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Wow, Aunt Cynthia really has a thing for Halloween.

That's more like all of Carterville.

But as the saying goes,

"New Year's in Times Square, Christmas in Maine

and Halloween in Carterville."

Who says that?

I just made it up.

What do you think?

I gotta give it to them.

The spooky spirit is real.

What's the matter, dude?

You love Halloween.

Dad, I'm not 11.

Oh, graduating from treats to tricks now, are we?

I'm in middle school now.

I know you think you can just pull me from Encinitas

and drop me in Carterville,

but it's actually kind of a big year.

Look at it this way.

A new town means new places to explore

and new rocks to turn over.

You know when you're my age, you're not gonna remember

a single thing from sixth grade.

That you, brother?

It sure is!

Who's that little critter?

Smokes!

That Leah?

That's me.

The little critter.

I wasn't expecting y'all for another two days.

Let's go say hi to your Aunt Cynthia.

Come on.

Look at you!

Oh, my goodness.

Beau!

Hey, Beau!

Get out here, Beau!

Darn it, Beau!

Come on, now. I just--

I told you not to touch my jerry rig.

Give me a second.

The signal was perfect before you touched it!

Forget that antenna, Beau.

Get out here and say hello to my family.

Get over here.

Okay! Okay! All right! Gosh.

Weavers!

Gotta love Weavers.

Go ahead.

Check out the room upstairs, little critter.

I've got my own responsibilities.

Keep your voice down.

I got mouths to feed.

Beau here eats for six as it is!

Now, come on! You know, that--

I will be back soon

and then we're heading straight back to California.

Look, I just need some time to get us back on our feet,

all right?

Just do me this favor, sis.

Please.

And have her start all over again?

You think this is easy for me, raising a girl without a mother?

You're ditching me?

Leah.

Leah, come on. I'm not ditching you.

Leah! Leah!

I was gonna tell you sooner, but I just kept putting it off.

Whatever.

Go.

Leave. I don't care.

I got a job on a fishing boat.

It's gonna be good for us.

You ought to see this boat.

It's a 100-footer.

It's got dredge nets,

and we're gonna be scooping up clams,

and oysters, and crab, and honey, the money.

I mean, we are going to be set.

Ever since Mom died, it's like I'm your friend!

I am your friend.

I don't want to be your friend.

I want to be your daughter.

And someday, you may look back

and see that that's exactly why I'm doing this.

I got you something.

I'll give you a hint.

Um, we saw that guy at Moonlight Beach.

You said you wanted one,

and I told you it was too expensive.

Keep your present.

Leah?

Honey?

I'm leaving.

I'd love to say goodbye.

Bye!

Okay.

Goodbye.

Love you.

He'll be back before you know it.

Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.

Pancakes.

Special touch.

Here you go.

And here you go.

Oh.

No, thanks.

I'm not hungry.

Not hungry?

You can't grow if you don't eat.

Hey!

I'm not done with you, Weaver.

Do you need a ride to school?

Point me in the right direction

and I'll do the rest.

That's easy.

There's only one street.

Let's go.

Marshy!

Hey!

Marshy!

What?

I thought you'd learn by middle school,

you can't always hide in a book.

How about this?

I'll take my life lessons from my readings

of the great philosophers.

If I ever want to learn the art of skinning possum,

I'll ask the guy who's repeated sixth grade twice.

Sit down, Rhett.

Class.

Quiet, please.

Rhett, please take your seat.

You must be Leah.

Please welcome a new student, Leah Weaver.

Everyone say hello.

Hello.

Go on and tell the class

a little something about yourself.

Uh, right.

Well, I used to live in Encinitas till yesterday.

My dad dropped me off without warning me,

so now I'm stuck with my aunt and uncle.

Ooh! Ooh!

I like to skate, surf.

Ooh!

Yes?

Have you ever seen a Pacific gray whale?

No, I don't think so.

Yo!

Cool shorts, dude.

Simmer down.

Simmer down now.

Go ahead and grab an open desk, Leah.

Now let's pick up where we left off

on yesterday's lesson.

If you did your reading,

you know we're getting to the good stuff

on ancient Egypt.

Hey, Leah!

Don't worry about Rhett.

He'll get held back again,

and we won't have to deal with him next year.

Hey, surfer girl.

Want some tips on how to fit in?

First off, don't speak to this loser.

Don't touch me!

Fight!

- Fight! Fight! Fight! - Fight! Fight!

Please?

- Fight! Fight! Fight! - Fight! Fight! Fight!

Whoa!

Smooth, dude.

I have a program called, "After School Self-Reflection."

I think you'd be a great fit.

Do I have to?

Well, I double as the librarian.

You'll help me tidy, organize books.

Sounds like detention.

After School Self-Reflection.

And you might even meet some nice kids.

Right.

I know Carterville can be cliquey.

Plus, starting sixth grade in the middle of a semester.

Golly, I'd rather go toe to toe with a Gallywampus.

A what?

Oh!

Is there anywhere in Carterville

that doesn't have a spider hanging from the ceiling?

Oh.

