美国恐怖故事第一季

很少看美剧，唯一看过的美剧只有行尸走肉和超能家庭，行尸的讲述人性的挣扎，到后期也越来越冗余，超能家庭其实是好剧，无奈被砍，草草收尾，可见要拍好一部迷你剧是多难，更何况要把握好节奏和剧情也是很难的。

美恐的故事其实就是一个大杂烩，在鬼屋的主线上，埋下了各种恐怖故事的副线故事，巧妙的节奏把握，每一集清晰的主线故事附带过往错乱时间线的副线故事，比如被假装受伤的变态杀手残忍杀害的护士2人组，同性恋的恋人，虽然我觉得同性恋恋人这条线在后期几乎是没什么存在的必要，很显然编剧想要导出一个复杂却又精致的故事，给每个人几乎都安排了存在的必要，像护士是为了引出现代报复社会模仿变态杀手的3人组，同性恋恋人是为了引出后期V知道泰德强奸了她的母亲，以及最后装修婴儿房的血红色婴儿床也是在暗示着鬼魂与人类结婚的鬼胎，虽然这些角色其实可有可无，就算剔除了也不会让故事出现多大的问题。

不过高明的剧情难免也会有漏洞，一方面剧情明示暗示鬼魂是无法离开房子的，可是在白天不是万圣节的时候，泰德曾约本出去喝咖啡。

V和泰德联手吓唬她的同学，结果同学却不在意，还和V成为了类似好朋友的存在，剧情的过渡不够自然，而且V还轻易的原谅了泰德，并成为了男女朋友。

女仆在男人眼里是魅惑的年轻女性，在女性眼里是年老的妇女这个设定很有亮点，明示暗示着剧情的许多伏笔，但是后期说明女仆的诱惑仅仅只是为了让本拒绝诱惑，看清事实，但是女仆为什么要勾引来买房的男人？

并且为他口交？

而且她在还不清楚男人是为了要重建房子的时候勾引她，并且和康婶表明过，她认为男人能给她地位或者给予她想要的东西？

觉得剧情显然处理得不够圆润。

至于泰德，我只是觉得他是个彻头彻尾的魔鬼，烧母亲的男友致其毁容，还有杀害无辜的同学，很多人以为他在否认那些过往，不过我却觉得那是因为后来他真的爱上了V，想和V好好在一起，所以他害怕V知道，自己也选择性的遗忘了这些事情。

小阿赋予了剧情一定的悬念和惊悚故事，本来还期待她能擦出更多新剧情，结果过于早就死掉了，并且死后鬼魂也没在屋子里出现（我指的是康婶的屋子）但是被泰德残忍杀害的同学的鬼魂却留在了学校里，并且在万圣节出来找泰德，所以小阿的魂魄是去哪里了？

但是不得不否认，故事的精明安排，在这么错综复杂的故事线里能那么好的理清一切，大结局的安排其实是很光明的，只是为什么在海登杀害本的时候，V和薇薇安不出来救他呢？

前面才花了那么大的力气劝说他逃离房子，后面就不出现了，真是费解。

并且前面花了很大的力气描写了房子的第一任主人，诺拉和丈夫，后面诺拉出现，丈夫几乎就没出现，除了分娩的时候出现了，感觉前面花了很大力气描写他心理的变化和后期导致了他改造已经死掉的儿子的故事，结果他和儿子后期都是一闪而过的节奏，诺拉那么千辛万苦的想得到孩子，最后结局仅仅只是描述她得到后觉得厌烦无法去照顾而放手让薇薇安一家大团聚，这个结尾是在有点弱。

而且没什么每一个几乎入住了鬼屋的人都死光光了，除了房产中介和灵媒没有入住，仅仅只是进去作客而已，就不会被杀死，那么为什么康恩斯坦能够没事？

并且随意的出入房子？

女仆没理由的害怕她是为什么？

难道仅仅只是心里觉得对不起坦恩斯特？

这理由或许有些牵强。

不过剔除这些小bug和小细节，这个故事还是非常高明的，为什么不给5星仅仅是因为1星扣掉了这些bug和小细节，1星被夸张的剧情安排所吓到。

美恐大概是我看过最毁三观的电视剧了，鬼魂强奸女主人，却又和女主人的女儿勾搭在一起，还怀上了2个孩子，还一个是鬼一个是人，也太夸张了，海登的复生和报复，本的挣扎，全都让人瞠目结舌。

从头到尾都是sex，虽然说sex也是正常人需要的事情，但是这部剧除了恐怖和故事外，最多的就是sex了，不因为sex，本也不会出轨，薇薇安也不会搬家，也不会被泰德强奸，更不会怀上孩子。

结尾的安排确实是高明的，鬼孩子的出生，并且引出后期杀戮保姆，侧面也说明了康恩斯坦的悲剧，自己生的孩子不是畸形就是心理变态，最后接受泰德的孩子，孩子也跟泰德一样是魔鬼（不过泰德最后也从善了，得到了他自己该有的惩罚，永远都无法和V在一起）结局埋下了许多的伏笔，结果乃至第4季都没有要继续这个故事的任何表明，虽然我也觉得接下来的故事要编很难，但是我相信毁三观的编剧也没什么编不出来的。

康丝坦斯不是鬼，还活着。

但因为她的孩子们，她始终住在“隔壁”，因为她的孩子们也住着她的“隔壁”。

她有三个孩子，小波先天残疾，患有呼吸道感染之类的病，鬼脸人（被火烧伤的那位）当时是康丝坦斯的男人，为了减轻小波的痛苦而用枕头把他杀死在阁楼里。

康丝坦斯的原配丈夫由于和女佣通奸，康杀了自己的丈夫和女佣，男的被绞碎了喂了狗，没能还魂，所以一直没出现过。

女佣被埋在院子里，也就是那个亭子下边。

康丝坦斯的另一个儿子，泰特，浇汽油烧伤了自己的继爸，也就是鬼脸人，然后枪杀了图书馆里素不相识的甲乙丙丁张三李四等；泰特被警察射杀在鬼屋的房间里。

她的另一个女儿，丑兮兮但心肠很好的小阿，一开片盯着鬼屋看并且警告那对双胞胎丑男孩，是因为她能看到各种鬼魂，她经常跑进鬼屋，是因为她所谓的“朋友”都住在那。

但她后来在万圣节晚上被车撞死了。

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－外科医生：在地下室为各种女人堕胎，后来自己的孩子由于被报复而被杀害，医生将其肢解拼凑力图救活自己的孩子，但救活的孩子又被美丽而忧伤的妻子以为“他不是人，是怪物”而再次杀死，接着她把医生枪杀了自己也吞枪自杀，然后阴魂不散一直在鬼屋里寻找自己的孩子。

牙医：也在地下室里为各种女人补牙或其它手术，大丽花试图用自己的身体来付补牙费用，但被医生弄晕后强暴并意外死亡，这里已经是鬼的外科医生出现了，帮助牙医将大丽花的尸体分成2段，并做了个“微笑手术”后将尸体抛弃。

痛恨护士的变态男将胖护士淹死在鬼屋二楼的浴缸里，将年轻的瘦护士捆绑起来从背后将其刺死，而他自己呢？

剧中似乎没有交待，也或者是我看漏了。

鬼脸人的脸并不是自己纵火烧死妻子和2个女儿后再烧伤自己的。

他的妻子是由于听到自己的丈夫说要将隔壁的康丝坦斯弄进来当女主人，而悲痛地纵火将2个女儿烧死，当然也烧死了自己。

一辈子好基友的那两个GAY，死于已经是鬼的泰特之手。

鬼脸人连同男主角，杀了小三海登，将其与女佣埋在同一个坑里，也就是后院的亭子下边。

女佣杀了来买房的“波斯人”，是因为新买家准备推倒鬼屋盖公寓，会让一众鬼等没有居处。

小三海登杀了康丝坦斯的小白脸，是因为羡慕嫉妒恨，而鬼脸人认为对康丝坦斯有爱，而主动承担了杀小白脸的罪名。

泰特爱上了男主角的女儿，也就是小清新装扮的小瓦，但小瓦有一个通奸的父亲，有一个高龄受孕并不坚强的母亲，在学校受欺负，在家被鬼吓，终于问题少女吞药自杀而死，也变成了鬼，在最后一集体现出来了。

女主角肚子里的双胞胎，其中一个是泰特的，搞不懂的是泰特是不是也变态的，居然让自己所爱的小瓦的妈妈怀孕了。

泰特还杀了除西害的杀虫人，是因为杀虫人发现了小瓦的尸体。

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－第一季第10集看完，目前就是男主角、女主角、黑人保安、康丝坦斯，以及灵媒女，不是鬼以外，其它都是鬼。

