Inside an obscured house lingers a segment of TVs covered with VHS tapes, an agnostic altar to failed to remember simple divine beings. The screens pop and pop unendingly with monochrome vistas of static background noise the cerebrum and hazing fixation. In any case, you should battle the inclination to unwind: this is no simple film night. Those outdated spools contain something other than attractive tape. They are engraved with the actual soul of evil.