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TaintBad Productions.

Well, Silver Grove, it's that time of year

again.

And today marks the 26th anniversary

of the Silver Grove massacre.

Now, we've all heard one thing or another.

There's been crazy conspiracy theories on cannibalistic cults

or devil worshippers.

But when we all sit back and look at the evidence,

all we really know is that the killer or killers used a saw.

I want to hear what you know about the Silver Grove massacre.

And if you think Mr. Buzzkill is real.

And the phone lines are filling up.

So let's start taking calls.

Caller 1, what are your thoughts?

First off, it's terrible what happened,

and it's a shame that no one was ever caught.

But something has always felt off about the whole thing.

What do you mean by that?

How does someone kill over 20 people

without anyone getting away?

Did they just line up or something?

That's a good question.

Let's see what our next caller has to say.

Yeah.

Listen, I think it might have been like a cult

or like some kind of Jonestown thing.

You see where I'm going?

- OK. - All right.

So listen, I think they might have

been all drinking the Kool-Aid.

Like they were all drugged out.

And this is all, kind of, like, thought out.

Premeditation.

I can see that.

Next caller.

What if it's just

one big cover up for the government to hide what

really happened that night?

OK, cryptic.

What do you think really happened?

Mr. Buzzkill.

He was a program government super soldier.

OK, let's rein it in a bit here.

Let's move on to our next caller.

Oh, my God!

Am I on the air?

You sure are.

What you got for me?

OK.

So I think there had to be multiple killers

to be able to pull it off.

Oh, the plot thickens.

It had to be like a hostage

situation, or something, to be able to execute

that many people, right?

But why?

What could the reason be to walk into a party

and just kill everyone?

But what do I know?

Next caller.

So you're telling me

there's a crazy person with a saw living out in the woods?

Oh, the urban legend

of Mr. Buzzkill-- a bedtime story

to keep the kiddos in check.

Come on!

What, does he wear a mask, too?

Sounds like a low-budget horror movie to me.

Hey, now, that sounds like it

has franchise potential.

Next caller.

Mr. Buzzkill is 100% real.

I've seen him.

Oh, we have an eyewitness report here, folks.

Caller, when and where did you see Mr. Buzzkill?

It was about two years ago.

Really close to Lucky's Tavern.

Because who doesn't want to grab a drink

and relax, right?

Next caller.

This was part of the master plan

as set forth by the apoc--

There's always that one guy who

just tries to ruin all my fun.

Next caller.

I don't understand why there was never

a county-wide search, like they did in Brookhaven when the guy

was bashing people's heads in.

That is a very good question,

but I have no answers.

Next caller.

Listen, in the past 26 years,

Silver Grove has lost the equivalent of an 1/8 of its

population between the massacre and other

deaths or missing people.

Someone has to be responsible for all this death.

Someone.

It's 100% possible for someone

to be living out in the woods or by the old Gorge Summer Camp.

So you believe Mr. Buzzkill is real,

and possibly living in some remote part of the outskirts

of Silver Grove?

I'm just saying.

- It's possible. - All right.

All right.

I guess I can picture that.

Next caller.

You you're a horrible person

for mocking a tragedy--

OK, I think that's about all the calls

we're going to take for now.

But just to be clear, what happened here

all those years ago was a tragedy.

But it's also grown to the point that it's

become an urban legend.

Part of me believes that the legend of Mr. Buzzkill

is just something that, I don't know, maybe helps people cope--

to figure out who to place the blame on.

Or maybe it represents all the bad that's happened.

I don't know.

But it's about time to pack up and hit the road.

So everyone, stay safe out there and keep

an eye out for Mr. Buzzkill.

Is it your life's ambition to smoke yourself stupid?

Me?

Yeah, you.

You wake up, you smoke.

You go to the grocery, you smoke.

Before work, smoke.

OK, Judgey McJudgerson.

Before you get all high and mighty, how about we talk

about the list of your fucking accomplishments

you got going on? - Damn.

And besides, if you want to talk stupid, how about

we delve into the shit that you pulled at your sister's birthday

party?

Wait, what happened?

Hold on.

This is good.

So Jessica killed just enough brain cells that night

to spend the entire evening trying to make

out with Marie's boyfriend.

What?

Come On!

Just now hearing about this.

And that is why I don't smoke no more.

Yeah.

OK.

Sit back down.

Hey, guys.

Well, welcome to the party.

What'd I miss?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Well, it looks like you guys have already started.

So let's dive in.

Dive in.

