A turn of the century ritual to raise the feminine evil goes horribly awry and leaves a she demon dormant on the ceremonial grounds. Sixty years later a young couple moves into a house built on the ancient grounds and their daughter's murder leaves the house abandoned for yet another forty years. Now, six fun loving college students are hired to clean up the house for a greedy real estate mogul who plans to sell it for a large profit. They unwittingly awake the demon and only the ultimate sacrifice can save the world from a future of unspeakable evil. Written by Angela J. Lee
Max Marsh, a major film producer, comes to Buenos Aires. He plans his next epic there, with his famous star, Terri London. They arrive to the press, and murder. Terri finds Horst Krein and begins to see him . . . more and more . . . until Angelia cannot stay anymore. Angelia returns to her cult and is told to murder Max Marsh during carnival. She costumes herself as Terri does, and lures Max away, to his death. Terri is distraught, and goes to recover at home with Horst. His father arrives and very much approves the situation. Terri stays on, and Horst is bound to her by her beauty and the baby that is coming. Angelia returns to her cult filled with vengeance. Fresh blood is needed to appease the leader and his cause. The unborn blood of child. Until that time of SLAUGHTER days must be occupied, for all. The girls of Satan must live, and to them life is one of challenges and violence. They live and love, torture and kill. Horst must also play, and his wife heavy with child is no longer appealing. During the company of others Terri becomes withdrawn and finds that Horst's father is willing to offer understanding and companionship. But the time of Satan draws near, and while forces are gathered the prey sleeps. And they sleep forever. For the SLAUGHTER has ended. - pressbook synopsis
Winner of the Slamdance Horror Screenplay Competition
ffo: You're obsolete, Mario!
aughter: [holding up his gun] You got your shit? rry: Yeah, I got it. aughter: Well... I got mine... Come on!
rry: You're really far out, you know that? I mean we go out to that house and let them know we are lookin' to get killed, and all of a sudden your sittin' on top of the world like your King Shit! Man, you're weird Slaughter, I mean goddammit, you're just weird!
