Holy schnikey, witches! Quite an episode! What an ending! In hindsight, I should have known something was up because they sent Jenna Dewan-Tatum on a press tour this week, talking up the show. But I’ve been watching soaps for a long time, so I wasn’t so sure I believed the commercials about “the most shocking episode ever” and that I wouldn’t believe the last two minutes. But I was shocked and I couldn’t believe the last two minutes.
Just remember, we’re all in this together.
Ingrid is ignoring Dash’s calls, and the warlock is not happy about it. He’s boozing and smashing stuff in the attic when he comes upon some old letters and journals, containing pictures of old Ingrid from the satanic cult days.
Okay, you guys, this is pretty squick worthy (worse than tentacle man, if you can believe it), so let’s try and get through this together. Freddy’s still carving up his blindfolded girlfriend, who’s oblivious thanks to the “numbing cream” he used. There’s blood all over the bed. It’s terrible. Freddy raises the knife up high … but he can’t do it.