I get it.

We're not supposed to talk.

We can talk.

Oh.

Got you.

So, you don't feel like talking?

So, what'd you do to land here?

She dumped pumpkin guts in Rhett Perry's locker.

Picked his lock,

filled it up with three pumpkins' worth

of pumpkin guts.

You can probably guess what happened after.

Seriously?

That is awesome.

Awesome?

Lock-picking is a crime!

Marshy isn't even in detention.

He's just here to bother me.

That's not true.

I'm Mr. Bigsby's right-hand man.

Here we go again.

Beginning of the year...

I was given detention for turning in an essay

in a code I created

which I refused to decode as a matter of principle.

Mr. Bigsby and I hit it off so well,

he invited me to be his after school assistant!

There's no such thing.

Hey, I wish I could write in code.

I can teach you sometime.

Wicked.

Wicked.

Wicked.

Wicked.

Set me free.

Release me, Leah.

What on earth?

Isn't even Halloween

and the pranksters are at it already.

You know, I'm glad to have you kids around

or else I'd start to wonder if...

...the youth had all gone...

...rotten.

My library!

Who could've done this?

I'm sorry, Mr. Bigsby.

The firecrackers were a diversion.

So it seems.

I don't get it.

Why would anybody want to steal an old book?

That old book is Silas Carter's own personal diary.

Silas Carter.

The statue with the creepy dudes?

I reckon it's time you learned about this town's namesake.

As the story goes, there were two brothers.

Silas and Bob Carter moved out here

in the summer of 1820 to seek their fortune in lumber,

but when they realized there was no workforce to cut timber,

a little story started to spread

about how they struck it rich panning for gold.

But it was a con.

Just a rumor started by the evil of the two brothers, Silas.

There was no gold in these there hills.

What is all this?

Just some of my personal research,

a little hobby of mine.

Little?

Folks flocked to the place we now call "Carterville",

chasing riches, but since it was a lie,

the newcomers had to either leave

or take work at the only real business in town,

the Carter Brothers' Lumber Mill.

Racked with guilt,

Bob began shouting in his dreams

pleading for forgiveness

for not trying to stop his brother's deceit.

Silas heard Bob and took action,

stealing all the wealth of the lumber mill

and converting it into gold bars.

Bob told Silas his plan to reveal the lie

that brought them their fortune.

What happened?

Seeing red, driven by greed,

Silas killed his own brother.

Silas died shortly after when a tree fell on him,

ironically enough,

without ever revealing the location of his gold.

So, all the clues are still out there?

And the gold?

No one knows.

Plenty have tried to find out,

but I think the person that took Silas' diary

thinks it holds the answer to where the gold is hidden.

And that's why Bigsby thinks someone stole the diary

to find Silas Carter's gold bars.

What's funny?

Everyone knows the story of Silas and Bob Carter.

This is Carterville, after all.

Well, if everyone knows it,

then how come no one's found the gold?

Bigsby probably didn't tell you

that Silas' gold is forever cursed.

-Cursed? -Oh, yeah.

Silas was cursed by this witch who still lives in these woods.

-The Raven Witch. -It's just a legend.

A myth old people use to scare kids.

Maybe, or maybe not.

This is my stop.

See you tomorrow.

So?

Day one and done.

How was it?

One of the teachers, Mr. Bigsby, is cool.

He told me the story of the Carter Brothers.

That guy's obsessed.

Nowheresville's own town historian.

I think it's good to know your history,

-where you came from. -Sure.

What I got a problem with is leading a man to digging holes

and searching treasure for the rest of his darn life.

Mr. Bigsby is looking for Silas' gold?

Well, he calls it searching for artifacts,

but I don't think he was looking for artifacts

when he was digging in our back yard.

In your back yard?

Well, they say that Silas Carter may have lived

on this very plot.

Some speculate that he hid his gold in our own backyard.

Sure is determined.

I'm gonna tell her.

It ain't nice.

Leah!

There ain't no treasure out there.

Your Uncle Beau was pulling your leg.

It's a good lesson.

Don't waste your time chasing imaginary treasure.

And where do you think you're going?

Home!

Back to California!

But that's a long way to walk, don't you think?

Then I'll hitchhike.

Well, all right, now.

You just go blow off some steam,

but you come right back, you hear?

She'll be back.

Why'd you have to go and mess with her?

She's got it hard enough like it is.

End the curse.

Destroy Silas.

Leah.

Destroy Silas.

Tessa!

Oh my gosh.

You scared me!

What are you doing out here?

I'm camping.

What are you doing?

I'm walking to California.

It's a stupid idea, now that I think about it.

Yeah.

Well, you're walking northeast, so there's that.

I guess I just wanted to get out.

I know how that feels.

It's terrifying out here at night.

I felt like I was being stalked.

You're lucky the Raven Witch didn't get you.

So Marshy doesn't believe in the witch,

but you do?

Believe is kind of a strong word.

Even the craziest stories have to come from somewhere.

I just read a whole volume of Carterville history,

and there was zero mention of any witch.

Here we go.

You read this one?

