Terrifier

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(thunder crashing)

(slow, ominous music)

Welcome back to the program.

If you're just tuning

in, I'm sitting here live

with the sole survivor of

the Miles County Massacre,

which occurred exactly one year

ago today.

I've worked on this show for

many years

and I've never sat across from

someone

who has a story to tell quite

like yours.

Thank you again for taking the

time

to sit down and speak with me.

[Survivor] It's my pleasure.

Now when we left off we were

talking

about the moment you

woke up from the coma.

Do you remember your initial

reaction

when you first saw your face?

[Survivor] Yes.

Would you like to share that

with us?

(dramatic music)

I wished I was dead.

Do you still feel that way?

People are frightened

by the way that I look,

especially children.

And it's really difficult

for me to deal with that,

so isolation is ideal.

Now what about your attacker,

a man identified only as Art the

Clown?

There's a lot of controversy

surrounding his supposed death.

The authorities issued

a statement claiming

that his body disappeared from

the county coroner's office

the morning after the attack.

He's dead.

I saw it happen.

(glass shattering)

(dramatic rock music)

Did you watch it?

Oh my God, I thought she

was going to attack me.

(dramatic music)

(people talking)

My heart was pounding the entire

time.

Yeah well, if you think she

looks that bad on television,

imagine what she looks like

sitting two feet away from you.

I thought I was going to gag at

one point.

Babe, do me a favor.

If I ever look like that,

promise me

you'll put me out of my misery.

You think I'm kidding?

I'll do it myself.

Yeah, Tom said we won't

know until the morning.

But he thinks the ratings

are going to go up big time.

(rustling)

(laughs)

Exactly.

We've finally figured out

the formula for success,

faceless victims and a host in

jeopardy.

(slow, ominous music)

Yeah, watch next month, it's

going

to be called Monica's House of

Horrors.

Sh*t.

Hey, can I call you back?

I have like 50 people calling

me.

Okay.

Alright, love you too.

Bye.

Hello?

Tom?

(rustling)

(slow, ominous music)

(yelling)

(screaming)

(squelching)

(slow, ominous music)

(staggered breathing)

(coughing)

(laughing)

(tense, dramatic music)

(laughing)

[Dawn] I think I just twisted

my ankle.

Dawn, really?

Thanks a lot, by the way.

For what?

Promising you weren't

gonna get sh*t faced tonight.

Guys kept buying me drinks.

I can't help it if people

find me interesting.

Yeah.

Definitely your mind that they

were after.

Who are you texting?

None of your business.

You gave that a**hole

your number, didn't you?

Oh my god, you're so jealous.

Of what?

That kid was talking to

like five other girls.

Oh, stop being such a b*tch.

Just get in the car.

Oh, you are not driving.

I'm fine.

Give me the keys.

Give me the keys.

Dawn, I don't feel like dying

tonight.

Really?

Are we really gonna do this

right now?

Give me the keys.

I'm gonna paw at you like a cat.

Give me what I want.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

You drive.

- (chuckling)

- Thank you.

(wind blowing)

(slow, ominous music)

I'm f***ing lit.

(laughing)

But if I get something to

eat, I can drive us, okay?

There's a place that's

open late, we can sober up.

[Dawn] Did you say food?

I said food.

You know the place, it's

right there, come on.

Okay, okay, okay.

Just like give me one minute.

F*** me.

Like one minute, for real.

(slow, ominous music)

D.

D.

What?

[Tara] Look.

[Dawn] Holy sh*t.

Yeah, that's not funny.

I'm about to scream.

Hey, handsome.

Dawn, cut it out.

My friend wants your number.

I'm gonna f***ing kill you.

[Dawn] Come buy us dinner.

Stop.

Just shut the f*** up.

Or what?

Maybe he'll drive us home.

I'm sorry, she's drunk.

(slow, ominous music)

Let's go.

Come on.

Let's just go.

(keys jangling)

(upbeat pop rock music)

Oh yeah?

You get dressed up?

Oh, you're a sick f***.

Where am I gonna go?

Back to my wife?

Same sh*t.

Maybe another two hours?

Alright.

Alright, bye.

Great.

(phone ringing)

Ugh.

That was the longest

piss I have ever taken.

Thank you for sharing that.

This guy wants me to meet

him at his apartment right now.

What a shocker.

I told him I would.

What?

I'm kidding.

I have a little more

self respect than that.

If you only had a brain.

I've been wanting to

use that one all night.

Congratulations.

(chuckling)

(rock music)

Look it's your boyfriend.

I told you this a week ago,

we'll go to your mother's.

I don't know, six weeks from

now.

I'll be right with you buddy.

You gotta see the shape of this

f***in'

guy that just walked in.

(slow, ominous music)

[Dawn] Are you okay?

(slow, ominous music)

I think we should get our food

to go.

Why?

(slow, ominous music)

Him?

Seriously, I wanna leave.

Jesus Christ.

D, stop.

Uh, excuse me?

Excuse me?

Can I get a picture with you?

Dawn, come on.

Shut up.

Hello?

(snapping)

Hello?

Okay.

I'm gonna take that as a yes.

(slow, ominous music)

(popping)

Oh.

Oh.

Sorry.

(phone ringing)

(slow, ominous music)

Thanks.

What the hell is wrong with

you?

What?

Did you think he was gonna hack

me up

into little pieces or something?

What can I get for you buddy?

Hey?

Hello?

(slow, ominous music)

If you don't order anything,

you're gonna have to leave.

You already have eight likes.

Can you hear me in there?

Oh god, it's gonna be a long

night.

(slow, ominous music)

(cranking)

(slow, ominous music)

Aww.

(slow, ominous music)

(Dawn giggling)

What are you doing?

Thanks.

(Dawn chuckling)

Okay, not for nothing,

but that's the nicest thing

a guy's done for you all night.

Seriously?

What the f***?

Here you go ladies.

Yes.

You two okay?

Oh, he's harmless.

You okay?

Don't worry, I'll take care of

him.

Enjoy your pizza.

(slow, ominous music)

What do you keep staring at?

That bag.

What do you think is in it?

I don't know, who cares?

Just eat your food.

You f***in' freak!

Get over here.

All night with you, you f***.

Enough.

(tense, dramatic music)

Get outta here.

(tense, dramatic music)

Take your sh*t, and don't come

back.

(tense, dramatic music)

Ramon, grab a mob and some

bleach.

Eh, you okay?

[Man] Yeah, I'm alright.

(slow, ominous music)

[Dawn] What do you think

that guy did in there?

[Tara] Who knows.

[Dawn] Probably jizzed

all over the place,

f***ing pervert.

[Tara] Stop.

What?

I'm telling you that guy

totally whacked off in there.

He was obviously turned on by

you.

You're f***in' sick.

You know that?

(dogs barking)

What?

- Look at your hand.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

Look, at least he had the

courtesy to do

whatever he did in private.

I mean, he could have

whipped it out right there.

I really don't need the

visual.

[Dawn] Well are you okay to

drive?

Yeah, trust me, that

sobered me right the f*** up.

- Oh my god.

- What?

Your tire.

F*** me.

Has it been like this the whole

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