美国恐怖故事第一季

（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!

EO1∶驱除恶灵的鼠尾草，却带不走内心的恐惧，逐渐暗淡朦胧的双眼，被蒙上了迷离的昏暗色调，夫妻间的矛盾，因为丈夫的出轨而摩擦出新的火花，逐渐化作看不见的仇恨，不被原谅，如墙壁上恶魔的画作，在阴暗的地下室里藏着未知的秘密。

EO2∶用谎言来掩盖谎言，用死亡来祭奠死亡，谋杀仪式的重现，是狂热者的可怖行径，比恶灵更恐怖的是人心的黑暗，鲜血洒满大地，三个人的心中各怀鬼胎，善意被贪婪吞噬。

EO3∶你以为自己看见的活人，其实ta早已死去，每一个亡灵的背后都有着一段不可启齿的阴暗故事，女人眼中的苍老仆人，成为了男人眼中的妩媚女仆，她似欲望的放大镜，将男人心中深埋着的欲火勾引而出，自焚、自毁、自灭。

那些被埋葬了的尸体，终有一日将化作可怖的梦魇来制裁贪婪的暴徒。

EO4∶万圣节是属于亡灵的狂欢。

死去的人再次出现，重复的谎言再次灵验，同性情侣的愤怒之火无处宣泄，藏在角落里的胶皮人成为了罪恶的化身，夜幕降临，门铃响起，无处可躲，恐惧侵袭。

EO5∶一年一度的鬼魂狂欢之夜，这一次没有人再死去，而是开始揭露苟活之人所犯下的罪恶，略显悲伤的氛围，除了懵懂倔强的小女儿之外，其他的人都该死。

EO6∶直面内心的恐惧，最终的结局不过是死亡。

你知道我为什么不再打扰你吗？

因为我在乎你胜过在乎我自己，我爱你。

当他亲口说出这句话的时候，我的内心隐隐作痛，泪目。

EO7∶所以的人都在家极力阻止着这座房子呗摧毁，因为死去的亡灵早已与它融为一体，同存同灭，又一次的惊吓，又一次的谋杀，又一次的阴谋，愤怒或是绝望。

EO8∶黑色胶皮人下隐藏着的是一切罪恶的源头，在癫狂到来的时刻，他的身体早已不属于他自己，他是恐惧的象征、是恶魔的化身、是欲望、是贪婪、是死亡。

EO9∶恶魔的孩子，人类之鬼胎，万恶之本，幽灵恶曲的扭曲，不是神交，而是惩戒。

男人都是骗子，无一例外。

EO10∶无辜的人已然死去，鬼魂的宿命无可逆转，抱着心爱的人痛苦流泪，怀念往生的日子，然而烦恼已然消散，至少我们还能陪伴在彼此身边，同生同灭。

EO11∶死亡后的世界好像并没有什么不同，只是不能离开这座被诅咒的房子，但更多曾经未知的事情却接踵而来，刺激着本就脆弱不堪的灵魂，拥有或是失去，从未得到。

EO12∶从表面来说，泰特似乎是导致一切罪恶和怨念的源头所在，但归根结底，每一个踏入这座房子的人都有罪，它似放大镜般将内心里隐藏的秘密揭露而出，当恶魔之子降临到了这个世界，又一次的因果循环，又一轮的生死存亡，死亡便是最后的结局，无人生还。

貌似是在聊起电锯惊魂之流的时候同事向我推荐了这部《美国恐怖故事》，辞职之后终于有时间来看了，看之前我还问他这是恐怖的还是恶心的，他说都有点吧，现在我看完了，我想说这美剧既不恐怖也不恶心，而是带点煽情的感人。

首先我在第一集里看到那个似人非人的怪物长的很像哈利波特的妖精老师我就觉得这没什么恐怖的了╮(╯_╰)╭然后当女仆望着自己的遗骸哭泣的时候我也哭了，还有后来她去看望自己母亲时我也哭了，多煽情啊，哪恐怖了？

还有被砍成两段的“大丽花”、崔维斯、两个满脸伤痕的捣蛋男孩、被烧死的母女三人……我只能说化妆技术还不错，但要说恐怖或者恶心，完全没有超越电锯惊魂、心慌方、死神来了之类的片子，算是小清新的了╮(╯_╰)╭另外一开始死的那俩捣蛋男孩在死的时候背景音乐居然是欢快的tonight you belong to me，太诙谐了好吗= =最早的那个大夫是害死了24位来堕胎的少女是吗？

那加上她们的孩子，这房子在最初就先死了48个无辜的人。

后来林林总总又死了29个人，所以这儿能不成凶宅吗╮(╯_╰)╭但貌似死去的人里好人占大多数，其中tate杀了几个人都是为了给nora一个孩子，真是莫名其妙的理由= =我是觉得如果跟这些鬼魂和平共处就好了嘛，一家子人多么地热闹啊，何必打打杀杀，那些好鬼很可怜的啊，每人一部心酸史啊，更应该好好对待它们啊╮(╯_╰)╭这片子的世界观可是死了就永生了诶，我靠那些鬼除了不能走出那房子干什么都行啊，尼玛生孩子都行啊，太牛逼了，而且说句go away就走开了，多好收拾啊。

