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Lila, a veterinarian haunted by her sister Emily’s brutal murder in 1995, arrives in Vegas for her best friend’s bachelorette party. When a hospital scare delays her friends, Lila spends the first night alone until she spots a man in a bar she believes is Emily’s killer, the notorious “Spike Killer.” Driven by rage, she lures him to her Airbnb, drugs him, and buries him alive in the Nevada desert. But the next day, as her friends arrive, the man she buried returns, dragging her into his truck for a confrontation. He claims he’s not the killer but the twin of the real culprit, long dead. As they head back to Vegas, Lila reveals details about her friends, unaware of the bloodstained spiked rod hidden beneath her seat; or that her captor’s twin story is a lie, and he’s been the killer all along, now targeting her and her friends.
Carol's husband is missing. Her best friend Laura comes to stay with her while the police are searching for Roger. Soon, things go from bad to worse as the fabric of reality begins to unravel for Carol.
She escaped a suffocating and abusive marriage through the "death" of her ex-husband, Randall Strong. Now he is back and knocking at her door, demanding retribution.
You're dead to me but not in the literal sense of the phrase. To everyone else you're very much alive. The life and soul of the party, a lifeline to those in need. But now you're back in my life and I might have to bury you for real.
Not all marriages are perfect. And nothing stays buried forever...
The man she had buried was back and knocking. Paula looked through the door visor and blinked. How could this be? She had raised their son and sent him off to university, lived through birthdays and Christmases, weddings and illness, all on her own. Life had moved on without him, and now here he was. Mark’s voice cut through the numbness that was already rising. ‘Open up, love, it’s me. I’m soaked and it’s bloody cold out here.’
Her hand hovered over the lock. This man looked like Mark and sounded like him, even stood like him, but there was something in his posture, in the way his shoulders hunched as if time had never passed, that did not feel quite right. But before she could decide what to do, he bent down, lifted the garden gnome, and retrieved the spare key she had forgotten was still there. The door rattled open under his hand. Paula took two steps back and placed one hand over her heart, which thudded like a slow drum.
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Friends go out to a bar to have a few drinks. Man tries to buy them a drink none of them reciprocate he gets mad.