I was getting to it.

So, you want to know the other side of the legend

or what?

"It was on All Hallows' Eve..."

the night when the veil that separates our world

from the spirit world is thinnest

when Silas killed Bob.

But Silas wasn't alone that night.

The Raven Witch must've smelled his wickedness,

'cause she saw the whole thing.

And when the Raven Witch witnessed Silas' evil,

she emerged.

"Arms like wings, skin saggy and drooping

from living thousands of years feeding on human souls.

That's when she put a spell on Silas.

The Raven Witch trapped Silas' soul

into his own gold bars forever."

"If the gold is ever found,

it would release Silas' soul from the Raven Witch's curse

awakening his evil spirit.

Whoever awakens Silas would become possessed by his spirit,

and use his riches for his wicked deeds."

I have to walk back to my aunt's alone through witch territory?

Relax, Leah.

I can walk you home if it makes you feel better.

How do you know so much about this legend?

When I was younger, my grandma used to tell me

she met the Raven Witch.

Said she even showed her a few magic tricks,

but I don't know.

If my grandma had any supernatural powers,

we wouldn't be living in a trailer.

But Grandma is able to make strange things happen,

like making missing keys appear out of nowhere.

Maybe you're right.

About?

Even the craziest stories have to come from somewhere.

I heard something in the library.

Whispers.

Ooh, spooky.

Whispers.

Like they were trying to lead me toward the diary.

And I heard them again here in the forest.

Like something was watching me.

And when I was cleaning up the broken glass,

I found something.

A rolled-up metallic gum wrapper.

Rhett Perry.

If Rhett stole Silas' diary, he must be looking for the gold.

If anyone wouldn't give a darn about awakening an evil spirit,

it'd be Rhett Perry.

We have to stop him.

Maybe we should tell Bigsby.

You need more than a hunch.

You're right.

We need more proof.

What'd I teach you about hiding in your books, Marshy?

What do you want, surfer girl?

I don't got no beef with you.

Beef?

Tell him you're sorry and I'll let you pass.

I'm incredibly sorry, Marshall.

You really don't know how to pick your friends, do you?

Recognize this?

I found it in my dustpan sweeping up some broken glass.

I don't know what you're talking about.

But I think you do.

I had nothing to do with that robbery.

Robbery?

Who said anything about a robbery?

I'm on to you, Rhett Perry.

Watch yourself, surfer girl.

I'm starting to get how he got held back twice.

This is so awesome, Tessa!

A month ago, it was just you and me, which was fun

but I'm really starting to think that Leah's becoming

a regular part of our clique.

Our clique?

Our squad!

Our posse!

You know, our crew!

Two's company, but three...

I feel like we need a name or something.

What should we call ourselves?

Call ourselves?

How about "The Three Carterville-teers"?

Doesn't quite roll off the tongue.

The Outcasts?

We'll come up with a name later.

For now, let's just enjoy this moment.

Tessa, you should've seen Leah in passing periods.

She got right up in Rhett's face when he knocked my book down.

Remember, Leah?

Speaking of passing periods, I saw Rhett today at his locker

and I could've sworn I saw this old book

that looked a lot like--

Silas Carter's diary?

Yup.

We gotta tell Bigsby!

We can't.

We don't know how far Rhett is into his hunt

and if Bigsby gets on his case, he'll know we're on to him.

We need to find a way to outsmart him,

so we can beat him to the gold.

You mean the supposedly cursed gold?

If we don't find it, then Rhett or someone like him will,

and they might unleash

an ancient super pissed-off spirit on planet Earth.

And my mom thinks I have an overactive imagination.

But how do we know what Rhett knows?

Take a page out of his book.

He's obviously up to something.

We just need to sniff out his place in the hunt.

Like, spy on him?

I do live across the street from the Perry house.

This is perfect!

I like what you're thinking, Marshy.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

I shouldn't have opened my mouth.

Stakeout time.

Leah?

Tessa?

- Hi. - Come on in!

Come in!

I just finished these.

I'm not sure of the size, but they should fit.

Thanks, Mrs. Parker.

Whoa, these are awesome.

"The Carterville History Club?"

Wicked, right?

Wicked.

So, Marshy says y'all are starting up

The Carterville History Club?

Remember, our first meeting at 8:00?

-Oh. -That's right!

Our 8:00 meeting.

Come on.

I'll show you guys my coin collection.

Were the jackets too much?

Yup.

How much do you think Silas' gold is actually worth?

Who knows?

The combined wealth of a lumber empire,

adjusted for inflation...

Maybe a million bucks?

First thing I'd do is buy me a tent with no holes

and a new fishing pole.

And then maybe a house outside the trailer park.

A real house.

But it could be cursed, remember?

I know.

Just saying if it wasn't.

With that much money, my dad would never have

to take up some crazy job again.

That's what I'd do.

Give my dad the money.

That way, we could settle down in California for good.

What's going on, man?

There!

It's go time, guys!

Rhett's making moves.

You mean like sneak out?

-Yeah, what do you mean? -We have to follow them.

