Beyond the Woods

Ger looks at the Holy Well signpost. Hint: There's nothing holy here.

Somewhere in Ireland in a wonderful old stone farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, a group of longtime friends gather for the weekend. At this point, given the sheer number of horror movies I’ve seen if I ever received an invitation to an isolated house for any reason I’d turn into a raving conspiracy theorist warning everyone to stay away, but this is why I’ll never be in a horror flick.
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