(intense music)
(muffled dance music)
- Reading that creepy shit again?
- It's for my thesis, and you know it.
- Hey why aren't you dressed?
The limo's four minutes away.
- You guys know I gotta study, or McMillan will flunk me.
- Please.
You don't even have to try.
He passes you every semester for looking the way you do.
- Shut up.
He is not like that.
- You say you like being a Delti Phi,
but then you always do this.
You owe us, bitch.
- And how stupid do you think we are?
Have fun, Luke.
- Guilty.
- You'll find it in your hearts to forgive me.
- Mhm.
(muffled dance music)
- Why are you so cute?
- Genetics. - Genetics?
- Yeah. - Oh, shut up.
(laughs)
Hello?
Luke.
Shit.
Luke!
(dramatic music)
Luke!
(somber music)
(match crackling)
(ominous music)
(door creaking)
(intense music)
(screaming)
Luke?
Oh my god. You look dead.
God, you look fucking terrible.
Luke, Luke, Luke, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Luke, I know it wasn't her, but I swear.
I swear it wasn't me either.
(screaming)
- How do you feel?
- Beautiful.
So, was it her?
- No, but we'll find the one.
(eerie music)