Night of the Werewolves (2025)

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She couldn't pinpoint exactly

when she started doing it.

It was just something she

did every day, like a hobby.

Some girls like makeup,

others play sports,

Alice was into

something a little different.

(upbeat music)

- Burying roadkill

wasn't a choice for Alice.

It was an addiction,

a moral compulsion.

All God's creatures deserved

a respectful memorial.

And she was called to preside

over their little funerals.

Now Alice was used to

seeing mangled piles of limbs

and blood soaked fur,

but she had never seen

anything like this before.

(upbeat music)

But Alice didn't discriminate.

She buried anything

and everything,

no matter how strange.

We all look weird

when we're dead.

An eerie feeling

washed over Alice

as she walked away

from the fresh grave.

But that emotion

quickly evaporated

when she stumbled upon

something else in the cemetery,

a ticket to the movies,

"Werewolf Wednesday"

at the Brazos Cinema.

Some cinematic escapism

was just what Alice needed.

She wasn't feeling

quite herself lately.

The solitude of the

cool dark theater

would alleviate the discomfort.

(dramatic music)

It was getting late.

Alice was expected home by now.

Just stick to the

road she told herself.

She soon realized that

would be impossible.

Alice always wondered what the

old hotel looked like inside.

It was gutted

and slowly rotting.

She feared she might

suffer the same fate.

Growing up, she

heard the ghost stories

surrounding the hotel.

But those spirits were no match

for what was following her.

Alice knew her

fate was inevitable.

She carved her own

cross with her addiction.

She didn't give that

strange creature peace

when she buried

it in the cemetery.

She pissed it off,

or so she thought.

Alice never left the

theater that afternoon.

The monster was a hallucination,

a figment of her imagination.

Probably an effect of

the rabies she contracted

weeks ago from

one of her animals.

Let this be a cautionary tale.

Good intentions

pave the way to hell.

- Leave him alone,

he's just a boy.

- Boy.

- We were all just boys once.

(crying)

No, please.

Please don't...

Arno!

- Who's there?

- Arno!

- Love me! k*ll me!

Love me! k*ll me!

Love me! k*ll me!

Love me! k*ll...

- When I was a boy, I

walked into the darkness,

into the forest after

dusk, looking for my father.

What I learned was

that I did not walk

into the darkness at all,

but I walked into the

gates of hell instead.

My father had warned me

of a man that walked

the wilderness,

that prayed in the night

on those that wandered,

a cannibal in the trees.

The morning I found my father,

I learned that it was not a man,

not a man at all.

No man was capable of

what they did to my father.

This was not a man.

This was something

else entirely.

(screaming)

(screaming)

- Do you like it?

- I do.

- When I was a boy,

the beast k*lled my father.

As a man, it took

away my wife and son.

It took from me all

that has ever mattered

and all that mattered most.

It left me with only one option,

to k*ll it once and for all.

This abomination has an

insatiable craving for flesh.

It thirsts for blood, so

blood is what I shall give it.

I will feed its wants

and I will feed its needs

and bring it to my door.

And once it's there,

I will take my blade

and carve a hole in its chest

and I will feed it its

own f*cking heart.

Welcome to hell.

- Father.

- Oh God, no.

No, no!

No!

- You k*lled me!

You k*lled my mother!

- No, didn't I try?

- I tried.

- No.

- You didn't even

bother to try to save us!

- Let this man die!

- I tried to sa...

This isn't real.

- Look at you.

- No, you're not my boy!

- No, you're not my boy!

No, no!

- You're my boy!

You're not my boy!

You're not my son!

Arno!

Arno!

- Come on, you son of a b*tch.

- Warning!

This film is not for

the faint of heart

or the faint of heart.

If you want zombies,

vampires, or good taste,

then you're sh*t out

of luck and leave now.

Are you brave enough to

endure the cinematic depravity?

Shock, awe, gratuitous

violence awaits.

And if you're here with a child,

what the f*ck is wrong with you?

I give you Wolf Gee.

Gee, Wolf Gee, a scary movie.

(evil laughter)

(screaming)

- You're so weird.

- Answer the question.

Who is sexier?

The prince or the beast?

- They're the same person.

- Stop avoiding the question.

The beast.

What? He just

looks better hairy.

- You're a fool.

- You're insecure.

You're a nut really.

- A little bit.

I had a really

nice time tonight.

You know what! It was fun.

Hm... Do you wanna?

- Yeah!

Is that thing silver?

- Oh, this?

No, it's from palma...

Take it off.

I mean I can take it home.

But... you know what I mean.

No, James. This is important.

My flatmate.

- Hm, hm.

- My flatmate is a werewolf.

- Yeah, I'm quite alright.

Take it off.

No, no. Wrong door.

Oh, the belly of the beast.

- Shut up! This way.

Sorry, I keep forgetting

to charge this stupid thing.

Yeah, that's alright.

No one's going to disturb us.

- Where is loo?

- Through the kitchen.

Right.

- Where's the kitchen?

- Next to the

bishop, my granddad.

Your granddad?

Your granddad was Stalin?

- No, that's my granddad.

- No, he isn't.

I need the loo.

Did you go to the loo?

Yeah.

What's wrong?

I thought we locked

the door, right?

I didn't think it

was a werewolf.

I know.

Okay, there's a

UV light in the hallway.

I need to just go and get it.

What are you gonna do?

Follow the plan.

We need to get

him back to his room.

Maybe he'll just go away.

He's still out there.

I've got an idea.

But I paid for dinner.

He paid for drinks.

Yeah, paid for the drinks.

Paid for your drinks.

And they were delicious.

Okay, find the UV light.

It should scare him away

without hurting him too much.

Ready?

Can I get a kiss for good luck?

I think he's gone.

Is there a UV

thing in your pocket

or are you just

pleased to see me?

Both.

Excellent.

Is that supposed

to be this house?

Yeah.

Right.

What is that?

- Picture room with my granddad.

Stalin.

Forget it.

Did you sign it?

This is what we're gonna do.

Where did he go?

What did you do to him?

I didn't do anything.

Maybe just choked on

some feathers or something.

Gary.

- Gary.

Shut up.

Gary, we talked about this.

You can't be in the

flat when you change.

Your room or outside only.

Jess.

- No, no, no.

Don't you charge anything?

You're not helping.

Jess.

It's the necklace.

It's silver.

I told you to take that off.

I don't care.

Just get him off me.

What are you doing?

- Just trust me.

Turn it back on.

I can't.

It's dead.

You don't say.

Grab the light.

I think you're right.

Hi. Hi. Gary, by the way.

How are you both?

I'm fine, obviously.

It was great meeting you.

We should do that

again sometime or...

Yeah, I'll clean this up.

Would you like to go out again?

Okay.