The Axe Murders of Villisca Page #3

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- No.

- It's not that hard.

My friends and I used to break

into empty houses

and have parties all the time.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Most places are pretty easy

to break into.

And I bet these two f***ing whackos

aren't coming back here tonight.

I mean, where would they sleep,

with the mannequins?

- I mean, it is kind of the tour

you always wanted, Denny.

-Yes.

- Now we'll just have to wait

until it gets dark.

-Well, holy sh*t.

-Cool.

Ladies first.

Okay, follow me.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Oh, gosh. Watch out.

- I'm going upstairs.

- Okay.

- Weird.

- "I survived the Villisca Axe

Murder House." Hm-hm.

- How do they come up

with this sh*t?

Oh.

-Oh, thanks.

-And to the Republic

for which it stands

one nation under God.

- You know, they added that

part in 1954.

-Which part?

- "Under God."

- Oh. And who were we under

before that?

-I don't know.

Maybe we should ask the Moores.

-Ooh.

-Nice.

Oh. Geez!

- Oh, be careful.

- I will.

- You alright?

-Yeah.

-One-of-a-kind?

Hey, let's take a picture.

Come on.

Come on.

-Okay.

- It's bright.

- Yeah.

- Let me see.

- No.

Um, I, I wanna mess

with it first.

-What are you doing?

- I'm gonna post it

to Instagram. Alright?

Yeah?

-Hey.

- Hi, Denny.

- What's up, man?

- What are you guys doing?

You coming upstairs?

Come on.

- Sh*t.

- Goddamn, you are a p*ssy.

-What are you talkin' about?

- What the f***

are you talking about?

- I heard Shelly...

- Oh, f*** Shelly!

- She said your dick

was so small

that she had to suck it

with a straw.

Yeah, to suck the cum all

off f***in' every.. Oh, my God.

- What, what?

- Are you sure this is pot?

- It's top quality.

I got it from Shelly.

Cherry flavor.

Oh, sh*t.

No way.

-What?

-Jess, she uploaded a pic.

-Oh, yeah? What kind of pic?

Kind of like one of those

videos I put up.. Oh, sh*t!

She's with Caleb.

They're at that house

in Villisca.

- What, she's on a ghost tour?

Sad, man.

-You wanna go check it out?

-Not really.

-Shut up.

-Ow! F***!

- You got unfinished business

with that piece of sh*t.

- Hey, all you freakers

out there.

I'm Denny Shea

inside the world-famous

Villisca Axe Murder House

investigating

into the possibility

of, yeah, ghosts.

Of course, I'm joined

by Maryville Paranormal

Institute co-founder

Caleb Hirsche

and our newest... friend.

As you can see,

Jess is extremely overwhelmed

by the intense spectral energies

flowing through this house.

Let's cut to the chase.

Dowsing rods, candles

everything you might need

to light this place up.

Notice the concentration,

intensity on her

beautiful young face.

She wants to know

what we all do.

Where are the children?

You should ask something.

Come on.

-Okay.

Ghost people..

You wanna pull my finger?

- Dude, it's supposed

to be serious.

-No, it's supposed to be fun.

Denny.

- Oh..

Okay, let me try. Okay.

- You ask it

a yes or no question.

For these to work, you have

to hold these very still.

- I'm trying.

- I know. So get it right.

-Okay.

Okay.

Let's try to talk to..

Lena.

Lena, my name's Jessica.

Don't be afraid.

We know something really bad

happened to you here

but we're not gonna hurt you.

Are you there?

How much did you pay for these?

- The rods are fine.

You're doing it wrong.

- No, I'm not.

- Don't blame her because your

little ghost toys are broken.

- F*** you.

- F*** you.

- Okay, you just...

- You stay out of it, okay?

You're not even supposed

to be here tonight.

-Sorry, I crashed your date.

-F*** you.

At least I know

how to keep my pants on.

- Excuse me?

- Denny. Enough.

-What?

Why are you being so protective

of sticky fingers over here?

Was your bullshit video

so special?

Yeah, even the homos

of Maryville

know all about your sad,

tragic story.

-F***in' a**hole!

I haven't even told my parents.

- Are you worried about what

your parents think?

- Of course.

- Mine are dead.

Yeah.

Diesel jack-knifed on I-80,

hit us in the back.

Car flipped over,

caught on fire.

My mom had to push me

out the back window.

Lucky f***ing me.

- Yeah, she gets the story,

Denny. We get the story.

Your parents are f***in' dead.

What?

- It wasn't your fault.

- Shut up.

-Denny! Open the door, please.

-What the f*** happened, man?

He got all f***ed up, man.

-He made you go with him.

Caleb.

- Shut up, Denny.

-You gotta listen to me.

-Get up!

- Your dad was messed up.

-Shut the f*** up, Denny!

You think you know anything

about my f***in' dad

you're f***in' clueless!

He was..

This is bullshit.

F***!

F***, it's the owners! Get up!

-Ah.

-Man.

-Sh*t, what is that?

-It's a mannequin.

-Sh*t.. Ah!

-Argh!

- Pull it out! Connor,

pull it out, pull it out.

- I'm sorry! I'm sorry, man!

You okay?

- Pull it out.

Connor, pull it out!

- Okay. Okay.

Okay, okay, I'm sorry!

-Denny, come here.

Is that Connor's car?

-What is he doing here?

- You must give them

what they want.

- Yes.

I'll do anything.

- Good.

-I'm so sick of that a**hole.

You comin'?

-Dude, just hang here a sec.

-I'm sorry I slapped you.

-What was that?

I gotta go.

- Wait.

- You stay here.

Caleb?

Jess?

- Conner!

- F*** you.

- Open the f***ing

register, now!

- Alright, dad, just be

careful with the...

-Shut up!

-Oh, f***.

- You guys gotta leave.

-Put it down!

-Wait. I know you.

Caleb!

Is this a f***ing joke?

-Dad!

- The new girl!

The new girl from Chicago!

- "Lena, I will be

your shepherd always.

Reverend Kelly."

- Denny?

I'm gonna buy a paper doll

That I can call my own

A doll that other

fellows cannot steal

And then the flirty

flirty guys

With their flirty

flirty eyes..

-Uh.

- There you are.

What happened?

Caleb?

-What?

-Did you find anyone?

-No.

- What're you doing

with that machete?

You gonna kill 'em?

- I'm sick of you

following me around

like a lost little puppy.

You need to find a new reason

to get out of bed

in the morning, Denny.

'Cause I'm done with you.

-Well... what?

- I get it.

You're into me.

-You're f***in' retarded.

-No, I don't think so.

- I've known you

for six years, Caleb.

Have I ever done

anything to you?

Not when you're d... drunk

or lonely

or when the cops

come to my house

and I lied to them and told

them you were there all night?

I'm out of here.

- He was just like you.

-But everybody lies.

Nothing is safe.

You promise?

-Caleb? Jess?

Jess.

Jess, what the f***?

We gotta go.

- Come here.

- Connor's inside the house.

- Shh.

- We gotta find Caleb..

What are you doing? Don't'...

-No. It's better to stay here.

- What...

- It's safe.

- Jess, please.

- Shh.

- No.

- Ah!

- Uh!

-You can pretend I'm him. Hm?

Help me, Denny! I'm burning!

You must miss him

terribly, don't you?

Don't you see, Dennis?

We're only trying to help you.

We can take you to her, Dennis!

Come on, Dennis!

Let us take you to her, Dennis!

-Uh. Oh, sh*t.

-Hey, hey. Hey. Hey, hey!

W... where you going

in such a hurry?

- I don't know.. Jess is...

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