Rachel? Rachel! Shit! Straight to voicemail!
Yeah, yeah, I know. You're not in right now. I know.
You're at a kick-ass Halloween party, dressed like a slut to pick up boys, so you're ignoring a call from your best friend.
Rachel, it's me. Listen, I need help. I was on my way to the party when my car just died.
It's like all the power just got sucked away.
I was taking the shortcut along the old Marsh Road. It's creepy as fuck here.
I'm gonna call AAA, but hello? Hello? What the hell?
I charged my phone before I left home. No way the battery can be dead.
Shit!
Dead car, dead phone, and dead in the middle of a spooky-ass Marsh.
One minute I'm party-bound, the next I'm starting in a bad B-movie.
At least I'm dressed for it.
Rachel is going to die when she sees me in my witch costume.
Spray on short black dress barely covers my ass.
Red tights, four-inch fuck-me-pumps.
Shit.
Four-inch heels.
And four or five miles of unpaved road.
No way I'm walking out of this.
Next year, I'm dressing up as a slutty soldier.
Or a slutty construction worker.
Somebody, anybody, who wears boots.
Maybe I could go cross-country?
Find a nature trailer or something? Yeah.
Sure.
In the dark, without a light, uh-huh.
I might as well hope for a flying broomstick.
Hey! Hey! Is that a light?
Shit! Shit it is!
Hey! Hey! You in the Marsh with a flashlight?
Hey! Over there! Over here! Over here!
Yeah, yeah. Come this way. Over to the road.
My car died. And then my phone. And...
Hey! Don't just stand there. Come over.
Please. I need help.
What is it? The costume?
I was on my way to a Halloween party.
You get that I'm not a real witch, right?
Don't you talk?
Swing the light up a bit. Show me who's there, okay?
You're freaking me out a little. Just standing there.
Oh, please don't be some swamp-dwelling rapist chainsaw hillbilly.
Wait! Where are you going? Come back!
I told you I need help.
Why are you waving the light?
You want me to, what, follow you?
Come on, pal. Look at how I'm dressed.
High heels are great for dancing, but not prancing through the swamp.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Stop, stop, stop. Don't go.
I don't want to be stuck out here all night.
Can you get me to the gas station or someplace with a phone?
Yes? No?
Can you just fucking say something?
And there he goes. Rapist chainsaw hillbilly sure are sensitive these days.
Fuck! I don't want to be out here any longer than I have to be.
Hey! Hillbilly! Come back.
I'm coming with you.
Good. Good. Thank you.
Look, you don't have to say anything. Just shine the light around. Show me the ground.
There. Yeah, yeah, yeah. There's a little bit of path.
Okay. Just a big step here and good. It's solid.
Okay, I'm... Hey, not so fast.
God damn it. It's not a race, Tarzan.
I'm going to trip or twist an ankle or...
Fuck it.
I'll just end up ruining my shoes, in a way.
I'd rather sacrifice a pair of tights than my pops.
Yeah, yeah, wait right there, Hillbilly. I'll just... let me get my shoes off.
Okay. I'm coming.
Ew. Yuck.
The ground feels so gross.
All soft and soggy.
If you stopped rushing ahead, I could walk beside you.
There's not many guys who wouldn't want a slutty witch on their arm.
How far before we get out of this?
Hey! Where'd you go? Turn the light back on.
This is not funny.
Asshole! I'm not playing games out here.
Okay. I'm heading out to my car.
I'll wait till Rachel shows up with a couple of guys from the party.
They'll play games I like.
That is if I can find my way back to the car.
Shit. Did I come around that big bush?
And were there reeds there?
It's so fucking dark.
Oh...
I don't want to step off this path.
Hey, Hillbilly. Come on. You're scaring me, okay? Please, just...
Oh, thank God. Hey, how do you get around there?
Never mind. Just show me the way back to the road.
I'll wait for my friends, okay?
Don't move. I'm coming to you.
Oh! Oh, fuck!
Right into the fucking mud in my stockinged feet.
This is so gross.
And so...
Huh?
So sticky!
Shit! It's like glue!
It's like I stepped into glue! I can't...
Fuck! I can't pull my feet!
I can't pull my feet loose!
I'm stuck! I'm...
Fuck! I'm stuck!
Okay. Okay.
Hillbilly, stop screwing around.
Give me your hand.
I'm ankle deep in some kind of super gooey mud.
Do you hear me?
I can't move. Seriously.
Damn it! I can't get out!
It's got my feet.
I really can't get out.
Oh, shit. Shit!
I'm sinking! Come on, man.
Pull me out. Pull me the fuck out!
Please! I'm sinking!
It's like I'm sinking in...
Oh.
Oh, God.
Is this...
Is this quicksand?
I'm stuck?
I'm sinking.
In quicksand?
Hillbilly, please, help me.
You gotta help me.
I can't get loose.
I can't...
Every time I try, I just sink deeper.
I can't believe I stepped into the shit.
Oh.
You bastard.
You sick fuck.
You led me here.
Why?
Oh, God.
It's over my knees.
I can't feel any bottom.
It feels so fucking sticky.
Come on, man.
Please.
Help me out.
You're scaring me.
Or is...
Or is that the point?
Scaring me?
Is that how you get off?
Huh? Fucking perv.