剧情有点拖拉，剪辑有点乱，但还是值得一看的。

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－不知道我剧透得对不对，欢迎拍砖哈。

（by Charlotte Perkins Gilman）It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer.A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity--but that would be asking too much of fate!Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it.Else, why should it be let so cheaply? And why have stood so long untenanted?John laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage.John is practical in the extreme. He has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition, and he scoffs openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures.John is a physician, and PERHAPS--(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)--PERHAPS that is one reason I do not get well faster.You see he does not believe I am sick!And what can one do?If a physician of high standing, and one's own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression--a slight hysterical tendency--what is one to do?My brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing.So I take phosphates or phosphites--whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to "work" until I am well again.Personally, I disagree with their ideas.Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good.But what is one to do?I did write for a while in spite of them; but it DOES exhaust me a good deal--having to be so sly about it, or else meet with heavy opposition.I sometimes fancy that my condition if I had less opposition and more society and stimulus--but John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad.So I will let it alone and talk about the house.The most beautiful place! It is quite alone, standing well back from the road, quite three miles from the village. It makes me think of English places that you read about, for there are hedges and walls and gates that lock, and lots of separate little houses for the gardeners and people.There is a DELICIOUS garden! I never saw such a garden--large and shady, full of box-bordered paths, and lined with long grape-covered arbors with seats under them.There were greenhouses, too, but they are all broken now.There was some legal trouble, I believe, something about the heirs and coheirs; anyhow, the place has been empty for years.That spoils my ghostliness, I am afraid, but I don't care--there is something strange about the house--I can feel it.I even said so to John one moonlight evening, but he said what I felt was a DRAUGHT, and shut the window.I get unreasonably angry with John sometimes. I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.But John says if I feel so, I shall neglect proper self-control; so I take pains to control myself--before him, at least, and that makes me very tired. I don't like our room a bit. I wanted one downstairs that opened on the piazza and had roses all over the window, and such pretty old-fashioned chintz hangings! but John would not hear of it.He said there was only one window and not room for two beds, and no near room for him if he took another.He is very careful and loving, and hardly lets me stir without special direction.I have a schedule prescription for each hour in the day; he takes all care from me, and so I feel basely ungrateful not to value it more.He said we came here solely on my account, that I was to have perfect rest and all the air I could get. "Your exercise depends on your strength, my dear," said he, "and your food somewhat on your appetite; but air you can absorb all the time." So we took the nursery at the top of the house.It is a big, airy room, the whole floor nearly, with windows that look all ways, and air and sunshine galore. It was nursery first and then playroom and gymnasium, I should judge; for the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls.The paint and paper look as if a boys' school had used it. It is stripped off--the paper--in great patches all around the head of my bed, about as far as I can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I never saw a worse paper in my life.One of those sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin.It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide--plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.The color is repelllent, almost revolting; a smouldering unclean yellow, strangely faded by the slow-turning sunlight.It is a dull yet lurid orange in some places, a sickly sulphur tint in others.No wonder the children hated it! I should hate it myself if I had to live in this room long.There comes John, and I must put this away,he hates to have me write a word.We have been here two weeks, and I haven't felt like writing before, since that first day.I am sitting by the window now, up in this atrocious nursery, and there is nothing to hinder my writing as much as I please, save lack of strength.John is away all day, and even some nights when his cases are serious. I am glad my case is not serious!But these nervous troubles are dreadfully depressing.John does not know how much I really suffer. He knows there is noREASON to suffer, and that satisfies him.Of course it is only nervousness. It does weigh on me so not to do myduty in any way!I meant to be such a help to John, such a real rest and comfort, andhere I am a comparative burden already!Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able,to dress and entertain, and other things.It is fortunate Mary is so good with the baby. Such a dear baby!And yet I CANNOT be with him, it makes me so nervous.I suppose John never was nervous in his life. He laughs at me so about this wall-paper!At first he meant to repaper the room, but afterwards he said that I was letting it get the better of me, and that nothing was worse for a nervous patient than to give way to such fancies.He said that after the wall-paper was changed it would be the heavy bedstead, and then the barred windows, and then that gate at the head of the stairs, and so on."You know the place is doing you good," he said, "and really, dear, I don't care to renovate the house just for a three months' rental.""Then do let us go downstairs," I said, "there are such pretty rooms there."Then he took me in his arms and called me a blessed little goose, and said he would go down to the cellar, if I wished, and have it whitewashed into the bargain.But he is right enough about the beds and windows and things.It is an airy and comfortable room as any one need wish, and, of course, I would not be so silly as to make him uncomfortable just for a whim.I'm really getting quite fond of the big room, all but that horrid paper.Out of one window I can see the garden, those mysterious deepshaded arbors, the riotous old-fashioned flowers, and bushes and gnarly trees.Out of another I get a lovely view of the bay and a little private wharf belonging to the estate. There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the house. I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that with my imaginative power and habit of story-making, a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies, and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the tendency. So I try.I think sometimes that if I were only well enough to write a little it would relieve the press of ideas and rest me.But I find I get pretty tired when I try.It is so discouraging not to have any advice and companionship aboutmy work. When I get really well, John says we will ask Cousin Henry and Julia down for a long visit; but he says he would as soon put fireworks in my pillow-case as to let me have those stimulating people about now.I wish I could get well faster.But I must not think about that. This paper looks to me as if it KNEW what a vicious influence it had!There is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside down.I get positively angry with the impertinence of it and the everlastingness. Up and down and sideways they crawl, and those absurd, unblinking eyes are everywhere. There is one place where two breadths didn't match, and the eyes go all up and down the line, one a little higher than the other.I never saw so much expression in an inanimate thing before, and we all know how much expression they have! I used to lie awake as a child and get more entertainment and terror out of blank walls and plain furniture than most children could find in a toy store.I remember what a kindly wink the knobs of our big, old bureau used to have, and there was one chair that always seemed like a strong friend.I used to feel that if any of the other things looked too fierce I could always hop into that chair and be safe.The furniture in this room is no worse than inharmonious, however, for we had to bring it all from downstairs. I suppose when this was used as a playroom they had to take the nursery things out, and no wonder! I never saw such ravages as the children have made here.The wall-paper, as I said before, is torn off in spots, and it sticketh closer than a brother--they must have had perseverance as well as hatred.Then the floor is scratched and gouged and splintered, the plaster itself is dug out here and there, and this great heavy bed which is all we found in the room, looks as if it had been through the wars.But I don't mind it a bit--only the paper. There comes John's sister. Such a dear girl as she is, and so careful of me! I must not let her find me writing.She is a perfect and enthusiastic housekeeper, and hopes for no better profession. I verily believe she thinks it is the writing which made me sick!But I can write when she is out, and see her a long way off from these windows.There is one that commands the road, a lovely shaded winding road, and one that just looks off over the country. A lovely country, too, full of great elms and velvet meadows.This wall-paper has a kind of sub-pattern in a different shade, a particularly irritating one, for you can only see it in certain lights, and not clearly then.But in the places where it isn't faded and where the sun is just so--I can see a strange, provoking, formless sort of figure, that seems to skulk about behind that silly and conspicuous front design.There's sister on the stairs!Well, the Fourth of July is over! The people are gone and I am tiredout. John thought it might do me good to see a little company, so we just had mother and Nellie and the children down for a week.Of course I didn't do a thing. Jennie sees to everything now.But it tired me all the same.John says if I don't pick up faster he shall send me to Weir Mitchell inthe fall.But I don't want to go there at all. I had a friend who was in his handsonce, and she says he is just like John and my brother, only more so! Besides, it is such an undertaking to go so far.I don't feel as if it was worth while to turn my hand over for anything,and I'm getting dreadfully fretful and querulous.I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.Of course I don't when John is here, or anybody else, but when I amalone.And I am alone a good deal just now. John is kept in town very oftenby serious cases, and Jennie is good and lets me alone when I want her to.So I walk a little in the garden or down that lovely lane, sit on the porch under the roses, and lie down up here a good deal.I'm getting really fond of the room in spite of the wall-paper. Perhaps BECAUSE of the wall-paper.It dwells in my mind so!I lie here on this great immovable bed--it is nailed down, I believe-- and follow that pattern about by the hour. It is as good as gymnastics, I assure you. I start, we'll say, at the bottom, down in the corner over there where it has not been touched, and I determine for the thousandth time that I WILL follow that pointless pattern to some sort of a conclusion.I know a little of the principle of design, and I know this thing was not arranged on any laws of radiation, or alternation, or repetition, or symmetry, or anything else that I ever heard of.It is repeated, of course, by the breadths, but not otherwise.Looked at in one way each breadth stands alone, the bloated curves and flourishes--a kind of "debased Romanesque" with delirium tremens-- go waddling up and down in isolated columns of fatuity.But, on the other hand, they connect diagonally, and the sprawling outlines run off in great slanting waves of optic horror, like a lot of wallowing seaweeds in full chase.The whole thing goes horizontally, too, at least it seems so, and I exhaust myself in trying to distinguish the order of its going in that direction.They have used a horizontal breadth for a frieze, and that adds wonderfully to the confusion.There is one end of the room where it is almost intact, and there, when the crosslights fade and the low sun shines directly upon it, I can almost fancy radiation after all,--the interminable grotesques seem to form around a common centre and rush off in headlong plunges of equal distraction.It makes me tired to follow it. I will take a nap I guess. I don't know why I should write this.I don't want to.I don't feel able.And I know John would think it absurd. But I MUST say what I feel and think in some way--it is such a relief!But the effort is getting to be greater than the relief.Half the time now I am awfully lazy, and lie down ever so much.John says I musn't lose my strength, and has me take cod liver oil andlots of tonics and things, to say nothing of ale and wine and rare meat. Dear John! He loves me very dearly, and hates to have me sick. I tried to have a real earnest reasonable talk with him the other day, and tell him how I wish he would let me go and make a visit to Cousin Henry and Julia.But he said I wasn't able to go, nor able to stand it after I got there; and I did not make out a very good case for myself, for I was crying before I had finished.It is getting to be a great effort for me to think straight. Just this nervous weakness I suppose.And dear John gathered me up in his arms, and just carried me upstairs and laid me on the bed, and sat by me and read to me till it tired my head.He said I was his darling and his comfort and all he had, and that I must take care of myself for his sake, and keep well.He says no one but myself can help me out of it, that I must use my will and self-control and not let any silly fancies run away with me.There's one comfort, the baby is well and happy, and does not have to occupy this nursery with the horrid wall-paper.If we had not used it, that blessed child would have! What a fortunate escape! Why, I wouldn't have a child of mine, an impressionable little thing, live in such a room for worlds.I never thought of it before, but it is lucky that John kept me here after all, I can stand it so much easier than a baby, you see.Of course I never mention it to them any more--I am too wise,--but I keep watch of it all the same.There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will. Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day.It is always the same shape, only very numerous.And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind thatpattern. I don't like it a bit. I wonder--I begin to think--I wish John would take me away from here!It is so hard to talk with John about my case, because he is so wise,and because he loves me so.But I tried it last night.It was moonlight. The moon shines in all around just as the sun does.I hate to see it sometimes, it creeps so slowly, and always comes in byone window or another.John was asleep and I hated to waken him, so I kept still and watchedthe moonlight on that undulating wall-paper till I felt creepy.The faint figure behind seemed to shake the pattern, just as if shewanted to get out.I got up softly and went to feel and see if the paper DID move, andwhen I came back John was awake."What is it, little girl?" he said. "Don't go walking about like that--you'll get cold."I though it was a good time to talk, so I told him that I really was notgaining here, and that I wished he would take me away."Why darling!" said he, "our lease will be up in three weeks, and Ican't see how to leave before."The repairs are not done at home, and I cannot possibly leave townjust now. Of course if you were in any danger, I could and would, but you really are better, dear, whether you can see it or not. I am a doctor, dear, and I know. You are gaining flesh and color, your appetite is better, I feel really much easier about you.""I don't weigh a bit more," said I, "nor as much; and my appetite may be better in the evening when you are here, but it is worse in the morning when you are away!""Bless her little heart!" said he with a big hug, "she shall be as sick as she pleases! But now let's improve the shining hours by going to sleep, and talk about it in the morning!""And you won't go away?" I asked gloomily."Why, how can I, dear? It is only three weeks more and then we will take a nice little trip of a few days while Jennie is getting the house ready. Really dear you are better!""Better in body perhaps--" I began, and stopped short, for he sat up straight and looked at me with such a stern, reproachful look that I could not say another word."My darling," said he, "I beg of you, for my sake and for our child's sake, as well as for your own, that you will never for one instant let that idea enter your mind! There is nothing so dangerous, so fascinating, to a temperament like yours. It is a false and foolish fancy. Can you not trust me as a physician when I tell you so?"So of course I said no more on that score, and we went to sleep before long. He thought I was asleep first, but I wasn't, and lay there for hours trying to decide whether that front pattern and the back pattern really did move together or separately.On a pattern like this, by daylight, there is a lack of sequence, a defiance of law, that is a constant irritant to a normal mind. The color is hideous enough, and unreliable enough, and infuriating enough, but the pattern is torturing.You think you have mastered it, but just as you get well underway in following, it turns a back-somersault and there you are. It slaps you in the face, knocks you down, and tramples upon you. It is like a bad dream.The outside pattern is a florid arabesque, reminding one of a fungus. If you can imagine a toadstool in joints, an interminable string of toadstools, budding and sprouting in endless convolutions--why, that is something like it.That is, sometimes!There is one marked peculiarity about this paper, a thing nobody seems to notice but myself,and that is that it changes as the light changes.When the sun shoots in through the east window--I always watch for that first long, straight ray--it changes so quickly that I never can quite believe it.That is why I watch it always.By moonlight--the moon shines in all night when there is a moon--I wouldn't know it was the same paper.At night in any kind of light, in twilight, candle light, lamplight, and worst of all by moonlight, it becomes bars! The outside pattern I mean,and the woman behind it is as plain as can be.I didn't realize for a long time what the thing was that showed behind,that dim sub-pattern, but now I am quite sure it is a woman.By daylight she is subdued, quiet. I fancy it is the pattern that keepsher so still. It is so puzzling. It keeps me quiet by the hour.I lie down ever so much now. John says it is good for me, and to sleepall I can.Indeed he started the habit by making me lie down for an hour aftereach meal.It is a very bad habit I am convinced, for you see I don't sleep.And that cultivates deceit, for I don't tell them I'm awake--O no!The fact is I am getting a little afraid of John.He seems very queer sometimes, and even Jennie has an inexplicablelook.It strikes me occasionally, just as a scientific hypothesis,--that perhapsit is the paper!I have watched John when he did not know I was looking, and comeinto the room suddenly on the most innocent excuses, and I've caught him several times LOOKING AT THE PAPER! And Jennie too. I caught Jennie with her hand on it once.She didn't know I was in the room, and when I asked her in a quiet, a very quiet voice, with the most restrained manner possible, what she was doing with the paper--she turned around as if she had been caught stealing, and looked quite angry--asked me why I should frighten her so!Then she said that the paper stained everything it touched, that she had found yellow smooches on all my clothes and John's, and she wished we would be more careful!Did not that sound innocent? But I know she was studying that pattern, and I am determined that nobody shall find it out but myself!Life is very much more exciting now than it used to be. You see I have something more to expect, to look forward to, to watch. I really do eat better, and am more quiet than I was.John is so pleased to see me improve! He laughed a little the other day, and said I seemed to be flourishing in spite of my wall-paper.I turned it off with a laugh. I had no intention of telling him it was BECAUSE of the wall-paper--he would make fun of me. He might even want to take me away.I don't want to leave now until I have found it out. There is a week more, and I think that will be enough.I'm feeling ever so much better! I don't sleep much at night, for it is so interesting to watch developments; but I sleep a good deal in the daytime.In the daytime it is tiresome and perplexing.There are always new shoots on the fungus, and new shades of yellow all over it. I cannot keep count of them, though I have tried conscientiously.It is the strangest yellow, that wall-paper! It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw--not beautiful ones like buttercups, but old foul, bad yellow things.But there is something else about that paper--the smell! I noticed it the moment we came into the room, but with so much air and sun it was not bad. Now we have had a week of fog and rain, and whether the windows are open or not, the smell is here.It creeps alll over the house.I find it hovering in the dining-room, skulking in the parlor, hiding in the hall, lying in wait for me on the stairs.It gets into my hair.Even when I go to ride, if I turn my head suddenly and surprise it-- there is that smell!Such a peculiar odor, too! I have spent hours in trying to analyze it, to find what it smelled like.It is not bad--at first, and very gentle, but quite the subtlest, most enduring odor I ever met.In this damp weather it is awful, I wake up in the night and find it hanging over me.It used to disturb me at first. I thought seriously of burning the house-- to reach the smell.But now I am used to it. The only thing I can think of that it is like is the COLOR of the paper! A yellow smell.There is a very funny mark on this wall, low down, near the mopboard.A streak that runs round the room. It goes behind every piece of furniture, except the bed, a long, straight, even SMOOCH, as if it had been rubbed over and over.I wonder how it was done and who did it, and what they did it for. Round and round and round--round and round and round--it makes me dizzy!I really have discovered something at last.Through watching so much at night, when it changes so, I have finallyfound out.The front pattern DOES move--and no wonder! The woman behindshakes it!Sometimes I think there are a great many women behind, andsometimes only one, and she crawls around fast, and her crawling shakes it all over.Then in the very bright spots she keeps still, and in the very shady spots she just takes hold of the bars and shakes them hard.And she is all the time trying to climb through. But nobody could climb through that pattern--it strangles so; I think that is why it has so many heads.They get through, and then the pattern strangles them off and turns them upside down, and makes their eyes white!If those heads were covered or taken off it would not be half so bad. I think that woman gets out in the daytime!And I'll tell you why--privately--I've seen her!I can see her out of every one of my windows!It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and mostwomen do not creep by daylight.I see her on that long road under the trees, creeping along, and when a carriage comes she hides under the blackberry vines.I don't blame her a bit. It must be very humiliating to be caughtcreeping by daylight!I always lock the door when I creep by daylight. I can't do it at night,for I know John would suspect something at once.And John is so queer now, that I don't want to irritate him. I wish hewould take another room! Besides, I don't want anybody to get that woman out at night but myself.I often wonder if I could see her out of all the windows at once.But, turn as fast as I can, I can only see out of one at a time.And though I always see her, she MAY be able to creep faster than Ican turn!I have watched her sometimes away off in the open country, creepingas fast as a cloud shadow in a high wind.If only that top pattern could be gotten off from the under one! I meanto try it, little by little.I have found out another funny thing, but I shan't tell it this time! Itdoes not do to trust people too much.There are only two more days to get this paper off, and I believe Johnis beginning to notice. I don't like the look in his eyes.And I heard him ask Jennie a lot of professional questions about me.She had a very good report to give.She said I slept a good deal in the daytime.John knows I don't sleep very well at night, for all I'm so quiet!He asked me all sorts of questions, too, and pretended to be veryloving and kind.As if I couldn't see through him!Still, I don't wonder he acts so, sleeping under this paper for threemonths.It only interests me, but I feel sure John and Jennie are secretlyaffected by it.Hurrah! This is the last day, but it is enough. John is to stay in townover night, and won't be out until this evening.Jennie wanted to sleep with me--the sly thing! but I told her I shouldundoubtedly rest better for a night all alone.That was clever, for really I wasn't alone a bit! As soon as it wasmoonlight and that poor thing began to crawl and shake the pattern, I got up and ran to help her.I pulled and she shook, I shook and she pulled, and before morning we had peeled off yards of that paper.A strip about as high as my head and half around the room.And then when the sun came and that awful pattern began to laugh at me, I declared I would finish it to-day!We go away to-morrow, and they are moving all my furniture down again to leave things as they were before.Jennie looked at the wall in amazement, but I told her merrily that I did it out of pure spite at the vicious thing.She laughed and said she wouldn't mind doing it herself, but I must not get tired.How she betrayed herself that time!But I am here, and no person touches this paper but me--not ALIVE! She tried to get me out of the room--it was too patent! But I said it wasso quiet and empty and clean now that I believed I would lie down again and sleep all I could; and not to wake me even for dinner--I would call when I woke.So now she is gone, and the servants are gone, and the things are gone, and there is nothing left but that great bedstead nailed down, with the canvas mattress we found on it.We shall sleep downstairs to-night, and take the boat home to-morrow. I quite enjoy the room, now it is bare again.How those children did tear about here!This bedstead is fairly gnawed!But I must get to work.I have locked the door and thrown the key down into the front path.I don't want to go out, and I don't want to have anybody come in, tillJohn comes.I want to astonish him.I've got a rope up here that even Jennie did not find. If that womandoes get out, and tries to get away, I can tie her!But I forgot I could not reach far without anything to stand on!This bed will NOT move!I tried to lift and push it until I was lame, and then I got so angry I bit off a little piece at one corner--but it hurt my teeth.Then I peeled off all the paper I could reach standing on the floor. Itsticks horribly and the pattern just enjoys it! All those strangled heads and bulbous eyes and waddling fungus growths just shriek with derision!I am getting angry enough to do something desperate. To jump out of the window would be admirable exercise, but the bars are too strong even to try.Besides I wouldn't do it. Of course not. I know well enough that a step like that is improper and might be misconstrued.I don't like to LOOK out of the windows even--there are so many of those creeping women, and they creep so fast.I wonder if they all come out of that wall-paper as I did?But I am securely fastened now by my well-hidden rope--you don't get ME out in the road there!I suppose I shall have to get back behind the pattern when it comes night, and that is hard!It is so pleasant to be out in this great room and creep around as I please!I don't want to go outside. I won't, even if Jennie asks me to.For outside you have to creep on the ground, and everything is green instead of yellow.But here I can creep smoothly on the floor, and my shoulder just fits in that long smooch around the wall, so I cannot lose my way.Why there's John at the door!It is no use, young man, you can't open it!How he does call and pound!Now he's crying for an axe.It would be a shame to break down that beautiful door!"John dear!' said I in the gentlest voice, "the key is down by the frontsteps, under a plantain leaf!"That silenced him for a few moments.Then he said--very quietly indeed, "Open the door, my darling!""I can't", said I. "The key is down by the front door under a plantainleaf!"And then I said it again, several times, very gently and slowly, and said it so often that he had to go and see, and he got it of course, and came in. He stopped short by the door."What is the matter?" he cried. "For God's sake, what are you doing!"I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder. "I've got out at last," said I, "in spite of you and Jane. And I've pulledoff most of the paper, so you can't put me back!"Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and right acrossmy path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!

