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[children singing] ♪ For the land of the free ♪

♪ And the home of the brave ♪

[song ends]

[announcer] At the end of this broadcast day

this is WDIV Detroit.

[static crackling]

[ominous music]

- [phone rings] - [groans]

[barking]

Hello.

Did you say "Bambi"?

[Dandridge] Did you get a good look at 'em?

Height? Age? Gender?

[Spud] I didn't see anyone. And even if I did,

I've seen enough horror movies to tell you how that ends.

That ends with my head

rolled into a cabin full of summertime campers.

I'm good.

You know how this looks, right?

How what looks?

Like this is the second time in a week

a member of your band has found themselves

in an incredibly compromising position.

Oh, come on with the bullshit, Chief.

Actually, I'm only here

because I'm taking your advice.

By trespassing at a crime scene?

By getting closure.

You told me, "Let it be real.

Take a moment." That's what I'm doing.

Fair enough.

What happened at the church doesn't feel real. This...

doesn't feel real.

Oddly enough, I agree with part of that.

None of this feels real.

You know what's the scariest part about all that?

The chance that some of it is.

["Working For William" by Vivabeat playing]

Thank you, Jack. Last night, police responded

to an anonymous tip that led to a gruesome discovery

in the woods just outside of Happy Hollow.

A mutilated deer carcass displayed in a shocking fashion

that has locals feeling frightened.

Yeah, it's scary. No doubt about it.

I mean, my kids used to play in those woods.

[reporter] Happy Hollow Chief of Police Ben Dandridge had this to say.

Well, of course we're taking this seriously.

But at this time, all signs point to this display as a heinous prank.

[reporter] But not everyone in town agrees.

Even if it's all just a sick joke, it's not natural.

It's demonic. It invites evil,

and we don't need any more of that in this town.

As police continue to investigate the death of Ryan Hudson,

fear of a growing occult presence in the community of Happy Hollow

continues to rise. Police are looking to the public

- for any information that may lead to an arrest. - Hold on...

[reporter] Until then, residents are left to wonder,

who are these people and where are they hiding?

[woman] Come on, let's go to the other side of the street.

[song ends]

[heavy metal theme music plays]

[electric guitar solo]

Hell yeah.

Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. Have a great day.

[Linda] Not so fast.

Hand check.

- We said no leather. - These are the only gloves I have.

We have mittens, lots of them in the coat closet.

- You can grab one. - Mittens? Really?

I, for one, think it looks cool. Kind of like George Michael.

You know?

- Coat closet you said? - Yeah.

You got it.

You'll let me know how it goes at the doctor's office today?

Yeah. I'm sure it'll be fine.

Yeah.

I know it will be. I gotta go.

Bye.

[sighs]

[door closes]

[ominous music]

["Hangin' Tough" by New Kids On The Block playing]

- [feedback] - [clears throat]

Good morning, Happy Hollow.

In light of recent events,

Principal Cleary asked me to share some guidelines.

First, any and all suspicious activities

must be reported to a teacher or administrator.

This includes graffiti, threats of violence,

- and antisocial behavior. - [group singing]

Second, Coach Nelson will start teaching self-defense

after school in the gymnasium next week.

And finally,

a reminder to use the buddy system.

The best way to get through this is together.

Wish I used the buddy system.

That would require a buddy dumb enough to go back to the crime scene.

Oh, I'm sorry, is my near-death experience funny to you and your mitten?

It's more amusing than funny.

Sick deer sacrifice, freakazoids.

Speak to me again and you're next.

- She didn't mean that, Jesse. - Oh, but I did.

Because I can't leave my house without normies like him

dumping all their fear on me. Ugh.

Isn't it a shame

that we can't use all this attention?

I think this seems like our cue to ditch the gimmick and play things straight again.

Name two songs KISS released after they stopped wearing the makeup.

Easy. "Lick It Up," and...

- Shit. - [Jordy] Objection.

- I think "shit" should count. - [Dylan] The point still stands.

The second we take off the makeup and drop the image,

we're right back to square one.

We could ride out the storm by recording a demo.

We've got enough of our own songs for at least an EP.

Recording would require money.

Which requires shows.

Which we can't play.

This sucks.

It could be worse. We could be Goat Girl.

She was my lab partner freshman year.

She's not as weird as she looks.