Dive in to what?

Are we going to play a game?

Oh, God!

I swear on all that is holy, if this

is another one of your dumb ass scavenger

hunt game night things, I'm going

to gouge my fucking eyes out.

First off, my game nights are epic.

But no, no games tonight.

I thought we should do something different.

Do you guys realize where we are?

I do.

So should all of you.

And I also know where you're going with this.

And you are twisted.

Wait, what the fuck am I missing?

You didn't.

Wait, you-- you really don't know what today is?

Sorry.

New guy here.

What the fuck is going on?

Well, congratulations, Josh.

Where you are sitting right now is

less than 50 feet away from where a massacre took place.

Allegedly.

Let's get that straight.

Wait, so you're saying that the legend of Mr. Buzzkill,

it's real?

100%.

I did not come out here to celebrate some people that

got killed by a fucking maniac.

Oh, please.

Everybody knows it was a government cover-up.

Shut up!

What?

So I'm the fucking asshole?

OK.

All right.

Look, you can look at it how you want.

But tonight's the anniversary.

And if it makes you feel any better,

I'm only going off of the facts.

I'm not going to be making up some bullshit.

I'm going off of actual research.

Research?

What research?

Really?

I'm so glad you asked.

See, our uncle was the lead detective on the massacre.

You're unbelievable.

Unbelievable.

Do you really want to go there?

So as I was saying, tonight marks

the anniversary of several things

when it comes to Silver Grove--

the Silver Grove massacre of 1998 and the Gorge

Summer Camp massacre of 2018.

What the fuck are you talking about?

So there's two massacres?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We will get there.

But first, we have to start where it all began.

Jacob's father became a drunk after the passing

of his mother.

He would regularly beat on the kids.

And Jacob's brother, Rick, well, he was a piece of work as well.

What's up, Sphincter Boy?

What do you want, Rick?

Dad's passed out, and Amanda's brother's

throwing a kegger tonight. - OK.

So? - So you know what that means.

You're going to annoy some girl,

and then come home alone and jerk off again.

You little ass stain.

Hey, give me that.

I just got that new slammer today.

You did?

Stay in there.

Jacob's mother loved Halloween

in the spirit of the season.

But after her passing, Jacob's father

packed everything up and locked it away in the garage.

Fuck's all this racket out here, kid?

Huh?

Let me see what you're doing out here.

Get out of the way.

God damn it.

Look what you did to the door.

Where's your brother at?

He's supposed to be watching you.

I've had enough of your shit.

What?

You've been watching too many scary movies, haven't you?

You see, Jacob couldn't deal with any of it.

And it's speculated that once he put the mask on,

he could drown out everything that was wrong.

As T-Swizzle as my witness, Marie.

If you have somebody in the woods trying to freak us out,

I'm going to lose my shit.

I'm going to lose my shit.

For real.

I cannot handle that shit.

Now that Jacob's father was taken care of,

he knew what he had to do.

So he went to the keg party in the barn behind us

to find his brother.

He walked into the barn and stood at the entrance,

just watching everyone have a good time.

And even though he was there just to kill his brother,

he snapped and he started cutting everyone up.

So the cops just found him in the barn or what?

No.

Jacob Turner was never found.

He has been missing since that day in 1998.

Give me a fucking break.

This kid was what, 10, maybe 11 years old?

You really expect me to believe that this fucking

snot-nosed pre-teen just wanders off into the forest

like he's some kind of fucking bushwhacker,

and survives with nothing but the clothes

on his back for fucking years?

I mean, think about it.

How many people go missing in Silver Grove every year?

Since 1998, they have been recovering body parts out in

these woods on a regular basis.

In March of 1999, a hunter was found in the woods.

His throat was slit, and he was missing clothes.

And then in 2000, a work crew was clearing out

a part of the woods over where the development was going to be.

Two men were killed while putting in overtime.

Don't forget about that photographer dude

and the model that went missing, what, 2020-- a few years ago?

Whatever that was.

Very nice.

Hold on.

Come on, we almost had the shot.

Oh, man!

Apparently, from what I saw on the news,

I guess all they found was the dude's camera.

And then like a pile of the chick's bones.

And they said that the skull looked like it was caved in.

And then there was a hiker that

went missing a few years back.

That's right.

And they found pieces of him with marks from a saw.

And then just two summers ago, a girl from town went missing.

When they found her torso, it looked

like it had been hollowed out.

And just last summer, the bartender from Lucky's Tavern

went missing.