到底是贞子可怕还是电锯惊魂可怕？

湿漉漉的黑长发配睡袍，严重关节炎走路咯吱咯吱的女鬼，亦或是血肉横飞脑浆四溢，这些年延续的恐怖片模式太乏味太空洞了。

也许头两次我们还会被床底伸出的双手吓到，多了就太不带感了。

言归正传，很多人说这部剧是喜剧片，甚至看了不到20分钟就弃剧了。

我只能说这些人对恐怖片的定义不是太肤浅，就是追求快餐毫无耐心。

这部剧算是近期能留下深刻印象的恐怖主题美剧了。

虽然没有妖冶的女主（ps某些人一定觉得女佣已经够风骚了），但是剧情的铺设算是新颖，各种插叙各种前因后果让观众也很难根据一般的恐怖片思维猜出接下来的结局，就凭这点，让我从第一集一气儿看到第七集。

也许它不像《吸血鬼日记》这种美式炸鸡块般休闲青春放下大脑观赏，但绝对算的上炖了一阵子的土豆烧牛肉了。

某些因为演员太丑或者不够血腥打一星的人，还是赶紧关灯睡觉吧。

1.主角团的每一次选择都是在强行作，Every single choice!只要有一次不zuo早就结束了这部剧。

强行以zuo来续命。

2.套路就是每集新死一个人或者告诉你以前又有谁死在这里，反正就是每集可以收集一个新的图鉴。

集齐所有鬼能不能换个礼物回家？

3.这应该改名叫做美国相亲相爱一家人，又不想害你又不想杀你叫go away就走了这么听话的鬼上哪找？

除了个别丑的其他都是挺和蔼可亲的鬼啊！

还能帮你做家务，帮你看病、接生！

4.不管你性别或取向如何，在这里都能找到能嘿嘿嘿的鬼，多种口味任君选择5.我本来以为是编剧水平差，后来发现根本就是把观众当傻子。

6.这部剧应该叫美国相亲相爱一家人。

7.这是一部喜剧片，全剧没有一个恐怖镜头，请放心食用。

8.这部剧居然也能有7.7分让我觉得真™神奇。

恐怖片我看的多了这片真的毫无诚意。

首先声明，我吐槽绝对不是报着来黑这个剧或者男主太老女主皱纹太多或者被该剧吓得屁滚尿流的恶毒心理来的。

事实上该剧已经被我列入今年准备追的剧目之一，而且有跟下去的打算。

吐槽是一种态度，吐一吐，更欢乐嘛。

欢迎反吐。

槽点一：地下室。

有句话怎么说来着？

美国恐怖剧90%不是发生在地下室就是发生在去地下室的路上。

好吧，这是我编的。。。

反正类似的情节大家已经看过很多很多次了，地下室啊，作为一个住着套房的穷逼中国人只好羡慕的看着男主女主各种配出入于神奇的地下室，路过，路过，再次路过，地下室有次元空间哦，随意出入的人都会死哦，不过男主女主以及他们女儿有主角光环笼罩，最多吓个半死不会有事哦，路人甲乙请不要模仿哦。

