The Scarehouse Page #3

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You'll see.

Kaitlin, put the f***ing camera down

and join us! Get drunk!

Okay.

Can... can I get some water or something?

Nope.

Oh, my God!

Is that Katrina?

You know, without her b*obs

she's almost impossible to recognize.

Elaina, I know you're upset.

I know this is revenge

for Brandon's death,

but come on!

You are already wrong about two

of the three things you just said. Sit tight.

Here, catch!

And to clarify those two inaccuracies:

I'm not upset

and Brandon's death is your fault.

F*** me.

It's a hard scale to rate by tonight's

events, but you're hitting a new level

I don't even think there's a word for yet.

Everybody gets the same advice

when they turn 13:

if it burns too much,

you're screwing the wrong people.

How many years do you think

they'd throw at us for all this?

I don't care. It's worth it.

Think Lisa will like this?

I call it... prison sex.

Let's just hope this dries in time.

I don't think I can watch this one.

Are you ready to face your fears?

You betcha.

It's really too bad about this one.

- I thought she was cool.

- You'll never make it out alive!

This is what you look like behind

that camera not having any fun!

You have it the wrong way...

c*nt!

Hey, you know what?

You think you're so good, Jenner.

You're not... you're not so good.

I know you.

I could have you down on your knees

if I wanted to, you little slut.

Why don't you suck my dick?

Oh, let me guess. Leatherface is next?

I am going to punch her in the box

for insulting our hard work.

This is a good goddamned haunted house,

not some Orlando theme park.

Let me get her. I hate her more.

Nice costume.

What the f***?

- I think we're in trouble.

- I'm going to eat that b*tch for breakfast!

Lisa!

Oh, Lisa!

- Shelby? Shelby!

- Lisa, you've got to get me out of here!

They're dead! You got to help me!

They're going to kill us!

- Shelby can you hear me?

- Lisa, run!

Behind you!

Call 9-1-1!

- Shelby, don't worry!

- Please help me!

No!

Thought you had the upper hand?

Run! Get help!

- She'd heading for the basement!

- There's no way out of there, just...

bolt the door!

Damned technology, makes it almost

impossible to get away with murder.

Sluts and liars they are,

but tardy they are not.

Let's go.

Come on, we'll deal with Lisa later.

Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee,

gotta pee, gotta pee!

What do we have here?

This is so going on the internet!

- I slept with that guy freshman week.

- Was it good?

No, ma'am.

Who's that, your boyfriend?

You can't go one night without him?

How long's Emily been... you know...

Around the time that the rest

of us all lost our virginity,

she lost a bunch of weight to compensate.

And Jacqueline, really and truly,

she believes in that fire and brimstone sh*t?

100% on the Jesus train.

What about Shelby? She seems nice.

I don't know. She hasn't told the truth long

enough for me to know what to make of her.

I feel like that time

that I took too much molly

and tried to make love to my cousin.

Kaitlin Bowden?

Have you come for tonight's party?

Do you even know what

Halloween is, you dumb slut?

Where is she?

Guys, you know I don't like the dark!

And being alone.

Oh, my God, oh, my God,

I think I heard a spider!

- Sounds like she's near the entrance.

- Oh, God.

- Should we go get her?

- I don't like funhouses!

I have to hit the washroom.

Can you grab her?

- Again?

- Does no one care about me?

If you must know,

this is not a number one trip.

And you have to go right now?

- Yes, who plans these things?

- Oh, disgusting.

Hey, just be glad

you weren't my cell mate.

I feel like something is watching me and I

don't think that I can handle any of this!

- Hi, Kaitlin.

- I know I'm a complete p*ssy

but I can't even watch scary movies.

That freaking clown thing from I did it to me when I was 6

and my brother was watching the DVD.

Please, take me to the party

and I'll take whatever humiliation

- her highness has cooked up.

- I don't think you'll like tonight's punishment.

I will chug the hot sauce,

I will show the guys my taut-tauts,

I will eat the worm

and/or wear a dunce cap. I just...

I cannot and will not

walk through this thing alone.

Okay then.

Right this way.

Thank you.

Pleasure is all mine, I'm afraid.

Once you check in,

you may never check out!

Ready to join us, big boy?

Again?

Yes... again.

Round two, b*tches!

So charming.

This way, this way, this way.

Here? Okay.

Drop 'em.

Why?

Typically, blowj*bs work better

without them.

Right.

First penis I see in two years

and this is what I get?

Honey, there's not much in there.

Come on, baby, you know you're wet for me.

Wrap your lips around me.

Hey, you know, if you broke your neck

you could probably suck your own dick.

What?

Hey, Lisa!

Don't think I forgot about you!

You're due for your annual physical!

...and I just... I pray for his family.

Now, these girls were pledges...

Is it just vodka tonight

or did we splurge on champagne?

I did vodka last night

a little too hard and...

I don't think we're going

to be friends for a while.

We've got you covered for life.

This way, we're almost there.

Four vodka crans!

Hey! Why don't we go back to your place

and we open a bottle of wine,

we light a fire, unwrap a condom.

Brandon, you're drunk,

you want to f***, we get it!

But it's my birthday and I...

want to celebrate...

with her... yeah!

Well, birthday boy, she'll never

love you as much as she hates herself,

so beat it!

- I like most of myself!

- Move!

All right, wait, wait, wait... no condom?

Birthday douchebag, Brandon Philips,

practically volunteered himself!

As sisters we need to stick together.

Brandon needs to be... shamed.

You and Elaina are going to take

a little photo of Brandon...

wearing... this!

Whichever one of you ladies

posts the photo that gets the most likes

has a place amongst us at noon tomorrow.

We like you...

so this is a little bonus

in case he has problems

finding his inner drag queen.

Pop a few of these in his drink and...

voil. Party time!

You have to bring the camera though.

We want to see everything.

Now that, as they say ladies

and gentlemen, is taking a load off.

I feel so much better.

They invited you?

That was you?

My mom saw you guys on TV

when they let you out.

You look really good.

This isn't... isn't a party, is it?

Well, fatty, it is, but it's our party.

By the way, don't they have treadmills

on the outside anymore?

Corey, party's a strong word.

Shelby?

Are they dead?

They're going to kill us too!

We're not going to kill anyone.

We just want answers.

These girls jerked us around, so, really,

it would be to your advantage to...

just tell us all kinds of truth tonight.

What are you doing to do? Scrape me?

Put poor Emily's rib down.

Whose idea was it?

Will you let us go?

We deserve to ask you

these questions, don't you think?

They wanted us to do interviews about you

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