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The 31st of October

is normally the time
for a safe scare.

But last night Dunwich residents
faced a real life horror

as a Halloween party
descended into a nightmare.

The Town Hall was
engulfed in flames

and at least a dozen
people are all feared dead.

The Dunwich Fire Department
have yet to confirm

the cause of the blaze,
but several witnesses claim

that prior to the explosion

an unidentified masked
man ran amuck in the hall,

wounding and killing
several party goers.

Sadie Moorhouse.

Otherwise known as Sister Sadie.

A heavy handed animal
rights activist.

She has sent several
threatening letters

to local businesses who
rely on the meat industry.

She has a history of
staging public protests,

causing public disorder and
vandalizing public property.

She joined The Lords of
Samhain five years ago.

Gideon Watson.

A.K.A. Brother Gideon.

Spent two years in prison
for attempting to blow up

a government research lab.

He claimed they were
conducting weather experiments

that were harmful
to the environment.

While in prison he found
a new spiritual direction

and joined The Lords of
Samhain on his release.

Sister Lillith.

A Dunwich native.

Brought up by loving parents
but fell into a bad crowd

in her teenage years.

Subsequently moved
to Antonio Bay.

There she joined an
anti-Christian group

and lobbied several politicians

to reinstate pagan
traditions in the area.

She's been arrested several
times for trespassing

on government property.

After her parents died
she moved back to Dunwich.

It's there that she joined The
Lords of Samhain a year ago.

Now,

the rockstar.

Wesley Thorn.

Brother Wesley,
born in Hatfield,

but primarily a drifter
from his late teens.

A highly vocal
environmental activist.

His laundry list of arrests
include threatening politicians,

assaulting police
officers, vandalism

and the destruction of public
and government property.

He describes himself
as a revolutionary.

Thorn founded The
Lords of Samhain.

Jim Jones style cult.

Their beliefs are akin to
Celtic, monotheistic druids.

They believe there is one
deity, a satanic being

called the great spirit.

But the key belief
of the ministry

is the soul lives
on beyond death.

The Lords of Samhain believe
that on the 31st of October,

during the Festival of Samhain,

the veil is at its thinnest.

And our world and the world
of the dead, blend as one.

The Lords of
Samhain believe

that as the clock
strikes midnight,

leading into the
31st of October,

they must make a human sacrifice

in order to appease the deity.

And they will be rewarded
with eternal life

and former members of the cult

will be allowed to
rise from the dead.

Are these guys on fucking
acid trips or something?

Yeah come on.

Are we really wasting time with
these tree-hugging looney tunes?

Sources told us that
these looney tunes

plan to make a human
sacrifice tonight.

Lives of innocent citizens
could be in danger.

Now you've been fully briefed
on the plan of action.

These suspects are
potentially dangerous.

So we will be armed.

I want you all to
proceed with caution.

We stand armed and dangerous

before the bloody
fields of history.

Devoid of dogma

but ready to carve to
defy the transient,

ready to stab forth with
our penetrative will,

strain every leash,

run yelling down the
mountainside of man

ready and willing

to emulate world upon world

with our stunning blaze
and let them all sing

that we were here as masters

among the failing
species called man.

Our being took form and defiance

to stand before
your killing gaze.

And now we travel
from flame to flame

and tower from the
will to the glory.

We ask thee,

Oh great spirit,

to accept our humble offering.

With this gift we ask
that you bestow on us

oh great one, eternal
life and raise those

who have fallen
from their slumber.

It's time.

Fetch the guns.

Good evening, detective.

Put your weapons down

and step forward
with your hands up.

We've been waiting
for you, detective.

Put your weapons down
and surrender, Thorn.

Or you're going down
for the dark nap.

Put the fucking gun down.

Put your weapon down, Thorn!

It's over you piece of shit.

Actually detective,
it's just beginning.

No!

People don't respect
anything these days.

Oh it's just kids
having some fun, Lou.

By vandalizing our property?

Well that's what happens
when you ban Halloween.

Whatever you resist
will persist.

Where did you get that line?

Out of some fortune cookie?

You don't think I
have wisdom of my own.

Yeah yeah, you're a
modern day Nietzsche.

Hmm, don't you take
this out on me.

You made the decision,

you have to live with
the consequences.

Very supportive, as usual.

I told you it was more
trouble than it was worth.