But I don't want to get in trouble.

Trouble?

We're gonna be in a whole lot more trouble

if they beat us to the gold.

Leah, listen, this was fun,

but if Marshy doesn't want to break his house rules,

I get that.

House rules?

Do you think Silas Carter's evil spirit cares about

Marshy's house rules?

Guys...

...we can't let this chance get away from us.

We don't even know if all this cursed gold stuff is true.

And that's a chance you're willing to take?

It's your call, Marshy.

Oh, jeez.

Come on, let's go.

They're headed to the forest.

Come on.

I know a shortcut, we can cut them off.

Come on! Come on!

Look.

Guys, this is crazy.

This is Old Man Abner's property.

Everyone knows Old Man Abner's insane.

And now, we're trespassing on his land in the dark?

Shhh!

Let's just leave.

Let's check it out.

Or that's another option.

I'm ready to call it a night.

Yeah, a little longer.

A little longer?

Dude, I'm exhausted.

My hands are all blistered.

There's nothing for me to find here--

Suck it up, Owen.

Would you like to pitch in?

Pitch in?

Yeah, all you do is sit over there and watch.

Oh, is that how you talk to your girlfriend?

Silence!

How do you even know you're reading the clue right?

Huh?

I mean, think about it.

How could Silas bury his gold in his own grave?

I mean, that just seems, you know, impossible.

Are you questioning my deciphering skills?

Dude, your...

My what?

Your breath.

Jalapeno cheddar pork rinds.

- Chester, chill. - He was just kidding.

Right, Owen?

Yeah.

If you want to keep digging, we'll keep digging.

Rhett, if you're gonna be a tag-along,

make yourself useful and read the clue again.

I am useful.

"Protect me in the night, for by day, you are asleep.

Where my corpse will lie is a hollow for your retreat."

"Where my corpse will lie."

Here's where Silas Carter's corpse lies.

"A hollow for your retreat..."

Did you guys hear that?

It may be a deer.

Or one of those pissed-off ghosts

in these graves.

Ghosts got nothing to do with the gold.

Oh, with this gold,

ghosts have everything to do with it.

Lights.

Yeah, that's enough for one night.

We'll be back again tomorrow.

Same time.

Let's go.

Move, Rhett.

Quick. Let's go. Let's go.

That was Clara Perry, Rhett's sister

and her boyfriend, Owen.

High schoolers.

What about the dude with the cheddar breath?

Chester Black.

High school senior-slash-record holder for most suspensions.

And the Carterville resident most likely

to achieve world domination.

Wow.

Sounds like a fun dude.

Check it out.

How could they dig up Silas Carter's grave?

People do crazy things for riches, I reckon.

Did you just say reckon?

Don't repeat it.

Looks like they didn't find much.

Remember the clue they read?

"Where my corpse will lie is a hollow for your retreat."

Maybe they didn't find anything,

because it wasn't in the ground.

A hollow for your retreat!

No way I'm putting my hand in there.

Draw straws?

I'll do it.

Be careful.

I think I got something, but...

Leah!

She's stuck!

Tessa, help!

Oh, jeez!

Come on!

Get me out of here!

Do you guys feel that?

Hey!

What are you kids doing?

Yup. Is that right?

All three, you say?

Well, you know, kids will be kids.

Uh-huh.

All righty, then.

Really appreciate it.

Goodnight, now.

So, Rhett and Clara's dad say

they've been in their bedrooms all night.

No way!

We saw them with Silas Carter's stolen diary.

Right, guys? Come on!

All I know is I get a 10:00 p.m. call from Old Man Abner

saying he found three kids trespassing on his property.

And lo and behold,

the three kids that he think he's seen aren't under my roof.

Abner said he's gonna call the police next time.

Consider yourselves lucky.

But we only snuck onto Abner's property, so we could find--

Leah...

I know your father's not around right now,

but I don't condone this type of behavior.

I think it's probably best you call your Aunt Cynthia

and she came to pick you up.

I also think it's best if Marshy spent some time away

from the Carterville History Club.

Hey, guys. Wait up.

Thanks for having my back last night with Marshy's dad.

You know Rhett stole Silas' diary.

First of all, I'm grounded.

My dad doesn't care about Silas' diary.

Yeah, you and me both.

My Aunt Cynthia is making me look under every couch cushion

in the house

for coins to roll till they hit 5 bucks.

Second of all, we don't even have the diary,

so what's the point?

It's a dead end anyway.

How's this for a dead end?

Where'd you get that?

From the hollow.

Marshy, you were right.

What's in it?

-What's it say? -I can't exactly tell.

It's in some kind of strange, jumbled language.

A code!

Looks like some of the spells my grandma uses

to make keys reappear.

You think she can read this?

-Maybe. I-- -We have to visit her!

Marshy, are you free tonight?

Take a breather, Leah.

Marshy didn't want to sneak out and we forced him to.

I'd say it's best if we just take the night off.

You're right.

Let's just throw in the towel.

Why don't we just hand this code over

to the high schoolers while we're at it?

Give them Silas' gold on a silver platter.