[girl] Eww!

[sniffing]

I take it back, I...

What is she gonna do with the carrot?

[classical music plays on headphones]

- [music muting] - [Cliff] What you listening to, man?

- Mozart. - Oh.

That's even lamer than I imagined.

- Mozart's metal as hell. - Yeah, if you my grandma.

- Your grandma sounds cool. - Eh. She all right.

But, uh... Saw you at that funeral, man.

You can take a hit, you know that?

There a reason you're here, other than to make fun of me?

- I'm trying to compliment you. - Try harder.

All I'm saying, somebody hit me like that, I'm swinging back.

But you? Took it like a man.

You got some balls, man.

Thank you?

Yeah, don't mention it.

So, uh... Judith let me in about your little club.

Hey, don't worry, man. I want in.

- What? - I been looking for new extracurriculars.

And a heavy metal Satanic cult beats the hell out of choir.

You realize you've been tormenting me

for the last... four years of my life now?

Sorry, man, I thought you was this big dork, all right?

Honest mistake.

Yeah, the answer is no.

Look, man. You know why I started playing football?

Uh, because you have anger issues?

No. Because I wanted to hit things.

And I wanted to be known for how hard I could hit them.

So, I spent every night at the gym.

I wake up at 4:00 a.m. and run five miles.

Do I get a thank you? Think anybody notice? Hell no.

Ryan Hudson is dead and he's still the leader of this team.

Know what I say? Fuck him.

I want to hit this town where it count and I feel like you do too.

About the club. We're in kind of a weird spot right now.

There's a lot of heat on, you know, people like us.

So, we just really need to keep a low profile.

I know I was a blabbermouth, but I swear I can keep a secret.

And so can my friends. Cliff doesn't have to be there if you don't want.

It's not just that. Spud's parents are back in town,

so we don't have a place to gather.

You can use my basement. My mom works late at the bar.

Yeah. What would Grandpa Police Chief think about that?

He wouldn't think anything 'cause he'll never find out.

[softly] Please?

You know what?

I think there might actually be one way we can do it.

[woman] It was blood, Chief.

- Did it look like that? - Just like that.

I saw what happened out in those woods.

[snapping sound]

What people are doing out there... what does it mean?

Well, I'm no demonologist, but I think it means you got some rusty pipes.

Know what, Lonnie owes me a favor.

- [cat meows] - Give him a call.

He'll come and check it out.

Are you feeling all right, Rose?

Oh, not again.

Max.

Come on, boy.

Time to go!

[sighs]

Mind calling the station when he comes up for air?

And get that rash looked at, will ya?

- Eczema? Dermatitis? - It's possible.

Any allergies, new medications, laundry detergents?

Mm-mm. None of those.

What about shingles? I know they appear in different areas,

but looks like some of the photos I've seen.

Fever, headache, sensitivity to light?

No, none of those.

- Hmm. - What do you think?

Well, I think that you've been

spending so much time researching illnesses

that you've convinced yourself that you have them.

I know. I know, but-- Okay, this started on my ankle,

and it's been spreading for a week, so I was concerned

it was something bigger, that's all.

Maybe, maybe not. I'm gonna run a full blood panel.

Hopefully, we'll get some answers soon.

So, in the meantime...

I have a thought, but I don't want to overstep.

How's that?

Well, I understand that the last few days

have been a lot for you and your family.

And sometimes when we see a rash like this

it's a sign of stress.

- Stress. - Our brains are incredible.

They always find a way to tell us when something's not quite right.

We see it more than you think.

Maybe. It's possible. Um...

Would a rash like that be contagious?

A stress rash? No.

So, what if I saw a rash just like this on someone else?

What would that mean?

Who's the other person?

Um, Aubrey Hudson. Ryan's-- Ryan's mom.

I saw her at the supermarket this morning and she looked fine to me.

Here.

I... strongly suggest that you speak to a professional.

Any other questions?

- No. - Okay.

[Dylan] It's not a cult.

It's just the natural evolution of our public perception.

- Know who talks like that? - Cult leaders.

You guys are thinking about it all wrong.

What is a fan base if not a cult?

Uh, still just a fan base?

Grateful Dead have Deadheads. Aerosmith have the Blue Army.

How are you guys not stoked about this?

I have a list of 15 people willing to pay $20 a head

just to watch us play make believe.