槽点二：信路人得永生。

我想，就算是神经大条到明知有命案发生的屋子都照买不误的男主女主们，在发现家里经常有怪奇事件发生，有怪异人等出没，乃至赫然发现自己家是城内有名的谋杀之屋之后，是不是应该有点好奇心百度一下自己家屋子的历史呢？

说不定会发现家里好多熟面孔哦。。。

槽点三：不得搬家。

体贴的妇科医生说，孕妇不要搬家哦，对身体不好哦。

但我想，医生不是说，不要搬家哦，哪怕你家有N多诡异事件发生，你差点被绑架杀掉，即使你家是有名的谋杀之屋也要妥妥的住着哦亲！

哪个对孕妇心理更不好，应该有差别吧。。。。

最后吐一个槽！

我要爆发了！

我实在受不了女主那张肉毒素打多到脸垮掉无表情全世界欠她一千万恐惧警惕阶级斗争不能忘的苦大仇深的脸了！！！

前情时间线：1920年，外科医生Charles和他的妻子Nora建造这栋房子，医生染上毒瘾，两人的生活无以为继，开始为未婚的女孩打胎，挣些小钱，24个女孩在手术中不幸逝世。

某位发现真相的男士为了报复医生夫妇，偷走了他们的独子Thaddeus，并把他肢解。

夫妻二人崩溃，医生心态发生变化，开始尝试缝合儿子，他用一个还活着的女孩的心脏，创造了一个小怪物，妻子Nora发现后，绝望之下枪杀了丈夫，再自杀。

这栋充满了未婚女孩和婴儿亡灵的谋杀屋，就此落成。

1947年，黑色大丽花案件发生在这栋房子里，一贫如洗但心怀演员梦想的大丽花上门，希望此时住在房子里的私人医生帮她拔牙，医生因麻醉过度使大丽花死亡，Charles出现，帮助医生肢解了大丽花，并弃尸荒野。

1968年，这栋房子被作为护士宿舍，一位杀人犯非法入侵，在这栋房子里残忍地杀死了2名护士。

1978年，双胞胎男孩到这所废弃的房子里探险，在地下室被Thaddeus吓到，并被他杀死。

1983年，此时房子的女主人Constance发现女仆Moira和老公偷情，枪杀二人，并把他们埋在后院。

伤心之余，她搬离房子，住到隔壁。

而这栋房子的新主人，Constance的新邻居Larry，疯狂地爱上了Constance，他向自己的妻子摊牌，要她们离开，打算和Constance开始新生活，妻子带着2个女儿，在谋杀屋内自焚而亡。

1994年，Constance和Larry住回谋杀屋。

Constance的大儿子beau是一个畸形儿，外貌异常吓人，她把他锁在阁楼里，儿童福利管理署的人马上要把Constance告上法庭，Constance指使Larry憋死了beau。

Constance的二儿子Tate在很小的时候曾在地下室被Thaddeus吓到，当时Nora的灵魂出现安慰了Tate，让年幼的Tate对Nora产生了类似母子的情感连接，（Constance从来不是一个好母亲）。

Tate虽然外貌不畸形，但精神极其不稳定，他不能接受Larry成为他的新爸爸，放火将他的脸烧伤一半，又持枪到学校里射杀无辜的同学若干，最后被警察射杀于自己房间里。

Constance有三个孩子，老大beau畸形，老二Tate精神不稳定，老三Addy是先天愚患者，这栋房子好像诅咒了这个女人，无法有一个正常的孩子，老公和女仆的偷情，让Constance的伤痛雪上加霜。

老大和老二都死去后，她和毁容的Larry分手，带着Addy再次搬到隔壁。

2010年，一对gay夫夫搬进房子。

Tate对Nora一直有类似母子的情感，而Nora最大的执念，就是能再次拥有她的儿子Thaddeus，Tate希望通过自己的努力，满足Nora的愿望。

因此，当这对gay夫夫在一次吵架中决定不再领养孩子后，（两人原本约好买下房子，领养一个孩子，共同生活），Tate杀死了他们，Tate希望房子的新主人，可以给Nora一个孩子。

主线开启：心理医生ben和小提琴家Vivian还有他们的女儿violet来到谋杀屋看房，Vivian刚刚经历了一次流产，又发现丈夫ben和他的学生Hayden在家里偷腥，整个家庭面临破碎，他们希望重新开始，在中介如实转告了gay夫夫的死亡后，因为房子超高的性价比，他们决定买下房子。

谋杀屋的设定是，凡是死在这栋房子里的人，他们的灵魂可以随意在房子里现形，以他们希望的任何样子，但永远无法离开这栋房子。

一家人刚刚搬进房子，丈夫ben就开始出现梦游和纵火的行为，（Larry自焚的妻子所为），Tate为了给Nora一个孩子，穿着黑色橡胶衣强奸了Vivian，（他带着头套让Vivian以为是ben），Vivian怀了孕。

此事之后，Tate却爱上了他们的女儿violet，（ops! Getting really hard.）。

E1：异父双胞胎新屋非常大，Ben决定在家中工作，Constance为Tate预约了ben的咨询治疗，Tate也借此机会，可以名正言顺地在violet面前现形，两人认识。

Violet在新学校的公共区域抽烟，激怒了同学Leah，两人打了起来，Tate叫violet带Leah到地下室，把Thaddeus放出来Leah吓个半死，violet也十分受惊。

Vivian在整理新屋时发现Addy偷偷溜进房子， Constance借带女儿回家之故，和Vivian相识。

Moira以女管家的身份在屋内现形，Vivian雇佣了她。

Larry也在窗外窥视着新搬来的一家人，在ben长跑的时候，Larry上前搭讪，结识了ben。

Vivian和ben因为出轨的事情，长达一年没有亲密关系，在一次激烈的争吵中，两人恢复了激情，Vivian和ben一天之内热恋了两次，但其中有一次，是Tate穿着橡胶衣，蒙面的情况下和Vivian发生的，Vivian怀上了异父双胞胎。

美国版小龙女和尹志平E2：模仿犯罪Ben接待了一个奇怪的女患者，谈话的过程中好像非常了解这栋房子的“谋杀史”。

Hayden打电话给ben说她怀孕了，ben只好对Vivian说谎，离家2天，去陪Hayden打胎。

就在Ben离开的这天晚上，他那个熟悉房子历史的女患者，其实是一位模仿犯罪者，她和另外两名罪犯一起，来到这栋房子，想要模仿1968年杀死护士的罪案，杀死Vivian和violet。

Tate现形帮助violet杀死了3人犯罪团伙，Constance、Tate和Moira三人联手，向Vivian和violet隐瞒了事实，母女二人以为自己奋力反抗，冒险逃走，而杀人犯逃之夭夭，警方开始调查此事。

因为这次袭击，Vivian决定卖掉房子。

E3：Hayden之死Vivian发现他们濒临破产，没办法立刻离开这栋房子。

Ben治疗了一个极其无聊的女患者，在治疗过程中他失去意识，原来Moira一直在他的咖啡里下鸦片酊，她似乎有种执念，认为ben一定会被美色所迷，再次出轨，（她可以决定自己在男人眼中是性感女仆，在女人眼中是老年女仆），从而孜孜不倦地色诱ben。

Nora现形来访了Vivian。

Hayden来到ben家，要他为他们的孩子负责，要和Vivian摊牌，被Larry用铲子拍死在院子里，并把Hayden埋在后院，（这里Larry的动机有点不充足），和当年Constance埋下的Moira的骸骨同坑同穴，（Moira在窗边看着这一切落泪，台词表达的意思好像是如果骸骨不能被找到，她就永远不能离开，可这里有个bug，很多人死后尸体都被带走，也同样不能离开），ben崩溃之余，在这2人的埋藏点上，建起一座凉亭。

E4&E5：万圣节万圣节就要来了，万圣节百鬼夜行，所有的鬼可以在自由空间自由现形。

为了更快的卖出房子，夫妻两人决定请一个装修师，而之前死在房子里的gay夫夫正好就有一个是设计师，他们在屋里现形，结识了Vivian一家人，Vivian在屋里装了警报系统。

Moira在万圣节请假，她想趁此机会去老人院，看看自己的母亲。

当她看到她的母亲奄奄一息躺在病床上，她拔掉了妈妈的呼气管，和妈妈的灵魂再次相见，却无法随妈妈而去，痛苦万分。

万圣节当天，Constance给Addy准备了她梦寐以求的“漂亮姑娘”的装扮，Addy却在要糖的过程中，被车撞死了。

Hayden在屋内现形，怀着报复的心情，告诉Vivian她和ben的事，Vivian受到刺激，腹中的胎儿发生了胎动，夫妻2人来到医院，Vivian腹中的胎儿把做b超的护士吓晕了。