You only wanted the gold, so you can buy a ticket back

to California anyway.

We were never really a crew.

If we were,

you wouldn't be in such a hurry to leave Carterville.

It's not about buying a ticket.

It's about getting my dad back.

So, you can go home, right?

Isn't that what this is all about?

Tessa, wait.

You seem cool, but Marshy's right.

You're getting out of here and we're stuck.

I'm stuck, too.

Dad?

Leah, honey.

How are you?

I can barely hear you.

Yeah, crap service.

Can drop any minute.

How's Carterville?

Carterville's okay.

When are you coming back?

Soon, very soon.

Hey, you get a chance to put my present to use?

Yeah, actually.

I'm trying to find Silas Carter's gold.

Yeah? Find anything good?

Well, I'm staring at this ancient clue right now,

but it's in a coded language.

Coded language?

How cool is that?

Send me a pic. I want to see.

And sent.

Did you get it?

Leah.

Leah, can you hear me?

Hello?

Dad?

Hey, Leah!

What do you want?

Aren't you cheerful?

I'm not in the mood,

so if you've got something to say, just say it.

Sheesh.

I was just gonna ask if you wanted to come over and skate.

I didn't know you skated.

I'm still learning,

but I just finished building a ramp in my backyard yesterday

and I've been looking for someone to help me test it.

Obviously, I thought of you.

Hold on.

Your turn.

Whoa, whoa!

Come on.

Leah?

Leah Weaver?

You're the new girl, right?

Come inside for a second.

Hmm.

You must have been like all day,

just like, surfing and tanning in California, huh?

When you get to high school,

the guys are gonna be all over you.

But don't worry, I'll look out for you.

Put 'em together.

Here.

I heard you guys had a little run-in with Old Man Abner.

Yeah.

He just doesn't like us running through his fields, I guess.

That's not how I heard it.

I know you and your friends

have been looking for Silas' gold.

I want us to be able to work together.

Haven't people been looking for the gold for 200 years?

So?

So, why would you want to partner with the new girl?

I know you dug up the clue, Leah.

It was in a tree.

-Excuse me? -I didn't dig up anything.

-It was in a tree. -Dumb luck.

-Hand it over. -Dumb luck?

You thought Silas' gold was in his own grave.

What do you want, Leah?

You want to go home?

Carterville isn't for everyone.

Small town folks like us.

Rhett says you want a ticket back to California.

Maybe that could be arranged.

What do you think?

All we need is the clue.

I appreciate the offer, but I'm not in it for the gold.

I'm in it to destroy it.

You actually believe that bogus legend?

Where is the diary?

Admit you stole it,

and then maybe I'll tell you about the clue.

Search her.

-Empty her pockets. -No. Get off me!

Oh, you little...

She's recording us.

Oh!

Would you look at that.

She was foolish enough to take a photo of the clue.

All right, Leah.

As you wish.

-Leave. -It's not fair.

Just wait till you get to high school.

You can steal the clue,

but you can't stop me from hunting the gold.

Have fun.

Dumb luck won't happen twice.

Let me see it.

Leah...

Release me, Leah.

That curse destroyed Silas.

Release me, Leah.

Hi.

I'm so happy to see you.

The weirdest thing happened.

I heard those whispers again, but it was different this time.

Like someone was watching me or following me.

And I ended up in that creepy place

where those trees grow in a perfect circle.

The Witching Circle.

Old-timers say it's where witches test spells.

That's why nothing grows.

But my grandma says that's where they used to have parties

when she was young.

Something smells good.

Chickweed, wild onions, and chanterelles.

I've never met someone who foraged her own dinner.

You don't have to be here if you think it's lame.

I meant it as a compliment.

What are you doing here, Leah?

Now that I'm no longer terrified?

I'm trying to apologize.

You're just trying to get your dad back.

I get it.

What kid doesn't want their dad around?

Apology accepted.

There's something I gotta tell you.

The high schoolers cornered me.

I was trying to get a confession out of them about Silas' diary,

but they found a picture of the clue on my phone

and stole it from me.

And now they're, like probably cracking the code as we speak.

Well then, we'll just have to crack it first, won't we?

We need Marshy.

Hi, Tessa.

Leah.

We know Marshy's grounded,

but we were hoping you might give him a pass.

I don't know if that's such a good idea.

He snuck out without asking.

If he asked, it wouldn't really be sneaking out.

Ow.

Marshall!

You have visitors.

I don't feel good!

Guess he doesn't feel good.

Do you really think your grandma will be able to read it?

There's only one way to find out.

But I should warn you, my grandma is kind of crazy.

Gone for now, but soon you'll see

these keys of mine, return to me!

Tessa!

Have you seen my keys?

I can't find my keys anywhere.

Have you tried one of your spells?

Alas, yes.

I am defeated!

Oh, I've exhausted all of them.

Oh.

Grandma...

This is my friend, Leah.

You have a glow about you,

don't you, little one?

We wanted to show you something.

Tessa said you might be able to translate it.

It's a spell code, isn't it, Grandma?