- Look. - Seriously?

- Take it. Yes, look. Take it. - Fine.

That's 15 people.

- Okay. - 20 bucks each.

That's enough to make a demo.

There are a number of names on this list I don't care for.

Okay, that's fine. Like who?

- For starters, Cliff Nelson. - No problem. He's out.

Uh... Judith Sanders.

Well, there's a little bit less flexibility there.

- How did I know? - For starters, she's the one who gave us the list.

And she's the one offering us a place to play.

If she's out, what's the point of having a cult?

[both] Oh! He said the secret word!

- Slip of the tongue. - You know, it's a cute idea,

but I've been demonized enough for one week. Thank you.

- Hey. - Hi.

How are you holding up?

I'm okay.

[sighs]

Hey, look. I know we're not as close as we used to be.

But if you ever need someone to talk to or--

[Tracy] You! Stay away from her.

What the hell is she doing here?

- Mom, stop-- - Do not speak to this ruffian.

It's good to see you, Tracy.

That's Mrs. Whitehead to you, Jordan.

- And Jordy to you, hose beast. - Oh. I see your parents

still haven't bothered teaching you any manners.

- Oh, they've tried. - Mom, it's okay.

She's just asking me if I'm feeling better.

Well, thank you so much for your concern, really.

She's doing much better. Now please leave her alone.

She doesn't need to associate with people like you.

She's such a freak.

[shouts] You got it.

- What was all that about? - "Hose beast"?

Change of plans.

These people want a Satanist? I'll give 'em a Satanist.

- Let's fuckin' do it. - Just one more show.

Then we can afford to record our demo, that's all.

Man, y'all are trying to get me murdered.

Mm. So you know,

I informed Principal Cleary of your situation,

and he assured me it would be handled with discretion.

Faith?

Is everything all right?

[Faith screaming]

Mm-hmm.

Is this because of what I said to that ghoul today?

Because she is not to be trusted.

She was a nuisance as a child,

and she is a horror show as a teen.

What did you think happened to my bedroom door when I went missing?

My door was locked. A man kicked it in

and dragged me out of the house, and now it's completely normal.

- I didn't touch your door. - But you did.

'Cause it's fixed.

- Are you sure you're remembering correctly? - I am.

Well, I don't know what to tell you.

You could tell me why all my classmates thought I was sick.

Your teachers needed an excuse.

And strep throat sounded better than the alternative.

That I was kidnapped.

Mm... that you ran away.

Where did you put it?

- Put what? - The inhaler.

- What on earth are you talking about? - Ryan's inhaler.

It was in my room, now it's not. I am very sure of that.

Please, Mom, just... be honest with me,

'cause I feel like I'm going crazy and I can't take it.

[ominous music]

Okay.

Okay.

I will be honest with you,

and in return I expect you to do the same.

Yes, I went through your things.

And no, I don't feel good about it.

My mother did the exact same thing to me when I was your age,

and it drove me up a wall.

But what I found, I did not feel good about.

Why was there a dead boy's inhaler in your room, Faith?

Because Ryan was with me... when the men came.

I'm sorry, Mom. I know I'm not supposed to have boys over.

[exhales]

Faith, wait. What are you saying?

The men who took me, they...

They took Ryan.

They... They killed him.

Look, we need to give the inhaler to the police.

We need them to know he was here. It could help.

Okay.

I will call Officer Hartman first thing in the morning.

Okay?

[ominous music]

Hey, Chief. We're having a problem in the men's room.

Whenever I flush the toilet, I swear I see a portal into hell.

- Can you take a look? - Go ahead and yuk it up.

Next time Rose calls, gonna be you who has to deal with her

- and her cats. - [chuckles]

What you got there?

"Satanic Cult Awareness"?

"This training manual is a result of compiling information

from years of occult investigations." This a joke, right?

Those are officially issued by the D.O.J. The Feds say it's an epidemic.

The Feds don't know shit from Shinola.

Respectfully, sir, I spent my morning

disassembling a crucified deer carcass.

All right. Let's play hypothetical.

If Ryan's murder really was some kind of sacrifice,

why would they leave it out in the open for everyone to see?

Why would they leave calling cards all over town?

[knocking]

Coroner's report's in.

- Good news or bad news first? - I could use some good news.

