Night of the Demons Page #2

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Yeah.

Hey, well, you look nice.

Oh, thanks, Jason.

I... you know, I just, uh,

found this thing laying around.

Right.

Wow. I didn't know you guys

were gonna be here tonight.

Yeah, yeah, you know,

we, uh, we wanted... aah!

Oh, uh, you know what?

Um, I-I think there's a...

...thing over there.

- I'll catch you later.

- All right.

All right.

So...

I need to get another one

of these blue things.

Okay. Uh, bartender,

can we get two more, please?

# Come on, now, just follow me #

# Just come with me #

# Love me, hate me #

Cute, isn't he?

Yeah, maybe

after a couple of drinks.

Oh, God. Dex is here.

What is this?

The night of the exes?

- Colin's here, too.

- What?

- Where?

- Right there.

Are you okay with that?

Yeah. Sure.

Really?

Really.

I never thought

I'd be able to say that,

but, yeah, I'm fine.

Well, listen, I understand

the whole bad-boy thing,

but I have no idea

why you were ever with him.

Oh, co-dependency,

a Mother Teresa complex,

believing I could change someone

into something else.

Thinking that great love

and great drama

were the same thing.

Oh, insecurity.

Oh! And the guy can f***.

I want details.

I'll give you details.

Let me find the bathroom first.

- Okay.

- Okay.

# Middle of the night, so silently #

# I creep on over to the mortuary #

# Lift up the casket

and fiddle with the dead #

# Their cold, blue flesh

makes me turn erect #

# Do what I want,

and they don't complain #

# I wanna f*** #

# I wanna f*** the dead #

Oh. Sorry.

Suzanne!

Oh, my God!

What's the matter?

Angela set something up

in the bathroom.

It scared the sh*t out of me.

What?

Come here.

What?

The mirror was broken.

A hand came out of it at me.

It's... it's got to be a trick.

There's got to be a motion sensor

or something somewhere.

The glass isn't even cracked.

- Come on. Let's go get some drinks.

- Okay.

Come on!

Okay.

# Bring about the time

when we shall arise #

# Now #

# Legions of the damned #

Hey, b*tches!

Ready for a wild Halloween?!

Yeah, only sick bastards like you

would come to a place like this.

It's home to everything dark

and twisted in the human soul.

There's a reason no one's been able

to live here in over 50 years.

Now, you f***ers know the legend

of Evangeline Broussard, don't you?

Well, how's this for a sick twist?

This b*tch invited over

the love of her life

and some friends

for dinner one Halloween.

Next thing you know,

lover boy and his friends

were never heard from again.

Now, that's what I'm talking about!

We are gonna start a whole

new chapter of debauchery

here at Broussard house.

And I want you to honor

Evangeline and her dark soul.

I want you drinking.

I want you dancing,

and I want you f***ing!

I want you doing everything hidden

so deep inside your subconscious

that you don't even know

you want to do them.

Let it all out!

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed,

gimmie, gimmie, hell yeah #

# Open your eyes,

sweet Mary Jane #

# Take a look around #

# You're miles away from anyone #

# And no one can hear a sound #

# Now you're knock, knock,

knocking on heaven's door #

# While you're chained

to a dirty floor #

# Your sunshine

just got lowered into #

# Into an early grave #

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed,

gimmie, gimmie, hell yeah #

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed #

# Oh, yeah #

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed,

gimmie, gimmie, hell yeah #

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed #

# Oh, yeah #

# Yeah, blood is red,

sweet Mary Jane #

# And you know it's true #

# It's dripping

from your body now and #

# And it's filling up this room #

# And you're scream, scream,

screaming #

# But no one hears a thing

'cause you're locked away #

# Your sunshine

just got lowered into #

Hans, double shot

for me and the lady.

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed,

gimmie, gimmie, hell yeah #

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed #

# Oh, yeah #

- To Halloween.

- Hear, hear.

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed #

# Oh, yeah #

Ohh! God damn!

- Are you okay?

- No. No.

What the f*** was that, Hans?

# Out in the graveyard #

# Late one night #

# One with death #

# Little green man

from the planet Mars #

# Wants to put my balls

in one of his... #

- Hey.

- What?

Did you let that a**hole Colin

in here?

What? No, you crazy?

# I covered my package

with the both of my hands #

# I ran and I ran

and I ran and I ran #

God! She is gonna be sick.

Yeah.

I think the guy

in the deviI costume's

counting on her passing out.

# Trying to get into my underwear #

# Nowhere to run to,

nowhere to hide #

# Wants to put my balls

in formaldehyde #

- Hey!

- Hey!

Down the stairs. Let's go.

Let's go, guys.

Come on.

Let's go.

Time to go home.

Police!

Party's over!

Everybody out.

Party's over,

ladies and gentlemen!

Get out of the room!

Let's go!

Come on, let's go!

Ladies and gentlemen, lights out.

Time to go!

Everybody, party's done!

Everybody out!

Stop it!

You can't do this to me!

Everybody, get out right now!

Where is that b*tch Diana?!

Lily?!

Dex?

Hold on. Be right there.

Hold on.

- Hey, guys.

- Hey.

So, uh, is the party over?

Yeah, there are actually

a bunch of cops down there

with guns and, like, pepper spray.

- So, let's go.

- Yeah.

Thanks for coming out, guys.

You guys are doing a great job.

- Thanks.

Yeah.

Happy Halloween, Ms. Feld.

I am here legally.

I rented this place.

You didn't get a permit.

Turn the power back on!

I don't need a permit.

This is a private party.

You were charging admission.

Yes, but my business partner stole

all the door fees, so technically...

And I guess that makes it okay?

Don't even bother to answer that.

Enjoy the cleanup, my dear.

Oh, Angela.

Thank God.

Why the f*** are you still here?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Does that heating grate over there

lead down to the basement?

How the f*** would I know?

Oh, dude.

What the f***'s wrong with you?

Let's do this

and get out of here.

Suzanne's not here?

Thought she was gonna meet us

at the car, but...

Angela?

Angela, I can't find the basement.

Please help me.

I'm sorry.

Please? I'll be your best friend.

Let's go.

Yes! Thank you.

Suzanne!

I- I passed out...

behind the go-go box.

Tonight's turned out

to be such a disaster.

Is this it?

What?

Seems about right.

Jesus, this doesn't make any sense.

I mean, aren't these pipes

supposed to lead down

to a furnace or something?

Just freaking dead-ends here.

Hell, I don't know.

I mean, they said there were

a bunch of rooms down here

left over from prohibition.

Really?

Yeah, in fact, there's a tunnel

to the next estate over.

It's pretty cool, huh?

Wait a minute.

Hey, Ange.

Check this out.

Dude, I think this is a door.

What?

Yeah.

Here, help me

move these shelves.

What?

Let's get this sh*t off of here.

Whoa! I love it.

This is officially my dream house.

Those aren't...

They are, aren't they?

What the f***?

Hey, guys! There are bodies

in the basement!

You guys,

I think we should call the police.

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