But you didn't listen.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Some toast?

Oh yes please.

Hey Dad, can I please
borrow some money?

Just until payday.

How come you don't have any?

You live here rent free.

I wait tables Dad.

The pay's crap.

What do you need the money for?

I'm going over Nancy's tonight.

I'll look pretty awkward if
I can't chip in for a pizza.

You're not having a
party over there are you?

'Course not.

I hope you and your friends

understand why the town
doesn't celebrate Halloween.

I don't care about all that Dad.

I'm just going to
Nancy's to hang out.

Thanks, Dad.

I feel like an
ATM machine sometimes.

Except ATM machines
don't complain

when you make a withdrawal.

I'm going out for a few hours.

I'll see you guys later.

- 'Kay, have fun.
- Bye.

We're very
lucky you know.

With Danielle?

Yeah.

My bank balance
doesn't feel so lucky.

Oh you'd soon miss
her if she moved out.

I suppose so.

Do you think we've made a
mistake, not telling her?

Sometimes.

She never asked any questions.

What she doesn't
know can't hurt her.

Jesus, Glen, you're
attacking that sandwich

just like you've been bitten

and the fucking
antidote's in there.

I'm hungry.

You're always hungry.

Surprised you're not
the size of a house.

Good metabolism I guess.

I also burn up a lot of energy

listening to your
bullshit every day.

Carry on eating like that
and you won't have to

for much longer.

You'll have a
fucking heart attack.

Oh and that cancer
stick is gonna ensure you

a long and happy life?

You'll end up with a
hole in your throat

if you keep puffing on those.

You sound like my mother.

So Nan, what time's
the party tonight?

Told everyone seven,
but come 'bout half five

and we'll get ready.

Great.

Hey Dan, your old man got
any clue about tonight or?

Not a clue.

Bet he'd freak if he found out.

Yeah, no shit.

Mayor bans Halloween, his
own daughter flaunts it.

The Dunwich curtain
twitchers'll talk about this

'til the end of time.

It wasn't just my dad, you know.

There were 10 other people
on the town committee

who voted for the ban.

Just because a guy
run amuck in a mask

a couple years back,
such a stupid reason

to ban Halloween.

13 people died.

Yeah, that's pretty
bad in fairness.

Still pointless though.

Most of the town's just
heading to Hatenfield.

Well why aren't we gonna then?

Why bother when we've
got Nancy's place

right on our doorstep?

My parents are away all week

and it's out in the woods.

No disturbances guaranteed.

No comment.

What's this?

Someone stuck this in the
ground outside my house.

I seen other signs in
town on my way over here.

Well do you wanna get those
and throw them on my desk too?

It's your job to be out there

clamping down on
this sort of thing.

The committee voted
to ban Halloween,

it should be considered
law in this town.

Some people are trying
to challenge our ruling

and it needs to be stamped out.

Well I'm sorry Mayor,

but we're a bit short
in manpower right now.

We lost three
officers last night.

We served a warrant on that
cult, Lords of Samhain,

confronted them near the
woodland in Oakridge.

They were armed.

Coscarelli, Dennison
and Dawkins they were

shot and killed.

Jesus.

I'm sorry to hear that, Earl.

They were good men.

Did you capture
the cult members?

They died at the scene.

Good!

I'da preferred them to have
their day in court, Mayor.

You know how damaging a
public trial could have been.

A lot of past issues
could've been dragged up.

Neither us wants that, do we?

No.

But for the record, I always
set out with the intention

to arrest a suspect.

I'm sure you do.

But it's a job well
done in my view.

This town has a strong
Christian tradition.

Paganism is a threat
to our way of life.

Well I'll be organizing
services for the men.

I presume you will grace us
with your presence, Mayor.

Go ahead 21.

Stopping a car
for a parking problem.

10-4 near 23rd.

Yes, we're walking
upon a white truck.

Go ahead.

It's a white truck,
Whale, Lincoln, X-ray, 985.

Should come back false tag.

I'll see you later.

I'm going over Nancy's.

I should be home
around midnight.

I wasn't born
yesterday, you know.

What do you mean?

You and your friends,

you're having a Halloween
party, aren't you?

Does Dad know?

No.

Are you gonna tell him?

Your secret's safe with me.

Thanks.

Just be careful.

I always am.

Okay.

I'll see you later.

Are you going to Nancy's?

