Popeye's Revenge (2025) Movie Script
(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 murder.
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 shit
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
killed 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 fuck
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.
- Fuck 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 fucking
history teacher
of the school you
work at suddenly dies
and leaves you the
house of fucking 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.
- Fuck 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 fuck?
- 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
fucking 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 shit?
- 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 fucking Christ.
Are you fucking 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 shit.
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)
- Fuck.
- 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.
Fucking paying her
to be here, aren't I?
- Tara, listen-
- Fuck.
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, fuck 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?
- Fuck, 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.
Shit.
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 shit 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, bitch?
- 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 fuck off.
- I never knew you
could be such a bitch.
- 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
shit. 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.
Fuck.
- 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 fuck, 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 fucking face again.
Way to ruin the mood, kid.
- Fucking asshole.
(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 fuck off, Beanie.
- You all right?
Okay.
(ominous music)
- Fucking bitch. Who
does she thinks she is?
Fucking doesn't matter anyway.
Hello?
Fucking 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 fucking piece
of shit, you know that, Nick?
How could you cheat
on me with that bitch?
- Oh, fuck me.
I don't know what the
big fucking deal is.
A man's got needs.
- Why don't you date her then?
- Because she's not who I want
to be my fucking wife, Donna.
She was just, I don't
know, some fun side piece.
- Some side piece?
Fuck 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!
Fuck!
(punches thud)
(glass shatters)
(ominous music)
(punches thud)
(bone snaps)
(Nick screams)
What the fuck are you?
(Nick screams)
Fuck!
No, please.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please, please, please.
Fuck! Fuck no, please.
I'm begging you!
I'm begging you!
(Nick screams)
(ominous music)
(Donna sobs)
- What the fuck, Nick?
Nick, what the fuck
is wrong with you?
Why did you...
Nick?
Nick?
Nick?
(Donna screams)
- What time is it?
- 6:00 PM.
- Oh my fucking 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?
- Fuck!
- 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 fuck 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 fuck was that?
- He died. He died in the lake.
- I know, okay? I know.
We just got to get to the car.
- Jesus fucking 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)
(explosion roars)
- Enough is enough.
You are gonna tell me
what the fuck 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.
- Fuck!
Hey!
This is for my
mother, you bitch.
(Olive screams)
- Help me!
- Mom.
- Help.
- Tara.
Tara, Tara, Tara.
(punches thud)
(tractor engine rumbling)
- Die, you fuck.
(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!
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
- [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 murder.
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 shit
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
killed 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 fuck
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.
- Fuck 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 fucking
history teacher
of the school you
work at suddenly dies
and leaves you the
house of fucking 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.
- Fuck 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 fuck?
- 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
fucking 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 shit?
- 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 fucking Christ.
Are you fucking 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 shit.
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)
- Fuck.
- 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.
Fucking paying her
to be here, aren't I?
- Tara, listen-
- Fuck.
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, fuck 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?
- Fuck, 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.
Shit.
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 shit 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, bitch?
- 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 fuck off.
- I never knew you
could be such a bitch.
- 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
shit. 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.
Fuck.
- 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 fuck, 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 fucking face again.
Way to ruin the mood, kid.
- Fucking asshole.
(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 fuck off, Beanie.
- You all right?
Okay.
(ominous music)
- Fucking bitch. Who
does she thinks she is?
Fucking doesn't matter anyway.
Hello?
Fucking 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 fucking piece
of shit, you know that, Nick?
How could you cheat
on me with that bitch?
- Oh, fuck me.
I don't know what the
big fucking deal is.
A man's got needs.
- Why don't you date her then?
- Because she's not who I want
to be my fucking wife, Donna.
She was just, I don't
know, some fun side piece.
- Some side piece?
Fuck 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!
Fuck!
(punches thud)
(glass shatters)
(ominous music)
(punches thud)
(bone snaps)
(Nick screams)
What the fuck are you?
(Nick screams)
Fuck!
No, please.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please, please, please.
Fuck! Fuck no, please.
I'm begging you!
I'm begging you!
(Nick screams)
(ominous music)
(Donna sobs)
- What the fuck, Nick?
Nick, what the fuck
is wrong with you?
Why did you...
Nick?
Nick?
Nick?
(Donna screams)
- What time is it?
- 6:00 PM.
- Oh my fucking 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?
- Fuck!
- 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 fuck 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 fuck was that?
- He died. He died in the lake.
- I know, okay? I know.
We just got to get to the car.
- Jesus fucking 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)
(explosion roars)
- Enough is enough.
You are gonna tell me
what the fuck 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.
- Fuck!
Hey!
This is for my
mother, you bitch.
(Olive screams)
- Help me!
- Mom.
- Help.
- Tara.
Tara, Tara, Tara.
(punches thud)
(tractor engine rumbling)
- Die, you fuck.
(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!
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)