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Knifepoint Horror Episode One: town

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Duration: 04:55
A videographer joins a researcher journeying through a strange town with a terrible supernatural malady.
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All William was looking for was a gig to get him by. Now, he's stuck with a strange researcher in a strange town with an even stranger secret. Some things just shouldn't be on video, but unfortunately, William is already along for the ride.
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Robinson, the traffic controller, heard only the words May day, may day and then the screams of a man and a woman inside the cockpit. Mhm. The plane came in over the trees on the east side of the school grounds and crashed less than 200 ft from the playground. It cartwheeled along the ground and went into the woods, remaining mostly intact. There were three inches of snow covering the grass at the time. After a heavy fall. Early on saturday night. The first person to get to the crash site was actually an eight year old boy. When the authorities arrived on the scene, the boy told them what he had seen but they did not believe him and had his parents take him away. He claimed that when he got to within view of the plane's cockpit, something enormous had slithered out of it. To him. It looked like a gigantic crocodile, except it's skin was a perfect white. Its head was quite small and it seemed to have dozens of small legs on each side of its body legs which grasp the side of the plane and held tight as it moved. The boy said the creature had moved quickly, going deeper into the woods and disappearing inside the cockpit. The authorities found the remains of two people, a man and a woman. They had been completely ripped apart their heads, arms and legs torn off their torsos. There was no possible way the crash could have done that sort of damage to them. The cockpit was almost entirely intact. A policeman noted in the report that there was a long winding indentation in the snow starting from the ground outside the cockpit and moving into the trees, but no one else was found. According, told me that several months after the crash, he was finally allowed through a secret contact in the state police to search an archive of the man and woman's possessions. According said he believed they had been coming to this place on that day in order to confront someone, but she got them first. Once again, he left me with questions. I didn't feel ready to ask. I put a new tape into the camera and we moved on. My legs were getting tired, according never slowed his step. The day was unexpectedly divided into after a bizarre incident as we crossed through a small park off Lord Street. According suddenly stopped and swore angrily under his breath. He was looking to the edge of the park where a man was sitting slumped awkwardly against a bench as if his body were completely broken. According started to walk toward him and I followed, but he turned and told me to stay where I was. According, went over to the man and crouched before him. I could tell he was speaking to him, but I couldn't hear anything. The man was dressed only in torn sweatpants, in an old domino's pizza T shirt and the more nothing on his feet at all. He had pulled what looked like a white sheet around his neck for warmth, it bunched awkwardly around him and trapped down almost to the ground. He moved only his head, turning it very, very slowly toward the sound of coatings voice. He looked to be only in his early twenties, with long, unwashed hair, according spoke to him for almost five minutes more and more. I noticed how awfully pale the man's skin was drained of all color, almost a light gray hue when courting stood and walked back towards me in the camera, leaving the man to sit undisturbed. He seemed furious. He said nothing to me. As he passed me, I got one last shot of the man on the bench and then kept up with courting. The men's head was cocked back and he gazed at the sky. According went only as far as the closest bus stop. He said he had something to do. A bus came quickly and we got on board, according, asked the driver if it went straight down Lord Street, I could have told him that it did. We traveled about a mile and then got off the bus in a lower income residential neighborhood called Glendon. We walked deep into it past modular houses and a few trailer homes until the road simply ran out. There was a small greenhouse beside the dead end. It's long was overgrown and no one had yet made any attempt to rake the fall leaves out of it, courting banged on the front door. At first there was no answer, so, according began calling out loudly again and again for someone named mr Copeland. Eventually he got a response and we heard a week gravelly drunk sounding voice from behind the door. The men would not open it, though, according, demanded that Mr Copeland tell him why he had just seen his son in the park. The answer came back after a long pause. I don't know.
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