Synopsis: Four musicians on their way to a late night band meeting are subjected to strange phantasmal forces that propel them on a late night supernatural journey. It's the strangest night they have ever encountered, one they will never forget.
Genre: Horror, Short
6 min

- Babe.

- Mmm.

- Lizzie.

- Mmm.

Hey, would you

sing for me?

- No. Mmm.

- Come on, please.


I'm tired, Peter.

- Baby, come on, just one.

- Peter.


# Take me to the moon, baby

# Take me to the stars

# Yeah, 'cause you know that

# You're mine, baby

# You know that you are

It's never not funny.

- You really like it.

- I love it.

- Mmm. Love you.

- Mmm.

- Oh, yeah.

- Mmm.

Joyce, off the bed.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.


He stole my fucking watch.

It's too late to be calling, Andie.


The guy that I met at the

Hairy Lemon. We had sex,

he stole my watch, which cost

more than his fucking car.

Um, I think I have your watch.


You left it here when you

went to the beach.


No. No, f*ck it, it's my Dad's.

I don't give a shit.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

No. Wait.

Can I come over? Still feels like

this guy stole the watch.

Hey, dog.

Didn't realize you'd

stayed over last night.

Hmm. I should just rent out

a room from you guys.


Hey, you want a muffin?

I got the gross zucchini kind you like.

You know, I had a friend who went

through eight rounds of IVF

before she got pregnant.

Okay, maybe it wasn't eight.

It was more like two.

What are you talking about?

We should probably get going.

I don't want you to be

late for therapy.

Therapy. I can't believe

you're in therapy.

I just don't understand why you

have to tell her everything.

I don't tell her everything.

Well, she knows we're doing

another round of IVF,

which, by the way,

was news to me.

I mean, how are we

even gonna pay for it?

We couldn't afford it

the last three times.

Well, I could do

some more tutoring.

That barely covers groceries.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You know, you don't have to drive

such an expensive car, Peter.

Well, I have an image to present

to my clients.


I have said from the start that I would

always be straight with you both.

And I'm willing

to stroke the shaft,

but I'm not gonna

cradle the balls.

Because, the thing is, this is, um...

This is boring.

Yeah. Really, I've been watching

the two of you.

You're drowning in the sea

of boring bullshit,

and I am choking on the fumes.

I mean, you have been coming

in here, I don't know, maybe,

well, over a year,

and I don't think any of us

have really said anything.

It's like we're talking about

the weather every week.

News flash, it's LA. It's always sunny.

Nobody gives a f*ck.

So, let's focus on something else.

Thank you, Dr. Grayson, thank you.

Previous owner was a professor

of botany, and he...

You can tell he took care of

his garden, and rightfully so,

considering the beautiful vista.

You would probably spend

a lot of time back here.

Now this... No, you don't

want to get wet?

Hi. This house just went on the market,

and considering its beauty,

it is probably gonna

go pretty fast.

Where's the pool?

I'm sorry?

This isn't a pool.

It's a fucking petri dish.

Hey, Pete!

Don't sweat it.

I know you'll bring the

magic next time.

Ciao, bella.

Douche bag.

Okay, so let's try,

"He knows her".

Il la connait.

Tres bien, monsieur.

That's great.

Let's beach it up, bitch.

I'm just finishing up

here with Justin.

Admit it, you're totally pulling a Mary

Kay Letourneau. Could you shut up?

What? I want to meet him.

Can I meet him? Shh!


Get it away. Just ignore her.

Joyce, Joyce.

Justin, this is my friend, Andie.

Andie? Hey!


Andie, you okay?


Yeah, I'll be right out.


Do you think maybe you've

got food poisoning?


Are you warm enough?


I'm sorry, Lizzie.

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