卖房子的时候就应该说，这里面有多少多少鬼，都是怎么死的，哪些是好的哪些是坏的，好的可以帮你，坏的就让它们go away，世界和平啊简直！

第九集结尾居然出来个末日论啊尼玛，一口老血都要喷出来了好吗，还能再扯一点吗，一下子就联想到当年X档案结尾的时候Scully生下的疑似外星人之子啊。

不过他们那个是救世主，你们这个是魔鬼啊，魔鬼啊好吗，3岁杀人就那么开心鸟，我靠对方是一个肥婆啊，3岁的娃娃怎么做到割喉的啊，一屋子的血呦，从楼下拖到楼上了咩，好劲爆\(^o^)/“人类和灵魂结合所诞生的孩子将引发世界的终结，这就是邪恶本质。

”尼玛这都撼动基督教了好吗？

2012要来了是吗，小魔鬼将开启地狱之门是吗，好期待第二季呢，哎呀呀，终于要变玄幻了呢\(^o^)/尼玛，真的够了！！

→_→房子里的死鬼越来越多了，不过它们再那么闹下去肯定不会有人再去买再去住了，所以我只关心那个小崽子。

只是来吐槽啦，我要看的美剧们还没回归，只好捞到什么看什么了╮(╯_╰)╭over

看了最新季的美恐，想了一下，还是来到第一季写下影评。

大名鼎鼎的美国恐怖故事，无论是丰富的剧情，新奇的设定，拍摄的手法，都是FX的扛鼎之作。

怎么会演变的这么烂的？

其实从第五季已经开始走下坡路，一直到第七季，每部剧可圈可点，再加上前几季光环的加持，还是算优质剧。

最新这几季，啧，已经完全沦为烂片了。

前几季其实都不算惊悚片，只是有一些恐怖元素，更多的是对社会现实的映射，例如女巫那一季还有怪胎秀那一季。

第九季讲杀人狂，已经看出来FX就是为了恰饭了，本以为已经够烂了，好嘛，还来了个第十季，又是凶宅，又是神秘人，咱能换个套路吗？

主角跟鬼缠身似的，完全看不下去了已经。

【剧透至e12-本季终】真是抽丝剥茧、层层铺开…… .. ===短评区原帖======http://movie.douban.com/subject/6729183/discussion/42501928/?start=0#comments===直达翻页电=== http://movie.douban.com/subject/6729183/discussion/42501928/?start=100#comments 【e5】 Adelaide应该是真的死了，她哥哥应该是十几年前就死了（校园枪击）…… 后面会怎么发展？

【e6】 孕妇肚子里怀的是恶魔，有蹄子，这就很恐怖了，只要有蹄子就绝对是穷凶极恶的货没跑了 她吃的应该不是猪脑，猪脑绝对没那么大啊！

会不会是……人的…… MF里的C来客串了，结局杯具啊 【e7】 古宅大联盟（火烧疤脸男+女佣+寡妇）成功化解了房屋转手、推倒重盖的危机，在危机面前大家不计前嫌达成统一战线 本集没什么实质性进展，寡妇的另一个孩子现身了，疤脸男曾经爱慕寡妇，V貌似真的爱上T了，T和妈妈的关系很生疏 孕妇又去医院做了检查，不过这次很正常，怀的是双胞胎，难道之前晕倒的护士不简单，可以肯定那个护士是虔诚的教徒，难道她可以看见其他人看不到的东西？

孕妇离开房子依旧身体不适，回去之后就好了 最后重点来了！

她终于开始发现这个古宅的秘密了！

（从V发现的照片上第一次看到首任女房主的样子，从而意识到那次万圣节期间来参观的女访客可能是鬼魂！

） 【e8】 一个正常人最痛苦的事莫过于被当成了精神病…… 本集猛料很足 黑衣塑胶人是T，女主怀的鬼娃也是他的 虽说T之前就这样亮相过，但把头套摘下那一霎那还是有些让人意外 小T貌似是有恋母情结？

还是别的什么原因……为了讨好第一任女房主想要孩子的愿望，小T作着不懈的努力 得知同性恋人感情破裂不想再领养孩子，他毫不犹豫解决了这可怜的一对，心理医生一家三口入住后，因为夫妇已经有了女儿，T只好想办法自己创造了一个（结果是个双胞胎……） 为什么鬼魂能让人类怀上孩子这点还是没给解释…… 而且小T杀死同性恋人时，女仆也在一边帮忙，他们的目的应该还是一致的，可是为什么非要给那位第一任女房主搞个孩子？

难道只有她释怀了，所有的鬼混才能解放？

在屋子范围内死去的人都会变成鬼魂被困在这里这点确定无疑了，本集还透露了一点，屋子里的鬼魂们可以自由显形或隐身，而且他们没办法被再杀死一次（H捅了那男的--女演员的丈夫那么多刀，结果还是没用） 小三H真不是个省油灯，同样抓住第一任女房主想要孩子这点，蛊惑她两人一起合作，把女主吓疯，让她不能抚养孩子，双胞胎两人平分，皆大欢喜…… 女仆非常讨厌小三H（也难怪，这妮子太没下限，和女演员老太的丈夫、女仆生前的男主人搞在一起），她把房子里有鬼混的事告诉了女主，肯定她并不是发疯出现幻觉，劝她赶快抽身 女主得知这一消息，确信自己看到的一切，知道这屋子不正常，决定带着女儿逃出房子，不过就在准备发动汽车时被车里的鬼混又吓回了屋里 小T应该是爱上V了（这点还有待继续观察才能确信），知道女主下定决心要带着女儿离开房子后，决定与小三H联手，把女主搞进精神病院，这样V可以留下来，两个疯女鬼都能得到孩子，再次皆大欢喜…… 在实施计划前T对小V一顿游说洗脑 小V把自己的第一次给了鬼（惨）…… 小T洗脑成功，V因为有所顾忌没说出看到鬼魂的真相，害妈妈被押送去精神病院…… 大事差不多就这些， 只是之前的设定是女主只要离开房子太远就会有不适反应，这点看下集怎么圆 小V貌似有通灵体质，应该可以看到没有自愿显形的鬼混 期待下集的发展 【e9】 “狗血”可以精准的概括本集的剧情发展…… 本集最大的猛料在于抖出了“教皇的盒子”这一狗血的设定…狗血到都自带吐槽了（寡妇女演员的吐槽真是满点啊！

