Trace: A Hilarious Descent into Demonology
Gather ’round, horror fans and paranormal enthusiasts, because we’re diving headfirst into the chaotic world of Trace. Imagine a group of friends, equipped with nothing but a penchant for the supernatural and a questionable understanding of the phrase “if it bleeds, we can kill it.” What could possibly go wrong?
Our story kicks off with a band of thrill-seekers, each more skeptical than the last, deciding to dabble in a little EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon) experimentation. Because, you know, what could be more fun than inviting spirits to chit-chat while your friend’s mom is trying to get some sleep upstairs? Spoiler alert: everything goes wrong. And by ‘everything,’ I mean they accidentally crack open a gateway to hell, welcoming a demon who clearly took the wrong turn at Albuquerque.
Meet the Demon (Who Needs a Better PR Team)
Once they’ve pulled the proverbial ‘open sesame’ on the demon door, our friends are introduced to their uninvited guest—a hulking, shadowy figure who’s not just here for a chat. This demon, let’s call him “Fritz” (because why not?), didn’t bring cookies; he brought chaos, torment, and a laundry list of demands that would make a landlord blush.
Friendship: Tested and Demonic
The real kicker? Our group of friends, who previously couldn’t agree on pizza toppings, suddenly find themselves in a battle for their lives. As they go from ghost-hunting giggles to screaming at each other over who forgot to say “thank you” to the demon (seriously, etiquette matters even in hell), the tension mounts. Just when you think they might get their act together, one friend decides to take a *selfie* with Fritz. Spoiler alert: bad idea. The demon does not appreciate being tagged.
Twists, Turns, and a Dash of Exorcism
Just when you think this horror flick is spiraling into a comedy, you get hit with a twist that would make M. Night Shyamalan proud. It turns out, one of the friends has a *dark secret*—they’re actually a medium! Cue the dramatic music as they try to negotiate with Fritz, who, by the way, is not interested in your therapy sessions. Cue the hilariously awkward attempts at exorcism that leave you wondering if they’ve been binge-watching too many ghost-hunting shows.
Conclusion: Don’t Call Ghostbusters
As the film wraps up, we’re left with a whirlwind of supernatural shenanigans, unintentional laughs, and a lesson that perhaps messing with the afterlife is best left to the professionals. The friends emerge battered, bruised, and with a newfound appreciation for *no* supernatural experiments. And Fritz? He’s left to sulk back into the shadows, probably reconsidering his life choices after being disrespected by a group of amateurs.
So, if you’re looking for a film that blends horror with humor and reminds us to check our friends’ credentials before summoning demons, Trace is your ticket. Just remember, if you’re going to play with EVP, at least have a plan B—like pizza and a good horror film that doesn’t involve opening portals to hell!