Dead Story
- Year:
- 2017
- 81 min
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- In December 1914,
a series of horrific
murders were committed
at a remote ranch.
Police were never able
to identify a suspect.
In December 1944, again,
a series of horrific
murders occurred
at the same remote ranch.
Again, police were never
able to identify a suspect.
In December 1994, again,
a series of gruesome murders
took place at the same ranch.
And once again,
police were never able
to identify a suspect.
- Harold!
Harold, please!
Harold!
It's so peaceful way out here.
- Yeah, maybe
that's why it was so
inexpensive.
Honestly, I can't believe
this house was on the market
for over five years.
- Maybe it was just waiting.
For us.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I like that.
Hey, with all the
money we saved up
we should probably
knock out that barn.
Or like, build like a
shop or a greenhouse.
- Oh yeah.
A greenhouse sounds nice.
- Hey, you know what
else would be nice?
If Neil and Emma actually
showed up on time for once.
Just for once.
They were supposed to
be here two hours ago.
- Well, uh,
the inside while we wait.
- Yeah, let's do that.
So...
About this furniture.
- What about this furniture?
- Maybe we can sell all
of it on Craigslist,
make some money and buy
some different furniture?
- Aw, I think it fits.
- Yeah, I think it'd
fit for somebody.
I don't think it
fits for us though.
- No, it adds to the
whole country charm.
- Yeah well, I bought this place
'cause you wanted to
be in the country.
Even though it added
an hour to my commute.
- Neil said it was
only thirty minutes.
- Well, Neil is thirty
minutes closer to the office.
- You sound just like Martha.
- When are you gonna
start calling my mom mom?
- Whenever she stops treating
me like Satan incarnate.
- She does not, she
treat you like...
- really?
She told me I was poisoning you.
- That's because you didn't know
I was allergic to shellfish.
- No, it was before that.
- Can we not talk about my mom?
- Um, hey.
- Hey.
- Hey, yeah, sorry we're late.
It's Neil's fault.
- What, my fault?
- Yes honey, I told you that
the truck would be ready
two hours ago but you said no.
- Yeah, well looks like
we timed this just right.
Otherwise.
- Alright man, you and me
on box patrol and girl time.
What's up, man, love you.
Boxes are right there.
- Over here?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Dude, you know this house
is wicked old.
- Yeah, tell me about it.
- You know...
You ever heard the story?
- No, what story?
- Neil, not tonight, okay?
I mean, they're just moving...
- there's no story.
- Oh, there's a story.
It was back in 1969.
Or '79, no 1969, yeah.
Their names?
Their names were
George and Martha.
- Neil can never
get the names right.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no.
Their names were Abe and Mary.
Abe and Mary Lincoln.
Abe and Mary Johnson,
I'm positive.
- Okay, really Neil,
I don't think that Anne
and Harold are in the mood
to hear one of
your ghost stories.
- It's not a ghost story.
It's...
It's a dead story.
It's the type of
story that'll get you
dead.
- Ooh.
- Anyways, I don't know
all of the details.
- He doesn't know
any of the details.
- But they say that one
morning at like 2:00 am,
that's the bewitching
hour and all.
You mean 12:
00 am.- Uh, Harold, you mind
if I tell the story?
Thanks, bud.
Anyways, it's 2:
00 ambecause that's when
Jesus was killed or
something like that.
- Resurrected.
- Whatever.
But one morning Mary
wakes up at 2:
00 amand just rolls over in bed
straight into Abe's chest.
For no reason.
A few days later, when
the sheriff shows up,
he found good ol' Abe just
a-swinging in the barn.
All the while, good
ol' Mary's just sitting
in the front lawn just
catching some rays.
She was covered with blood but
it was like she didn't
even know what happened.
And here's the kicker.
When the sheriff asked
her why she did it,
she paused and said,
"I didn't do it.
"The ghost killed him."
The ghost.
She said the ghost
of this house.
Good old Mary gave Abe 40
whacks!
Ho ho, but they never could
find the murder weapon.
Who the hell's that?
- Mom.
- I hope I'm not intruding
but I knew this was
your first night.
- No, come in.
- Well, I am intruding.
Well, just for a moment.
- Hi.
- It was such a long drive.
- You remember Neil and Emma.
- Well, I might be old
but I'm not senile.
They were at your wedding.
I see that you have
prepared a delicious meal
for your guests.
You might want to save
this for another night.
- Okay.
- I see that you have
drank the cheap stuff.
Well...
I will talk to you tomorrow.
It's good to see
all of you again.
- You too.
- I want the best
for you, my son.
It's the way of the world
that sons just don't
listen to their mothers anymore.
Goodnight, goodnight everyone.
- God.
Wow.
Well, who needs ghost
stories when you've got her.
- Enough.
- She's unbearable, man.
- So Harold, Anne tells
me that you're starting
a new project at
working or something?
- Yeah, it's...
Well, it's not that
big of a deal but
it's a promotion and
a little more pay.
A lot more hours.
But it's good.
- Neil, no more, okay?
We really should be going.
- Honey, you're the
designated driver, remember?
- Oh yeah.
- Maybe you two
should just spend the night.
- What?
In some house where some
angry wife killed her husband?
- A story you made
up, by the way.
- It's a true story
and it happened here.
- That's okay.
I haven't unpacked the
butcher knives yet.
- Psycho.
- Why did Emma marry that guy?
He's such a jerk.
- Hey, why did you marry me?
I mean, I'm sure
your mother gave you
an extensive list
detailing the reasons
why you shouldn't
marry me and...
- Anne, stop it.
of her not liking you
out of your head.
She knows I love you.
Because of that,
she loves you.
You just gotta try harder.
- Me?
You want me to try harder?
- Mhm.
- Harold, your mom hates me.
And the reason why we moved
here is because of your mom.
- You picked this house.
You wanted this house.
- Yeah, to get away from her.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I don't want to fight.
This is our first
night in our new house.
Please?
- Okay.
- So our first night in the
new house and all we have is.
- Neil's story.
- Yeah.
- Is is true?
Was somebody actually
killed in this house?
In this bed?
- No.
No.
I even checked the
public service records.
There's nothing.
It's just a story.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- I'm just really sick
of you making my friends
feel so uncomfortable.
- Babe, it was just a joke.
- Well, it was a bad joke.
- Well, whatever,
why would I care?
- You know, if
you need anything.
- I know, you're
just a few minutes away.
- Yeah, well when we
get back from Maui.
Well, thank you.
- Oh, no problem.
- God, it's about freakin' time.
- I have to get to the office.
The commute, it's gonna
be a long day, long night.
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