Wait.
Hello?
I'm all alone out here.
Now you kids gather around.
In this house,
there is something
special going down.
I've got it, hon.
It was Howdy Doody
and the Lone Ranger.
Attention, all listeners.
Attention, all listeners.
Authorities at the Grandville
Asylum for criminally insane
are advising of an escaped
and dangerous patient.
Rodney Allen Barrett,
known to the public
as the Willow Woods Wolfman.
The axe wielding Barrett
was deemed criminally insane
and sentenced to
the facility for life,
following his arrest for the
moonlit reign of terror that
resulted in the deaths
of at least 17 persons
from Willow Woods County
with more victims suspected.
Sheriff Walton Flynn has
instituted an immediate curfew.
Trick or treaters are
to return home at once.
Bullshit.
You're saying that the
Wolfman k*lled Frank?
Yeah.
- Nah, June did
- No way.
That's the way
I heard it too.
He was a d*ck
and she k*lled him.
- Not this lovey-dovey sh*t.
- You're wrong.
I mean, the Wolfman
k*lled her father.
I hardly believe that if
her dad d*ed that way,
she would have been too cavalier
of replicating axe m*rder.
What?
June's father was
George Harris,
the policeman that
Barrett k*lled in 44.
No, he wasn't.
That's just
cheap storytelling.
Next you're gonna tell us Laurie
Strode is Michael Myers' sister.
It was her father.
He was Sheriff Flynn's
partner back then
and Barrett k*lled him.
It would be more like...
June, seeing you cowering,
the precipice of death
like this, I must say.
You've got your
father's eyes.
No, nope. You're full of sh*t.
Why did the Wolfman
come here for them?
Because it's the closest
friggin' house to the asylum.
- So it's just a coincidence?
- Yes.
The story is that Frank
was a real bastard.
Attention, all listeners.
Attention, all listeners.
Authorities at the Granville
Asylum for the criminally insane
are advising of an escaped
and dangerous patient.
Rodney Allen Barrett,
known to the public as
the Willow Woods Wolfman,
deemed criminally insane
and sentenced to
the facility for life,
the public are
advised that Barrett
is considered
extremely dangerous.
Sheriff Walken Flynn has
instituted an immediate curfew.
Trick or treaters are
to return home at once.
So she kills him in revenge?
Yeah, it's classic.
That isn't
classic, it's cliche.
Oh, you won't
get behind a good
old-fashioned
story of vengeance?
But she's right. You
called off my story
for being too
sweet or whatever.
But yours is a total rip-off.
It is a bit like a doll
through the house.
No way. In and
out of the house,
she kills him because
she was having an affair.
This is completely
different motivation.
Yeah, she's
defending herself here.
She's way more well-rounded.
Not really. You overacted
motivated by the
man in your story.
She still doesn't
have in depth.
Him being a bad person
doesn't make her well-rounded.
It's just bad writing.
Okay, I will not
take criticism
from a precipice
of death, okay?
Now you kids
gather around.
Oh, in this house, there is
something special in here.
Attention, all listeners.
Attention, all lis--
The Grandville
Asylum for criminally insane--
...known to the public
as the Willow Woods Wolfman.
The moonlit reign of terror
that resulted in the deaths of
at least 17
persons from Will--
Trick or treaters are
to return home at once.
So, let's return
home at once?
You've gotta come
quick, it's my husband.
I just came home and
he's been m*rder*d.
It's horrifying.
I think it was that
man from the news.
My name is June Marsters and
we live at 33 Gibson's Close.
That should be
fine, just hurry.
What are you doing?
It's locked or something.
I was just hoping...
- Of course.
- What?
- Spectral transcendentalism.
- I can't even with
you sometimes.
- What the hell is spectral?
We can like
interact with them.
- When I reached out.
- He doesn't...
- But if her hand
went through it,
how did we knock
the axe over?
- I don't know, it seems
like a residual haunting
because the residue
is getting thicker.
- Gross.
You guys, maybe
this is a conversation
for when we're not in a
freaking haunted house.
Where are you going?
- There's a back door.
Does this spectral transmission
thing mean they can touch us?
Transcendentalism.
Whatever. Can the axe
murderers m*rder us with axes?
I don't think so. Maybe.
Get down!
June, Get down!
Put it down, you
son of a bitch!
George, I am so sorry.
It all really happened.
It really happened
right here.