Ryan Hudson's cause of death was ruled an asthma attack.

- How is that good news? - Supports Chief's theory.

Why do I get the impression that the bad news doesn't?

[ominous music plays]

Whoever did this...

they cracked him open. Took things.

How are we realizing this just now?

They knew where to cut, what to break.

Stitched him right back up.

I'm gonna do my due diligence and read this tonight.

But if there really are Satanists in this town,

they gotta be the dumbest Satanists in history.

[man on TV] Hello? Is anyone here?

- All right, here's what I got. - All right.

- Candles. - Cool.

- An altar. - Nice.

- Robes, naturally. - Uh-huh.

An animal, if we can get our hands on one.

- Uh-huh. - Should probably learn some quick Latin.

- Okay. - And one bucket of fake blood.

I think, to err on the side of being safe, call it two.

- Two buckets. - Uh...

aren't Judith and them supposed to think this is already a real cult?

Don't you think we need more than three members to pull that off?

I think I know some people who could help us out.

People like who?

Like us.

[screaming on TV]

You want me to do what?

You want us to do what?

Cool. I'm in.

You don't want to hear the pitch?

Our band is putting on the biggest show

- this town has ever seen. - We need people like you to...

...create an immersive experience.

And it's exclusive. Only for the cool kids.

["Sensoria" by Cabaret Voltaire playing]

- [Spud] Like Judith Sanders-- - [girl] Really?

She'd really come to something like this?

She's actually one of Dethkrunch's biggest fans.

[Jordy] Plus Tonya from cheer squad.

And Fred from all the, you know, sports stuff.

What do you need from me?

From you, just costumes and uh... panache.

Your vocal talents.

You think you could be a spooky emcee?

[dramatic voice] It was...

a dark...

and stormy night.

Wait. This isn't a prank, right?

No. Definitely not.

[Jordy] No assholes, promise.

And you're sure it's not a cult?

[stammers] I mean, it is and it isn't.

Think of it like performance art.

- But they think it's real? - Yes.

But more importantly, they think it's cool, which makes...

...us cool. I don't see a problem.

What's a fan base if not a cult?

- That's exactly what I said. - Rad. Yeah, dude. I'm in.

Cool. I'm in.

[all singing] * We're in ♪

[Ingrid] Is this a "Carrie" thing?

[Spud] What?

You're not inviting me so you can pour blood on me and laugh at me?

No, this isn't a "Carrie" thing.

Good, 'cause I don't have powers.

I couldn't kill you. I'd probably just cry.

We don't want to make you cry.

We just need your goat for a few hours.

Cheerios can come?

That's his name. And his favorite food.

Oh, okay. Yeah. [laughs] We welcome Cheerios.

Okay, we'll be there.

Hell yeah. Uh, see you then.

Oh, Spud?

Just so you know, I'm coming as a friend.

I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

Oh, hey.

Is everything okay?

[sighs] My mom just called the office.

There's a leak in our basement.

She wants me to go home after school to watch my brothers.

Oh, I'm sorry, that's lame.

Which also means... I can't host.

I'm sorry. That really sucks.

Yeah, that does. We were ready to go.

Is there anywhere else we could do it?

I was so looking forward to it.

Yeah. We'll figure it out.

- Really? - Totally.

I'll call you with an address.

[bell rings]

[sighs]

[ominous music]

[Gene] Lawn's done.

I'm gonna clean up real quick before I go back for the inventory.

- Doctor say you could do that? - No.

But I can't show up to work at a beauty salon looking like this.

And if it's still there tomorrow?

Then I'll deal with it tomorrow.

Hon, why don't you just make the call,

set up an appointment?

If you don't like it, that's fine,

but no amount of Maybelline is gonna fix this.

Because I'm not crazy.

Hey, nobody said crazy. All right? You're just...

- You're stressed out. - I'm not stressed. I--

Sure you are, with everything that's been going on with Dylan?

It's just, it's not that simple.

Maybe not, but we're not gonna know

unless you see a professional.

[inhales deeply] Gene...

I think there's something evil in this house.

Yeah.

The other night,

when I woke you up screaming,

it's because there was something in our room.

- What are you talking about? - [sighs]

I've tried to convince myself I'm being silly, but I'm not.

The night that Dylan came home with his hand all carved up,

the night I fell through the coffee table,

I didn't fall.