Yeah.

How are you getting home?

Tommy said he'd give me a lift.

Make sure that's
all he gives you.

Dad, please.

I know what these
young boys are like.

Only takes a gust of wind
and they're stiff as a board.

Dad, stop!

Just be careful, all right?

Any chance I can get
in there for a bath?

Yeah, just a sec.

Danielle said some kid

named Tommy's bringing
her home tonight.

She's 19, Lou.

She's not your
little girl anymore.

I know, I just worry about her.

You know, this oh the
protective father role,

actually quite cute.

Maybe later you might get lucky.

If, if you don't say anything
too stupid in the meantime.

Yeah, we went out to
the crime scene earlier.

Yeah?

Terry
took a few pictures.

What's this?

I was hoping you could tell me.

That hole, that was in the woods

where Thorn committed suicide.

Was that there last night?

Definitely not.

Then someone's tampered
with the scene.

Odd thing though,

here, take a look at that.

The hand marks in
the dirt make it look

as though someone
was in the hole

and then hoisted themselves out.

Coulda been kids.

Boyle was in here earlier

complaining they're
putting up Halloween signs

around the town.

We all know the ban's bullshit.

Everyone's just going
to the next town over.

No, all Boyle's done

is turn Dunwich into
a ghost town tonight.

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hey, how's it going?

You look amazing.

Oh thank you.

This is so cool.

Who are you supposed to be?

Well isn't it obvious?

Wait, wait, what about now?

You wanna go up and change?

Yeah.

- See you in a bit.
- Yeah.

Hey!

Leave some for the rest of us.

I'm only trying one.

Huh, has that got my name on it?

Yeah, yeah it does.

Oh mate, this place is gonna
be crawling with poonani later,

I'm telling you.

Hey, by the way, smell
this, smell this.

Yeah, do you know what it was?

Click cologne.

Yeah, drives the girls crazy.

Talking about girls,
I'm gonna get you

some seriously, seriously hot

Halloween pussy tonight my mate.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

I'm gay.

Yeah, I know, but.

What?

Tom, we worked together
at the burger place

for over a year now.

Haven't you notice I've
never had a girlfriend?

Yeah but, well I've
never had a girlfriend

in that time either.

Perhaps for
different reasons.

But hang about, because
you're always banging on

about how good Marie
looks and work.

Yeah, because she
accessorizes so well.

Not because I want her to
blow my meaty trombone.

Ah.

I'm not gonna proposition you

if that's what you're thinking.

Just because I'm gay

doesn't mean I wanna
jump every guy I meet.

You don't
think I'm attractive?

Yeah, I guess you're all right.

Huh, well why wouldn't you
wanna give me a go then?

You're just not my type.

Well what is your type?

How do I put this?

I take my men like
I take my coffee.

Oh!

You mean I'm a bit too
pale for your taste.

Just a bit.

Well I know what they say.

Once you go black you
never go back and all that,

but don't put me out
the race just yet

because well,
I'm just sayin'.

Not that I want
you to, of course,

but I'm just saying
if it, you know, yeah.

Ta da!

You look great!

So do you.

Let's have a selfie.

You and your selfies.

- Aw.
- Cute.

Do me a favor though, please
don't put it on social media.

Why not?

Because the comments
creep me out.

Loads of weird guys
writing stuff about me

being the Mayor's daughter.

What's wrong with that?

You can just tell.

They save the pics
to their desktop

to use them for
whacking material.

Ew, are you serious?

Is that surprising to you?

Well maybe not.

Loads of guys do
PM me dick pics.

Why do guys do that?

Do you think any
woman has ever said,

"Oo, now that I've seen
that I must have you"?

Do you think they
realize that most women

actually think dicks are ugly?

I doubt it.

They are though, aren't they?

Balls are the worst.

Most guys' sacs look
like an old lady's chin.

Ugh, gross.

Do you think if we tell guys
that junk looks like shit

they'll stop sending
the pictures?

Probably not.

Most guys think their
dick is Excalibur.

Hmm.

Annie?

You wanna join me in here?

Oh shit.

Lou, the light's not working.

Lou!

We've got no light down here.

Lou, are you okay up there?

Lou!

Lou?

Lou?

Oh my god.

Earl, we got
two dead bodies.

Where?

5 SMU.

Jesus, that's
the mayor's house.