What?
The... sh*t.
I thought... I thought
it was just a legend.
Wait, none of
you believed it.
Then why the hell
did we come here?
It's a creepy old
house on Halloween.
Now you kids gather around!
Attention, all listeners!
Attention, all listeners!
Get down!
Put it down, you
son of a bitch!
- What, is it my breath?
- No, I'm just gonna go pee.
Well, hurry back
before I go limp.
- Eric, did you
get f*cking lost?
- Better be f*cking dead.
- Eric!
No!
No! No, no!
- Come on, let's go, sir.
Do not fall.
- Come on.
- Listen, I want this
entire area sealed off.
- Steven, how
are we holding up?
- This is why I don't
watch horror movies.
- Keep an eye on him.
- He's only got one.
f*ck, Kevin.
This is really bad.
Do we have any id on them yet?
- Eric Ambrosio
and Michael Emelov.
I mean, we already
notified the parents.
- It doesn't look like
anything's been taken.
Their wallets, cell phones,
everything's still here.
This wasn't a
robbery gone wrong.
The multiple s*ab wounds,
escaped in makeup.
The MO is familiar.
Can you call Analytics and have
their phone messages checked?
- You are...
Yeah, no, I actually left
my work phone at home.
- Again? - Yeah, okay, listen,
my sister's coming.
She'll be here in a minute.
She's bringing it.
- Hey, it's Faye,
thanks for calling.
I'm not here right now, so
please leave me a message
or just text me,
because I'm probably
not gonna listen anyway.
Thanks, bye.
- Hey, Faye,
it's your sister.
Listen, so I'm calling
from this number
because I left my phone
on your counter this morning.
I really need you or mom to
bring it to me ASAP, if you can.
When you get here, just
stay behind the table, okay?
I'll come out to you.
I'm gonna text you
to the address now.
All right, love
you both, bye.
Faye!
- Seriously, thank you so
much, you're a lifesaver.
I know.
You owe me big time.
To our next coffee
date, how about that?
But seriously,
get out of here
before you miss
your morning class.
Oh, I already missed it, you
know, saving your ass and all.
Oh, okay, good.
But you should
get back to that.
Yeah, I'm gonna
deal with that.
- No, seriously, thank you.
- You're welcome.
- I love you. Get out of here.
- I love you.
- Detective Gaudish.
- Oh, good, Wes Burroughs,
author of "The Staten
Pretty Face Laying".
- So is it him?
- You would love for it
to be him, wouldn't you?
- Jess.
- Jess!
- You know what?
I would like to keep my
job, not do yours for you,
so if you'll excuse me.
- Detective O'Neil,
how are you?
- So what's Paul doing here?
Working on a case?
- Sorry, I think I
just lost track of time.
- No worries, I still
gotta get heck don't inject
all the hell out of here.
- One for the road?
- I think I'm good,
thank you though.
You know, you're my favorite.
sh*t.
Forgot my wallet
though, be right back.
You're too trusting,
you know that, right?
- Can we just stay in
and watch Psycho tonight?
- Babe, come on.
I spent a week
on this outfit.
You know how long it took
me to get my hair like this?
Come on, please.
- Fine.
- Listen, tell you what.
We'll go, we'll stay
for three hours,
we'll hang out, and
then we'll come home
and watch whatever horror
movies you wanna watch, okay?
- Whatever.
You're lucky I love you.
- Stop it now, I mean it.
- They're coming
to get you, Barbara.
- Stop it!
You're ignorant.
- They're coming
for you, Barbara.
- Stop it, you're
acting like a child.
- Trick or treat.
- Jesus, Deam, make sure
you don't give the neighborhood
a heart att*ck, okay?
- No promises.
Happy Halloween.
- Happy Halloween, Damien.
- Help, no!
No! Johnny, help me!
Honey.
why don't you just
go out for a little bit,
get your mind
off-- - Off what?
The fact that my
sister is missing?
No one has heard
from her in weeks.
Something really
bad happened.
- You don't know--
- I do know.
I can't explain it.
I feel it, Mom.
She's not okay.
- Baby, I love you.
And I love Jess.
You're my daughters.
I won't give up on her.
On you either, okay?
- I'm sorry, Mom.
I...
I know I'm not
making it any better.
I'm just really scared.
- It's okay, it's okay.
We'll be okay.
We'll be okay.
- Wow, it's so late.