That thing grabbed me by the ankles

and dragged me, threw me into it.

I know what I saw. And I know what I felt.

And I've been trying to make sense of it, but I can't.

And if I have to hear one more person tell me

that stress threw me around like a ragdoll,

I will lose it.

Okay, why are you just now sharing all this?

[softly] Do you believe me?

Oh, hon.

I...

[sighs]

That's why.

That's why.

[dance-pop song plays on radio]

[door bell jingles]

Welcome. I'll be right with you.

Hello, Mrs. Campbell.

Tracy. Hi, I'm sorry, I didn't know you had an appointment today.

Oh, no, no. [chuckles] I'm not here as a customer,

I'm here as a fellow mother.

Oh. Okay, um...

How can I help you?

I saw what happened at the funeral.

Between your son and the bereaved.

Mm. Well, that was a shock.

For all of us.

I just wanted to tell you how much my heart broke

for you and your family that day.

I know what it feels like to have the small-minded people

of this town looking at me like I'm a cuckoo bird.

[sighs]

[clears throat] Thank you. That's very kind of you.

Show kindness earnestly,

as kindness covers a multitude of sins.

- That's a paraphrase. - Oh.

But I don't think the Lord would mind.

Okay. [nervous laugh]

Would you happen to be free this evening?

I'm hosting a discussion group meet-up of parents like us.

- Oh, thank you, but-- - I think I have information here somewhere...

Oh, here it is. [chuckles]

[sighs]

I would love to see you there.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

- [door bell jingles] - [door closes]

[ominous music]

[music intensifies]

- [phone line ringing] - [man] Betty's Pizza Shack.

Hi, uh, my name's Dylan. Uh, I'm in a band,

and, uh, we had our venue fall through for our show tonight

- and I was wondering-- - [phone hangs up]

Hello?

[sighs]

[phone rings]

- Hello? - [Linda] Hey, Dylan.

Your father's doing inventory tonight,

and I'm gonna be out later than I expected.

Do you think you can take care of yourself for dinner this evening?

How much later do you think you'll be?

[Cassie] Whatcha reading? Oh.

So, I take it the case is going well, then.

I'd say this is the most stressful week I've ever had,

but I don't want the universe to take it as a challenge.

- Any luck finding Max? - No.

Usually he's back by now.

Hey. I have seen that dog

drink turpentine and live.

He's gonna be fine.

- What's your favorite color? - Red and black.

Okay. According to the experts on Satanism...

- Okay. - ...the color red means blood,

- evil, and devil. - Ooh.

Okay...

Black means sorrow,

- evil, and devil. - Mm-hmm.

- Wow, how imaginative. - Can't be both crazy and clever.

- Mm. No, you can't. - [door closes]

Rex. Hey.

Um... what can I get you?

Give me two whiskeys and a beer.

Yeah.

Tell me about the case, Chief.

No updates yet.

We haven't found our man, but we're working on it.

Yeah, I can see that.

Did you find it yet?

[tense music]

Did you find my boy's heart?

'Cause it sure looks like you found the bottom

of that fucking glass.

[taps bar]

Chief's drinks are on me tonight, Cassie.

For all his hard work.

[tense music continues]

- [knocking on door] - Hold on.

Yeah?

[Faith] Hey. Your mom let me in.

- Wow, you look-- - If you say normal, I swear--

Different.

Just different.

What are you doing here?

Look, I just-- I really want to say

I'm sorry about what happened with my mom.

Stop being so dramatic and stop pretending like we're friends.

- Jordy, I'm not pretending. - You let your mom

- steamroll over your friends? - That's not fair, I tried!

She didn't tell you why I stopped coming around, did she?

Seventh grade, I rented "Halloween 3"

because you wanted to watch it.

And the next day my parents got a call from Tipper Gore herself

saying that I was a goddamn witch.

- Jordy-- - No, no.

I have been holding onto this one for half a decade.

It is still my turn.

She told them that I was a bad influence.

And you want to know the most fucked-up part?

They believed her.

My own parents believed her.

So they went through my tapes.

And they read my diary.

They went through all of my stuff.

I mean, stripped me down to the studs, including--

- Your makeup. I'm so sorry. - Not my makeup.

My face.

Okay?

So, you can honestly just save your apologies.

That woman... she can't be trusted.

