
but I never understood.
My hand just got tired.
And then
that night on that
grimy mattress
with that irrelevant creep...
I felt hollow.
It meant nothing to me.
I was losing my virginity
and it was exactly as bad as I
had always imagined it would be.
When he entered me,
I went far away in my head.
I tried to think
about anything else.
I tried to stop being myself
there on the bed.
And it worked.
[Music grows]
I caught a signal.
[Deep, muffled breathing]
Suddenly, I was watching myself
from outside myself,
like I'd acquired
a new set of eyes,
ears.
I was
Little Death.
[Music continues]
And I was watching
myself from across the room,
creeping closer.
And I could see Billy Presley
there on the bed,
losing her virginity,
getting f*cked.
Just like in the movies
when you see the shot
going back and forth,
real rapid like.
[Indistinct chatter]
And I was excited
being both of us.
I was the watcher,
and I was the one being watched.
And I was the k*ller,
leering and breathing hard,
and I was the victim, too,
lying on the bed
with that look in my eye.
Psycho from the perspective
of the shower curtain.
And then I lifted the spear,
and at the same time
I saw it from the bed,
looking up at it as it was
coming down towards me.
[She moans;
Deep, muffled exhalation]
And then I came.
[Muted moaning and breathing;
Music lingers]
[Silence]
[Sharp whoosh;
Sinister note]
It was my first orgasm,
and it's still the biggest one
I ever had.
And I thought, "Why'd he
make it feel like that?"
[Fire crackles;
Wind blows]
So good.
So close to magic.
"Why'd he make it
feel like that?"
[Deep, thunder-like
reverberation]
What was that?
Why don't you go have a look?
[Rising, somber music]
I'm right behind you.
[Magic twinkling;
Music intensifies]
[Music subsides]
[Kris] Oh my God.
Oh my God. Is this gonna be
- Is this the moment where he
- [Water splashes, they gasp]
What should happen next?
[Billy] You could fall down the
hill, so you don't get too much
of a head start,
so you really have
to run from him.
I love that idea.
Do you wanna push me or?
- [Sinister, horror film music]
- [Billy] Go!
[She groans]
sh*t. Goddammit.
[Spear whooshes]
[Laughing happily] Wow.
Okay. Wow. Hi.
Sorry, I'm like,
I'm a fan obviously.
Uh, no offense, but I'm gonna,
just gonna
[Metallic scrape]
Billy?
Billy?
What do we do next?
[Music intensifies]
[Zip scratches]
[Music brightens]
[She pants, muffled]
[Music turns somber]
Kris.
[Music subsides]
Oh my God. I got so worried
when I didn't hear from you.
Thor got a pickup truck.
We drove all day.
He, he
We came to save you.
[Blood gushes]
Babe, I think we might've
just ran out of gas.
- [Car alarm beeps]
- [He chuckles] Oh.
What up, Kris?
Oh, hey dude, what's up?
- I'm Thor. What's your name? -
[Little Death breathes heavily]
Wow. God, there's so
many trees out here.
[Spear whooshes;
Blood gushes]
Billy?
What are we doing?
[Slow, sultry music]
In a medallion
What I believe
Somebody say that
A love like that
won't matter
[Sultry music halts;
Sinister music resumes]
Kris!
It's me, your agent.
I heard the pitch went really,
really bad,
so I bought a plane ticket,
and I rented a car,
and I drove out here,
'cause I'm thinking maybe
we could workshop.
[Sharp whooshes]
[She gasps]
[Body thuds]
Billy.
[Sultry music resumes] This is
No ordinary love, no ordinary
love
No ordinary love
This is no ordinary lo...
[Sultry music halts;
Sinister music resumes]
Kris, hi.
We huddled up.
We have some thoughts.
- Oh, it's an allegory. We
totally get it. - Finally.
But we want it to be a little
bit more commercial, a little
bit more anthemic.
Jeffrey's just gonna be
about five minutes.
Get the f*ck out of my way!
[Panicked screaming]
[Music concludes]
[Shuddered breathing]
It's okay.
You made it.
Don't worry.
It's just a movie.
It's just play.
- Doesn't feel like play, Billy.
- I know. I know.
But it is.
- Come here. Lie down.
- [Low, somber music]
You're almost there now.
You're almost dead.
Now you need to do exactly
what I showed you.
You need to watch yourself
through his eyes.
[Deep, muffled exhalation;
High-pitched moan]
Can you do that for me now?
Yes.
Yes, I can, I can see him.
[Deep, muffled exhalation]
[She moans, breathes heavily]
He's walking inside.
He's coming closer now.
[Deep, muffled exhalation;
Heavy footsteps resonate]
I can see myself.
[Kris moans]
Billy.
I don't wanna die.
I don't wanna die, Billy.
Billy, Billy,
please don't leave me,
please don't leave me.
[She whimpers]
I'm not going anywhere.