），话说每位新登基的教皇都会被领入“泪之屋”，在屋中他们能够看到一个由教皇代代相传的盒子，盒子里的纸片上写着一个惊天秘密——恶灵与人类的孕育的孩子，将是世界毁灭的开始…… 小三H挑拨离间的功力真是突破天际，到处发动嘴炮，“煽风点火大有炸平庐山停止地球转动之势”，搅的整个屋子鸡飞狗跳，不得安宁… 女主薇薇安在精神病院过的很不快活，更让人哭笑不得的是怀的双胞胎父亲居然不相同（狗血）！

男主从H那得知此消息后非常的气愤，特意跑到精神病院给自己的妻子吃“后悔药”并决绝说自己绝对不会帮她脱离苦海…… 寡妇从女佣口中得知自己的孩子T干的好事，非常的愤怒！

管你是人是鬼，揍是必须的！

看T被老妈虐那段真是五味杂陈…… 没办法自己的孩子犯了错，老妈就得弥补，so…老太太想自己养孙子，所以马上向小男友求婚，商量孩子的问题，组成家庭，“收养”个孩子…小男友有点被这突如其来的提议吓到了，这也在理，“做父亲”这可不是儿戏，要肩负很大的责任，况且他自己都还那么年轻，少不更事的样子，于是乎出于本能的拒绝，被失落暴怒寡妇冷言冷语的给骂走了被骂的小男友内心很受伤，去刚找到的新炮友——小三H处发泄，性格扭曲的H得知他真正爱的还是寡妇，自已一青春年少的女孩竟然比不过一人老珠黄的老太太非常之愤怒，解决了小男友，于是乎古宅大联盟又增加一名会员……（经过本集着实非常讨厌H，本来就是你约炮在先，本来就是炮友，至于夺取一个人的性命么！

鬼么，反正已经都死了，没什么不能失去了，也没有约束鬼的司法体制……可以为所欲为了……）女仆依然在不遗余力的诱惑着男主，好在他自制力够坚强！

一次次的拒绝了女仆的诱惑，终于得到了女仆的信任通过了她的考验，女仆觉得可以把事实的真相告诉他了……本集中还出现了一个女演员的角色，我们暂且称她为“白色大丽花”，一个上世纪40年代想当女演员的女孩，没钱看牙医，跑到凶宅（当时的房主是一个牙医）想用肉体偿还看牙的费用，交易的时候牙医失误，她非常冤枉的就死了，在牙医不知道怎么办时，第一任外科医生房主出现了，在女子的身体上进行了他那疯狂诡异的手术，然后抛尸野外……感觉“白色大丽花”这个角色有点打酱油的感觉，可能是为了以后的剧情做铺垫 期待以后的发展… 【e10】 猛料集集有，本集更是核辐射高能！！！

小V居然早就挂掉了！！！

天啊！！！

白瞎个萝莉了，原来之前吞药自尽那集可怜的娃就没救过来…… 本集真的是非常精彩，结尾的大反转简直是太棒了！

真是集集都有猛料啊 疤面男的秘密全部揭开了，时间来到1994年，疤面男中邪把自家的房子烧了之后之后欢天喜地的来到了寡妇女演员康斯坦斯的家，一场大火过后，房子完好无损，疤面男也丝毫没有受伤，倒是把他自己的妻子和两个女儿活活烧死了…… 疯狂迷恋康斯坦斯的他想借此机会给这一家孤儿寡母带去温暖，康斯坦斯也想重新夺回自己的房子，看似一桩两全齐美两厢情愿的买卖，只是当时T还活着，当然看不惯，也非常讨厌疤面男，在校园枪击案发生那天，他先去疤面男的办公室把他烤了，他脸上的伤原来是拜T所赐…… 男主心理医生明白了一切，去精神病院给自己的妻子道歉，准备把她接回家，不过她表示坚决不回去…… 小男友崔维斯的死造成了不小的轰动，也让康斯坦斯经受着巨大的伤痛，她觉得是疤面男干的，于是找他去算账，最终从他的口中得知是古宅里某个鬼下的手（可想而知，知道凶手身份后的寡妇应该会怒火中烧吧！

期待她与H的巅峰对决，最好借助闺蜜灵媒之手“虐死”小三，康斯坦斯一定要逆袭噢！

否则给差评……） 警方破案压力很大，准备找个替罪羊草草了案，拥有死神气场的康斯坦斯绝对是最佳人选，整个身边从上到下全部死绝了，简直是死神老太婆，跟谁接触谁倒霉啊 疤面男在和她撕破脸皮后，终于意识到原来自己从头到尾都被利用了，非常愤怒，决定一不做二不休，顺水推舟直接嫁祸给康斯坦斯 在去古宅地下室取用来嫁祸的物证（崔维斯的血衣）时，看到被自己烧死遍体鳞伤的两个女儿（感觉崔维斯这个人傻傻的，但心真的很好，很孩子气，一看到他和两个孩子相处的那么好，就替他惋惜），越发恨起女演员，这时自己的妻子也出现了，神吐槽道：其实一直就是你自己在主动倒贴，还想赖谁啊！