What do you know about Silas Carter?

He hid his gold and then killed his brother.

Hm, that's right.

And the tree just magically fell on him.

The Raven Witch?

The Raven Witch was

the Carter Brothers' mentor in magic, you see?

And they were pupils of the paranormal.

Whoa.

But Silas was drawn to dark magic.

And through his own private studies

he discovered a portal to the underworld.

But upon hiding his gold bars in the underworld,

Silas used a forbidden enchantment

to slay his poor brother, Bob.

The Raven Witch discovered his knowledge of the portal.

She struck him down

and trapped his soul inside his beloved gold.

So, while she stands guard over the veil

between Earth and the underworld,

someone crafty enough might still retrieve the gold

to destroy Silas' evil spirit

and forever close the portal to the underworld

or release his dark evil!

We've got company, Grandma Elise.

These high schoolers are trying to find Silas' gold.

And I'm seriously tripping that they'll accidentally

unleash Silas on the world.

Well, you should be tripping.

Silas is a maniacal, magical master

and he surely isn't happy having been trapped for so long.

That's why we're trying to beat them to it first.

Will you help us crack this code?

How about a barter?

I'll translate your code, but only if

you fetch for me

an iced tea from the corner store?

Deal!

What have we here, Silas Carter?

Hm.

"I am the mad demon

with yellow eyes."

"Crawling out from water under darkened skies."

"While my eyes might feed

on human souls..."

"It's my ancient bones that ate the next clue whole."

Do you know what that means, Grandma?

Not the faintest idea.

"I'm the mad demon with yellow eyes"

crawling out from waters under darkened skies."

Yellow eyes, darkened skies...

Does it swim?

Maybe like a fish?

Search, "Yellow eyes, human soul."

"While my eyes might feed on human souls,

it's my ancient bones that ate the next clue whole."

We've read it a thousand times.

Not everything can be found on the internet.

Sometimes, you need a book to complement your online research.

Marshy!

-You're-- -Un-grounded.

I guess you left an impression on my mom and dad.

We've literally checked out every book

with the words demon and yellow eyes.

The Animalia Paradoxia!

A taxonomy of mythical creatures.

There!

What?

The Gallywampus.

Looks like a panther,

but has slimy skin like a salamander.

A long time ago, a bunch of hogs got eaten

and everyone went hunting for the Gallywampus.

You can read about it in old newspapers.

You're a genius, Marshy!

But where the heck are we gonna find

the ancient bones of a Gallywampus?

What's the matter, Marshy?

The Carterville Historical Museum

had this terrifying skeleton on display.

My parents took me there when I was little.

Said it was a Gallywampus.

It kept me up for like, three years.

And you're just saying this now?

I'm not trespassing again, guys!

Trespassing?

Since when is going to our town's

historical museum trespassing?

Besides, the museum's never locked.

Yeah, 'cause of something called the "honor system".

You know, we have honor, so you don't go digging around

for clues.

I promise you, Marshy.

We will only behave honorably

while inside the Carterville Historical Museum.

Here we go again.

Where are you, Gallywampus?

I guess they're remodeling?

Guys?

"My ancient bones ate the next clue whole."

What the?

It's a raccoon skull.

What do we do?

Hide!

There's no room!

Some museum.

This place is a dump.

I'ma check over here, babe.

Okay.

Here, Gallywampus.

Where are you, boy?

Ski-oooh.

What is that?

That's my Gallywampus call.

Okay. Well, can you not do it anymore?

Yeah.

Owen.

I found it.

Okay.

Look. Ate the whole thing whole.

Okay, but where's the clue?

Got it.

Aha.

Give that to me.

Well, I felt like Chester might want to hold on to it.

Well, then Chester should have come himself.

He thinks that we're his servants, did you know that?

Plus, it's safer with me anyway.

I'll just keep it in my locker.

Come on.

Whatever.

Did this shake?

Hey, come on!

Let's go.

Whatever.

I'm coming. Okay. Okay.

What are you doing?

Why did you take so long in there?

They're gone?

Mm-hmm.

They stole it!

Yep.

The whole clue.

Some honor system.

We've gotta work faster.

They're beating us left and right.

Work faster?

They got the clue, Tessa.

We're toast.

Clara said it herself.

She's going to keep it in her locker.

So, why don't we just take it?

You mean steal it?

They broke the honor system, so it's more like returning it.

Tessa, you can pick locks, right?

-Duh. -Good.

'Cause the Halloween hoedown's tomorrow

and I've got a plan.

These fools think All Hallows' Eve is about

candy and costumes.

What's it about?

The mingling of the earthly and the supernatural.

Go away.

Come on, let's go.

This better work.

Come on, hurry.

Let's get out of here.

They're here.

We got company!

Are you sure this is her locker?

Oh, hey dudes!

What are you doing here?

Uh, it's a candy offering from the middle school.

Oh, bro, you gotta try this stuff.

Uh, thanks, but no thanks.

No, here.

Oh. Oh.

Leah, please.

I'm sorry.

Yes!

I'm so sorry.

Clara, where's the clue?