Yeah, Lou and his wife.

It's bad, Earl, it's
really, fucking bad.

Hey bro, come wing man me.

Fine.

Who's the victim?

I mean the lucky girl.

That dark haired sex on legs
in the corner over there.

You know a thing or two
about women, don't ya?

You know being
all that.

Any advice?

No, just be yourself.

Okay.

Here we go.

Maybe not too much.

Okay, play it cool.

- All right.
- All right.

Let's do this. Hold that.
Okay, cool.

Hey.

How's it going?

Great.

Good.

You know when I was
born I had two choices.

One was the perfect memory

and the other was
a 12 inch penis.

Trouble is I can't
remember which one I chose.

Oh.

If you can't hack 12 inches
then don't worry about it

because well, well I'm
only actually packing five.

Okay.

And a half, five
and a half, yeah.

I think the half counts.

Yeah, five and a half, yeah.

Are you still here?

Have you ever talked
to humans before?

I think we should
try that again.

I think we went in too
square and we just need...

If you wanna end up
on a Me Too hashtag.

Ah shit.

Yeah, you're right.

You know you're lucky you
bat for the other team.

How do you figure that?

Well you know.

Men are the gas and
women are the brakes.

Take away the brakes and
full fucking steam ahead.

Granted it's a complete sausage
fest, but still, you know?

Your simplistic view
of romantic interaction

is absolutely
fucking terrifying.

Hmm, well, it is Halloween.

Everyone's entitled
to one good scare.

Anyway, I'm going
out for a smoke.

Try not to talk to anyone
while you're out there.

It's for the best.

Oh, fucking hell.

I shit myself.

Sorry buddy.

Didn't see you there.

Nice costume.

Scarecrow thing
is pretty creepy.

What are you a fucking
method actor or what?

There's a party inside,
mate, have the night off.

Is that a real scythe?

Looks pretty real.

Look mate, this scarecrow thing

can fuck right off
now, all right?

So, what have we got?

Strangulation.

Here, take a look at this.

Got abrasions and finger
marks to the throat.

It looks like a manual
throatin' to be honest with you

rather than ligature.

Where's Boyle?

He's upstairs in the bath.

Died by electrocution.

Yeah, I know.

Hair dryer in the water.

So what do you think we're
dealing with here, Briggs?

I don't know, possibly
murder suicide.

Lou strangles his wife and goes
upstairs and kills himself.

And if you believe that
I'll tell you another.

This is a crime
scene, Mr. Tanner.

You shouldn't be here.

Without me, you guys
are just gonna be

stumbling around in the dark

pulling each other's puds.

Listen Tanner, you better
get the hell outta here

or you'll spend
the night in jail.

You know what my
business is, Detective?

Creating more work for
me with your bullshit.

I'm a hunter.

Yeah and
what are ya hunting?

Jack Caine.

Jesus, Jack Caine is dead!

That's what Milton Boggs
and his buddies thought

when they executed
him two years back.

We all know what
happened after that.

Still peddling that
ghost story, huh Duke?

I told you before,

Boggs executing Caine
is an unfounded rumor.

And the murders
at the town hall?

Member of that cult, The
Lords of Samhein rum amuck,

taking revenge for whatever
he thought happened to Caine.

So how come only one body

was found after the explosion?

What happened to the
body of the cult member?

Truth is Detective,

Jack Caine has powers
beyond your understanding.

Yeah, the leaders of Dunwich,

they put an innocent
man to death.

And now this town's cursed.

I know Jack is just gonna
keep coming back from the dead

to seek his revenge until
the curse is lifted.

And only I know how.

Yeah yeah,

every time ya suck
on a bottle of scotch

ya get your calling.

So you know I like a drink.

Mighty fine fucking detective
work there, Rockwell.

I know a lot more
than you think, Duke.

A cop with a secret.

That's a mighty common
theme around these parts.

All right, that's enough.

Briggs, escort Mr.
Tanner outta here.

If you don't listen to
me, you'll be the next one

fitted for the body bag.

All right, get the fuck out.

Get him the fuck
outta here right now.

Earl, calm down.

All right you, come on.

Pipe down, junior.

I could snap your pencil
neck in a heartbeat.

After you.

Shit lighting.

Hello?

There you go, mate.

Thanks.

What's that?

Jack Caine file.

What are you reading that for?

Duke said earlier that...

