She didn’t make the deal. But now she’ll pay the price.
Sixteen years after Sam Raimi’s cult horror classic redefined supernatural terror, Drag Me to Hell 2 (2025) resurrects the curse that first devoured Christine Brown—this time with a new victim, a darker twist, and even deeper descent into pure demonic chaos. This chilling sequel returns with Raimi’s trademark blend of grotesque horror and twisted humor, but ups the ante in ways both psychological and viscerally nightmarish.
The story follows Ava Rourke, a skeptical young mortuary intern in Los Angeles who stumbles upon a mysterious sealed envelope during an autopsy. The corpse? A Jane Doe burned beyond recognition—later revealed to be the missing Christine Brown. Within the envelope lies the same cursed button that damned Christine all those years ago. Out of curiosity, Ava touches it. And hell, once again, begins to stir.
At first, it’s just nightmares—visions of fire, rot, and Christine screaming beneath the earth. But soon, the Lamia returns: knocking at doors with invisible hooves, casting shadows with no source, dragging souls in dreams only to leave real scars. Desperate to break the curse, Ava traces Christine’s path backward through old records, Romani legends, and a crumbling psychiatric facility that once housed someone who survived an attack from the demon... or so they claimed.
Drag Me to Hell 2 brings back that stomach-churning blend of horror slapstick—vomiting corpses, possessed goats, and soul-tearing winds—but this time grounded in deeper emotional horror. Ava’s guilt, inherited trauma, and mounting paranoia turn her into an unreliable narrator of her own reality. Is the Lamia real, or has she already been dragged into her own private hell?
With a shocking third act that flips the rules of the original curse, Raimi’s return is both fan service and fresh nightmare. The soul may be damned—but the franchise is alive and kicking.