I'm not fucking eating that.

Please! Please!

No, please!

When they found what was left of her,

she had human flesh in her esophagus.

So she ate somebody?

It's hard to say.

I mean, maybe she took a bite out of her attacker

or maybe she was fed it.

Bullshit!

What's that, Carrie?

So what happened in 2018?

That was the Grove summer camp massacre.

Our cousin Sean went to college with those kids.

So you and Luke, are you excited?

Yeah, but I'm nervous.

Well, it's your first real relationship since he

who shall not be named.

Of course, you're nervous.

But you two have known each other forever.

That's exactly my point.

What if we don't connect on that level?

I don't want to ruin a really good friendship.

Oh, such a sweet virgin.

Get over yourself.

I already told you he has a nice dick.

What else do you want?

A meaningful relationship, for one.

I'm not a whore.

No offense.

I'm a whore, am I?

Well, I heard that you let TJ film you and Drew once.

And I heard you gave Sean Burkett

a blumpkin for his birthday.

OK, it was his birthday.

And I only gave him a blowjob while he was sitting

on a toilet, lid closed.

OK?

You know what?

I am a whore.

But speaking of your big dick boyfriend, here he comes.

And yours, too, Sara.

Why do we hang out with you again?

Family, bitch.

Hey, Lisa.

Hey, Luke.

Well, aren't you two just fucking precious?

So guys, guess what?

We got a plan for the weekend.

My dad just bought this abandoned camp.

When you say abandoned, do you mean like the cabins

are falling in on us?

No.

It's got electricity and shit.

It's just been shut down for a really long time.

So I was thinking--

Why was it shut down?

I don't know.

Like some animal attack or something.

I don't know.

Can I finish?

Like I was saying, I was on my way out the door this morning,

and I snatched the keys to the camp.

So what do you say we go into Camp Asshole this weekend?

Sounds fun.

That sound good to you, babe?

Yeah.

That sounds like a lot of fun.

Wait, how are we all going to get out there?

Your car's not going to fit all of us.

Yeah, I know.

Ask her, man.

Oh, yeah.

So your brother owns a van, right?

Yeah, but I don't really know how good it is

or if it'll make it out there.

Come on, just ask him.

It'll be a lot of fun.

You and Luke alone in a cabin together.

We can have our own cabin?

Yes.

Yes, you can have your own cabin.

Fine, I'll ask.

But no promises.

Hell, yeah.

All right, that settles that.

So you three go take care of that.

I'm going to go see a guy about the alcohol

selection for this weekend.

Luke, let's go.

OK.

Call me?

Yeah, I'll call you.

Wait, can I at least get a ride?

My car is not big enough, remember.

Bye.

You're going to get laid.

Getting laid.

You really are cute, little virgin, aren't you?

Shut up!

Tomorrow on ,

we talk to a couple parents who are outraged.

My mom and dad think they're the boss of me,

but I'm 12 years old.

And they can't tell me what the to do.

Hey, I got a--

I got a quick question for you.

Did your mom or dad ever teach you how to make cereal?

What are you talking about?

What do you mean, what am I talking about?

This is a travesty.

You poured the milk before you poured

the fucking cereal, for one.

Yes, I did.

All right.

The Bowl, did you chill it?

No.

OK, so that's two.

All right.

The spoon, is this a cereal spoon?

I live in this fucking house.

I buy cereal spoons for this reason.

I fucked up.

Yeah. OK.

So what's wrong with the spoon?

It's too-- it's not deep enough.

OK, we talked about this real hard.

Why do we need a deeper spoon?

Because the ratio with the milk and the cereal

is better with a deeper spoon.

You get the perfect--

Yeah.

We fucking whiteboarded this, dude.

I know what you did.

I was there when you fucking wrote it on the board.

But I just wanted to eat my cereal.

And I see you have a bag of cereal.

Yeah.

We have boxes of cereal.

What's wrong with the box of cereal?

What's wrong with the bag of cereal?

What the fuck are you even talking about, Marie?

What does this have anything to do with the fucking massacre?

Oh, my fucking God.

Are you going to complain about every little detail?

I'll tell you what, I'll stop bitching if you can

tell me, one, how this even pertains

to this fucking bullshit story.

Two, who even wrote this crock of shit?

Three, how did these fucking two dudes have

so much information on cereal?

May I continue?

But sh-- but--

whatever.

I'm nowhere near fucked up enough for this.

Does anyone else have any other comments?

No?

OK.