Jack Caine came back
from the dead two years ago.

Fucking whacko.

Perhaps he's not as
whacko as we thought.

What do you mean?

I don't know whether I
should be telling you this,

but I think you should know.

Well after the town hall
exploded two years ago,

we found a number of bodies.

Some of them were so
charred it took us months

to identify them.

One of the bodies we
found was Jack Caine's.

So what are you saying,

that Boggs and Hollister
didn't kill Jack Caine?

That is the story, right?

That the mayor and
detective went round

with some of the victim's
families and executed him.

That's never been
revealed to the public,

but the facts would
point to that.

So what are you saying now,

that they executed him
but he wasn't really dead?

I don't know.

All I know is that 13
people died that night

and Jack Caine's body was
found after the massacre.

So it's possible Duke was right,

Jack Caine was responsible
for those murders.

Still don't get it.

So Caine survived the execution
by Boggs and Hollister?

Either that or he came
back from the dead.

I never had you down as
a superstitious type,

honestly mate.

In the normal run
of things, I'm not.

Well, I always say that
the simplest explanation

is usually the right one.

But some things are not
so simple in this case.

Duke said that Jack killed
the Boyles tonight, right?

Well how can that be the
case if you found his body

at the town hall two years ago?

When we found Jack Caine's
body after the massacre,

we hushed it up.

Lou Boyle, who
worked with Boggs,

didn't want the town knowing
the truth of what happened.

Well then let's face it,

this department would've
come under severe scrutiny,

the mayor's office, all.

So Boyle asked me
to hide the body.

He didn't wanna know where,
just get rid of the body

and keep things quiet.

I buried Jack Caine's
remains in the same place

where we had the
shootout last night.

The hole in the ground,

which appeared after
we left the scene,

that's the exact spot
where I buried Jack Caine.

What the fuck?

Trick or treat.

Help!

Get in!

Are you okay?

Just drive.

They're really dead?

I'm afraid so.

We need to talk, Earl.

Outside.

Look, I'll be right back.

What is it?

Her story checks out.

It's a total blood
bath over there.

They found five bodies so far.

And the switchboard's
been jammed with calls

from kids and every single one
of them says the same thing.

There's some guy in
a scarecrow outfit

laid the place to waste.

Get on the horn now.

Get every available fucking unit

- and find this mother fucker.
- I will.

Listen mate, we're pretty
thin on the ground.

I don't care if you're
thin on the fucking ground.

We lost three blokes...

I know we lost
three fucking men.

Briggs, get on the
fucking horn.

There's literally
a few of us left.

All right, all right
I'll call Hatenfield PD,

see if they send
some reinforcements.

All right?

What the hell are we
dealing with Earl?

Well hopefully it's just a man.

Regular killer like any other.

And we can take him down.

What if we're dealing
with something more?

Let's just find this
son of a bitch first.

And then we'll
take it from there.

When I was on the
Ruggsville force

I used to stop by this donut
shop and do some paperwork.

And this one night there
were two other customers

in the lobby with the waitress.

And I'd been there
for about 30 minutes

when these two city
cops pulled in the lot

from opposite ends.

I glanced up and they were
making a tactical approach,

you know utilizing cover
with weapons drawn.

I looked around, I didn't
see anything out of place.

So I'm thinking what the fuck
are they coming in here for?

The two customers
took cover in a corner

and opened the
door for the cops.

The sergeant says,
"We've received word

"this place has been robbed."

He comes in starts
questioning the waitress,

asking her if she's
had any problems

with customers or anything.

And we found out the
people out in back,

people making the donuts,
they were selling drugs

off the loading dock.

One of their customers felt
he was shorted on a buy

so he called in a fake robbery.

You know I've always thought
donuts were addictive

and now I know why.

They pour crack in 'em.

Speaking of food, I'ma
head into the kitchen.

You want anything?

Bring me back a
coffee, would you?

Yeah, no problem.

Don't worry, it's
just a power cut.

It's stormy out there.

Fuck.

What is it?

Nothing.

Hey Mitch.

Mitch are you okay over there?

Oh shit.

I'm gonna get you some help.

Here.

Keep your hand pressed down.

I'm gonna call someone.

Jack!

What
the hell is that?

All right, all right,
stay calm, stay calm.

Fuck.

Don't go near him.

It's all right, stay there.

