Night of the Demons 2

Doesn't look like anyone's home.

You mustn't give up so easily, Albert.

We've come all this way. Let's just see.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody home?

You know, I don't think anyone's living here.

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.

Oh, well...

We didn't think anyone was home.

Oh.

Have you been saved?

Who, me?

We're here spreading the good word.

Do you realize that the end of the world is drawing near?

As a matter of fact, I do.

I was just about to have a slice of cake!

Would you two like to join me?

Huh. Well, how kind.

Yes, thank you.

This is a big house you have here.

Must need a lot of upkeep.

Not really.

Ooh, yum.

Well, I hope you're hungry.

I think...

we'll skip the cake.

Oh, don't be silly.

It's devil's food!

Mmm.

I'm not a warrior

But I am a lover

She's so beautiful.

Oh, turn around.

Please turn around.

Yes. Bingo!

Hey, come on, Kurt. I paid for half of those.

Come on, you hog them every night.

It's my turn.

Sorry. I'm sorry. I was just bedazzled.

Jesus, Perry, you just now getting out of the bathroom?

What the hell you been doing there this whole time?

Spanking your monkey again?

Gee, how time flies.

You're the one with the binoculars.

When I steal your heart away

I'll steal your heart...

Damn it, Kurt, they're turning out the lights already.

You can go first tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night's the dance.

So?

They'll still have to take their clothes off when it's over.

Bibi.

Yes.

The day after the party, the county sheriff went in with his deputies.

They found the kids, or rather, what was left of them.

Their bodies were chopped, grated, sliced, and diced.

Totally toasted.

I'm talking ground round.

Terri!

Their relatives could barely identify them.

But they did.

Every one of them.

Every one except Angela.

Angela?

The girl who threw the party.

They searched the property over and over,

hi and low,

but never found her body.

They say it's because she descended into hell,

body and soul,

and now she's Satan's favorite,

sitting on his lap.

She's probably sitting on his big spike right now.

There's some things that you shouldn't joke about.

Go to bed, Mouse.

My name's Melissa.

All right, Melissa.

Go to bed.

Before I cut your tail off.

So this place, Hull House,

it still exists?

Oh, yeah. Right at the end of Old Hull Road.

Every so often, some kids venture out there on a dare.

Some of them come back

insisting that Angela is still in the house

searching for her missing party guests.

Some claim to have actually heard the swooshing

of her long black wedding dress

as it sweeps against the mildewed walls.

Others claim to have actually seen her,

now a demon floating through the long dark hallways,

and some never come back at all.

Oh, right.

Are you scared?

You wish.

Lights out.

Mouse.

Mouse, wake up.

Angela?

Am I dreaming?

No, you're not dreaming, silly.

I'm right here, see?

Smile, sis!

Mouse!

Come on.

Terri.

En garde.

Coup. Coul.

Tierc.

Touch.

Who is it?

It's Father Bob, Sister.

Come in.

Good morning, Sister Gloria.

Oh, good morning.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Come in.

What can I do for you, Father?

Well, um, the reason I stopped by is

I wanted to talk to you about the school dance tonight.

School dance?

Yes, I thought it would be a great opportunity

for the kids to, well, cut loose for a change.

Cut loose?

Yes, you know.

Burn up some of that youthful exuberance

by having the kids get more involved in running the dance

and take some responsibility for creating their own fun.

What do you think?

Well, Father, these children are troubled

and the parents send them here for discipline.

No, Sister.

No, Sister, their parents send them here

in order for us to help them adjust

in growing up with the pressures of today's world.

What they need to learn is responsibility,

not discipline.

But I've been running the Halloween dance for 15 years now.

Precisely!

Now, all I'm asking is for a little fresh input from the kids.

Input? Father Edward would never have--

Father Edward is in Somalia, Sister.

Now, if you'd like, I'm sure I could arrange a transfer to his clinic.

Have you been vaccinated for malaria?

St. Rita's is my home, Father.

Well, then, I'm sure you'll make every effort

to make it a happy one...

for all of us, including the kids.

Look, just work with them, Sister.

Is that too much to ask?

Whatever you say, Father.

Good.

Hi, there.

You're Melissa, right?

Yeah.

Are you going to the dance?

Dance?

Yeah, you know, the big Halloween dance.

Maybe I'll see you there.

I can't believe Mouse is Angela's sister.

Yeah, well, after she wakes up with a few more of those screaming nightmares,

maybe then you'll believe it.

Does she do that often?

Just about every other night.

What a freak.

Hey, Mouse is all right.

She's just had it a little rough, that's all.

A little rough? Yeah.

So who hasn't?

Well, listen to this.

About a year ago her parents received

a weird Halloween card.

It was homemade and really creepy,

like, decorated with dead bugs and dried blood.

It was totally disgusting.

Anyway, it was signed by Angela.

They really took it hard.

Everyone tried to convince them that it was just a really bad joke,

but they swore that it was her signature.

That night, they both committed suicide.

Suicide?

That's why she's here.

She's an orphan.

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