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"Whoa whoa whoa easy stranger easy! You took quite a hit after that crash. Yeah you crashed. I don't blame you for not remembering. It looked pretty bad. Honestly I'm surprised you don't actually look worse but you must be made of sterner stuff." The stranger says as they give you a pat on the back that makes your spine creak while they laugh. "So! Might not be the weirdest way I've had to welcome a newbody to our lovely little city. Welcome to The Gates! Hope you don't mind fog cause that stuff is here year round. What's The Gates? Yeah we ain't exactly on the maps but we prefer it that way. Keeps the peace especially with those zealot types you keep hearing about nowada…
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[Private screening] There is a legend in this old church The bride dressed in white, a groom with eyes only for her, and an Oath that would last a lifetime. Atleast, that was what the bride had believed untill she walked in on her soon to be husband as he was fucking the maid of honor. Taking the knife from their wedding cake she ended three lives that day. Her husbands, her sisters, and her own. Some say her spirit still haunts this old church to this day... ---‐----------------- The premise of this is simple, a cheesy classic horror flick about a woman whos love wronged her whos spirit still dwells in the place she vowed her love... but no…
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If you go deep enough in the woods, the trees begin to reflect sound. Voices curve in unexpected ways. The crunch of leaves begins to boom. A scream falls short. Nested in a valley of northern Colorado, an oddity is said to stalk through the woods. Birds silence, trees are marked, animals are absent. Disappearances mount, and searches end fruitlessly. No one can agree on a single form for it, but all description leads to gnashing teeth, piercing claws, and a warning of some form. Maybe it doesn't want you to fall victim, or maybe it just wants to see you try. Don't follow a cry for help in the forest, the further it sounds, the closer it is. Hey, just dec…
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You don't know how you got there. You don't know where there even is. You just know that you keep ending up here in front of that fire... That damned fire. You're not alone. Those who were once strangers sit around it with you, all looking at the fire and one another pensively, wondering if one can trust the other this time, when the time would inevitably come to step back into the fog... You've watched them slip into madness. You've watched them give up hope. You've watched them give one another up to whatever shadow stalks them through the fog. You've watched them stuck on a large hook, only to be taken away by the gnarled appendages of an otherworldly entity, just…
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[ Private Screening ] In the dead of night, the eve of Halloween, the last bus of the route drove through the empty streets, the only light around it being those from within and the headlights that broke through the pitch blackness ahead of it to keep track of the broken yellow lines on the asphalt. The driver's lidded eyes blink as they catch sight of a figure waiting by the reflective sign that shined in the darkness. The bus screeched to a stop and hissed as it lowered to accommodate the passenger about to board. With a baseball bat over his shoulder, a man stepped onto the bus and dropped a few coins into the fare terminal. Looking the man over, the b…
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