Synopsis: When a group of high school students dig into their town's infamous past they unwittingly unlock an Evil that corrupts and destroys them. Possessing its victims through video playback and using them for malevolent purposes, it closes in on one specific soul, threatening to expose the town's deepest, darkest secret.
Genre: Horror, Thriller
Director(s): Michael A. Nickles
Production: Magnolia Releasing
Rotten Tomatoes:
98 min


(flies buzzing)

(distortion, static)

(man speaking, distorted)

(dog barking, growling)

(woman screaming)

No! No, Harlan, please!

(Crying) No. No.

Please, Harlan.

Oh God.


(Shouts) Give me my baby!

No! No!

(Baby crying)

(baby whimpering) (chiming)


(siren approaching)

(static stops)

(dog barking)



(baby crying)

- Give me my baby!

Give me my... ah! F*ck!

Give me my baby please!

Save my baby, God!

Help me, God.


(car doors open)

- Man:
Don't move!

- Woman 2:
Don't move!

- Woman:
Save him, please!

- Please, God, help.

- Woman 2:
Who else is in the house?

- Save him, please!

- Man:
Put down your weapon.


Save my baby!

Woman 2:

Put the baby down!

(Baby crying)

- Save my bib!!!

Woman 2:

Put the baby down now!

Do it gently.


Hands in the air where I can see 'em.

Put your hands on your head

and get down on your

fucking knees. Now!


(Cries) No! No!

- Woman 2:
Let go of the girl!

Get your hands on the ground now!

Lie down on the ground

and put down the knife.

Woman 2:

Put that down!

- I said put that fucking knife down!

- Man:
Get down on your knees!



(Crying echoing)

(sirens approaching)

(distortion, static)


(static stops)

(man speaking, distorted)


(rock music playing)

(clicks) (camera whirring)

Wait, guys. Wait.

See, I think you should get

to the bathroom faster.

It feels way too slow during that part.

By slow she means boring.

Plus it doesn't really look

like a farmhouse.

This is supposed to

take place in a farmhouse?

I know, I know.

I'll go faster next time.

It was a rehearsal.

- That was take 12.

- DeeDee, we need more blood

on the bodies, okay?

Like... like lots of blood.

Oh. Okay.

Is this gonna come off the seats

or are we gonna have to steam clean

everything before my mom comes back?

It'll be fine.

Trust me, okay?

It's just corn syrup.

It's not gonna ruin anything.

Nate, buddy,

you gotta hide your face more.

Okay? You're playing Harlan's dad

and you look like a teenager.

Well, maybe that's

because I am a teenager.

Just hide your face, okay?

Here, give me the blood.

When's lunch?

Aren't there rules...

(laughs) about when

you're supposed to feed your crew?

Hey, ordered pizza

like a half hour ago.

You got any beer to go with it?

'Cause I could use

a fucking buzz right about now.

No. No beer.

We shouldn't even be doing this here.

Mom's gonna die

when she finds out about all this.

DeeDee, Mom's not gonna

find out about this.

- All right?

- Guys guys,

Come on. Please. All right?

This is gonna be great.

It would be really great

if Brianna's head

- was in the toilet at the end.

- Screw you, Scorsese.

I'm not putting my head

in the fucking toilet.

- DeeDee:
Take 13.


- Action.

- You don't have to.

- Say you're sorry...

- Boy:
DeeDee, really.

- Come on, get out of the shot.

- Sorry.

You never mean it

when you say you're sorry.

No no no no no, no no no no no.

'Cause you don't have

to say "No guts, no glory".

No time to worry, no happy ending.

To your story.

(Doorbell chimes)

- Yay! The pizza's here.


Come on. Really?


Does the truth bend

depending on what prism

you look through?

Is there a truth?

To a good journalist,

that is the constant question.

There always has to be

that pang of doubt.

That doubt is what pushes you

further into your story.

Dig deeper.

Okay, who's up next?


"The Secret Bridges of Marshall."


(people chattering)

(whistle tweets)

- Go, Riley!

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