Tate趁着万圣节可以外出，约violet去海边约会，两人相谈甚欢，曾经被Tate射杀的同学们出现，围住2人，并且跟到了violet家中，Tate无奈只好独自离开引走这些人，violet十分迷惑。

Constance找到violet，把她抓回家里，把Addy的死责怪到她头上，并且告诉她Tate是自己的儿子，violet迷惑二重唱。

Hayden继续在房子里纠缠Vivian和ben，ben在两人面前坦白了自己之前的行为，两人也互相得知了对方怀孕的事实，Vivian和ben走到了尽头。

E6：violet之死Violet查到了Tate曾经犯下的案子，她开始看到各种在家里死去的人，彻底崩溃，服用大量安眠药，Tate发现后把她拉进浴缸催吐，企图救她，却失败了。

Violet醒来，并不知道自己已经死了，Tate向她告白。

Ben这次的病人是一个害怕民间鬼故事的大叔，讲起了猪头屠夫的故事。

Ben带着他的病人来到洗手间里重现猪头屠夫的场景，希望借此消除恐惧，但小护士出现了，ben的病人崩溃了。

Ben继续治疗害怕猪头屠夫的病人，病人回到家中，被入室抢劫犯杀死。

Vivian问起了万圣节晕倒的b超师，得知她辞职了。

Vivian找到了b超护士，她们约在教堂见面，护士说在Vivian的肚子里，看到了恶魔的蹄子。

Constance通过通灵师Billie和Addy说话，通灵师告诉Constance，Addy感谢她没有把她带进谋杀屋，她害怕Tate。

E7：开发商之死Vivian得知自己怀得是双胞胎。

一位房地产开发商来看房子，在得知了凶案历史之后仍然很感兴趣，希望把房子推平，改建为停车场或者公寓楼。

Larry也来看房子，他对Constance念念不忘，希望把房子买下，和她重新住进去。

（此处Larry的想法转型有些突然），Larry约Constance在地下室见面，向她告白，告诉她有人想拆了这栋房子。

Constance找到房地产商，发现自己无法阻止他拆除房子，便唆使Moira和Larry杀死他。

Tate和violet和好如初，（violet这心也太大了），Vivian和ben和violet三人都不知道violet已经死去的事实，Tate也没有告诉任何人，夫妻二人以为自己的分手导致violet抑郁，才足不出户，希望violet尽快振作起来。

Violet听到阁楼有声音，上楼查看，被现形的beau吓到，还发现了Nora一家的合影，Vivian来到violet的房间和她谈心，看到Nora一家的合影，认出这个曾经拜访过自己的女人。

nora太美太美太美E8：Vivian离开Vivian因为看到了Nora，也在崩溃的边缘，Vivian认为自己的幻觉是药物所致，Moira安慰了她，并警告她逃走。

（癔病是男人禁锢女人的牢笼，哈哈）。

Vivian企图带女儿逃走，房子里的其他鬼魂当然不肯放2人走，母女二人还没来及逃出大门，就被鬼魂吓了回来。

ben并不相信Vivian的说法，认为她疯了，Tate不让violet讲出鬼魂存在的事，所以violet在Vivian和ben对峙的时候说了谎，（恋爱中的女人，啧啧），Vivian无奈之下，偷了中介的手枪用以自保。

夜晚，Tate为了不让Vivian带走violet，以橡胶人的姿态袭击Vivian，听到声音上楼查看的ben被Vivian用手枪误伤，Hayden再次出现，和Tate一起攻击Vivian，让Vivian更加暴躁，ben只好把Vivian送进了精神病院，而violet非常自责。

Vivian被送往精神病院E9：ben的觉醒Hayden的姐姐和警察一起上门找到ben，谈论Hayden失踪的事，此时Hayden在屋里现形，帮ben洗刷嫌疑，并表示一直等着ben，Ben拒绝了她。

此时黑色大丽花现形来求医，提出用身体还债，Moira也一直在聊骚ben，ben统统拒绝了。

此时Ben接到医生电话，得知Vivian怀的是异父双胞胎，十分失控，他认为另一个孩子是一直以来和Vivian相谈甚欢的保安大哥的。

Ben找到Vivian，放了狠话，告诉她自己不会帮助她离开精神病院，这时Hayden再次现形企图趁虚而入，却被ben又彻底拒绝了一次，恼羞成怒之下，她编造了Vivian和保安大哥的“奸情”。

Ben找到了安保，却得知安保已经失去生育能力5年了，ben开始认识到事情没有这么简单，Moira也终于在ben面前显出了本来的形态。

Constance通过Moira也得知了异父双胞胎的事，她知道另外一个孩子是Tate的，并为此十分气愤。

但同时也认定这个孩子是自己的孙子，希望和模特小男友领养这个孩子，小男友吓傻，两人争吵之后，小男友去找Hayden约炮，激情过后小男友仍然决定回去找Constance，Hayden大怒杀死了他，隔天小男友和曾经的黑色大丽花一样，被人发现在草丛里，（由Larry友情运出）。

Constance和通灵师Billie讨论了如果鬼魂和人类交合，是否会有孩子的问题，Billie告诉她，那将是魔鬼的孩子。

E10：Larry的结局Ben和Vivian达成了共识，要找到强奸Vivian的凶手。

Constance发现小男友死去，并被警察带走。

在警局，Constance顺便默默回忆了一下自己是如何杀死Moira和自己的老公，并把他搅碎喂狗的。

Constance狠狠地拒绝Larry，Larry回到房子里找证据，遇见自焚的妻子和女儿，Larry决定为自己赎罪，认下指证Constance的罪，自我惩罚。

但直到最后，Constance也没有给Larry一句爱过。

Ben发现violet已经16天没有上学，屋子里苍蝇突然多起来，除虫人在地板的夹层里发现了violet的尸体，被Tate杀死。

ben给violet找了一间寄宿学校，（violet智商150，每个学期成绩都是a），被Tate听见。

Tate为了不让violet得知自己已经死去的事实，穿成橡胶人的样子和ben搏斗，过程中ben发现了Tate的真面目，但体力不支晕倒了。

Tate希望violet以自然的方式发现自己已经死了的事实，便哄骗violet和他一起自杀，violet惊醒逃跑，却发现自己永远跑不出这个屋子，Tate只好带她去看自己的尸体。

E11：Vivian分娩Ben去接Vivian出院，此时gay夫夫想要抢走孩子，Nora想要抢走孩子，Constance和Hayden都想要抢走孩子，（真是两个受欢迎的孩子）。

Vivian和ben回到房子里接violet，发现violet已经死去。

此时Vivian只有6个月的身孕开始阵痛，要分娩了，屋子里的鬼魂合力阻止夫妻两人离开房子。

Vivian分娩在即死去的Charles医生和2个护士，全面现形，为Vivian接生，ben完全不知所措，靠妻子生孩子支撑自己的理智，在一边协助。

Vivian的第一胎是ben的，被Charles给了Nora，violet驱逐gay夫夫失败，chad告诉violet，是Tate强奸了她的妈妈，（两个人要到第八季才能和好了）。

Vivian的第二胎是Tate的，被Constance抱走，也就是第八季的小魔王Langton，Vivian死于大出血。

Violet无法原谅Tate，赶走了他，和自己的家人在一起。

E12：happy endingBen终于发现Tate是Constance的儿子，发现Constance一直以来对他们有所隐瞒。

Ben把Vivian的遗腹子带回房子，一边等Vivian的姐姐来接孩子，一边准备自杀，Vivian和violet现形，劝ben离开。

Ben在离开的路上，Hayden和谋杀三人组中的2人吊死了ben。

Constance是第一个发现现场的人，她偷走了小Langton。

这栋房子又被卖出了，Vivian和ben决定赶走新的夫妇房主，因为他们想要一个孩子，（孩子使这所房子里的所有鬼疯狂）。

夜晚，房子又故伎重演，老公梦游，橡胶人（ben）企图强奸老婆，Tate找上了家里的儿子，屋里的鬼们吓死了新主人，（笑死），不过他们顺利离开了这栋房子，可喜可贺。

Tate在被violet拒绝后伤心欲绝，在ben面前现形，希望得到他的帮助，可是作为强奸了他妻子的犯人，ben无法原谅。

Nora虽然领走了Vivian的第一胎，却发现自己根本不是一个做妈妈的料，自行把孩子还给Vivian，一家人死后似乎解决了一切问题，终于得到安宁，而Tate和Hayden，仍然只有无尽的等待。