- Your mother
sucks cocks in hell.
Your mother
sucks cocks in hell.
- I'm sorry, Mrs. P.
We got milk if you
need it for the Cheerios.
- That's okay, Frankie.
Dad, get milk for Mrs. P.
- How are you, Pete?
- Yeah, so this is
for the trick or treat.
- You like it?
It's going to scare the
crap out of the kids this year.
I got a lot of new
things planned.
I got the little zombies.
- That's nice.
- I got so many cool things.
- I'm gonna go now, Frankie.
I gotta go make breakfast.
- Is Alex sick or something?
Mrs. P.
- Alex.
- Yeah, no, he's good.
You see, with the
radio games, you know?
- It's just that I haven't
seen him for a while,
and I was wondering if
I could come over and--
- He actually isn't
feeling so good.
- What's wrong?
- I'll tell him
you say hello.
- It's only me, Alex.
I'll leave your breakfast.
You know, Alex?
It's not really safe to
have your radio games
so close to the wall.
I know... I know.
But it's unsafe.
I didn't... Couldn't
trust the wall.
Seymour!
I didn't mean it.
Oh my God, Glenn.
Well, I'm sorry, Ann.
Cut it out already.
Jesus.
Shut up. Shut up.
Shut up!
Maybe he's hungry.
I'll fix him up fluff and...
Sit down.
Baby Glenna.
He wants an ass.
Always an ass.
Don't talk about
your son like that.
He's not my son.
He's a useless obt.
They're hiring at
the ball of rammer!
Nah.
Here we go.
That good dream.
k*ll a buffalo.
Get some good
frost. Do it, Haus.
Here he comes. Chicken patty.
Crabbing all the time,
Haus. Waking me up.
You deserve more than this.
You're disgraced
with a piccolo.
You can't. You need
your warehouse.
They're looking for the head
down there. There's too many.
Where are you?
I can't do that, Alex.
I can't do that.
Please, Alex.
Good cocoa, Mrs. P.?
Huh?
So, where's Alex?
Alex?
I brought the monster game.
Let me out, Mrs. P.
Let me out, please.
Let me out, Mrs. P.
Let me out.
Let me out, Mrs. P.
Let me out, Mrs. P.
Let me out!
No, Alex, no, no, no!
Alex, no!
Eat like a big boy.
Back away from
the tub, ma'am.
He's just a boy. He
wouldn't hurt a fly.
He's had a lot of
problems in his life.
I said get the hell back!
Mace her.
Give me your hand.
I know you are
in there, assh*le!
I'm gonna count to three!
Come on, you f*cking jerk!
He's just scared.
I don't have time for
this sh*t, assh*le!
Three!
No!
No!
Southland,
will I see the
Virginia Grand?
Will I see the
hills of Georgia
and the green
fields of Alabama?
Will I see the
little church house
where I pledge
my heart and hand?
Oh, Boney, tell
me, could it please,
where my soul passed
through the South.
You better walk
faster than you bleed.
Come on, kid.
The b*llet barely grazed you.
And maybe if you
weren't so quick to draw,
I wouldn't have taken
one in the first place.
Well, maybe, if you'd
have been quicker,
they wouldn't
have had a chance.
That wasn't a plan, Hern.
Yeah?
Well,
plans change.
What the hell's the
matter with you, son?
Oh, no, you ain't
shirking my half.
Not after all we've
been through.
What the hell are
you talking about?
Your half is
right beside you.
You ain't right, kid.
This desert's making
you lose your mind.
No, you were...
- No, I...
- No, you don't get it.
You are out of food.
You're out of water.
You're out of b*ll*ts.
Oops.
If those Billy Ains
couldn't catch me,
what chance do you
reckon that you had, huh?
Now, I don't want you
to think I'm ungrateful
for you muling all
my gold all this way,
because God
knows that I never
could have done
this without your...
I've been through the mill,
but I ain't ever seen
anything like that before.
Mmm.
Come on, now.
Give it to me.
Hello there, sister.
Where are you coming from?
You are a long
way from church.
Well, you deaf or something?
You take one of them
bowels of silence?
Ain't those monks?
Hell, I don't know.
Been many moons
since I walked with Jesus.
It's awfully big of you to
give the last of your water
to two lost souls like us.
What's she saying?
You live, I live.
You sure ain't no nun.
So what is it with
that getup, sister?
