Evil Things

Five college friends trade the bustle of New York City for a quiet weekend in the Catskills, hoping to unwind and, for one of them, to capture the trip on camera. What starts as a simple country retreat soon twists into a tense game of suspicion and fear as a persistent, maroon-colored van seems to shadow their every move.

From the moment they set out, the ride feels uneasy. A passing encounter with a noisy, relentless van complicates their drive, and a stop for gas raises questions when the same vehicle is seen nearby again. A small, almost casual act—someone from a gas station handing over a forgotten phone—becomes a breadcrumb that hints at something larger watching them. The group continues toward the house, but the sense of being followed doesn’t fade; the van lingers at a distance, creeping closer whenever they slow down or stop.

Arriving at the country home, the mood shifts to uneasy curiosity. The household becomes a place of birthday warmth and casual revelry, as the group throws a surprise party for one member and enjoys the filmmaker among them filming the moment. Yet behind the laughter and candles, a unease settles in the corners of the rooms—sounds in the night, whispers through the walls, and a creeping feeling that they are never truly alone.

The next day brings a hike into a snow-dusted forest, where the woods themselves seem to swallow paths and voices. The group blunders through the dark, their radios crackling with indistinguishable noises as branches snap and fear climbs higher. They return to the house, but the tension has only grown sharper. Nobody can seem to escape the sense that someone is watching, and the unsettling phone calls—silent, then persistent—cut through the quiet like a knife.

A dropped parcel alters the story in a single, chilling moment: a video tape left on the doorstep, wrapped in brown paper. The footage inside exposes a long, unseen thread—the group has been recorded since they left the city, with the same maroon van appearing at every turn. The camera moves through gas stations, diners, and the house, a creeping document of their steps and their vulnerabilities. The most intimate scenes—the friendships, the laughter, the sleeping rooms—are all captured, and the stalker’s presence becomes a constant, troubling backdrop.

With the power failing and signals dying, the group tries to move, only to face a new barrier: their car has vanished, and a threatening van reappears in the drive. The lights go out, plunging them into darkness as fear tightens its grip. A solitary, chilling moment follows when a two-way radio crackles to life in a desperate hand, and a door is slammed from the inside, trapping someone in a room and leaving the others to listen to muffled cries.

As they scramble to escape, a dangerous pattern unfolds. An unseen observer watches from the shadows, and when the group of friends attempts to flee, one member’s camera is lost, and another’s scream pierces the night as a figure closes in. Inside the home, the stalker’s gaze remains fixated, moving through rooms and corridors as the group hides, tries to call for help, and searches for a way out that keeps slipping away.

The footage from the van later reveals a moment of horrifying proximity: Miriam is pursued through the woods as the stalker’s lights sweep the darkness, closing the distance until the chase breaks into the unknown. Back in the house, another stalker roams, searching for Cassy while the night-vision camera follows the hunt. The camera finally catches her in a desperate, blinding moment as she is cornered, and the screen cuts to black just as the screams begin.

The narrative pulls back to show a larger truth: the stalker sits among monitors, watching another feed—the same pattern repeated across different groups. The final shots suggest that the predator’s interest extends beyond this night, drifting toward other gatherings of friends in parks and streets, always watching, always creeping closer. The film ends with the haunting implication that the danger is not confined to one house or one night, but is a methodical pursuit that travels with anyone who steps into the frame.

In the credits, the eerie progression lingers: the stalker’s movements, from first sighting on the highway to the chase through woods, to the intimate surveillance of sleeping rooms, are laid bare as a chilling montage. This is a story about exposure and fear—about how quickly a weekend of escape can turn into a haunting, untraceable pursuit that leaves no one untouched. The final impression is clear: once the watchful eye is set, the line between safety and danger blurs, and disappearance becomes an all-too-real possibility.

Last Updated: October 03, 2025 at 06:48