And if you still can't bother standing up for me

five years later...

neither can you.

Are we done here?

- Yeah. - Good.

[door opening, closing]

[footsteps]

[ominous music]

[woman on phone] Happy Hollow Police Department.

Hi, can I speak with Officer Hartman?

[on phone] Who?

Officer Hartman. I've spoken with him a few times this week.

[on phone] There's no officer by that name.

[ominous music]

You sure you weren't thinking of anybody else?

[intense ominous music]

[dramatic sting]

[intense ominous music continues]

[gentle organ music playing]

[bell tolling]

[whispers] We're five minutes late, Tracy.

Sorry, just give it another minute.

[sighs]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me.

Thank you all for your patience.

I believe we're ready to begin.

[organ music warbles, becomes sinister]

[music crescendos]

["A Dangerous Meeting" by Mercyful Fate playing]

[Spud] Good evening, peons.

Before we may proceed, we request your tributes to the Dark Lord,

as well as your cards of summoning.

- Thanks, Spud. - Not a problem.

Thanks, Spud.

Here you go.

Thanks, man.

Hey!

Invitation, please.

Must have got lost in the mail.

Oh, that's interesting because this is an exclusive event.

You've just been excluded, so...

Tell you what.

I'll pay you double, 'cause I'm a nice guy.

I don't-- I don't think you heard me. What I had said was--

I wasn't finished. I can either pay you double,

or I can give the cops a tip about some suspicious activity.

[Dylan] Just let him in.

- Just don't be an ass, all right, Cliff? - Who me?

The Dark Lord does not discriminate

based on dickishness, Cliff.

- [whispers] Proceed. - All right.

[group chanting] Belial...

Behemoth...

Beelzebub...

Asmodeus...

Satanas...

Lucifer...

Belial...

Behemoth...

Beelzebub...

Asmodeus...

Satanas...

Lucifer...

[goat bleating]

[chanting continues]

Holy shit, they got a goat.

[bleating]

[chanting continues]

[Phil] Welcome... to the bowels of Hell!

Uh, where is that coming from?

There.

[deep, dramatic voice] Come.

Be reborn of the darkness.

Take your places and bow

to the Knights of the Night...

- Dethkrunch. - [tape machine turns on]

["Toccata and Fugue in D Minor" begins playing]

[goat bleating]

- Silentium! - [music stops]

- New blood. - So sweet.

Ah...

Before we continue...

we must ask of you an oath.

In blood.

And we will begin with...

- Clifford Nelson. - [drumbeat]

In the world above, you have it all, Clifford.

But here, we can offer you something much greater.

We offer you loyalty from your peers.

[drumbeat]

We give you acceptance, and in return

we ask that you give us an oath.

Silentium es aureum, Satanas.

[all chanting] Silentium es aureum, Satanas.

[drumbeat]

[drumbeat]

- Judith. - [drumbeat]

Judith. Do not let her do that.

Lighten up, Tonya.

[Dylan] Judith Sanders.

Above you are beloved.

But with that comes expectations.

The cloak of darkness

offers freedom from expectations,

and in return we ask of you... an oath.

[all chanting] Silentium es aureum, Satanas.

[drumbeat]

[drumbeat continues]

Tonya Perkins.

No thanks. I don't speak Latin.

Come on. Just do what she wants.

Screw you, Fred. I don't even know what it means.

It could be a curse.

It means keep your trap shut or go.

I said no. [scoffs] Freak.

[ominous music]

Call me a freak again.

Just skip me, or whatever.

Say it or get the hell out.

- God, why are you so weird? - Say it or leave!

Sorry I'm not as comfortable caking shit on my face

as you, freak!

I've got a skin care routine to take care of, so...

[all gasping]

[screams] You fucking psycho bitch!

This shirt cost $30!

[Fred] Hey! Wait!

Does anyone else want to fuck with me?

Huh?

Good. Together on the count of three.

One, two, three.

[all] Silentium es aureum, Satanas.

Now let's fucking rock.

[drumsticks tapping]

So many new faces tonight.

There are many, many things to be afraid of in this town.

But what I see in front of me tonight

is incredibly encouraging.

For me tonight, I see hope.

[whispers] Hi.

And we parents must cling to that hope.

We must use it like armor

as we are entering dark times.

Entering? We're already there.