一语惊醒梦中人，疤面男意识到自己的罪孽深重（大脑短路葬送了自己的妻子女儿、在女演员忽悠之下用枕头夺取一个无辜的生命，疯狂铁锹激情拍死小三H，小男友炮灰后又化身辛勤的搬尸工），自己的整个就是一悲剧啊，最后“自首”了，揽了一个和自己无关的命案，虽然解救了寡妇，但人家还不领情……杯具人生妥妥的！

本集最精彩的地方还是在于对T的塑造！！！

他真的是爱V啊，为了她一切在所不惜，在v死后，他用尽浑身解数，想方设法不让V离开房子，还要让她不起疑心，任谁知道自己“活着”但其实已经死了都会受不了…… 蛊惑小V不救妈妈是为了她（如果房子里有鬼魂的事被曝光，V也难全身而退），放倒V的爸爸也是为了她（送到寄宿学校一切就都露馅了），杀死除虫炮灰男（黄衣造型让人想起绝命毒大叔啊）也是…… 真相大白后真是不禁让人动容，当小V看到自己满布蝇虫的尸体那段，我的心也抽搐了一下，真是有点接受不了啊！！！

不过这一切又都说通了…… 连续旷课，T的疯癫举动，房间突然出现苍蝇大军，惊慌失措的小V就是跑不出房子…… 惋惜，那么优秀的孩子，IQ150+，科科成绩全A，妹子就这样死在自己一时冲动的无脑行为之下了，看她哭得那么伤心，很不忍心 生命是如此脆弱，容不得任何的莽撞、挥霍、不在乎…… 小V为此付出了最宝贵的代价 当T劝她一起服毒“自尽”时，她是那么渴望生命！

活着多好！

那是房子里的房客最渴望的东西！

那已经不复存在、早已逝去的东西…… 在T放倒心理医生男主的时候，头套被撤掉了，他看见了T，应该也能想到是T XX了自己的妻子 本集没有女仆的戏份，她到底和男主说了什么也不得而知，现在还不知道他得到有没有意识到T是鬼，看看下集怎么发展吧，期待高能…… 【e11】 爆发了！！！

全场高能反映…… 本集的开篇先交代了小T与第一任女房主的邂逅，从小没有得到母亲康斯坦斯呵护的他非常希望女房主能当自己的妈妈，女房主也给了他从自己母亲那里得不到的爱，小T就这样爱上她了，并承诺竭尽自己最大努力给她最想要的东西—— 一个孩子…… 女房主和外科医生那个组装出来的孩子MS也露了一下脸，没有多着笔墨…… 在一个弥漫着痛苦、怨恨、留恋、扭曲的地方，一个活生生的孩子意味着太多太多！！！

人人都想得到孩子！！！

能再次拥有一个宝宝一直是第一任女房主的夙愿，时经将近一个世纪，这份愿望丝毫没有消退；康斯坦斯，看着自己的孩子一个个远去，那份伤痛一定深入骨髓，所以，一定不能再失去自己的孙子！！！

……；小三H，没能有机会哺育自己的孩子，也再也不可能有机会，所以只有这个孩子能满足自己做一次母亲的愿望；同性情侣，为了一个极尽荒唐的理由，准备在孩子一岁左右把他杀掉，留住他们最可爱的一面，而且极尽贪心，两个孩子都要，都要自己抚养；最后，孩子的生母，养育宝宝不容易，孕育更是难上加难，哪份感情能抵得上十月怀胎，自己身上掉下的肉，怎能忍心就这样被夺走！

…… 于是一场风起云涌的撕抢在这个房子里悄无声息却暗流汹涌的蔓延开了…… 论实力，同性情侣无疑占据压倒性的优势，宅子里哪一方都比不过他们，所以离间之术这时派上了用场，给这段本来就濒临瓦解的感情再添一剂猛料，破碎是理所当然的，养孩子就更别提了…… 这对最强的战力就这样被瓦解了，有意思的是他们为宝宝们准备的婴儿床，很有深意啊……洁白平滑与猩红危耸的两个小床并排的摆在那里，所传达的意思不用多讲了吧…… 本就要去接妻子去佛州生产了，非常希望女儿也能一同去迎接自己的母亲，但殊不知，即便她想也不能够啊…… 正当马上就要离开精神病院时从医生口中得知应该尽快进行刨妇产，因为虽然孩子才6个月大，但是其中一个已经就要不行了，另一个“宝宝”抢走了大部分的养分…… 回到家后，本下车去去行李，准备不让薇薇安进屋带着妻儿直奔佛州，但是小V已经死了，她根本没办法离开屋子，只好把真相告诉了父亲，还没待本缓过神来，那一刻终于来了…… 薇薇安临盆了，即便她竭力否认也改变不了这个事实，孩子就要降世了，这万众瞩目的一刻来临了！

康斯坦斯不管三七二十一把拼命挣扎痛苦不堪的薇薇安架进屋子，待本和小V冲进客厅，一切都准备好了，本被眼前的一幕惊呆了…… 大脑瞬时被塞进太多的东西，任一个正常人遇到这种情况非死即疯啊！