So her brother agrees to take everyone out to the camp.

Hey.

Hey.

So I just talked to Mark, and he said we could use the van.

But he has to go with us.

Mark?

Are you serious?

Yeah.

But I already told him and Mike that they

are sleeping in the van.

Great.

They can fondle each other in the back

of the van for all I care.

You know they're going to go off on some stupid ass stoner

conversation anyways.

But it's our only option, so I guess it'll work.

OK.

So they're just going to run me home so I can get ready,

and then we'll be by to pick you guys up.

Can't wait.

Bye.

All right, bye.

By my side is the place to be

A new town is nothing new to me

We can drive all night.

Oh, this fucking guy!

Shut the fuck up, Mike.

Hi.

Hi.

I didn't know which way you guys were coming from.

I'm Luke.

Hi.

We can wait for the sun

We can wait here all night long

We can wait for the sun

To wash away this night

I was wrong, you were right

Let's just leave the sounds of night

Oh-oh, tonight

In the fields of love and faith

I've seen some love

I've seen more hate.

About time.

--to see this through

Get in line

You don't have a name

So you will have to hurry up and wait

Might have to bite the bullet, too

We can wait for the sun

We can wait here all night long

We can wait for the sun

To wash away this night

I was wrong, you were right

Let's just play the sounds of night

Oh, tonight

I have something to tell you

I hope you'll be all right

Oh, I know you want some

But it's going to take our lives

Well, I don't know what I should say, If I should say a thing

Well, I don't know if I'm OK, OK with anything you say

I'll be all right

You say.

Jesus, Wilson.

Another missing person.

And on the worst fucking day of the year.

You don't think?

Well, we've had over a dozen people missing in the last three

years, and it always seems to end up being

tied to that damn massacre.

So the old barn is going to need hourly drive-bys tonight,

and you could be assured you're going to run into Tony.

Tony?

He was one of the survivors.

And he even knew the kid that killed all those poor souls.

Officer Moore.

Wilson, this is Officer Moore.

She's going to be accompanying you tonight.

We're going to need all the help we can get.

Tonight's the anniversary of the massacre.

Take my paper.

Read my paper.

I wrote it all down.

It's my story.

Mr. Buzzkill is real.

Tonight's the anniversary of the party.

There's going to be a massacre.

I wrote down all the information.

Take that. Read it.

It tells my whole story.

That's-- that's the information.

Stay inside.

Mr. Buzzkill is real.

This is my story.

I wrote it down.

Take my paper.

Read it.

Is this your paper?

Yes.

Are you littering here?

This is my story.

This is about Mr. Buzzkill.

I pay taxes, so we don't have to see people like you.

Just take the paper and read it.

Mr. Buzzkill is real.

He's going to--

Oh, don't you dare come near us.

Take it.

Read this paper.

It tells my whole story.

I don't want that paper.

What I want is for you to get off this street.

Mom, who is that?

Some crazy--

Stay inside.

Get away from us.

You need to know.

You need to know.

You need to know.

Take--

Oh, shit. Marie!

Watch out!

What the fuck!

Watch out for what?

That massive fucking plot hole.

So what?

There's a fucking survivor now?

Did you read this report out of order or something?

Or did you just thumb through it, and pick and choose

what you wanted to talk about?

Because if you ask me, it seems like the fact

that there's a fucking survivor is a pretty major bombshell.

Are you done?

Continue.

So Lisa's brother picks everyone up and drives them out

to the camp.

Voila.

We parted in worse places than this.

Dude.

You think?

Much worse.

It's not too bad.

I mean, at least this place has electricity.

That is a low bar.

But it's-- yeah, it's good.

Think positive.

It's better than the basement that you stayed in back in '96.

Didn't happen.

I don't remember it.

Your butt cheeks were in that dirt floor.

My butt cheeks are going to be in your dirt floor.

- Yeah, well. - Don't know what that means.

Oh, shit, a fire pit.

OK, bye.

I'm just going to go see if the weird chick

wants to play with my wiener.

Come on!

Nice place, dude.

Oh, there we go.

Well, guys, let me find the lights.

Dude, are you sure the lights even--

Hey, you were saying?

I stand corrected.

Shit.

uh-huh.

Lisa and Luke can have this cabin.

What?

Why do they get this one?

They need the privacy.

You and I will take the next one.

You guys can come get set up for this weekend.

OK.

Oh, sweet.

So we'll do that and meet up with you guys later.

I have to make sure that Morgan isn't sleeping

with my brother anyways.

