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was still alive.

Their eyes were literally

cut out of their sockets

and placed into their hands.

- The killer had to be white.

There's no way a black man

would even do that sh*t.

- Here we go again.

- What if the killer

was the little girl?

- That doesn't make any sense.

Why would a little

girl kill her parents?

- I don't know, man.

Nothing really

makes any sense anymore.

Everybody's wild now.

- Actually, they never found

who committed the crime.

Some people did say

it was her daughter.

- So what happened to her?

- The state had her

committed to a mental ward

and within six months,

she hung herself.

Some say her ghost still

haunts the very woods

we're camping in right now,

and if you hear loud howling,

it's her coming to seek revenge

for her parents' death.

- You aright, Irving?

It's just a ghost story.

- I'm good.

I just need to get

some fresh air.

- Oh, man, you're outside.

This is as fresh

as the air gets.

- Should I go with him?

I don't think he should

be just walking around

in the woods alone.

- Irving's a big boy.

He can take a walk by himself.

- Sh*t.

Jesus f***ing Christ.

- Irving, you okay?

- I just saw a raccoon.

- You're scared of a raccoon?

- No, no, no, there's

something out there, man.

- Did you pee in your pants?

- It's okay, man.

Those are scary motherfuckers.

- No, man, it wasn't

the f***ing raccoon.

Something killed it.

- Calm down, Irving.

We're in the woods.

It's normal.

- I've never seen

anything like that before.

- Anything like what?

- It had a bite on its neck,

and its guts were

spread everywhere.

- Oh God, it's the ghost.

It's the ghost.

- Ghosts don't bite, Chrissy.

- Okay, but, seriously,

first the howling,

and now the raccoon.

- I think it's best we

just get in the tents.

I reckon it's gonna

be a long day tomorrow

if we expect to

get to the grave.

- I can't believe we're

looking for a grave

to pass a class.

- I'm supposed to sleep now?

- Dude, just think

positive thoughts, man.

Bubble gum--

- Shut the hell up, Kenny.

- I'm just

trying to help you

enjoy the ride, Irving.

- The f***'s

that even mean?

- Isabella,

you okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

- So, uh,

wrapping up day one,

some ups and some downs.

As you can see, my

tent has been invaded

by a f***ing jerk

from Sixteen Candles,

so yeah, that's awesome.

- Why are you wearing that?

We're not going to the mall

for a search.

- Duh, but fashion doesn't die

just 'cause we're in the sequel

to Deliverance, Blair.

- Am I supposed to

know what that means?

- Look, we're only in

this God forsaken place

because of your blind

obsession with a guy

who wants nothing

to do with you.

- I can't believe you're

talking to me like this.

- Yeah, well, believe it,

and I may be your pledge,

but I think you could learn

a thing or two from me

on how to dress.

- On the upside, I could

probably bang Irving tonight.

I guess my only hesitation is

that he doesn't have a vagina.

So, all in all,

I'd say it's been

a pretty solid day.

Kenny out.

- Chrissy?

Blair?

- Okay, you only look semi-cute

'cause you're hoping

that Irving notices

you have a how to flirt

like a whore handbook.

- At least I have

a plan to get laid.

You don't even care

about this project,

and you obviously are never

going to sleep with Blake.

I mean, you're more than

a little delusional.

- Delusional?

He's my date to

the Debutante Ball.

Do you have any idea

what that means?

- Put it on your college

application, b*tch.

Knock yourself out.

Look, you may think I'm dumb,

but even I can tell,

he is not into you.

- Oh, yes he is.

- Oh no, he's not.

He likes Isabella.

I mean, really, how

can you not see that?

- Why are you trying to hurt me?

I thought you were my friend.

- And I thought you were mine.

Look, look at me.

I don't even know who

you are around this guy.

Hey, the Blair I know and love

is addicted to foot

massages and face masks.

What happened to her?

- Well,

maybe you don't know me anymore.

- I hope that's not true.

I just wanna go home.

- Hail Mary, full of grace.

Our Lord is with you.

Yes,.

- Chrissy?

Chrissy?

- What's wrong?

- Chrissy's gone.

- Gone where?

- If I knew that,

do you think I'd be

screaming her name?

- Is her horse still there?

- I'll go check.

- I'm scared.

- Uh, there's a huge

rip in your tent.

- Don't touch anything.

You gotta get this

all on camera.

Oh, f***, are you serious?

That doesn't look

like a rip to me.

That looks like it was slashed.

- How would you know that?

- Look how clean it is, man.

- Her horse is gone.

- An animal slashed my tent.

I can't stay here.

I have a Debutante

party on Saturday.

You are my date,

for Christ's sakes.

- Just try to relax.

- Maybe she was

trying to go home.

- She can't.

I have the map.

- Okay, everybody pack up.

If she's not back by then,

then we'll follow

her horse's tracks.

- Nice bling, Mr. T.

- Say what?

- I pity the fool

who takes my gold chain.

Let me hear you say it.

Come on, you can do

it better than me.

- I'm starting to

feel so much better.

It's like you're my security

blanket or something.

- Right, Irving, I'm the

racist one, of course.

- Are we even sure these

are Chrissy's tracks?

- It's like you don't even care

about finding my friend.

I mean, stop trying

to make me feel bad.

- It's just an observation.

Not everything's

about you, Blair.

- What, do you see

something, man?

- Kenny, we've been

walking for hours.

Where are we?

- I don't really know.

All these trails look

the same on this map.

- Chrissy.

- Wait for me.

- Blake.

You can't just leave

me here, Blake.

Blake.

- Chrissy.

- Irving.

- Chrissy.

Chrissy.

Chrissy.

- So, Blair, how you feeling?

- Not safe.

- I strike you as like

a dangerous kind of guy?

- You watch too many movies.

- See, I think you're

just a little camera shy.

- Oh, really?

How's this?

This better?

How about this?

Is that good?

- Hey, not the

f***ing drugs, girl.

You're not that cute, Jesus.

F***.

- Jesus Christ.

Isabella, where'd you come from?

- I'm so turned around.

I don't even know.

- You ever see anything

like this before?

- In a nightmare, maybe.

Let's get out of here.

- Alright, go get the others.

I'm gonna go in.

- I'm not leaving you alone.

Are you crazy?

- What the f*** would do this?

- I don't know.

I don't think you

should touch anything.

- F***, oh f***.

- What the f*** was that?

- I am not staying

here with you.

- Where are you going?

Blair.

Where are you going?

- Blake, help.

- Blair.

- Blake,.

- Hey, Blair?

Blair.

Hey, hold up.

- F***, f***, f***.

- Are you okay?

Oh my God.

- Holy sh*t.

Whose blood is that?

- We need to call the

cops right now, man.

We're being watched, alright?

We're being watched,

and I can feel it.

- They were right here.

I just left them

right f***ing here.

- We're being

watched, alright.

- Nothing is out there.

- It took Chrissy too.

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