可是他不能！！！

即便接受不了，即便马上就要失控也根本不允许他表现出了！

现在需要他必须肩负起一切！！！

正如康斯坦斯说的：这所屋子正在竭尽它的所能“帮”你，现在不容你拒绝！！！

死去的医生护士们都拿出他们专业的一面帮助接生！

往事从脑海中闪过，小V降生时的画面浮现，当薇薇安说“我恨你！

”时，心里真是百感交集，怎么就会变成今天这样！

虽然嘴里说着恨，但那满满的、不言而喻的全是爱啊！

爱啊！

经历了这么多，这可能是这对夫妇身上唯一没有改变过的吧！

即便此情此景，两只手还是像曾经那样紧紧的握在一起…… 先出来的是本的骨肉，说时迟那时快，外科医生欺骗孩子的母亲说孩子已经夭折，连一眼都没让孩子的母亲看就把孩子推到自己妻子的怀里，宝宝就这样被带走了… 无奈女主也没有任何办法，因为她还得竭尽全力生另一个，但意料中的意外就这样发生了，仅仅6个月的时间孩子发育的却异常健壮，难产…… 谁都无能为力，即便本在苦苦哀求，也没有办法挽救自己的妻子，维维安就这样去了，第二个“宝宝”撕裂了自己母亲的身体来到了人间！

（古宅俱乐部又添新丁，会员名额马上就要满了，房子也快超负荷了，它承载了太多的不幸……） 孩子一降世就被寡妇以借口抱走了，弥留之际的母亲也没能看到它一眼，就在寡妇和女仆为孩子清洗的时候，小三H出现了，终于该正面交锋了…… 小V就这样失去了子己的母亲，只留下父亲孤零零一个人，她无法原谅一切的罪魁祸首，就像她对T说的：我虽然爱着你，但我没办法原谅你！

我们不可能在一起…（闭眼大叫走开，鬼魂就会远离你，这条在鬼与鬼之间也适用） 当母亲的手伸过来抱住自己伤心的女儿，那一幕真的很让人动容，经过了那么多风风雨雨，母女俩终于原谅、理解了对方，但生命却已不再……“我虽然失去了一切，但我没有失去自己的孩子”，多么令人惋惜，多么无辜，多么可怜，但屋子里的其他“人”又何尝不是呢？

心都碎了… 下一集将会是本季的最后一集，势必会为第二季埋下够大的伏笔，这段时间感谢各位的支持，季终后我会把评论整理发到影评区，补完前4集的部分并加入对整季的理解和评论，欢迎大家到时前去观摩畅谈… 期待下集季终的重磅炸弹… 【e12】本季终 很遗憾高潮已经过去，上一集就是，本集主要的目的还是为下一季做铺垫 本苦苦呼唤着自己的妻儿，但是薇薇安和小V达成了约定，绝不现身，否则本就不可能离开这幢房子了 接着本又去康斯坦斯的家去讨要宝宝，寡妇虽然很不情愿，但还是交出了宝宝，并奉劝他赶快离开鬼屋，再也不要回去了 可伤心至极的他对此话并不上心，一心只想求死，他把自己的财产家当都准备妥当，等着妻子的姐姐过来接孩子时把这些东西和宝宝一起带走，自己则可以和妻女重逢了 就在他要扣动扳机的那一刹那，薇薇安出现了，解开了他的心结，小V也劝父亲赶紧带着弟弟离开，不用担心自己，就在本放下包袱，准备带着宝宝离开时，小三H纠结屋里的邪恶力量把本给做掉了，至此，屋子里彻底没活人了，团灭没商量！

本啊，真是笨啊！

康斯坦斯进屋后看见被吊死的他给的那句评价非常中肯：“You stupid son of a bitch（你个傻X）” 小三夺走了宝宝，康婆自然不会善罢甘休，在小男友的帮助下成功夺回宝宝，并带回自己的家里抚养…… 一家人终于团聚了，实在是可悲！

既然房子彻底空了，房屋中介南希又该上场了…… 熟悉的再不能熟悉的说辞，房子就这样又被忽悠出去了 眼看又一个原本幸福美满、人畜无害的家庭即将遭殃，薇薇安和本决定不能坐视不理，他们决定施以援手，准备在女仆的帮助下解救这个和自己一样的无辜家庭！

就这样凶宅内的善意联盟达成了！

计划进行的很顺利，一家三口被成功吓走了！

照这样下去南希可有得忙了！

薇薇安的大提琴拉的太好了，真是拉轰啊 正当她沉浸在音乐中的时候，突然听到地下室传来哭声，是的！

是自己的另一个骨肉，可怜的宝宝被塞到第一任女房主的怀里后，只哭了一声就夭折了！

因为从没有养育过孩子，她根本不会照看孩子，可被整天吱哇乱叫的宝宝折磨残了！

薇薇安看到宝宝后，女房主也算解脱了，她也应该是放弃了养宝宝这种超出自己能力范围、不切实际的想法，把孩子交给生母然后就跑路了…… 女仆是个好人，薇薇安决定让她当孩子的教母，圣诞节快到了，一家人其乐融融的装点着圣诞树…… 小T依旧爱着小V，他说会一直等着她…… 结尾处还给下一季留了个大尾巴，年仅三岁的恶魔之子露出了真面目，残忍的杀害了自己的保姆，真为康斯坦斯忧心啊！