Yeah, because that's their thing.

Well, you have fun, Luke.

Yeah.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Jesus Christ, dude, get out of here.

Did you just start the fire using a chip?

Yes, I did.

It's way better than rubbing two sticks together

because that never works.

I like rubbing sticks.

Oh, well, Mike's bringing some firewood back.

You can, like, rub all the sticks that you want.

Like, it would be great.

What?

You know what's fun?

What's that?

Putting balls in things.

Beer pong.

Beer pong. That's a great idea.

We should play some beer pong for sure.

You're a genius. Hey.

What's up?

She had a great idea.

Beer pong.

Let's go play some beer pong.

Man, I just got wood.

Can I see?

Sure.

Here.

Well, you can play beer pong.

You can play beer pong. I don't want to play beer pong.

Well, then we're playing beer pong.

I am so sorry about him.

He's a bit of an ass, but he means well.

It's fine.

Sarah is super excited about us, too.

I'm excited about us.

Me too.

Lisa, Lulu.

Luke.

Bless you.

Hey, so your weird friend out there had a really good idea

of a beer pong.

A beer pong.

A beer pong.

A beer pong.

Beer pong?

Yeah, let's do it.

All right.

Second question, do you think that weird friend

would have sex with us?

No, I don't think she would.

Oh, wood!

Yes.

Oh, man.

He's so sweet.

OK.

So why don't you guys go get that set up,

and we can finish getting set up here?

OK.

Should that answer the question?

Yeah.

Right.

So set up, you mean beer pong or sex?

Both.

You guys can go set up the beer pong.

Beer-- OK, Beer pong.

You're going to do the sex?

I'm totally telling mom.

I'll call her right now.

Neither of them have a shot in hell.

I don't know.

It is Morgan.

Yeah, but they're not going to figure that out.

True.

This chick is trying to get freaky.

Stop it.

Carrie are you OK?

I knew Lisa.

Plot twist.

Shut the fuck up.

you knew her?

How?

She was my friend's sister.

God, I remember when she went missing.

Dude, none of it made any sense.

And it was like her family was just OK with her being gone,

and had never sat right with me.

So what happened next?

Really?

I mean, it was just starting to get good.

So?

So everybody's finally starting to relax.

No.

I'm so sorry.

So sorry.

We got this. Ready?

All right.

Oh, let's go!

Let's go!

Chug, chug.

Wait, what just happened?

Well, they just won.

That's what happened.

See, when they make one, we gotta

hurry up and take it off before they make the other one in.

So we lost, and we have to chug our drinks.

That's right.

Chug it.

Chug it.

Who's next?

Rematch, bitch.

Rematch?

Yeah.

What, are you already buzzing?

Are you scared?

You need a drink?

Yeah.

So do you want it?

Me?

I don't crossfade.

I'm just going to wait to smoke whenever

Mark gets done kicking ass.

Ooh, there's one.

Make them cry.

You know what?

You know, smoke and drink.

Know your limits, I always say.

Well, I mean, I've said it, like, four times.

Oh!

Oh, that is game.

That's game.

That is game.

You really do suck.

You want to play another one?

Oh, no. We're going to smoke break.

- We're going to smoke. - Smoke break.

We're going smoke the pot. - Whoa, whoa!

You guys can't smoke in here.

Dude, you were being so cool, man.

I'm sorry, guys.

If we smoke weed in here, my dad's

going to freaking know I stole the keys.

But rewind.

My dad will know I stole the keys.

Stole the keys.

He Stole the keys?

Like you're not-- we're not supposed to be here?

Like you lied to me?

Because if you did-- because mom will kill us.

She'll kill me first, then she'll kill you.

Might kill him.

Wait--

Fuck it.

You know what? She makes a strong case.

Fuck it. Let's fuck it.

You want to smoke some pot?

Let's smoke some pot.

Smoke some pot.

We're going to smoke the pot.

Are you going to smoke the pot?

I've never smoked any pot.

MIKE; He's not smoking pot.

You take it.

I don't fucking want it.

I'll take it back.

We're going to smoke the pot.

We're you going to smoke some pot.

Hey, you're about to smoke some pot.

Everybody. Listen.

What's up?

If the girl's going to have sex with us,

you can't just say things like that.

You blew it. - Well, I didn't blow anything.

- You're going to. - Where the fuck were you at?

I needed a wingman.

- No, you need-- - You weren't even there.

You're like the shittiest wingman.

--you need more than a wingman.