Look!

Bail!

Hey! Hey!

Stop!

Got you!

Dude, get off of me!

I don't have it.

Guys.

Let's go!

New girl.

It's been an hour.

Leah's never late.

What if something happened?

You do the honors.

Hold it right there, surfer girl.

Is that a slingshot?

It was cute how hard you guys tried

to destroy Silas' gold.

Believing that old garbage curse our parents told us

to scare us when we were kids.

Too bad for you, it's all horse crap,

except the gold.

Hand over the clue, Leah.

Never.

Did you not just see what he did with that slingshot?

Here.

What's it open?

You're so clever, Rhett.

Why don't you figure it out yourself?

It was a pleasure doing business with you.

One move, and I fire.

Something funny, Leah?

I swapped the clues on my way over, just in case.

Rhett has a leather pouch I swiped from my aunt's house.

What about the key?

It's just a piece of junk I found with my metal detector.

Good thinking, Leah!

So, what's it say?

Scooch.

"If the gold is near, then the spirits must mingle."

"The portal will arise under

an All Hallows' Eve moon's twinkle."

- I got it! - Guys, I got the clue!

Now who's the tag-along?

Whatever.

A key?

What the heck is this?

The next clue to Silas' gold!

It must open something, but I can't figure out what.

How about this, Rhett?

You work on cracking whatever this useless rusty key opens

and we'll go track down those children

and find the actual clue.

The actual clue?

The clue was etched on leather, you fool.

There was no key!

Let's go.

Let's go!

I'm making a friendly jack-o'-lantern.

There aren't enough friendly ones in the world.

Mine will be absolutely wicked.

Now this is the type of wholesome fun I like to see.

Carry on, kids.

So, I've been thinking.

The drawing...

-The Witching Circle? -Yes!

It looks just like it, right?

Where your grandma said she used to go partying.

Those whispers I heard, I think that's Silas' soul

begging for someone to release him.

"On All Hallows' Eve, when spirits mingle..."

The portal will reveal itself

at the Witching Circle on Halloween!

Tessa, do you think you could guide us to the Witching Circle?

A skip, hop, and a jump from my camp.

Could you find it at night?

By the light of the moon?

No doubt.

We're talking about an All Hallows' Eve hike

to a place where witches test spells.

When the real and spirit worlds mingle.

Got it.

Serious question, guys.

Do you know what you're being for Halloween?

A little old to go trick or treating, ain't you?

Yeah, I actually have a pretty good idea

where Silas Carter's gold might be,

so me and my friends are gonna try to destroy it

before these high schoolers

unleash his evil spirit on the world.

Well, don't be out all night again, all right?

I won't.

What's up with you Weavers?

A loony bunch.

Thanks, mom.

Remember, Marshall.

No more than four candies or you'll be up all night.

I know.

-Hey. -Hey.

You are?

The Gallywampus!

I like it.

And you're?

Zombie surfer?

Yeah.

Righteous, dude.

Yeah.

Oh.

So, what are you supposed to be?

Thurgood Marshall.

The first African-American justice of the Supreme Court!

-Now I know. -Oh.

You guys ready?

Let's do this.

I'll do it.

No, no, no.

Ow!

What's wrong?

You hear something?

We follow this trail.

Check this out.

When I was out here with my metal detector,

I found this.

I think the three of us can pull it together.

One, two...

Three!

Who's there?

Shut up, Owen.

Playtime's over, Carterville History Club.

Quiet, Rhett.

We'd still be trying to find out

what that useless key does if you hadn't--

Silence.

Silas Carter's diary.

Watch and learn.

-Here, let me. -Stand back.

"Where the witches test under moonlit skies.

When I lift this clamp, the ground shall rise."

All right, come on.

Here we go.

Phew.

It's a map.

To where?

Time shall tell.

Thank you, children.

Now, if you pursue us a single step--

You'll breathe pork rinds on us?

That's cute, new girl.

Yeah.

Nice one, Owen.

Stupid kids.

We were so close!

I'm afraid that won't mean much when they release Silas.

The whispers.

They're still here.

What are you talking about?

Silas, he's still trapped here just like the drawing shows.

You literally just saw Chester take off with the next clue.

Yeah, and I saw Rhett take off with a rusty key, too.

Look!

That's not a portal.

- That's a-- - A mirror.

Why a mirror?

Let me see the drawing.

It's a little off.

Help me push this thing.

Whoa!

Holy...

Do we?

Yeah.

Let's do this.

Oh, no.

Marshy.

Just a story old people used to scare kids, right?

Go time.

You got this.

You got this.

Wait up!

I'm coming!

Where are we?

Look.

What is this place?

Welcome Treasure Trackers

to this mingling membrane of reality

and the supernatural.

These final riddles are all that separate you

from what Silas held dear.

Know the answer, press the brain.

No gold for you would be quite a shame.

You've gone to the cemetery.

You've dug up my grave.

The hole is now 3 by 6 by 4 feet.

How many clues did you find?

I never paid attention in math.

It's multiplication, right?

Three by--

Zero.

