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Ryder Allen?

She said that they actually

summoned a demon or something.

- Yeah, that's when the

game became popular.

Most people that knew

the sorority girls

said that Ryder killed 'em.

Some people say that the

demon made her kill 'em.

Others say,

she was crazy.

Probably just mid-terms.

- Well I guess if it was on

the Internet, it must be true!

- And it says that she

wasn't charged with anything.

Like, lack of

evidence or something.

- Well, that's sad.

And it's very terrible.

So if you would just

please pass forward your

contracts.

Thank you very much.

Now, if you will all

follow me, please.

Oh.

There is one little

thing I forgot to do.

Collect the admission price.

- Is it the price of our souls?

- Really?

But we all won a ticket to play.

- Oh actually, you just

won a chance to come here

after hours and play the game.

I still have rent and

electricity to pay for.

Besides, I already

gave both of 'em...

I mean, all of you

have five dollars off!

It's 20 dollars each.

- Whatever, man.

- All appears to be there.

Don't be afraid,

or do be afraid,

as long as you come on in.

Now, before I go any further,

I must insist that

all cellular phones

and mobile devices

be placed in oh,

my...

Hat.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah, I'm sorry,

but isn't that like, against

the constitution or something?

Like denying our

right to speech?

- Um, no...

I don't think so.

Please understand that

this challenge has rules.

And in order to win the

grand prize at the end of it,

you must cooperate!

Hmm?

Yes.

Now this is no

ordinary challenge.

You see, Charlie Charlie

was an evil spirit.

His very soul was vanquished

from the netherworlds

and rooted right

in this very house.

Tonight,

if you are brave enough,

you will summon him.

And we dare for you to ask him

just a few random questions.

And, if you make it out alive,

your grand prize awaits you!

- Our grand prize

that we paid for?

- Wait, what was that?

- Never mind.

- Right this way!

And here we are!

What do you think?

Please, everyone grab a chair.

Sorry, I didn't

expect a fifth wheel.

Oh!

Here you are.

Make room, make room.

Now, the history of

the spirit is unknown.

Most speculate that it was a

young boy in a border town.

A bastard child raised

by Mexican satanists!

When that young boy died,

his dear mother

couldn't stand it.

So she cast a devil

spell on his soul!

She wanted to make sure

her little boy lived.

He lived, all right.

He lived to kill!

At least,

that's what some people say.

Nothing confirmed.

- So why pencils?

- Good question.

You see,

they believed they

needed something called,

pardon the pronunciation,

cupressus lusitanica,

otherwise known as

Mexican cypress.

They thought it

was grown naturally

in the same small

town as the boy.

To start, you would...

Place the pencils in

the form of a cross.

One balanced perfectly

on top of the other.

Then it could be used as

a dial to communicate.

All you'd have to do

now is ask a question.

As you can see...

I did not balance these pencils.

Nor did I ask any questions, so,

no harm no foul, right?

- God, this is so stupid.

Okay, so basically we have

to pretend like we're scared

and I'm sure you

have all your people

positioned all

around to scare us

and we finish and

we win a prize?

So, what's the prize?

- The prize, right,

well I assure you

that the prize is grand!

And I also assure you that you

will be alone here

for the night.

So, I will be leaving now,

and be kind to the house,

because we are open

again tomorrow night.

Hope you all will live,

I'd hate to come here

in the morning and have

to mop up a lot of blood.

Because that sort

of thing attracts

a lot of negative attention.

And reporters.

And who needs publicity?

Right.

So, I'll be leaving now.

So enjoy the house.

Seriously though,

be careful.

- Gene!

- God.

What are you doing?

You're supposed to

be getting ready!

- Well I just wanted to

know when we can start.

- What are you doing in costume?

- So I can scare 'em, duh!

- Damn it, Jerry.

Charlie Charlie is a Mexican

demon, not some clown.

And not some fat

clown in his 40s!

- I'm 39, gene.

- Stanley is playing the demon.

Why don't you go out there and

help Paulie make some racket?

Grab a rake and drag it up and

down the hallway or something

just don't let 'em

see you wearing this.

A clown.

Woah woah woah woah.

What the hell are you wearing?

- This is my Charlie

Charlie outfit.

It's pretty cool, huh?

- No, no no, are you kidding me?

I told you he was a

terrifying Mexican demon,

you look like you're

part of a mariachi band.

- Oh well, this sombrero

is from a mariachi band

that my cousin's in, so that's

probably what

you're thinking of.

And then this I,

well I borrowed it

from a latino family

that was at a

picnic or something,

I was just like,

"can I borrow that?"

And then, but my makeup

is pretty scary, right?

It's like scary

ghost makeup.

- No, you look like a

sugar-powdered jalapeno.

- Okay, cool.

- You know what, why

don't you just stalk them?

How about you just

stay in the shadows.

Oh my god.

- Hey, were you

serious about that

powdered-sugar jalapeno thing?

That sounds really good.

What was I supposed to be doing?

- You have a spare phone?

- Uh, yeah.

Who doesn't?

- Time to play, guys.

- Yes.

Oh my god, this is so idiotic.

It's obviously the

force of gravity.

They placed the

pencils in a position

that if you barely

breathe they'll move.

- Oh, that's right!

Time dilation,

which we all know is

the cause of gravity,

would keep the

gravitational mass centered,

causing the friction of the

two pencils to balance out.

Any minimal force,

such as a breeze,

or the mere breath of a subject

could easily move the pencils.

I'm just sayin'.

- Well let's try it out guys.

You first, Charlie.

- Okay, here goes nothin'.

- Guys.

This is exactly how all

bad horror movies start.

Rational decisions

to play a game

that we all know could

end up going badly,

but we do it anyway.

- Oh brother, please.

Okay.

Charlie Charlie, are you here?

You know, I think i

want my 20 bucks back.

This is stupid.

- Ask it again, man.

- Oh what, you want me

to ask it again, sure.

- Yo, Carlos Carlos,

you here man, what's up?

- I think he'd appreciate

it if you were more serious.

I think he'd take us

all more seriously.

- Whatever, man.

Okay.

Charlie Charlie

are you here?

- Did you see that?

- Please, it's all bullshit.

- Shut up!

- Are you gonna let him

talk to me like that?

- I think that's enough, guys.

- You scared, Sarah?

- Scared, please, I'm

bored and I want a drink.

- So?

- Well, no one was there.

- It was obviously

that perv, gene.

- Why is he a perv?

- He was so looking

down Sarah's blouse.

- You know, I have to admit,

the whole pencils thing

is pretty impressive.

Obviously it's set up, but...

- Maybe we should

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