3年后，Constance发现小Langton杀死了自己的保姆。

<第一季完结>第一季提到的意象有第二季精神病院（Vivian曾经住过的地方）、第五季旅馆（死去的地产开发商）、第六季殖民地冤魂（Billie的驱魔故事）和第四季马戏团（Constance的梦想），并和第八季连接起来。

本剧表面讲的是谋杀屋，一个充满鬼魂游荡的房子，房主频频死于不测的鬼宅，但内里的核心矛盾是堕胎，在基督教内，堕胎是谋杀，是原罪。

在这间因堕胎的罪孽深重产生邪气的房子里，唯一活下来的Constance，算是和Vivian一家人并行的主线角色，她的大儿子丑陋，二儿子邪恶，三女儿愚蠢，并且都早夭，她没有死并不代表房子内的罪孽放过了她，包括收养的小Langton，也没有。

Vivian一家人是地地道道的主线，一家人因故（这种题材多半是因为家庭破碎和房子便宜）搬进鬼屋，女儿见鬼，妈妈见鬼，爸爸心里有鬼，再加上一条怀孕生子的主线和主题相扣，组成了基本故事线。

Violet是个有点阴暗，也十分聪明的女孩，继承了父亲ben的阴暗和母亲Vivian的聪明。

Vivian更多的承载了怀孕这个不可替代的母亲角色，而ben，有点出乎意料的是，居然是人性担当，一个曾经犯过错的男人，在面对大家的质疑和一波波故意的诱惑，反复强调自己对妻子的爱，也曾经误会愤怒伤心，曾经迷茫脆弱几乎再次误入歧途，却最终坚定信念，从一而终，在死后终于让家庭再次圆满，（真是可歌可泣）。

Tate的结局可以预见，不论他如何讨喜，他犯下的罪行不可饶恕，这是原则问题，救不回。

而Hayden，可能是编剧希望告诉广大少女，有家的男人不能碰。

Larry服务剧情的倾向性太强，很多时候动机不足。

Moira作为美色担当，整季的男性荷尔蒙都靠她了，行为和性格的反转使人物层次更加丰富，但和Larry一样，不是主菜。

美恐第一季谋杀屋平台有付费点播。

由于此剧用了大量倒叙，插叙，“乱叙”的手法，囧同时又加上人鬼并行，捋清思路费了一番功夫。

基本条件：1、死在屋子范围内的人，其鬼魂会因为屋子的魔力而被困在屋内，无法去其他地方。

2、万圣节那天鬼魂可以离开屋子，但第二天又要回来。

3、鬼魂之间无法产子。

4、鬼魂在活人面前可以自由决定是否显形。

5、鬼魂无法再死。

6、对着鬼说“go away”他就会从你眼前离开以下为编年事件流水：1922年：著名外科医生Charles为其妻Nora建了屋子，后陷入低谷并染上毒瘾和科学怪人情结，Nora为其介绍女孩来堕胎赚钱，其后几年间约有24位女孩死在其手术刀下。

1926年：Charles和Nora的孩子Thaddeus被一位堕胎女孩的男朋友绑架并肢解，Charles用别人的心脏将其重新拼接成形后复活，复活后的Thaddeus是个只吃肉不喝奶的怪物，Nora试图将其杀死但失败，于是她枪杀了Charles，然后吞弹自尽。

（Thaddeus后来怎么死的存疑）1947年：无良牙医Curan杀死了Beth，Charles在他抛尸前帮他处理了尸体。

1968年：Maria和Gladys被著名护士杀手R. Franklin杀死。

1977年：Tate出生1978年：Troy和Bryan兄弟在破败的屋子门口遇到Adelaide，后进入屋子打砸，被Thaddeus杀死。

1983年：Constance的丈夫Hugo诱奸Moira，Constance发现后枪杀了二人。

她将Moira埋在后院，将Hugo绞碎喂狗。

1984年：Nora在地下室帮Tate赶走Thaddeus并告诉他“go away”秘诀，Tate对Nora说“I wish you were my mommy”1994年：Larry向妻子Lorraine坦白自己移情别恋隔壁的Constance，Lorraine将自己和两个孩子烧死在屋中。

Larry按照Constance的要求闷死Beauregard，Tate嗑药后火烧Larry，然后持枪闯入校园杀死五人，回到家中被警察击毙。

2010年：万圣节期间同性恋Chad和Pat发生争吵，决定不要孩子，Tate杀死两人后将现场伪装成Chad杀人并自杀的情形。

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆Today：Vivien流产后养了一只狗Hallie，Ben结识Hayden。

Ben与Hayden在家偷情被Vivien当场捉住。

Ben忏悔并说服Vivien一块从Boston搬去L.A.重新开始新生活。

Ben一家搬入屋子，遇到住在隔壁的Adelaide和Constance。

Tate以病人身份接受Ben的心理治疗，他遇到Violet，一见钟情。

女管家Moira进入屋子，她在Ben眼里是年轻的迷人女子，在别人眼里却是个老太婆，Moira多次勾引Ben被拒绝。

Ben阻止Violet和Tate的交往。

Ben与Vivien近一年来第一次做爱。

Tate为了满足Nora有一个孩子的愿望，穿着黑橡胶衣强奸了Vivien。

Tate用Thaddeus帮Violet吓唬小太妹Leah。

Larry找到Ben，告诉他离开屋子。

Bianca扮作病人来屋子踩点，Hayden告诉Ben她怀孕了，Ben去Boston找Hayden，Bianca、Fiona、Dallas三人闯入屋子，欲杀Vivien母女以重现1968年R. Franklin在屋子里杀两护士的场景，结果Fiona和Dallas被Tate杀死在地下室，Bianca受重伤后死在六个街区之外。

Vivien打算卖掉屋子搬家。

Hayden来到Ben家中找他。

Vivien参加Murder House tour了解房屋情况时下身出血，医生建议Vivien怀孕期间不要搬家。

Violet表示不想搬离屋子。

Ben的血检中发现鸦片酊类化合物。

Hayden再次来到屋中想找Vivien摊牌，被Ben阻止，Larry出现杀死Hayden并将其埋在屋后，Ben在其上建筑凉亭以做掩饰。

Larry找Ben要1000块，Ben拒绝。

万圣节前期，同性恋Chad和Patrick扮作装销师找到Vivien和Ben。

万圣节之夜，Vivien与Ben又因 Hayden的来电产生矛盾，Vivien腹痛寻医，Adelaide车祸身亡，Moira拔掉母亲的呼吸机，Larry与Ben产生矛盾，Tate和Violet在海滩上遇到当年他枪杀的五个学生，Hayden与Vivien通电话并现身正面冲突，Larry帮Hayden把Ben打昏，Nora救醒Ben，Hayden被警卫带走。

Violet发现Tate当年的所为，Constance解释说是房屋的原因，并找来灵媒Billie。

Violet找Leah要安眠药。

Violet在家中见到多名鬼魂，吞服过量安眠药而亡，Tate施救未能成功。

Ben看见Vivien和警卫Luke相谈甚欢。

Vivien夫妇得知怀的是双胞胎。

亚美尼亚商人Joe Escandarian打算买下房子后推倒建成公寓楼，Larry、Constance、Moira为了各自目的决定联手阻止他，将其闷晕后杀死在别处。

Tate告诉Violet“go away”秘诀。

Vivien发现Nora已死多年。

Hayden唆使Nora和她一块抢了Vivien腹中的双胞胎。

Moira告诉Vivien房子有魔力，满是幽灵，Vivien决定带着Violet离开，但在门口的车上被Fiona和Dallas吓回来。

Vivien用枪误伤Ben。

Ben认为Vivien精神出了问题，决定将其送到医院。

Hayden的姐姐和警察上门找到Ben，Hayden此时出现在他们面前。

Hayden引诱Travis。

Beth找到Ben，Ben拒绝了她的诱惑。

医生告诉Ben，Vivien怀的双胞胎是同母异父，Moira将这个消息告诉了Constance，Constance明白其中一个孩子是Tate的，于是打算和Travis结婚并养育这个孩子。