Well, come on.
She said a nun
was her last meal.
You mean a nun
fed her the last meal.
Tell no one.
Tell no one what?
See there, bone?
Now you can tell
anyone you'd like.
What the holy hell?
Why would you do that, Herne?
I thought she
was pulling on you.
Pulling on me?
She is a nun.
She gave us her water.
She ain't a g*dd*mn nun.
And she's given us a hell
of a lot more than water.
The water was enough.
She saved us.
Well, I will think
of her fondly
when I'm at the hook shop
spending my hard-earned
gold on whiskey
and ladies of the line.
g*dd*mn it, son.
What's more important to you?
You living or her dying?
Of course.
That's not to say
that you'll be living.
Make no mistake about it.
The fact is, you will be
buzzard food by sundown.
Tell no one.
It was like I was frozen.
You believe that?
A hundred
degrees in that sun.
I could've moved.
I couldn't turn my head.
I just sat there and watched
his shadow melt into the sand.
And he just walked away.
I mean, God help me.
I know it wasn't him.
I was next to his damn body.
But sure as hell,
there he went.
You ever see one
of them hermit crabs?
That's what she was like.
Got herself a new shell and
scuttled off into the sunset.
Sounds like you met an igual.
You dumb bitch!
A gimp and get
me another one!
Play your f*cking cards!
It's not true.
It's true enough for her.
There's a Navajo
myth about a sin eater.
Stories grandmothers told to
make sure the children behaved.
You think you're the first
for Carol to come in here
telling me stories
about hallucinations?
There was no hallucination.
It was real.
Well, if it was real,
you know you're not
supposed to tell nobody.
Sweetheart.
You are nobody.
Then why?
Why what?
Why tell me?
Why not?
Because I warned you.
Tell no one.
Happy Halloween.
Uh,
you okay?
Hey, hey, hey. I'm
not gonna hurt you.
I made you a drink.
Take it.
Are you gonna
tell me your name?
You're getting dirt
all over my couch.
What are we gonna
do about that?
I'll be in the living room.
Who the hell are you?
Reverend Nathaniel Ingersoll.
I have a warrant for the
arrest of Sarah Davis.
I insist on entering.
It shall not take long.
You gotta be sh1tting me.
Uh, hey, girl.
Hello?
Hey, f*cking Mayflower!
You better leave
before I call the cops.
Uh, girl?
Quit!
How the hell--
Where is she?
Stay close.
You come on this dark magic.
You are not far with
hell. You will not deny it.
Confess yourself!
Gotcha.
What do you think,
Kev? How'd he do?
A true Abigail Williams.
But a lot less cute.
Who are you people?
Verbal abuse.
Stolen clothes.
Locked in a shower room.
Naked.
Any of that ring a bell?
Any?
Don't get me started
on what he did to me.
It wasn't just high
school, was it?
Then come social media.
Six years ago,
on this very night,
you slandered
both of our names
across every
Twitter feed in Salem.
Correction, entire country.
Do you have any
idea what it's like to
burn at the stake for
things you didn't say?
Things you didn't do?
It was just a stupid prank,
a stupid f*cking prank.
- That was more than a prank.
- Please, I'm sorry, okay?
Fun fact about witch hunting,
you throw one in a
river, chances are,
you're gonna sink,
but throw in a dozen.
You are gonna
get something afloat.
Please.
No.
Please, no.
No, no.
No.
No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no!
Take your seat.
Take your time, sweetheart.
You seem really good.
I bet that's not the only
thing you're really good at.
True that. Are you any
good at singing too?
I'm really good at
making girls like you sing.
My mic is top of the line.
All you need to
do is plug it in.
I think it will work
better unplugged.
How so?
You made a big mistake.
You're about to find out
my d*ck is bigger
than yours, sweetheart.
I love my... my ass.
f*ck this place.
Whoa!
I f*cked her.
The singer, I
f*cked her good.
She had no panties.
She was ready for the job.
Hey.
Hey, Pablo, did you f*ck her?
I've got one of her
hoes right now.
What the f*ck
is your problem?
Oh, no!
This will be cold.
This is gonna be the
night of your life, boy.
Sing for me, bitch.
What? Give me some water, bitch.
Sing!
Your singing sucks.
Are you done?
- Yeah, girl.
- Cool. Hand me his wallet.
Okay.
We happy?
We happy.
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