====康婆的那段独白不错，为大家摘下来==== “自孩提时代 我就自命不凡， Ever since I was a little girl,I knew I was destined for great things. 觉得自己将来会名扬四海 成为一个...伟人 I was gonna be somebody--a person of...significance. 我曾经以为 我会成为银幕之星， A star of the silver screen, I once thought. 但...梦想照进现实时 却成了梦魇 But...my dreams became nightmares. 闪亮的桂冠遥不可及...葬礼的花圈挥之不去 Instead of laurels...funeral wreathes. 荣光暗淡，寂寞生寒，苦痛不减 Instead of glory......bitter disappointment,cruel afflictions. 现在我终于明白 Well, now I understand 命运苦我心智必有大任降之 tragedy was preparing me...for something greater. 以前的种种不顺都是教训 Every loss that came before was a lesson. 是上天在锻炼我 I was being prepared. 而现在我终于明白目的何在 And now I know for what. 一切都为了这个孩子 This child. 一个出类拔萃的小男孩 A remarkable boy. 注定会成就非凡之事 Destined for greatness! 需要一位同样出类拔萃的母亲 In need of a remarkable mother, 一位经历挫折和逆境磨练的人生导师...来传授他智慧 someone forged in the fires of adversity......who can guide him......with wisdom, 赋予他坚强，包容他以爱” with firmness, with love. 至此，美国恐怖故事的第一季就正式落幕了，下一季就得等到明年了！

恶魔之子这条线会怎么发展，苦命的一家人又会经历什么？

善良的宝宝死了，但他会与会也想女仆一样可以长大呢？

只要房子不倒，好戏就会一直风起云涌的上演下去…… 各位，我们明年再见了…… =====================时隔整整7年的分割线============================2018.07.20更新美国恐怖故事第八季今日公布正式标题为“启示录”（Apocalypse），第八季将是第一季《谋杀屋》与第三季《女巫集会》的交叉季，同时也是为本系列首季《谋杀屋》的正式续篇！！！

当年的评论最后一句是“各位，我们明年再见了……”，没想到等来真正的续篇已是整整7年以后！！！

不知道当年追贴的小伙伴如今怎样了？

是否一切顺遂，是否还能看到我的更新今年9月12日新季开播，我会再开一帖延续本剧的分集解析简评，让我们继续抽丝剥茧，边看边聊…

看这部剧是因为猎奇，整体感觉很失望，没有什么印象深刻的出彩点。

可能因为是11年出的剧，本身就带有年代感，但是里面凶宅、鬼胎、人鬼情实在是可以称得上烂俗。

无论是恐怖的表现手法还是老套的情节，以及最后结局主角一家幸福的成为鬼魂永生在一起，都让人感到很无奈，整部剧感觉就是把各种恐怖情节拼凑在一起，没有令人震撼的逻辑和精彩的反转剧情，作为一部12集的剧，着实是有点浪费时间。

如果你是恐怖片爱好者，还是不推荐看了。

总之，这就是一部打发时间的狗血肥皂剧（顶着恐怖故事的帽子）。

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

在我有限的美剧观影记录中，情景喜剧总是占据了半壁江山，什么《摩登家庭》、《杰西驾到》、《破产姐妹》以及据说终于要完结了的《生活大爆炸》。

我猜我如此钟情情景喜剧和大多数人认为它们实际上非常无聊的原因背道而驰。

是的，实际上，它们非常有意思，不仅短小精悍而且充满密集的笑点，以及有意思的情节。

再加一点必不可少的黄段子，和浓度适中的正能量。

要知道，现在的美剧导演大部分都是迷影，他们观看过大量的好莱坞电影以及欧洲艺术片，因此很难抑制自己在作品中进行戏仿或者致敬，更不介意直接拿其中的某几场戏进行高度还原，这种小游戏也成为大部分热衷美剧的观众与导演之间的互动。

更别提电影中那些数不清楚的彩蛋。

而今天，我要聊的这部美剧，在观众席间还有另一个名字——《美国色情故事》。

它在情节上的惊悚和血腥总包裹着大胆的性爱表现方式，对欲望的揭露也总是那样直言不讳。

这部美剧就是《美国恐怖故事》开播至今，《美国恐怖故事》已经五季，每季为一个独立的故事单元，故事构思来源于美国历史上真实发生的灵异事件或者触目惊心的谋杀案，不可否认的是，表象上的猎奇元素为它赢得不俗收视的同时也是《美国恐怖故事》备受争议的原因。

五季《美国恐怖故事》的故事构思都有一个相似的框架，人物塑造上都有非常雷同的性格，比如主角总是有些mommy issues。

他们要么处理不好和母亲的关系，要么总有些乱伦倾向，比如第一季《美国恐怖故事：谋杀屋》中的泰特，他认为自己幼年时被父亲抛弃的原因是因为母亲放荡的行为，所以他把自己的不幸全部归咎于他的母亲康丝坦斯身上。

更是放火烧伤母亲的男朋友，在校园展开血腥屠杀。

如果有的人生来就是魔鬼，泰特肯定算得上是其中之一。

第二季《美国恐怖故事：疯人院》中血脸杀手的杀人动机则更纯粹，缺少母爱。

这直接导致了他剥离女性肌肤，渴望温暖爱抚等一系列变态行为。

其后的第三季《女巫集会》、第四季《畸形秀》、第五季《旅馆》中，主人公都有性格上的相似缺陷，而造成这些缺陷的原因惊人的相似，你很难不怀疑瑞恩·墨菲（《美国恐怖故事》的编剧、导演以及制作人）创造这些人物背后的动机。