Stay there.

He's not breathing.

Hit the floor, you god
damn son of a bitch.

Why won't he die?

You can't kill
what's already dead.

Then how do we stop him?

There's only one way.

Do you know how?

Yeah.

But this is not the place.

13 Crescent Avenue.

You hear that?

You piece of shit.

I'm gonna roll out the
welcome mat for you.

Come on.

Let's go send this
fucker to hell.

He ain't a druid
but he's structure.

A great emphasis is
put on the blood line.

They would even perform rituals
to honor their ancestors.

In the ancient Greco Roman
accounts of the druids,

They said they believe in
a form of reincarnation

made possible by the sacrifice

of one of their own
blood line to the gods.

That is something The Lords
of Samhain adhered to.

You see, Halloween Jack

may be able to
return from the dead

but his body is deteriorating.

Through one of
his own blood line

he can be reborn.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you are one of
Jack Caine's blood line.

What?

You're his daughter.

What the hell are
you talking about?

In that file is the proof.

Jack and your birth mother

split while she was
pregnant with you.

She was just a teenager,
couldn't bring up a child alone.

The Boyles adopted you a few
weeks after you were born.

Where did you get this?

I've been monitoring the
activities of the police

and Lou Boyle since Jack's
rampage two years back.

Boyle was involved in a cover up

regarding Halloween
Jack murders.

While I was looking for
information about that

I came by this.

You stole this.

I only wanted to
get to the truth.

And we both been lied to.

But we ain't got much time.

Jack will be here soon.

We need to get ready.

What's the plan?

While he can be reborn through
one of his own blood line,

he can be banished to the
afterlife by the same hand.

As his daughter, and the
last of his blood line

you are the only one that can
permanently put him to death.

How do you know it's permanent?

Well, truth is I don't.

But according to
druid mythology,

we have ourselves
a powerful weapon.

This is what's known as the
dagger of the dark goddess.

According to Celtic
mythology a resurrected man

can be banished
to the after life

when one of his own blood line

deals him a blow to the
heart with this dagger.

No pressure.

Well, we both know he's
not gonna go quietly.

So we need to do this right.

First we need to
weaken him physically.

Then we entrap him.

After that, while
he's incapacitated,

you'll move in with the dagger.

I know this is tough on you.

Yeah, no shit.

But you know, dealing
with this dark force

paves the way for
the healing to begin.

Pick your poison.

Are you ready?

Let's do this.

Fucking A.

So how come you know
so much about all this?

Two years ago Jack killed
my daughter, Ellie.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry too.

This waiting is torturous.

I'm used to it.

How come?

Back in 2003,

I was stationed in Camp
Buehring, in Kuwait.

You were a soldier.

I still am.

It never leaves you.

Worst thing about Iraq,
wasn't the searing heat,

or the bitterly cold nights.

It was the waiting.

One of the longest
wait I ever had

was when I was
lying in the desert

with only the rotten
flesh of my friends

to keep me company.

What happened?

We were at a checkpoint

when a suicide bomber

pulled up in a vehicle.

Before we could even move

that piece of shit
detonated his vest.

And next thing I knew

I woke up stuck under
a pile of corpses.

Just playing dead.

It was the only way
I could stay alive.

Just biding my time.

And to this day...

I can still smell
the rotten flesh in my nostrils.

Don't trust him.

He's just biding his time.

Go on Danielle, go!

Over here bag head.

Come on fuck face.

Just me and you.

Dad?

This has gotta be one
of the most fucked up

family reunions ever, right?

You know when I was growing up

I was always surrounded
by friends and family.

On the surface
everything was great.

But deep down I always
felt different in some way.

It's because I am different.

I'm your daughter.

I understand the rage that
is burning deep inside you,

the pain you must feel

at this town dealing
you such injustice.

But is this the answer?

If I die right now,
and you're reborn

what's going to change?

You'll still be persecuted.

And you'll still be all alone.

It doesn't have to be that way.

All we have in this
world is each other.

Terror has returned

to the town of
Dunwich last night.

Eyewitness reports
claim that a masked man

committed a series of brutal
slayings throughout the town.

Law enforcement officials
have confirmed the discovery

of up to a dozen dead
bodies at various locations.

Initial reports claim the
prime suspect in these murders

had died in a house
fire in Dunwich,

however his body has
yet to be discovered.

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