This week,American Horror Storydigs in a little to the phenomenon of trypophobia, a.k.a.
the fear of clustered holes or bumps, while also connecting some very important dots.
(Have you been wondering where Kai and Winters parents are?
Credit: Frank Ockenfels/FX
Well, hold on to your butts.)
We need to make the murders scarier, Kai says.
Not me, of course.
[Frantically hides annotated paperback ofParadise Lostin underpants.]
Beverly makes a good point: If they want people scared, they need to see the clowns.
Theyre arguing about the best way to make that happen when the last member of the cult arrives.
Youre late, says Kai.
Sorry, Ivy says.
[Insert thirty-second vindication dance break here for everyone who totally knew there was something weird about Ivy.]
Across town, Ally is analyzing the dissolution of her marriage with Dr. Rudy Vincent.
The cults next project is another murder, and participation is not optional.
Its more than Ivy can stand; she makes a run for the bathroom and vomits.
The rest of the group surrounds the distraught Bob.
she screams, before a bag is thrown over her head and she disappears from view.
The member in bad standing?
In this moment, Kai seems entirely in control of his cowed, cowering minions.
Wheres your mother and father?
Finally, someone asks!
And why didnt this murder-suicide make the news?
I called my brother, says Kai.
(Theyll tell Winter when she gets home from Vassar, he says.)
As far as dear old Dad goes, its a pleasure for Kai to watch him rot.