弑母更是其中动不动就会出现的情节。

第三季中的弑母情节高达三、四次。

平均每季都会出现那么一两次，不是子女亲手杀死母亲，就是恨不得母亲赶紧去死。

当然也有弑父情节。

大概杀红了眼，管你是谁谁谁。

瑞恩·墨菲和他母亲关系肯定不好吧。。。

与此同时，这些人物还有一个明确的行动主线，而这些行动主线往往来源于那些已经扬名立万的影视佳作。

第一季《谋杀屋》中不仅借鉴了美国历史上许多臭名昭著的连环杀人案，更有对曼森案的指涉以及《罗斯玛丽的婴儿》的戏仿。

一个怀孕的母亲，住在一所令人不安的房子，周围的人都认为她疯了，她的丈夫也不相信她，虽然境况好过《罗斯玛丽的婴儿》中罗斯玛丽的丈夫与魔鬼盟誓，出卖妻子的子宫孕育撒旦之子，但两厢比较下，前者也没有幸运到哪里去，同样上演了生吃猪脑、备受腹中魔鬼之子折磨的戏码。

但《美国恐怖故事》的精明之处在于它不会只用这一种单薄的故事线支撑13集的内容，于是衍生出的其他支线同样充满诱惑力，比如第一季中的黑色大丽花、科学怪人弗兰肯斯坦、美国校园屠杀案等。

你能说这些又猎奇又奇情的故事对你没有一丝吸引力？

同时，每个人物的背后都有一个独立的前传，以此解释了他们现在的行为动机，这组成了《美国恐怖故事》最重要的一个环节，每个人物的形象都非常立体饱满，他们背后的故事同样又扭曲又变态，展开来写都能单独出一个剧集。

因而《美恐》不仅成就了许多演员，后续剧集也邀请了三位奥斯卡影后坐镇，第五季的主演Lady Gaga更是凭此剧封后。

这三位分别是安吉拉·贝赛特，杰西卡·兰格以及凯西·贝茨。

这都是演技被奥斯卡肯定过的女人们啊。

而兰姨（杰西卡·兰格）更是《美恐》的灵魂人物，第三季和第四季几乎是为她量身打造。

也许就是为了平衡兰姨在剧中的演技，后面才请来了安吉拉·贝赛特和凯西·贝茨。

如果你还没有看过凯西·贝茨的《危情十日》，你一定要去看看这部能把人吓尿的心理恐怖片。

第二季《疯人院》是我认为《美恐》中最屌炸天的一季，我给它打101分，剩下一分留给它骄傲。

同时，这也是《美恐》五季中唯一全网禁播的一季。

豆瓣上也根本找不到这季的词条和相关介绍。

这季的灵感来源于美国B级片大师塞缪尔·富勒的《恐怖走廊》。

《恐怖走廊》讲述的是一个充满野心的记者潜入精神病院挖取重磅新闻，最后却在这所泯灭人性的医院里疯掉的故事。

《疯人院》的故事框架和它如出一辙，同样是想要获得普利策奖的野心记者，同样为了调查一件谋杀案潜入医院，不同的是，《疯人院》还狠狠地讽刺了天主教，几乎是颠覆了美国传统的宗教信仰，不仅肯定外星人的存在，还调侃了天主教在美国某些地区强大的势力，这和今年奥斯卡最佳影片多么相得益彰。

而精神病院中那些电击疗法、水疗和一些残忍的虐待都曾经真实的发生过。

还有臭名昭著的额前叶切除手术。

片中对同性恋进行的厌恶转换疗法同样致敬了库布里克的《发条橙子》。

在这里，修女是放荡的婊子，身上背负着人命，黑色的修女服下是她廉价的红色内衣。

主教大人则忙着和撒旦附身的小可爱修女啪啪啪。

这么一部明摆着有信仰的人都龌龊恶心肮脏的剧，你不能指望美国人民给出什么好评，因此这一季也是五季中最不受待见的一季。

但编剧的脑洞开的真的不是一般大，除了精神病、外星人、同性恋等元素，《疯人院》还乱入了安妮·弗兰克，乱入了德国纳粹，以及骇人的人体试验。

How wonderful不过从第三季开始，《美恐》有点跑偏，显然瑞恩·墨菲作为一个小基佬，开始控制不住的在片中大放福利。

没错，就是后来《美恐》被称为《美国色情故事》的开端，第五季《旅馆》我以为我看的是一部GV。

前两季最多是AV。

孔雀美好的肉体在片中一览无遗，有多少人是奔着这个去看的美恐5《旅馆》，而开拍前说好的根据蓝可儿事件得到的启发，全片也没能看见和蓝可儿有关的半毛钱线索。

通篇都是啪啪啪，杀杀杀。

第四季《畸形秀》的灵感则来源于《畸形人》，但我看完印象最深的却是片中提出的一个概念。

虐杀电影（snuff film）。

据说虐杀电影是真的存在的，一些丧心病狂的人会诱骗一些有明星梦的妓女或者邻家女孩之类的，然后在拍摄过程中真实的实施强暴、肢解等血腥暴力的行为。

然后将这些录像带兜售出去，记得大卫·柯南伯格的《录像带谋杀案》就讲述的相关内容。

啧啧啧。

想想就酸爽。

扯远了。

好吧，那今天的推送不如就到此结束吧。

跑远了我也不知道我后面想说什么来着。

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从有美国小说这概念起，美国作家的理想就是写一部“伟大的美国小说”（the Great American Novel）。

