Tuesday Matinee - #tnthorrorcontest

Tuesday Matinee - #tnthorrorcontest

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Hardship has hit the town of Angel Falls, Indiana. The mine has been closed for a decade, coyotes have been running off with livestock. Rob Cummings wouldn't know it, though. Ticket sales for his Orchid Theater have stayed fairly steady over the years. The bleakness of the town never seemed reach past the neon glow of the marquee. Unfortunately for Robert, the true terror of the town comes ripping straight out of the Silver Screen.
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