But this is what I'm going to do for you.

I'm going to get some backup, some help.

So you just-- just watch.

You just--

Are you going to pull--

pull your data out of the trunk or what?

My what?

Maybe.

- You don't know. - I mean--

- Here. - Just.

Look at it.

Oh!

Yes.

Fuck yeah, dude.

Travel bong.

Everybody needs a fucking travel bong.

That's right. Everybody needs a travel bong.

So what are we going to do with that travel bong?

We're going to smoke some pot.

Hey, everybody smoke some pot! Woo!

We're going to smoke some pot.

Doo-doo.

Everybody smoke some pot!

Yeah. Ding!

Now, these two dudes, these are my kind of people.

They're burnouts.

Hurtful.

Not OK.

I'm not a burnout.

Anyways, so these two are sitting around the fire pit

just like this one.

I can't believe she fucking lied to me, man.

Like, if I would've wrecked my van on the way here,

maybe got fucked up, I'd have been real mad.

Yeah, yeah, man. I was there.

I know.

Can I have that, please?

- What, this? - The bong.

Yeah.

I just named my wiener bong, though.

That's great. Is it green?

Because I want the green.

Don't act like you don't care about my van, man.

I was there, man.

- Can I join you guys? - No.

Hey, you want this bong?

How does this work?

Oh, you never-- you never hit a bong before?

She's never hit a bong before.

You want to do a bong?

All right, here we go.

Let me get behind you.

You hang onto the shaft.

OK.

So what I'm going to do is I'm going to light it,

and you're going to stick your face in there,

and you're just going to suck it.

I just suck on it?

Yeah, you just suck really, really, really hard.

Are you ready?

Give it a shot.

Feel like you're going to be a natural.

Watch your hands.

I'm going to light it.

Suck, suck, suck, suck.

Oh, there you go.

There you go.

Take it like a champ.

Are you--

Are you OK?

There she goes, man.

That bitch never done a bong before.

I haven't done a bong tonight. Let me see this.

- This-- this? - No, dude, the bong.

We're back at the penis thing again.

Look--

Oh, you're doing such a good job bonging that hit of the--

Oh, thank you so much.

Oh, God. I peed in that.

Are you going to make it there, champ?

Yeah.

So wait, the slutty girl died before she got to get slutty?

Jesus!

Really?

Imagine someone being killed less than hundred feet from you,

and you never even heard a thing.

Hey!

This is fucking cached, man.

I don't have any money.

No, no, no.

The bowl, man.

So sorry.

What do you want me to do about it?

You got some weed?

I do.

Well, where is it?

I don't know.

Can you check your pockets, you fucking pothead?

I'm really high.

I can't feel my face right now.

Oh.

Well, I'm not really high.

And it would be great--

If you couldn't feel your face?

I can feel your face for you.

I think I left the pot in the cabin.

Are you--

Yeah.

You want to go get that? - No.

Chop, chop.

You go fucking get it.

Oh, but I can't.

I didn't leave it.

Yeah.

No, that's-- I can't feel my feet either.

Like, I don't think they work.

Like, am I moving them?

Are they moving?

A little bit.

You're fucking idiot.

Thank you.

Can I have the thing?

What?

The thingy thing?

Oh, the lighter.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, I got it.

God damn it.

Babe, we gotta get the cups off the table quicker.

It's not my fault. Just chug what you got.

That's game.

Yeah.

Eat a dick.

What are you doing?

Huh?

What are you doing?

What's he doing?

Oh, weed.

Your brother said he left his weed in here.

Have you guys seen it anywhere?

No, man, I haven't seen anything.

Oh, perfect.

Of course.

Oh, Mikey.

I think I found the weed, Mikey.

We're going to do this right.

Mikey, I found the weed.

I'm going to smoke some pot.

Hey, I'm going to smoke some pot.

Here I go.

I'm on to take it out.

Oh, I'm going to put it in.

Yeah, I'm going to smoke the weed.

Oh, here I go again.

Yeah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Oh, my gosh.

I love this song.

Hey, Luke.

Hey.

I have a game we can play.

Yeah?

We should go to our cabin.

What?

You are going to bed?

Come with me.

Come here.

That's there.

I know.

I can't believe which side I'm on this, but are you sure

you want to do this already?

Are you not?

I mean, it's not like we're strangers.

We've known each other for a few years now,

and I've liked you for a while now.

You make some really good points.

Where the fuck is it?

Fuck!

I swear to God, fucking couch.

I really don't remember seeing any weed in here.

