Synopsis: Four friends on their way to Coachella stop off in Los Angeles to tour true-crime occult sites, only to encounter a mysterious young runaway who puts them on a terrifying path to ultimate horror.
Genre: Horror
Director(s): Jeffrey G. Hunt
Production: Marvista Entertainment
Rotten Tomatoes:
85 min


Former New York socialite

Judith Case and John Raymond

are joined by Satan in unholy wedlock

before a live altar, a nude red head.

Self-ordained sorcerer,

Minister Anton LaVey

presided at

the San Francisco ceremony.

As the worst man looks on,

the blessings of Lucifer

and Beelzebub are invoked.

The elaborate rites smacked

of publicity because next day,

the bride and groom secured

a conventional wedding license.

Two days in LA to go on

my dark tour. David has to handle it.

Two days!

Cannot believe I agreed

to this shit.

Chlo, you wanna hit off this J?

No, I'm good, thanks.

Hey, will you open

a fucking window?

LA, spread your legs.

So tired, I can barely get high.

Too dark.

Keeps burning

through that memory, Chlo.

You guys are like

a fucking Apple commercial.

Devil face.

Oh, my God, that was so KISS.

Knights In Satan's Service.

KISS worshiped pussy, not Satan.

- Hey, don't we all?

- I hate that word.

What? Seth said it, not me.

Hit him anyway, Chlo, they love it.

Where the f*ck are we?

Good evening, Los Angeles.

And we are officially lost.

Damn it.

The arrow shows Flower.

Is this Flower?

No, this is Santa Fe.

Hey, should we get back

on the highway?

Are you sure you had the GPS on?

I don't know, do I?

Nope, 'cause I'm an idiot.

Ah... ha-ha, there she is.

Welcome back, Kim.

I'm sorry, you call her Kim?

Don't ask.

Okay, hello to you, too.

Junkies and whores.

Welcome to La La Land, darling.

Right, there it is.

Let's get the hell out of here.


Elise Stevens.

Two nights, right?

Yeah, and specifically

requested room 204.

Laney Gore bled on the floor in 204.

- That's the shit, bro.

- So the shit.

Who the hell's Laney Gore?

One of many surprises

we have in store.

!' Play nice.

I am playing nice.


- Oh, my God.

- Wow.

- Smell that asbestos.

- Oh, wow.

Nice. What a shit hole.

Oh, my God. Look at this.

Seth, I think

this is where it happened.

- Matches the photograph, right?

- Yeah.

Hey, this isn't a suite,

it's a dump.

Why did we pay an extra 20?

Room 204.

Laney Gore slit her throat here.

- What?

- Yep.

1972. One of the early sisters

of LaVey's Church of Satan.

Check out the bloodstains

like wet paint.

Oh, my God. It is the same.

David, look.

Yeah. Fucking awesome.

Hey, why are we here

and not Coachella?

Because Chloe's my best friend

and you're on her leash. Okay?

- And you're on mine, bitch.

- You wish, bitch.

Hey, you guys

really want to stay here?

- Yeah.

- Darling, this is why we came.


- Yeah.

- Yeah.

David, are you okay with this?

- He can't hear you.

- He's sleeping.

Get back here!

Oh, my savior.

Nice neighbors we have.

Yeah, this place

is a squatter's paradise.

You get a needle at check-in.


I thought I felt something

a while ago, but...

Yeah. Well, maybe that

was just Milton Bradley

- pocketing your 20 bucks.

- I felt something.

- I swear to God.

- Ask it something.


Who are you?

Are you Laney Gore?

What do you decree?

"What do you decree?"


Oh, my God, Seth,

you're totally doing that.

I'm not.

What do you want? What do you want?

What do you want?



Oh, my God, it's like

we're thinking the same thing!

Seth! You little fucking prick!

Fucking goth troll.

- Yeah, my goth troll.

- Bullshit.

Come on, it's cool.

It's not cool,

nobody's taking this seriously!

Okay. Sorry, your bullshit

Satanic tourism,

- I have to take this seriously?

- It's not Satanic tourism,

it's about understanding

the dark natures.

Wow, that's very

Aleister Crowley of you.

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