[She moans;
Music brightens]
[Gushing;
Labored breathing]
[Music subsides]
[Breathing and gushing stop]
[Music concludes;
Insects chirp]
[Soft metallic rattle]
[He sighs]
[Tape squishes, clatters]
[Electric buzzing]
[Silence]
[Music plays -
Satan, by Andy Shauf]
[Birdsong]
Don't watch yourself
Watch the movie
This only happens
for a little while
Because Satan is waiting
Satan is waiting
[He breathes heavily]
With Halloween candy
- All of the best parts
- [Moaning on TV]
Makes you sorry
All of the worst
parts make you strong
And Satan is waiting
Satan is waiting
With Halloween candy
[She gasps]
[She exhales deeply]
[Music continues]
Good morning, sleepy head.
One long disciplined life
And at the end
I'm taking my shoes off
And jumping on in
One invitation,
one bitesized bar
Would you like to come
swimming In a big lake of fire?
One long disciplined
life and at the end
I'm taking my shoes off
And jumping on in
Satan is waiting
Satan is waiting
Satan is waiting
Satan is waiting
- Don't watch yourself
- [Playful, indistinct chatter]
Watch the movie
[Music stops]
- [Kris] Have you had these?
- [Billy] Uh-uh.
Forget everything you know
about Jolly Ranchers.
These are like
their complete own thing.
[Billy] What is this thing with
brands doing gummies these days?
You got your Airhead gummies,
your Life Saver gummies,
your Jolly Rancher gummies,
your Starburst gummies.
There's just so many gummies.
I mean, we're living in the
golden age of gummy candy.
I think we are.
But these are the best.
- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Trust me.
Alright. Put 'em in the basket.
[Soft, subtle moan]
[Supermarket background music]
[Paper bag rustles]
[Cash register beeps]
It's okay to fill the canister
directly from the pump?
[Eerie note]
Um, yeah, no problem.
[Sliding doors chime]
I like your guys' outfits.
[Billy] Thanks.
I like your hair.
Cool.
[Birdsong]
[Music plays - I Love You
Always Forever, by Donna Lewis]
Hey!
What's wrong?
Are you alright?
He's still down there, you know.
At the bottom of the lake.
He's still hungry.
Can you feel it?
He'll be back soon...
to feed again.
Touching
Discovering you
[Music swells;
Indistinct laughter in distance]
Those days of warm rains
Come rushing back to me
Miles of windless serenity
Shared in the heat
of the afternoon
Out of the stillness
Softspoken words
Say it, say it again
I love you always forever
Near and far closer together
Everywhere, I will be with you
Everything, I will do for you
I love you always forever
Near and far closer together
Everywhere, I will be with you
Everything, I will do for you
You've got
The most unbelievable blue eyes
I've ever seen
You've got me
almost melting away
As we lay there
Under a blue sky
with pure white stars
Exotic sweetness
A magical time
Say it, say it again
I love you always forever
Near and far closer together
Everywhere, I will be with you
Everything, I will do for you
I love you always forever
Near and far closer together
Everywhere, I will be with you
Everything, I will do for you
Say you'll love, love me
forever Never stop, never,
whatever
Near and far And always
and everywhere and every...
Say you'll love, love me
forever Never stop, never,
whatever
Near and far And always
and everywhere and every...
Say you'll love, love me
forever Never stop, never,
whatever
Near and far And always
and everywhere and every...
Say you'll love, love me
forever Never stop, never,
whatever
Near and far And always
and everywhere and everything
I love you always forever
Near and far closer together
Everywhere, I will be with you
Everything, I will do for you
I love you always forever
Near and far closer together
[Music fades]
[Music plays - Supernatural
Superserious, by R.E.M.]
Everybody here
Comes from somewhere
But they would
just as soon forget
And disguise
At the summer camp
Where you volunteered
No one saw your face
No one saw your fear
If that apparition
had just appeared
Took you up and away from
this place And sheer humiliation
Of your teenage station
Nobody cares No one
remembers and nobody cares
How you cried and you cried
"He's alive, he's alive"
How you cried and cried
And you cried and you cried
If you call out "safe"
Then I'll stop right away
If the premise buckles
And the ropes start to chafe
The details smart
But the story's the same
You don't have to explain You
don't have to explain
humiliation
Of your teenage station
Yeah, you cried and you cried
"He's alive, he's alive"
How you cried and you cried
And you cried
And you realised your fantasies
Are dressed up in travesties
Enjoy yourself with no regrets
Everybody here
Comes from somewhere
That they would
just as soon forget
And disguise
Yeah, you cried and you cried
"He's alive, he's alive"
Yeah, you cried and you cried
And you cried and you cried
Oh, you cried and you cried
Oh, you cried and you cried
Now there's nothing dark
And there's nothing weird
Don't be afraid,
I will hold you near
From the seance where
you first betrayed
An open heart on
a darkened stage
A celebration
Of your teenage station
It's an experience,
sweet, delirious
Supernatural, superserious
An experience,
sweet, delirious
Supernatural, superserious
- Wow
- [Music concludes]
Do you think we're gonna do
more of these?
- Oh, if they had to.
- Yeah.
- Oh, oh, yeah...
- Yeah.
I always said I was never
gonna come back for 'em.
- Right.
- You know,
'cause I thought there'd be
bigger and better stuff, but...
- Right.
- Well, that didn't happen.
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Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma (2026)
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