Yeah, man.

You sure Mark doesn't have it?

Nah.

He checked.

What?

Hey.

You want?

Yeah.

You're killing the mood.

Get the fuck out, please.

All right, meat man.

Don't be a fool.

Grab your tools.

Oh, kids.

Cute kids.

God damn.

Oh!

You spoiled ass rich kids sure know how to get the good shit.

Oh, look over here.

Hello.

Housekeeping.

You want me to--

what the fuck!

Fuck.

No!

That's it.

That's all I can take, and I won't take no more.

Fuck me.

Why?

Just when all the action just started getting started.

Yeah. What's your problem now?

What's the problem?

What's the fucking problem?

Are you kidding me right now?

OK.

So you mean to tell me that this dude just

gets dragged into a cabin in the middle of the night,

mere feet away from two other people,

and then proceeds to get his entire fucking

face rearranged into a bowl of spaghetti,

and nobody hears a goddamn peep?

Oh, shit.

That's why he was there in the first place.

He killed those two before he killed that guy.

Oh, did him?

Did him murder the other two first?

Oh!

That, boys and girls, is what we call really fucking convenient.

OK, that was my bad.

So in the other cabin, David and Sarah are starting

to get a little hot and heavy.

My phone just died.

Babe, will go out to the car and get my charger?

I can't go out there like this.

Are you really going to make me go out there by myself?

Oh, come on.

Mark and Morgan are out there.

Fine.

Hey, Mark, have you seen Morgan?

Oh, fuck!

Sarah. Sarah!

Sarah! Stop!

Stop!

He's dead.

He's dead.

Who's dead.

What's going on?

It's Mark.

Come on.

We can't leave them here.

OK, let's get the others.

Come on.

Fuck.

Mark has the keys.

Shit!

Shit!

Who's that?

What the fuck?

So they take off, and they're running through the camp

and into the woods in search of some help.

But where do they go in the middle of nowhere?

They had no idea where they were going,

but they knew they couldn't stop.

But finally, they saw the barn that's behind me.

And they knew they were out of options.

Come on.

Look, there's a light in the park.

Babe, I think this is the place.

What place?

The place it happened.

Come on, let's find a place to hide.

We got to hide.

I think that was a cop car.

Stay here, OK?

I'm going to go see if I can flag him out.

No, no, no, no, babe. No.

I need-- I need to try, please.

I love you.

Sir, can I see some identification?

The fuck for?

I ain't done nothing wrong.

No need, Wilson.

This here's Tony.

Tony, you know we can't have you out here scaring people.

I'm only out here to warn them.

Warn them about what?

Mr. Buzzkill, the guy that fucked up my face.

OK, we got to go.

We got to go now.

And that's what happened at the Gorge

Summer Camp massacre in 2018.

You all see this guy?

Look at him.

After reading all of my uncle's reports,

they were barely able to find enough of the kids

to even identify them.

And it's speculated that he was just eating everyone he killed.

So why the fuck haven't any of us ever heard this before?

Really?

Haven't you noticed that Silver Grove, kind of, like

sweeps things under the rug.

I mean, think about it.

The housing development that they never finished,

that's less than two miles from here.

And the Gorge Summer Camp, I mean, for fuck's sakes.

David's father literally bought it just

so no one else could reopen it.

Think about this town and how things have

been for the past 20 years.

I mean, any school affiliated event is over before dark.

Yup.

And haven't you guys noticed that almost all

of the shops and gas stations around

here are closed by 8:00 PM?

Oh, and Lucky's Tavern closed right after the bartender

went missing.

All right.

Well, although 75% of your story was bullshit,

I guess some stuff does add up.

To the victims of Mr. Buzzkill.

Get up, asshat.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

What are y'all doing here?

This is private property.

Just hanging out.

Relaxing.

Yeah, I bet you are.

Yeah.

There's always people up here celebrating

or trying to investigate this here massacre.

OK, it's time to get your shit together.

I ain't scared of you.

You're just a figment of my imagination.

You want a beer?

What you have just witnessed

is a recreation of true events.

The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Silver Grove, a quaint, forgotten town hidden deep

in the hills, had been living in the shadow

of its own horrific past.

On the night of October 30th, 1998,

the town was forever marked by a brutal massacre,

an event so shocking that it left the community shattered

and its residents haunted.

The town has tried to bury the memories,

but they linger, dark and twisted,

like the shadows that stretch across the decaying barns

and forgotten streets.

