(haunting music)
(record scratching)
(haunting music continues)
(birds singing)
(banging on door)
- Fuckin' A.
This will do just fine.
(sighing in relief)
I tell you something, brother.
I'm gonna be sleeping good tonight.
(water dripping)
Huh! Hey, I, I'm, I'm sorry, I-
I thought the house was vacant.
I'm just trying to get in outta the cold.
It's not Halloween yet, is it?
(chilling music)
(he begins choking)
(chilling music continues)
(coughing, choking)
(continues coughing and choking)
(uncontrollably choking)
(continues choking)
(music fades)
(crickets chirping)
- Come on, you piece of shit.
- Hurry up, Sam.
Someone's going to catch us.
- Almost got it.
Just gimme another minute.
- Do you even know what you're doing, man?
- Of course I do.
I used to pick the lock
in principal Bookwater's office all the time.
- Why'd you do that?
- Bookwater had a treasure trove
he used to lock away in his office.
That's where he kept all the cool shit
he confiscated from students.
You know, like porno mags, MP3 players, video games.
Hell, one time I even found a dime bag in there.
- This was a bad idea.
Why don't we go back to the bowling alley
like we originally planned,
it's not too late.
We could still make it.
- Where's your sense of adventure, Anna?
Don't you want to tell people you spent the night
in Hell House and lived to tell about it?
- There's nothing to be afraid, babe.
There's no such thing as ghosts or evil spirits.
- Sure. You two keep telling yourselves that.
(lock clicks open)
- Bingo.
(water dripping)
- I can't believe we're actually inside the Hell House.
Girls at the sorority are totally gonna freak
when I tell 'em.
- what's so bad about this place anyway?
Why is it called Hell House?
- I keep forgetting you aren't one of us townies.
Well, it all started back in the 1920s
when Anthon Hall moved to town
and he built this house for he and his wife.
They were madly in love and absolutely inseparable.
They tried to conceive a child, but to no avail.
Out of options, Hall turned to black magic
in hopes of making his wife fertile.
Soon after she became pregnant, everything seemed perfect.
That is until the delivery.
Hall's wife died during labor,
but not before giving birth to a horribly deformed baby boy.
Hall was heartbroken and spiraled into a deep depression.
He ended up suffocating his son with a pillow
and hanging himself.
After the police arrived,
they were appalled by a shocking discovery.
As a ritual,
he gave his wife the ability to bear a child.
He sacrificed and mutilated four infants.
Their mangled remains were strewn about this very basement.
Pretty fucking creepy, right?
- The house stayed vacant for many years,
until a young couple from New York bought it in the 1950s.
A few weeks later,
they were all found dead with their throats slit.
They say the house was cursed, possessed by evil,
supposedly was built upon one of seven gateways to Hell.
- You guys actually believe that stuff?
- It's all just coincidence.
There isn't such thing as ghost or evil spirits.
- Coincidence, huh?
Then how do you explain Skull Face?
- Skull Face?
What is that?
- Skull Face was the guy who bought the place
back in the 1980s.
He was actually the last person to live here too.
- Why did they call him Skull Face?
- Because he wore a skull mask
every time he murdered somebody.
There was nothing supernatural about him.
He was a crazy motherfucker, though.
- There's more to the story than that.
Skull Face didn't just wear a mask.
It was a part of him.
He sewed it onto his face.
- That's disgusting.
Why did he kill people?
- Skull Face believed that every time
he took a person's life,
he gained their soul.
He would mutilate his victims beyond recognition,
and ate parts of them.
He said it gave him power, whatever that means.
Most of his victims had to be identified
through their dental record.
Others? Well, they were so horribly disfigured,
They were unidentifiable.
(yelps in surprise)
- You guys are real assholes, you know that?
I knew I shouldn't have come along for this.
- Lighten up, Anna.
We're just having some fun.
(water continues dripping)
(sudden horrific noise)
- Hey let's just check this place out and get outta here.
Then you two can brag to everybody that you stayed here
and we won't have to hear about it anymore.
(door closes)
(jacket unzips)
- It looks so grody in here.
- Wonderful. Grody.
- Let's get it over with.
Alright, me and Sarah are going upstairs
to check things out.
You two have fun down here.
- Be sure to keep an eye out for ghosts.
- Very funny, Sarah.
(stairs creaking)
(sudden horrific noise)
- Ew. Grody cobwebs.
(stairs creaking)
- Look, sorry I dragged you here tonight.
I know it probably wasn't the ideal date night
you were looking for.
- You just can't say no to Sam. Can you?
- Well I mean, we've been friends since we were kids
and I know he can be a pain in the ass sometimes.