它要文学性强，要形象鲜明，要引人入胜；但更重要的是，它得是“美国人写的这个时代的美国事”。

作者、主题、时代性，丝丝入扣，缺一不可。

维基百科上所列公认的伟大的美国小说，有《白鲸》、《哈克贝利·芬历险记》、《了不起的盖茨比》、《愤怒的葡萄》、《麦田里的守望者》、《洛丽塔》等等，你就知道美国作家若要树标杆，会望向哪里。

有人说这理想是一种对史诗的渴望，因他们不曾拥有遗产。

但换个角度看，这是自觉的参与书写历史，介于豪迈与狂妄间的责任感。

这责任感不独作家有，美国的创作者几乎都在心中暗暗攥拳。

本剧就是讲这么一个“伟大的美国恐怖故事”的企图。

主要角色典型至极：心理医生丈夫、艺术气质的居家妻子、有点黑暗的青春期女儿。

还有只狗。

场景也似曾相识：草坪、街区、大片独栋。

被某人比喻为“人造微型扭曲社会”的中学，神秘兮兮的邻居，不远处的海滩。

但是从那个女仆出现开始，一切都有点，不太一样。

你见过哪部讲美国郊区的恐怖片中，以女仆作为标准家庭的配置的？

是的，远离城区的大片独栋，和以受欢迎程度为唯一社会序列标准的高中，是当代美国人挥之不去的梦魇。

想想看，现实题材的恐怖片，每年有几部是发生在这两个场景之外的？

他们努力工作，积极奋斗，终于将想象中的场景搬到了身边，却发现心中仍然没有着落——怎么办？

如何排遣这焦虑？

我们称之为第一世界难题。

回到女仆。

我们发现，夫妇眼中的女仆不是一人；我们发现，女仆也是有故事的人——她死很久了；我们发现，神秘兮兮的邻居和这女仆也有渊源……她不止是因为只有一身衣服才始终这样打扮的，她就是过去，挥之不去、死而不僵的过去。

美国逐渐成了一个有历史的国家。

自从打完内战，它积极的一边参战一边反战，和国家联盟、国家、种族、恐怖主义开战。

从飞机降临的那一天走到今天，它回头恍然发现：它也有过去了。

它不再是，或者说不再能总认为自己是那个混不吝的teenager了。

它有过外遇，说过谎，埋过尸，眼前的女人似乎都在勾引自己，老婆不能碰，小三不松口，工作上又害死了人……从女仆出发，我们进入了情节剧的“每个人都不是表现出来的样子”模式。

丈夫不仅有外遇，还无心悔改；妻子不愿为家庭和孩子牺牲，还没完全分居就和保安公司的人暧昧；女儿看似被欺凌，结果却是身边的人一个个非死即伤。

这家庭似乎要崩溃，但又似乎在维持，看不见救赎，但也总有转折。

一如今日美国。

或其他任何地方。

剧播到现在，“用类似经典恐怖片回顾的小故事开头，引入新的角色和情节，与主线穿插推进”的模式已经基本成型。

但最具可看性的，或者说这剧最吸引我的，却既不是开头的小故事，也不是这些肩负第一世界难题的主角们，而是——无处不在、铺天盖地的致敬。

随便数数，鬼屋（The Amityville Horror）、闪灵（The Shining）、罗斯玛丽的婴儿（Rosemary's Baby）、月光光心慌慌（Halloween）、魔女嘉丽（Carrie）、糖人（Candyman）、魔鬼天使（Twisted Nerve）……都历历在目，个人觉得还有最毒妇人心（Hush... Hush, Sweet Charlotte）、德州链锯杀人狂（The Texas Chainsaw Massacre）、神话（Phenomena）等等。

还有真实的科伦拜恩。

一路看下来，完全可以拿来当恐怖片迷俱乐部联欢的保留节目。

它是不是真的达成了自己的理想，对我来说已不重要了。

这绝非贬低，而是出于一个恐怖片爱好者对另一个恐怖片爱好者的精彩之作发自内心的赞许，以及对过往时光重新检视后的些许乡愁。

对作品来说，这该算是创作时心中抱着“伟大的美国恐怖故事”理想的人，在历史坐标上的一声报到吧。

PS：老有人说这橡胶人口味重什么的，其实看过日本漫画的人都知道怎么回事吧：金田一和柯南里的凶手，不是永远都是这副装扮么。

《美国恐怖故事》第一季的场景是谋杀屋，由迪伦·麦克德莫特 （Dylan McDermott ）饰演男主本，康妮·布里登 （Connie Britton ）饰演Vivien，住进凶宅之后发生一连串的怪事；

本 剧中出现了一位亦老亦少的感女仆Moira（ 阿丽克丝·布莱肯瑞吉 Alexandra Breckenridge 饰）；能预知的诡异女孩Adelaide；穿黑色紧身橡胶服的神秘人；满脑子古怪念头的病人Tate（伊万·彼得斯 Evan Peters 饰），不请自来的邻居Constance（杰西卡·兰格 Jessica Lange 饰），令人不寒而栗的跟踪者Larry（丹尼斯·欧哈拉 Denis O'Hare 饰），来揭示鬼屋的秘密；

本和女儿 在快结束的时候，也揭示了本的女儿Violet也已死亡成为了在鬼屋的鬼魂，精彩的是由迪伦·麦克德莫特 （Dylan McDermott ）饰演的本有两场精彩的裸戏，激发性欲，还有就是出现的橡胶人也是； 亦老亦少的女仆、古怪念头的Tate、橡胶人都是有所关联，凶宅内所有的人物都有所联系，并且如果不是Ben一定要搬进凶宅，悲剧也不会发生，所有人就不会死亡，有因必有果。