Ben再次拒绝了Moira和Beth的共同引诱，并向Hayden坦白并不爱她，Hayden骗Ben说Vivien和Luke有一腿。

Hayden杀死Travis，Charles用与对Beth相同的方式处理了尸体，Larry抛尸。

Ben找到Luke，Luke告诉他并没有生育能力。

Ben意识到自己将Vivien留在精神病院是个错误，他再次拒绝Moira的诱惑后，终于看见的是Moira苍老的面容。

Billie告诉Constance，鬼魂和人类结合产下的鬼胎将引发世界末日。

Ben告诉Vivien双胞胎有两个父亲的情况，并打算将Vivien接回家中。

Constance以为是Larry杀了Travis，Larry告诉她是屋中的某个鬼魂。

劝学员上门告知Ben Violet已经16天没去学校。

Tate为避免Violet的尸体被杀虫员Phil发现而将其杀死。

Larry在屋中找到杀Travis的一些证物，多年了第一次见到自己死去的妻女，Larry为了赎罪向警方自首说是自己杀了Travis。

Ben将黑衣男的头套摘下，发现是Tate，Tate将其打晕。

Tate告知Violet她已经死了的事实。

Ben把Vivien从精神病院接出来，回到屋子找Violet，Violet从Chad口中得知Tate强奸了Vivien，同时，Vivien肚痛分娩大出血而死，产下两个孩子，其中Jeffery（Ben的孩子）当作死胎被Nora抱走后夭折，另一个婴孩（后叫做Michael，是Tate鬼魂的孩子）被Constance抱走。

Ben从Constance那里抱回婴孩后欲自杀，Vivien和Violet劝他带着婴孩离开屋子。

Hayden和Fiona、Dallas吊死Ben并抱走婴孩，Constance 在Travis的帮助下夺走婴孩。

Miguel一家搬入屋子，Ben等人为避免他们重蹈覆辙，故意将其一家吓走。

Nora将Jeffery还给Vivien。

Ben一家五口（包括Moira）愉快的生活在一起，一扇窗外站着Hayden和Tate。

三年后，Michael在Constance外出时将保姆杀死。

人物表：Ben——男猪脚，Vivien的丈夫，Violet的老爸Vivien——女猪脚，Ben的妻子，Violet的老妈Violet——Ben和Vivien的女儿Constance——曾经的屋主之一，男女猪脚现在的邻居，曾经与Larry有情人关系，Beauregard、Adelaide、Tate的母亲Tate——Violet的男朋友，Constance的儿子，Adelaide的弟弟Moira——女管家，最早服务于ConstanceHayden——Ben的学生与情人Larry——毁容男，曾经的屋主之一，与Constance曾经有情人关系Nora——屋子建造者Charles的妻子，东海岸名媛，Tate精神上的母亲Adelaide——智障女，Constance的女儿，Tate的姐姐Travis——不知名模特，Constance养的面首Thaddeus——Nora的儿子Charles——屋子的建造者，著名外科医生，Nora的丈夫Chad & Pat——两位同性恋，前一任屋主Billie——灵媒Beauregard——Constance的儿子，天生畸形Hugo——Constance的丈夫，曾经的屋主之一Miguel——后一任屋主Troy& Bryan——俩淘气男孩Maria——年轻护士Gladys——胖护士Leah——小太妹Phil——杀虫员Lorraine、Angie、Margaret——Larry的妻子和两个女儿R. Franklin——著名护士杀手Bianca、Fiona、Dallas——三名模仿R. Franklin作案的凶手Beth——不出名女演员，又被称作大丽花（Dahlia）Marcy——房产经纪人Luke——警卫Michael——Tate和Vivien的鬼胎

看完第一集，剧情里除了男女主人这条线外，还有主人公女儿的故事发展。

如同以往，就像是其他美国式恐怖电影一样。

举个例子，彭氏兄弟在美国导的，Kristen Stewart 出演的 messenger。

这个影片里搬家的起因也是家庭矛盾，不过一个是bella 醉酒驾车出事故，年幼弟弟重伤，家里负担完医疗费后经济窘迫无奈搬乡下务农，整部影片bella都有点几年后暮色里的神韵。

这里是因为男主人在妻子流产后和学生偷情被妻子‘抓贼拿脏，捉奸在床’，之后两人貌合神离打冷战，搬家远离伤心地。

个人推测一旁正处青春期的女儿目睹种种变故，变得叛逆极端，抑郁爱自残，还喜欢吸烟（不是个好习惯）。

不过再联系到 男主角的职业是 心理医师，这就有点讽刺了，看来他不仅处理家庭能力失败，连职业水准都有问题。

前面叙述有点多。

接下来转入正题，男主角搬到新家当然还是做老本行，心理状态评估，办公室在自己家。

貌似第一个客户就是这个诡异少年，在对话里这个少年表现出 一副宗教极端份子的摸样（世界太污秽，哥要努力净化它），有一幕场景有点意思，但这少年瞄向男主人公后面时，有个满脸是血版本的自己正站着。

我一开始还以为这是幻象，精神不正常的正常表现，我错了。

由于这个诡异男喜欢乱逛，所以叛逆女在自残的时候被看到了，两颗有着不少共同点的受伤心灵蹦出了火花，他们找到了很多共同语言，后面证明只是一厢情愿。

还是吸烟这个不好习惯，主人公女儿在学校里因为这个惹出了事端。

一个女生和她关系恶劣大打出手，当然这件事情在两人的谈天中也聊到了， 诡异男孩提出来要给她出气。

让女儿以 有大麻 为诱饵引对头进家里地下室。

计划顺利进行，结果 惊人的一幕发生了。

地下室灯光闪烁里鬼影幢幢，恶灵现身，把对头scare the crap out的同时，把主角女儿也吓傻了。

两人不欢而散，很好理解，一个只是需要心理诊疗，另外一个真的得驱魔师来搞定。

接下来估计又是剪不断理还乱的剧情发展，让人期待。

收回“让人期待”这句话第八集看完之后。

这电视剧我有点搞不清接下来剧情怎么编了。

现在里面真正让人看顺眼的角色只剩下女仆，其他人都或多或少的让人讨厌。

比如 Violet，为了情人老妈都不要，男主角Ben是个做丈夫失败做父亲失败做情夫失败做心理医生也失败的矬人。

女主角，看着她的僵硬满皱纹的老脸，实在生不出同情，第七集还是第六集面无表情吃大脑让我也呕了下，constance 每次出现都是带点神经质和攻击性，这样的古怪邻居送来的未知生物的肉糜和脑组织收下了，也吃了。。。。。。

BTW，一路看下来我发觉这家人对这房子里发生的怪事做出来的都不是正常人的反应：男主一副哥无视你无视你或者“hayden别玩了，哥已经和你玩完了”的态度。

女主角反应迟缓过了头，前面的种种诡异事件她都磨蹭着不搬，好不容易下定决心逃离房子，结果被车里两个鬼吓到，居然又跑回鬼屋里。

Violet 一改酷妹风格，和一个已经百分之百非人类的tate谈起恋爱，前校园 series killer（话说tate现在身上应该有不少枪眼）？

none taken. 第一集里显示出来的凶残能力？

none taken.地下室各种鬼阁楼上奇形怪状鬼？

none taken. 题外话：为那个高帅富的波斯人 默下哀，那一下一定很痛。

Tate的扮演者和发条橙男主长得真像

Ryan Murphy和Brad Falchuk可能是做【Glee】太欢乐了，乐极生闷，才来搞鬼故事玩。

看完首集，目前感觉是走美式主流恐怖套路。

有子或女的夫妻。

心理偏执。

搬家。

鬼气森森的老宅。

地下室。

医学实验。

婴灵。

神经质邻居。

怀孕或流产。

等等等等。

其实美式恐怖没啥不好，虽然老套，但只要能足够地道，细节做足，也是可以看。

首播是FX台星期三晚10点。

Nielsen报告说吸引了320万观众，基本符合【Nip/Tuck】18-49岁的收视人群。

10点钟小朋友真的都睡了吗？

剧中些许限制级，不遮拦避讳，倒也符合情境。

场景算漂亮，尤其是复古部分，蛮精致。

海报也美啊。

女主角和黑色塑胶人做爱那部分，真心觉得是在向【Rosemary's baby】中的经典桥段致敬。

主角无感，但配角不错。

有Jessica Lange这样的老戏骨加盟演八卦的邻居太太。

以及Six Feet Under里的妈妈Frances Conroy也来了，饰制服诱惑一把的女管家（是幽灵吗？

因为女主人看她是独眼老太太，男主人看她就是火热辣妹。

真是相由心生）。

有这些演戏四两拨千斤的高手撑着，希望之后能够火花四溅。

首集信息量爆棚，丢出多个线头，难免有点顾左不顾右之慌乱感。

鬼宅故事要塞满13集，还希望可以循序渐进将线头一一展开，layer by layer。

宅子应该具备多层恐怖历史，怎么剥洋葱讲故事，以及大boss到底是谁，就看会不会说故事了。

我总是对恐怖剧心软，坚持关注一下。

说到底，心魔是真正的魔。

心中无鬼，鬼不近身。

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