At least...
Have the fucking courage to show me yourself.
All I see is that light.
Wait.
The light.
It's brighter and...
It's pulsing?
Oh, my God.
It just jumped...
Closer?
There's...
Nobody holding it.
There's nobody there.
It's circling me?
Circling me as I sink.
God.
God, this muck is up to my thighs.
I gotta get out.
I gotta get out.
Oh, fuck.
Stop. Stop.
The struggling is making it worse.
Oh, it's making the light grow brighter.
It's like it's reading on how scared I am.
I know what you are.
I've read about you.
In fairy tales.
You're...
You're Willow the Wisp.
You lead people into bogs and rivers and...
Suck up their energy as they drown.
Is that what happened to my car?
My phone?
You sucked out all of the energy
to power your glow?
But I bet what you really need
is human energy.
You want me scared.
You're getting fat off my energy.
Off my fear.
There are more powerful emotions.
Why pick fear?
Because it's easy.
Or because that's what you felt.
Oh.
My. God.
You died out here.
Didn't you?
Did you die here?
In this quicksand?
Alone?
And scared?
Oh.
God, it's so sticky.
Struggling to get free?
Tell me if you did.
Pulse or flicker?
You did.
You're somewhere down beneath me.
And now,
fear is all you remember.
Oh, God.
This muck
is covering my hips.
And I still can't feel any bottom.
There's nothing under my stalking feet
but thicker,
courier mud.
I gotta get out.
I gotta get out.
I don't want to die like you.
Not in quicksand.
Swallowed up in this
soft, sucking mud.
You have to help me.
You have to help me.
Help me.
Please help me.
Please help me.
Calm down.
Calm down.
Don't feed it.
Communicate with it.
Hey.
Hey.
Can you...
Can you show me who you were?
What do you look like?
Do you remember?
Say some of
that power and...
Oh, that's bright.
That's bright.
Whoa.
Wow.
You're glowing.
Like a boy made of
light.
Naked and golden.
You weren't much older than me.
Come out here.
You won't
sink, will you?
Good.
Don't be scared.
I'm going to
touch you. Gently.
Wow.
I can feel you.
Weird.
Like
a warm,
given weight.
Can you feel me?
Pulsive...
That's
not the part I meant.
Fuck.
I'm
tits deep
in quicksand.
And Ghost Boy
is getting his
ectoplasm hard.
Fuck.
Come back. Keep your shape.
You've given me an idea.
I can show you
a better way to feel.
You've been feeding on fear.
Sucking on people's panic.
Maybe
we should reverse that.
Maybe it's time, you know,
someone sucked on
you.
Kneel down here.
In front
of me.
Good boy.
I'm
going to kiss you.
Gently.
Right there.
On your cock.
It
makes my lips tingle.
All of that energy.
Oh.
But it worked.
You're getting
hard, Ghost Boy.
I'm going
to lick you now.
Just the tip.
A lick.
And I promise.
Doesn't that
feel better
than my fear?
Now we,
we're going to make a deal.
Okay?
I'm going to show you how good
it can feel.
And after I do,
you're going to get me out of this shit.
Alright?
I'm in over my tits
and there's nothing under my stocking feet
but gunky, gluey mud.
So we don't have much time.
Island?
Island?
Island.
Wouldn't youiquish?
Island?
Island?
Island.
Island.
Island.
Island.
Island.
Island.
Island.
Island.
Come for me baby, come for me, come for me baby, come for me.
Come for me, baby.
You're so close.
I can feel you pulse.
Your cock is like electricity in my mouth.
Oh, my tongue.
Please, baby.
I'm still sinking.
Up to my neck.
Up to my neck in quicksand.
Come and save me.
Save me.
Oh, you like hearing that, huh?
Oh, shit.
Save me.
Save me, please.
I can't move.
I can't get out.
It's up to my chin.
I'm trapped, baby.
Sinking.
Helpless.
I need you to save me.
Oh, yeah.
That's it.
Save me.
Save me.
Oh, God.
Save me, please.
Please.
Please, please, please.
Save me.
Oh, yes.
Mmm.
Mmm.
Mmm.
Mmm.
Good boy.
Doesn't that feel good?
No.
No, get me out.
That was our deal.
Get me out.
Get me out.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Mmm.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, Rachel.
Hi.
How did you find me?
Oh.
Oh.
I'm back in my car.
My car.
And the engine's running.
Where's my phone?
Battery at 97%.
No.
I hope I wasn't
messing with you.
No, I was trying to...
I was not trying to drag you away from cute boys.
Great.
Great costume, by the way.
Slutty nurse really
works for you.
Mine?
A little dirty, but
not
dirty at all.
Not a drop of
mud
on my dress
or my tights
and my shoes
like they were never
off my feet.
Huh? No, I'm okay.
I must have
fallen asleep waiting for you.
I had a strange dream,
but I'm fine.
I promise. Actually,
I feel pumped full of energy.
What's that?
A light in the woods?
Yeah.
I see it.
You know what?
We should check it out.
I think there's an old trail
through there. Oh, come on.
It'll be
adventure.
This way. Grab my hand.
And take one
big step.
See? The ground is solid.
We'll just follow
the light a little ways.
See where it leads us to.
No.
Don't be frightened.