Killer Christmas Page #5
Some f***ing freak
with a Santa mask.
A Santa mask, really?
There was a girl
on the fifth floor,
she was chained,
blood all over the bed
and she said somebody
is in here.
That explains the cans of food
I found in the kitchen.
I'm telling you there was a hobo
serial killer rapist in here!
So, so f***ed.
We have to phone the police.
We can't call the police, Margo.
There's no f***ing service
in this hick town.
We need to get the f***
out of here, then!
Where are the car keys?
Where are the car keys?
Cutler.
I am not going back there!
Ok, someone has to or we are not
getting out of here.
F***, you three stay together.
I'll go get the keys,
where's Cutler?
Down the hall,
in one of the last rooms.
I'm going with you,
there's a killer on the loose,
you can't go alone.
You can't leave us in here,
it's a death trap.
Why don't you meet us in
the kitchen, where we came in.
We'll get the keys
and meet you there.
We're coming down with you and
we'll split in the staircase.
Ok, let's go.
[panting]
[child whispering]
Deck the halls.
[door squeaking]
[Robbie]
What the f***?
[keys rattling]
It's clear.
[Kate] Come on, stay close.
It's just at the end
of this hallway, ok?
Ok, let's go.
Wait, wait, wait.
We'll see you downstairs, ok?
You're going to be ok?
I think so,
just please be quick.
[Kate] As quick as we can be.
Please, do.
Does this seem strange?
How do you know this is not
a f***ed-up game?
Why would they do that?
Are you kidding?
These people
are completely narcissistic.
All they do is get f***ed up
and play these stupid games.
I thought you liked them
as roommates!
Better than being alone,
but doesn't mean I like this.
Ok, this isn't a game, Robbie.
How do you know that?
I saw Art get killed!
Yeah, how he died?
I mean... I don't know.
So you never actually
saw him die?
No, but...
And you never saw
Cutler die either?
You just took Bella's word.
Yeah, but did you see the look...
Are you kidding me?
This is to f***
with the newbies!
What about the cans?
I saw them with my own eyes.
Oh, yeah?
Maybe there was a hobo around,
that doesn't mean there's
some f***ing psycho killer!
Until I see f***ing evidence,
I don't believe sh*t.
We're about to find out,
we're here.
Moment of truth.
Oh my god.
Oh, sh*t.
- See?
- Oh my god, this isn't a game.
Of course not, people
don't die playing games!
We need to find the keys
and get the f*** out of here.
- So, so f***ed.
- I'm not finding anything.
There's no keys,
no wallet, nothing.
Oh, god, I'm sorry,
I'm so, so sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.
Where is his backpack?
I don't see it.
God dammit,
the killer probably took it!
What do we do?
Ok, we need to calm, focus,
and come up with another plan.
[heavy footsteps]
The kitchen's
through there, wait.
Can we wait in the hallway?
I don't want to get trapped,
it'll be easy to find us.
And the killer, we should just
get the f*** out of here.
What about Kate and Robbie?
It's not safe in here, Margo.
We can't just leave them.
F*** them, I don't know them.
Are you for real right now?
Margo, there's a killer
on the loose,
we need
to get the f*** out of here.
And go where?
Anywhere.
No, that's not right.
It wasn't right to come here.
Yeah, we're here now, ok?
We're not just leaving them,
we're in the middle of nowhere,
- it's pitch black and freezing.
- Shush.
Where are you gonna go?
Who the f*** cares?
Just get the f*** out of here.
The kitchen's there.
No, Bella, I've told you,
I'm not leaving them.
I can't go alone
You're stuck here, doesn't it?
Oh my god, don't do this to me.
You know what, Bella?
You do you.
I hate you.
Oh my god, why?
Why is this happening?
Why they killed Cutler?
What the f*** is going on?
Hey.
Everything is going to be ok.
We're gonna get out of here,
I promise.
Okay.
[loud screams]
You hear that?
We need to find Bella and Margo
and get out of here.
Hurry!
[loud screams]
[indistinct yelling]
This way, this way!
[Bella] This way.
[Bella] Check in there.
[panting]
[sobbing]
Bella, Bella?
Bella!
I can't open the door!
Stop, I can't!
Bella!
[screams]
Stop, stop it!
I can't, I can't, stop!
Stop, my god, stop!
I can't, I can't.
Please, please!
[screams]
[Margo yelling]
Bella!
Oh my god, he's here!
Stop!
[loud screams]
F*** you!
F*** you!
No, no!
F*** you!
[panting]
No, no!
Please, please, please!
[gasping for air]
Where are they?
What the f***?
Ok, the screams came
from that way.
No, I'm done with this.
I don't know these people
and neither do you.
F***, f***!
F*** this sh*t.
Margo?
[heartbeat]
Bella?
Margo, where are you?
[pounding heartbeat]
[bells jingling]
[muffled screams]
[owl screeching]
[owl screeching]
[owl screeching]
Holy sh*t.
[squish]
[groaning]
F***, f***, f***!
[bells jingling]
F***, f***.
[loud scream]
Jolly old Saint Nicholas
Lean your ear this way
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm going to say
Christmas Eve is coming soon
Now, you dear old man
Whisper what
you'll bring to me
Tell me if you can
F*** you, f*** you
you f***ing weirdo.
Oh, I wasn't the freak?
Art? But I saw you die.
What the f***, I saw you die!
But did you really?
What the...
[loud screams]
What's wrong with you?
I told you I loved you
and you...
threw it in my face.
Made me the body of jokes
then paraded your relationship
with Cutler
in front of me
like I didn't matter.
You f***ing kill everyone.
I just wanted you and Cutler
but your friends keep
getting in the way.
You're going to rot in hell!
I've got a while, but you
keep it warm for me down there.
[squelch]
Oh my god, oh my god!
Oh, oh my god!
You're the tree guy!
Thank you, thank you!
No, please don't, please don't.
You were right when you said
I was creepy.
[difficult breathing]
Oh, I like this.
Thanks, buddy.
[weak scream]
Jolly old Saint Nicholas
Lean your ear this way
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm going to say
Christmas Eve is coming soon
Now, you dear old man
Whisper
What you'll bring to me
Tell me if you can
Merry Christmas.
[heavy breathing
through the mask]
[child whispering]
We wish you a Merry Christmas.
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