Hell has spilled over into this town.

- It does often feel that way. - I don't think you understand.

I'm not speaking figuratively, Mrs. Whitehead.

I'm telling the truth.

Last night, I was attacked.

[all gasping]

By who, dear?

Nobody. Not that I could see, but...

I just... felt it.

It was cold and...

Dark.

[man] I believe you.

Last night, there was something at the foot of my bed.

Just staring right at me.

I tried to yell, but I couldn't.

And I think it knew,

because every time I tried to open my mouth...

- it smiled. - [all gasping]

I know I'm not crazy.

I know it.

[all murmuring] I believe you.

Something tried to get inside me.

[stammers] I-- I felt it,

pushing down on my chest.

I-- I couldn't breathe.

I thought I was dreaming, but when I woke up...

Please...

pardon my indecency, Tracy.

[all gasping]

- Oh, dear Lord. - I tried to tell my husband,

- but he didn't believe me. - [all] I believe you.

I felt it too.

[all gasping] I believe you.

So did I.

[all] I believe you.

So did I.

[shuddering breaths]

We have a special guest with us this evening.

Linda Campbell, thank you so much for joining us.

Parents of Happy Hollow,

do you know how evil takes root?

Hmm?

Through cracks in the foundation.

- [woman] It's true. - [man] It's true...

[whispered chatter]

Why are you staring at me?

Because Linda...

I believe that you, and only you,

are to blame for the evil that has taken over this town.

[exhales]

Th--

- That's absurd. - [Tracy] Is it?

Who here has heard the rumors about Dylan Campbell?

No. No, no, no. My son...

- My son is a good boy. - He was a good boy.

But something went wrong along the way.

- Didn't it? Horribly wrong. - No.

And you let it happen.

You let evil into your home!

No.

You let evil corrupt your only son.

And that corruption, people,

is the crack within our foundation

from which this evil has spread.

Do you want to know who's responsible for all of this?

No, stop it.

Do you want a place to put your fear,

to direct your outrage?

[shouting] Look no further than the mother of evil herself!

- Do you believe me? - [all] We believe you.

- No. - I believe that her son

has invited evil into our town! Do you believe me?

[all] We believe you.

I believe that her negligence and her failures as a mother

is the very reason Ryan Hudson is buried in the ground!

- [screaming] Do you believe me? - [all] We believe you!

No! No!

No.

[gasps]

- [dark music] - [demonic growl]

No...

[all murmuring]

[panting]

[metal clanking]

[man] We're closed.

I-I'm sorry, I just have a question.

We open back up tomorrow at 8:00.

Why would my mom spend $10,000 on a working car?

Why don't you ask him?

Bob, this young lady has a question

about one of your customers.

[grunts]

[exhales] What can I do for ya?

[screams]

[heavy metal chords play]

Officer Hartman!

No!

No.

[frenetic heavy metal music]

♪ All hail the Prince of Darkness ♪

♪ All hail the Lord of Terror ♪

♪ All hail the Prince of Darkness ♪

♪ All hail the Lord of Terror ♪

♪ All hail the Prince of Darkness ♪

♪ All hail the Lord of Terror ♪

♪ All hail the Prince of Darkness ♪

♪ All hail Satan ♪

[crowd cheering]

Whoo!

Guys, that was incredible.

He likes you.

How can you tell?

He's not biting you.

[laughs]

How was it?

[all chanting] Dylan! Dylan!

We still part of the band, right?

[chanting continues]

I don't think it's a band anymore.

[chanting continues]

[sobbing]

[Abigail] Tonya Marie Perkins!

My God.

What happened to you?

[crying] Satanists tried to recruit me into a cult.

Please don't be mad.

[sobbing]

[children singing] ♪ Oh, say, can you see ♪

♪ By the dawn's early light ♪

♪ What so proudly we hailed... ♪

"This symbol is used to summon

the myriad of Hell's minions."

["Star-Spangled Banner" continues on TV]

[thumping]

- [dog whining] - Max?

[whining]

Hey, buddy.

- [Max choking] - You okay?

[gurgling cough]

[vomiting]

[ominous music]

What the hell...

[tense music]

[distorted static and Satanic chanting]

[woman sobs]

[sobbing]

[muffled screams]

[woman shrieks]

[cacophonous screaming]

[heavy metal music playing]

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