None.

Zip.

There was no clue in the grave, only in the tree hollow.

Press the brain, Marshy.

Zero.

The clue was in the tree hollow.

Correct.

Second question.

Okay.

A clever ruse sees this slimy beast in quite the fix

lured through a one-way door not by hogs and human souls,

but the scent of what nocturnal omnivore?

Hogs, human souls, aka Gallywampus.

A clever ruse, a one-way door.

Like a trap.

But what do you use to bait a Gallywampus?

A raccoon!

What the Gallywampus swallowed whole.

That's how you bait a Gallywampus.

A raccoon.

Correct.

Last question.

Yes, Tessa.

Okay, one more, guys. We got this.

The day is tomorrow.

You've got the gold.

You tell your friends how far you came.

How many clues did you solve to enter the next chamber?

Three?

This is the third clue.

What about everything else?

The cemetery, the cipher, the Gallywampus.

The raccoon skull, the Witching Circle.

One.

The answer's one.

All the puzzles we solved, all the work we did,

it's behind us.

Just one clue.

One answer separates us from the chamber.

One.

We did it, guys.

And I guess you're gonna say we have to go down there, huh?

You've got that right.

Beware, beware,

while cursed gold draws your attention,

there may be dangers at play, which I should probably mention.

Now listen closely, this is your final warning.

The portal will vanish

come the first light of morning.

I'd say we got 15 minutes till first light.

I'll keep my eye on the time.

12 minutes, guys.

Whoa.

Wicked.

Calcium carbonate deposits.

Where to next?

Down there.

These are stalagmites and stalactites.

You can remember,

'cause stalagmites go up from the ground

and stalactites go down from the ceiling.

Get it?

G and C?

We get it, Marshy.

They take hundreds of thousands of years to form.

And one human touch can stunt their growth.

Really?

One human touch?

Yes, Tessa.

One human touch.

They're rocks.

I think they can take one little human poke.

-No, don't! -Don't what?

Don't touch the formations!

What, you mean don't do this?

What did you do?

I told you not to touch it!

Run!

Looks like we're going in.

What did I say, Tessa?

I said don't touch the stalactite!

It's a stalagmite.

G for ground.

Whatever!

-You just had to touch it! -Please, Marshy!

Can we talk about this later?

It's right behind us!

This way!

Did you hear that?

That must be it.

Eight minutes, guys.

I'm gonna make a go for it.

Okay.

Be careful, Leah.

Oh, thank goodness.

Leah.

Leah.

Destroy Silas.

Leah!

Gold.

Gold.

Don't open it, Leah!

It's cursed!

I won't.

Leah.

Close the portal, Leah.

Set me free.

No!

Who is she talking to?

Six minutes, Leah.

Come on!

Leah.

Gold.

Leah, no!

Don't open it!

Gold.

Set me free!

Don't listen to him!

Snap out of it, Leah!

I'm going in!

Right behind you!

Hold on!

We're coming!

We're running out of time!

Four minutes!

Leah!

- Leah! - Leah.

Leah, we're coming!

Fight it, Leah!

Leah, hey!

Leah!

Snap out of it, Leah!

Set me free!

No!

Leah!

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Three minutes, guys.

We got a deadline, don't forget.

There!

We did it.

We made it!

Is that?

The Raven Witch.

What is that?

Silas Carter's diary.

We've already been here.

We've been walking in circles all night.

You want to give up?

Go ahead.

Give up?

Halloween's over.

We missed our window again.

I couldn't have survived Carterville without you guys.

We wouldn't even have been on the hunt for Silas' gold

if it wasn't for you.

I'm not just talking about the hunt.

I'm talking about you guys being my friends

while I've been staying with my aunt and uncle.

Right.

You're leaving.

Yeah.

Let's just enjoy this moment then.

Because who knows when we'll have to defeat

another 200-year-old evil spirit.

Good idea.

Let's enjoy it.

You guys think I'll be grounded again?

Yeah, Marshy.

You're definitely gonna get grounded.

Come on! We're gonna miss her!

Got a long drive ahead of us.

Bye, now.

Dude!

This thing is so wicked!

Check this out!

My Christmas gift to you.

Don't spend it all in one place.

Thanks, Dad.

So, what do you say?

One more body surf sesh?

Yeah.

Let's do it.

Okay, that's my sixth read-through

and I've decided you're right.

It's a bunch of hogwash.

And I see you're still trying to crack it.

Something about it feels, I don't know.

Something's missing.

Kids?

No sneaking out, now.

Leah!

What the heck are you doing here?

What do you mean? I live here.

I thought you went back to Cali!

I did.

Got some surfing in.

It was cool, but...

...didn't feel like home.

I told my dad I got too many good friends here to leave,

so I'm starting next semester here in Carterville.

- No way! - Seriously?

I see you got the same gift.

Let me guess, same note?

Same book, same note.

So, I take it you didn't try reading your gifts

out loud then.

No.

Why would we read it out loud?

"Neewollah no niago esir..."

"ton seod repooc salis epoh su tel."

Whoa!