But he means well, and besides,
he's thought about staying at this house
for as long as I can remember.
And it's just one night,
and I promise next weekend I will take you on a proper date.
- Why do I always give in to you?
I guess as long as we get to spend the night together,
it's not that bad.
You better take me out someplace real nice
to make it up to me though.
- I will, baby. I promise.
- Sam?
Sam, where are you?
Sam?
Stop it.
Stop doing this.
I'm scared.
This isn't funny, Sam.
Sam?
Sam, you're such an asshole.
(she shrieks in surprise)
Jesus Christ, Sam! You scared the hell outta me.
- You should have saw your face.
You might wanna check your underwear.
Bathroom's right there.
- You are such a jerk.
- Sorry, sweetie.
Anyway, check what I found in the other room.
It's fucking creepy.
- Ew. It's so grody.
Get that thing away from me.
- I'm coming to get you, Sarah!
- Ow! You cut me, you asshole.
(she stomps her feet and slams the door)
- Guess we pissed her off.
- Oh, man.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- I can't believe I even stay with him.
What a jerk.
(knocking)
- Come on, babe.
It was an accident.
Let me in so I can take a look at you.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Damn it.
Sarah! Let me in so I can take a look at you.
Sarah!
Let me in!
(mumbling)
- Wait, stop.
- What?
- I don't know.
I just have this weird feeling,
like something is watching us.
- Oh my gosh.
Are you letting him get to you?
Are you that scared?
- I don't know.
- Well, there's nothing to be afraid of.
I promise.
You're gonna be fine.
We're gonna be fine.
As soon as they're done playing around
we're gonna get out and we're gonna go bowling.
- Okay?
- All right?
You don't have to be afraid.
- Okay.
- Sarah?
Sarah.
Are you okay?
I didn't think it cut you that bad.
If it makes you feel better,
we can leave and go to the bowling alley.
(crying turning into laughing)
Sarah?
Sarah are you all right?
(demonic growling)
Get off! Get off me!
(intense music)
(growling continues)
We need to get the fuck outta here!
- Yo. What happened to your neck, man?
Where's Sarah?
- She bit me. She's like a monster!
We need to leave!
- What you talking about?
She's still upstairs?
- Yes but she's fucking crazy!
- Wait here with Anna.
I'll go check on her.
- Are you sure that's a good idea?
He's pretty freaked out.
Maybe there is something wrong with her.
I don't want you to get hurt.
- We gotta leave!
We can't stay here!
- Look, just calm down and stay here.
Anna, look out for him.
- Be careful and hurry up!
(suspenseful music)
- Sarah?
Sarah?
(she attacks and continues growling)
Fuck!
(music intensifies)
- [Anna] What was all that noise, are you okay?
- Help me grab Sam, we're leaving.
- Where's Sarah?
- She attacked me.
- What do you mean she attacked you?
- She's possessed or something.
I don't know.
Whatever that thing is upstairs,
it's definitely not Sarah anymore.
- I'm calling the cops.
I don't have a signal.
Try your phone.
- Mine's off.
- The house doesn't want us to leave.
It won't let us!
(demonic growling)
(Anna screaming)
- Sam, no!
(demonic growling continues)
(intense music)
(gasping)
(melodic piano music)
(piano music continues)
(suspenseful music)
(growling)
- (struggling) Fuck you!
(music intensifies)
Ahh! Fuck you!
(growling)
(punching, breathing hard)
I loved you, man.
(whimsical, child-like music)
(music continues)
(crying)
(music continues)
You're not Anna.
(growls)
Go fuck yourself.
(stomps on her face)
(haunting music)
(crickets chirping)
(water running)
(suspicious music)
(water jets splashing)
(water splashing)
(shocking music)
(water jets bubbling)
(loud splash)
(shocking music)
(piano music)
- So here we are.
- Wow.
- This is amazing.
- This is good.
- Here, let me show you the rest of the house.
- Come on.
- It's beautiful, isn't it?
- It is.
- Gorgeous.
- I really like it.
Put the herb garden right there.
- Right there.
- I know how much you love that.
- Well, this would be your living room.
- Okay.
- And the view is, well, take a look for yourselves.
- Ah, golf course.
- Do you play?
- No, but we can start.
- Oh, here, let me show you the master suite.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(wind rustling)
- Here's your master.
- Wow. I love it.
Mia is gonna love it too.
Okay. This is too good to be true.
So I gotta ask, what's the catch?
I mean, there's always something.
- Well, the house does need to be sold as soon as possible.
It's been on the market for about half a year
and it does have a bit of a past.
- What kind of a past?
