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- NARRATOR: Every state has it's folklore, tall tales, and legends,
but sometimes there is a darker story...
a tale not so much told... as whispered.
- MAN: Listen, I don't wanna freak you out by talking about this...
but growing up, my friends and me,
we heard lots of stories about the old Maltby Cemetery.
We just laughed it off, you know how it is with local legends,
every town has one.
Kids make things up all the time just to spook each other.
Never let it get to me...
till I heard what happened to those...
Gretchel kids.
After that everyone knew it was more than just a legend.
It was real.
- You doing OK, little bro? Want me to carry Quirky for a while?
- I still don't know why we couldn't just bury it in our own backyard
like normal people.
- Because he was the best hamster ever
and it has to be official.
It's the only way to make sure he goes to heaven.
Like Mom.
- WOMAN: Mallory?
Mallory?
Mallory?
Please, wait!
Mallory, sweetheart, your dad needs you right now!
- DAD: Hey, little lady.
It's time, Mal.
- Mallie...
- Story goes, the property the cemetery was built on,
was owned by a family of Devil worshipers back in, like, 1890 or something.
The Bells.
Mom, Dad, even the kids and the grandparents,
all played around with the Dark Arts.
All Satanists. Eventually, they run out of town
but they left their mark.
Some of the stuff, they used do up there, the rituals and things...
...people said it opened up a portal.
- MALLORY: Hurry up, will ya?
- We need flowers, if it's gonna be a proper burial.
- Well, if I'm the grave digger, then you're the flower picker, Mal.
- This is total bullshit!
- Jesus.
- WOMAN: Mallory...
- MALLORY: Mom?
- WOMAN: Mallory...
- AIDEN: What is that? - Can we please go?
- Are you OK, Mal?
- We haven't even done Quirky's funeral yet!
- We're going. We're going right now!
- It's just like with Mum.
Didn't wanna be there either.
You know we can't catch you, Mallory. - You shut it!
- AIDEN: Grr! - Jesus, Mal!
Are you OK?
Some help?
- AIDEN: I see him, I see Grr.
- MALLORY: What the hell is this?
I'll get him. - No, no, it's OK, I'll go.
- I said I'll get him.
- MAN: And Mallory wasn't the first person to ever go down into that place, but...
she's the one person everyone always talked about.
I know this sounds crazy, I know...
but the Maltby Cemetery staircase, it wasn't just a set of steps...
it was something else, it was something...
dark.
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