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Dream House Nightmare Page #3
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2017
- 90 min
- 98 Views
Most people
are amazing.
Took you long enough.
All right.
Bye, baby.
Where are you going?
Where's mine?
Damn it.
Mmm, thank you.
Hey, that's mine.
Okay.
You deserve it.
Pamper the little princess.
I know, Pam!
Damn thing
won't come off.
I can't believe what you
went through today.
They were just
as confused as I was.
I'm just glad you're safe.
Me, too.
Mad.
Mom, how do you
spell "celebrate"?
Hmm?
Madison.
Um, C-E-L...
Madison.
E-B...
Where are my pills?
R-A-T...
Where are my pills?
I don't know.
Don't play games with me.
Destiny, go to your room.
But what comes
after the T?
E. Just go on now.
Pills! Now!
Ethan, no.
Now, you have taken
far too many,
and the doctor said--
The doctor said?
You say!
Do you want to know
what it feels like
to be in constant pain?
Tell me where they are!
In the garbage outside!
Well, all right.
Mom, how do you spell parade?
P-A-R...
A...
D...
E.
Hey! Don't go falling
off that ladder,
because we will not catch you.
Must have cookies!
Oh, so...
Looks nice.
Thank you.
Oh, no. No!
Another one?
What is it this time?
Rhymes with "shildo."
Lucky me.
You know,
twice already,
and all I get
is voice mail.
And this one
came with a bill.
$800?
And the magazines were $200.
How does anyone spend
$1,000 on sex toys?
What are you gonna do?
I'm not paying
for this crap,
and it's not staying
in my house.
Some poor soul's
gonna miss their porno
this Valentine's.
Not funny.
Hey, are we keeping this one?
Not funny.
Someone is sending these
to us on purpose.
Of course.
It's that woman.
You don't know that.
Oh, who else would it be?
You know, I looked up
her daughter's name.
Destiny, right?
You didn't.
Yeah.
Turns out there's
about 5,000 girls
named Destiny
in New Orleans.
You know,
I was thinking.
real estate agent, Diana?
She would give us her name.
I don't know.
We'd have to tell Diana
the whole story,
but maybe she
would take pity on us.
I don't think
I'd feel comfortable--
Hey!
Oh, my God! Stop!
Stay away
from my wife, you pervert.
No!
What are you talking about?
Stop!
Oh, my God!
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
You son of a b*tch!
Okay, enough!
You guys have proved yourself
by trying
to be manly here.
That's enough!
That's it!
Please, stop.
Are you okay?
Yeah. He only
hit me by accident.
I know.
I saw.
Do you know
what this is about?
No.
I'm sorry you had
to find out this way.
"Dear sexy neighbor.
I watch you
through the window.
I can't wait
to kiss you.
I want to be inside you."
"Your husband
never has to know.
Come find me when
my fat pig wife isn't around.
Love, Thom"?
What? I didn't write this.
I don't believe you.
Well, I do.
I got one of those letters.
I knew it.
We got one, too.
You got a letter, too?
Signed from me?
Yeah.
All the women
in the neighborhood got one.
Don't try
to play innocent now.
You been caught,
plain and simple.
Both of you hardly
ever come out of your house,
hardly ever talk to anybody.
We're always
wondering what
kind of secrets
y'all got going
on down there,
and now we know.
I'm calling the police.
Yeah!
Okay, yeah, you call!
Call them!
Call the police.
Stop!
None of you know what
we've been going through.
Apparently you've been
gossiping and judging us,
but no one has bothered
to come and actually
ask us to our faces.
Yes, my husband
is gone a lot.
He's an E.R. doctor
and he's busy saving lives.
He's a good man.
And it's true I keep
to myself, but I'm shy.
It's just how I am.
But someone
has been harassing us
and sending us
horrible things,
trying to hurt us.
Someone sent
men in the house
to frighten her.
They smashed up
our porch and left
a threatening note.
And you,
you've been watching
our every move apparently.
It could be you.
You could be trying
to drive us out
of the neighborhood.
Oh, we gave you gumbo!
We don't know
who it is,
but it's someone
and hurt us
to get us out.
This isn't
our first baby,
but it's the only baby
that we have alive,
and I'm just so scared
that they're gonna hurt us.
Oh, honey,
that's not gonna happen.
Someone been threatening y'all?
Well, they sent us
all this crap
and stuck us
with the bill,
and they've been
scaring Theresa
and smashing up her plants.
They stole
the back door key.
We had to change the locks.
I'm sorry.
I don't know
what else to say.
Oh, honey, I guess we need
to get to know y'all better.
We'd like
to open our home to you
for a party.
We want to invite you
to a party at our house
Saturday night.
I, uh...
No, honey.
I'll help you plan food.
Great. Thank you.
I'm so sorry.
This is Theresa.
I'm Thom.
Nice to meet you.
Hi, guys.
Bye, guys.
See you at the party.
Yeah, have a good night.
Good night.
Well, it looks like
we're going to a party.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Just
a little embarrassed.
And Eddie has
a good right hook.
What if
it's one of them?
Then this is
a perfect way
to find out.
You calling
that real estate agent?
Yeah.
Ow.
What the hell
you been doing?
I was just, uh, making
Mardi Gras decorations
for Destiny's class.
What'd it look
like I was doing?
Been looking
through your phone.
Your search history
ain't exactly kid friendly.
Look. Go on. Look.
Stop.
I'm not man enough for you.
Is that it?
No.
Sex toys, lingerie, porno.
I know you ain't ordering
that stuff for me.
You ain't
touched me in months.
You been on your phone,
disappearing for hours.
Who is he?
It's not what you think.
Who is he?
His name is Thom Wade,
and he's a--he's a doctor.
He lives in the house
that we wanted to buy.
And if you loved me,
you'd beat him up.
You cheating b*tch.
Stop it!
Don't hit Mama.
Don't hit Mama.
Don't hit Mama.
Ooh, what you got?
Uh, crudits.
What?
Vegetables?
Oh.
We like
our vegetables fried.
Oh.
So, you having
a boy or a girl?
We don't know yet.
Oh, I know.
Y'all are
gonna have one of those
gender reveal parties?
That's so fun.
I guess, um,
the birth will be
the gender reveal.
Oh.
How old-fashioned.
Would you
excuse me a minute?
I'm not feeling so well.
Must be the nicest house
on the block.
Of course.
Leave it
to a couple of transplants
to come
and snatch it up.
Hey, there.
How are you holding up?
I'm fine.
Thanks for all your help.
I guess
you really didn't enjoy
your very first
Mardi Gras parade, did you?
I'm just jumpy lately.
We've been trying
to figure out
who's behind
all this craziness.
We called a couple
of the local schools
with special ed programs
but I knew
they wouldn't tell us anyway.
You know, I've also
been thinking what if
it's not that woman.
It could be anyone...
even someone here.
Oh, honey, people been living
in this neighborhood
for years.
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