PROLOGUE.
Merriwald was by all means a small town, but it wasn't the classic 'nothing ever happens' kind of town. The most infamous occurrence being the George Sheppard murders and trials of 1955, about 39 years ago. However, the town found that they much rather remain unknown than infamous for serial murders on a bunch of teenage girls. The town, wanting to avoid being some type of tourist attraction that banked on the deaths of little girls, pretty much kept any crime hush-hush. The town, to put it in simpler terms, could not give any less fucks about what happens to the citizens within it.
Callum had, and vulgarly in my opinion, dubbed it as "the most bullshit town in America". And I couldn't've agreed more. Not that I would've admitted it at the time, but when I had first moved there in 1984 I had thought the town was cursed. I mean, there was no way a town could care so little about the citizens, right?
Wrong, because as I soon found out in the summer of 1994, I was absolutely fucking right. That town was, without a doubt, cursed. I mean, why else would there be such a vengeful group of sideshow freaks after me and my friends?
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Horror❝ DAMN THIS PLACE IS CREEPY ❞ in which a group of teens decided to sleepover at an abandoned lot that once held a freak show.