- Oh, I'm sure you've heard the story
where it involved an incident with a group of friends
that got butchered at a haunted attraction in Texas.
- Yeah, I think I do remember that.
There were two survivors, well, one-
then the other, the famous one-
the writer killed herself a few months back.
Wait, that was this house?
I heard a story about this house that a couple gone missing.
- Oh no. That was just a story.
And the writer, she didn't die in, in the actual house.
- I am in love with this house.
There are fig trees outside,
and lemon trees and hummingbirds and it's so green.
- Wait, what's a fig tree?
- It's like a fruit.
I, I want this one.
Please?
- [Scott] You really want it?
- [Mia] Yeah.
- We'll take it.
- Yes!
- Great, great.
(crickets chirping)
- I got you some water.
- Oh, thank you.
- You're welcome.
I can't believe this is our home.
- Yeah, it wouldn't have been possible
if we hadn't landed Carson.
- You're doing really good with that.
- Thank you.
- You know,
after you told me about that girl that killed herself,
I wasn't scared.
I was more sad.
I mean, what gets into your head to just wanna end it all?
- I don't know, but like, the realtor said,
there's nothing to worry about.
Plus she didn't even do it in the house.
- What about those two guys that went missing?
- Baby.
- What?
- It's just a story.
- How do you know that?
- The couple probably couldn't afford this place anymore
and decided to leave?
- Well, now it's ours.
- Yes it is.
How about we go break in the new bed?
- Oh yeah.
- Let's go play.
- Baby. Oh my God. (laughing)
(water dripping)
(door creaking)
(door creaking, banging)
(suspenseful music building)
(door creaking)
(suspenseful music building)
- Really?
Scott? Jesus.
- Sorry. I heard you get up.
What's that?
- I just found it in here.
- It's cute.
Looks like your brother.
- It's hideous and no, it doesn't.
I don't want this in the house.
Can you get rid of it?
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- [Scott] Okay. Thank you so much for coming.
Hey, later on, we'll go for some beers.
Alright see you later.
- Scott, that is not funny.
- What?
- I thought I told you to trash this thing.
- I did.
- Whatever. I'll trash it.
(suspenseful music builds)
(door slams shut)
(chopping, water boiling)
(door opens)
Hello?
Scott?
(door shuts and locks)
Scott?
(chopping)
(knife clanging)
Shit.
(door opens)
(suspenseful music building)
(slams door)
Mia, calm down.
(frantic music)
(screaming)
- Mia! Mia!
It's me. It's me.
What? What happened?
- There was a-
- What?
What did you see?
What happened?
- I was-
- Come on.
- I was cutting.
- Talk to me. What happened?
- What is it?
- We lost the Carson case today.
- What? What happened?
- I don't wanna talk about it.
- What are we going to do?
Scott?
- I don't know.
- Everything will be okay.
Can you grab the light?
(quietly crying)
(coughing)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music builds)
(screaming)
- [Scott] What are you doing?
I closed the case.
You've screwed everything up.
I'm here enjoying my life with my wife,
and you're telling me suddenly we're broke?
Are you kidding me?
I closed it!
(Scott continues yelling)
(water running)
(yelling continues)
- Scott?
- I'll be right out baby, okay?
- Okay. I'm gonna make some coffee.
(coffee dripping)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
What happened!?
What did you do?
What do you want!?
What do you want?
(soft piano music)
(music intensifies)
(head cracking on the counter)
(head cracks)
(music intensifies and suddenly stops)
(soft piano music)
(piano music continues)
(dancers chatting)
(piano music continues)
- [Instructor] To the bar, ladies.
We're gonna do two demi-plies in each position,
in fourth plie push stretch flat,
with the port de bras in each position.
(piano music begins)
five, six, seven, eight,
in port de bras towards the bar.
Loosen your hands, and down.
And towards the bar.
And wave.
Demi-plie.
And sous sus.
Arms high fifth.
Arms high fifth, Ellie.
Ellie, pull up.
Eleanor. Do you even wanna be a dancer?
To your places, ladies.
(classical music plays)
(classical music continues)
Seriously, Ellie?
Do you have to fuck it up every time?
Why are you even in this class?
(camera clicks)
(giggling)
(refrigerator door opens)
(pouring wine)
(suspenseful piano music)
(phone vibrating)
(murmuring from the television)
(slow piano music continues)
(music box playing)
("Innocence Lost")
(music continues)
(giggling)
(classical music begins)
(classical music continues)
(music distorts)
(distortion continues)
(quiet chatting)
(classical music continues to distort)
(classical music continues)
(record skipping)
("Innocence Lost")
(music continues)
(soft piano music)