The massacre, still unsolved, left the town's spirit broken.

Many believed it was Jacob Turner, known to those

who feared him as Mr. Buzzkill.

Turner vanished without a trace that blood-filled night in 1998.

His whereabouts have been unknown ever since.

In 2024, 26 years later, Silver Grove would once again face

the terror it tried to forget.

On the anniversary of the 1998 massacre,

six more lives were tragically lost in Silver Grove.

Their deaths striking the town with an eerie familiarity.

The victims were Andy Wilson, a young clerk

at the local video gallery.

Marie and Jessica Edgewood, sisters, whose family

had served as the backbone of the Silver Grove Police

Department for generations.

Carrie King, a dedicated preschool teacher

beloved by her students.

Josh Manning, a mechanic who had only recently

moved to town trying to start a new life,

but found himself caught in the horrors of the town's past.

Dale Jones, the reclusive groundskeeper of the old grove

barn, a man whose connection to the building

was as mysterious as the land itself.

Their bodies were discovered scattered

across the abandoned outskirts.

The signs were unmistakable.

The terror that had gripped Silver Grove years ago

had returned.

But this time, there was something

more, something darker.

The authorities discovered a single chilling clue,

a torn piece of clothing with Jacob Turner's

name written in faded ink.

Many believed he had returned, but no one could be sure.

With his disappearance in 1998, no one knew

whether he was dead or alive.

Was Jacob Turner the killer, or was something

else lurking in the shadows of Silver Grove,

waiting to claim more victims?

The town of Silver Grove is now a ghost of its former self,

remaining empty and silent, except for the wind

that whispers through the rusted signs and crumbling buildings.

For those few who still remember,

Silver Grove will never be the same.

The town's legacy of violence lives on, its future uncertain.

But one thing is clear, Silver Grove

will forever be haunted by what happened

and who may still be out there.

Scene 1, Travis sucks donkey dick.

Yeah, he does.

That's true.

Fuck that guy.

Can't wait for this scene.

Welcome to the Donkey show, folks.

What if we don't connect on that level?

On the ding dong level?

Oh, OK.

It's fine.

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit.

This is so, so angry.

Now that Jacob's father was taken care of,

he knew what he had to do.

So he went to the keg party.

I just stared right at the camera.

I am so sorry.

Welcome to the club.

You kicked me in the face.

I totally kicked you in the face.

Did anybody bring any cereal?

Because I've smoked a lot of weed tonight,

and daddy wants some lucky charms.

I'm going to smoke some pot.

Hey, I'm going to smoke some pot.

Whoa!

Everybody smoke some pot.

No, just me.

Thank you.

Thank you everyone.

Thank you very much.

Let me just take this little.

Oh, hi.

Hello.

Oh, you're so cute.

That's right

This one's for the smokers and the tokers

Tell them, Mr. Bergman

It's time for the travel bong

We going to smoke some pot

Everybody smoke some pot

We going to smoke some pot

Everybody smoke some pot

Come on, man

We going to smoke some pot

Everybody smoke some pot

We going to smoke some pot.

Everybody smoke some pot

Now, everybody, just come with me as we

smoke by the fire with Mikey P

As he tries to get the bong, he talks about my wiener.

Hey, there. Oh, hey, Morgan.

What's that? What?

oh, you've never done a bong.

Well, come on over here.

This one's named dong.

Put your mouth on it, and suck real hard.

You're a pro.

Here we go.

Now everyone sing along.

We going to smoke some pot

Everybody smoke some pot

We going to smoke some pot

Everybody smoke some pot

Come on, man

We going to smoke some pot.

Everybody smoke some pot

We going to smoke some pot

Everybody smoke some pot

Hey, yo, it's me, Mikey p

And I'm here to say I want that green, not your p

Pass that shit my way

I want to get high before we get killed

Say what?

Buzzkill's a legend, he's got that skill

But he don't need it

He's going to crush your face and eat it, gross

He's an animal and a cannibal

So let me get high before I die

We going to smoke some pot

Everybody smoke some pot

We going to smoke some pot

Hey, hey

Everybody smokes a pot

Come on,

Man we going to smoke some pot

Everybody smoke some pot

Tell them, Mikey

We going to smoke some pot

Everybody smoke some pot

We going to smoke some pot

What are we doing?

Everybody smoke some pot

We going to smoke some pot

That's right

Everybody smoke some pot

Come on, man

We going to smoke some pot

Everybody smokes pot

We going to smoke some pot

Everybody smoke some pot.