Post by The Night Terrors on Jul 10, 2013 1:50:57 GMT -5
“Don’t fear change, embrace it...”
-Anthony J.D. Angelo[/size]
***The MPW camera fades into the image of a clear, star filled night sky, with a full moon high amongst the stars. As the camera moves down, the shown video gets darker, until only fog and shadows can be seen moving in the background. All of a sudden, a solitary light turns on in the background, followed by a second quickly after a few feet to the left. Slowly, the lights begin to move closer, and closer, until you can distinctly make out the light of a flashlight. As the lights move around the ground, tombstones can clearly be made out, identifying our location tonight as a small, neglected cemetery. The lights stop moving about ten feet from the camera, and slowly move up, until the faces of Samuel and Clay, The Night Terrors, are revealed. Samuel and Clay both stare into the camera, as the light from the flashlights mix with the fog, creating an eerie glow. After a moment, Samuel takes a deep breath and begins to speak...***
Samuel: Good evening to the MPW fans, as well as all the boys in the locker room who will see this message before Takedown. Many people wonder, what do professional wrestlers do when they aren’t wrestling. For each one of us, the answer is different. Some people fly home as soon as possible to spend time with the family. Some of us find the nearest bar and drown our pain and loneliness with alcohol. There are still some of us who leave immediately for the next town, the next city, the next fight, only to impatiently wait for a week that passes by slower than you could ever imagine. But that’s not quite our style...
Clay and I like to take our time before moving on to the next town. Because everywhere in this pitiful land, you can learn something new. Unlike most of our, for lack of a better term, “peers”, in the MWA, we like to stop and watch the world function around us. The smallest things in this world can teach you more than you can. And while the most talked about news of the day comes from large cities jammed pack with desperate souls, the real world happens out in rural towns such as this. So on our travel to the Bismarck Civic Center for Thursday Night Takedown, where my brother Clay is going to wipe the floor with Adam Steele, we have made a detour to the small town of Arvilla, North Dakota...
Clay[/u]: I know what you may be thinking? Where? Why? Well, the answer may surprise you. We understand the importance of towns like this, where men and women work a hard life, never taking the easy road, and earning their own self respect. We look at people like the local sugar beet farmers, and it truly makes us think twice. We look at the men who work at the local grain elevator, over to the left, half a mile away, and we shake our heads...[/color]
***The camera turns to the left, and over the fog and the trees surrounding the cemetery are three large grain elevators, each with a light flashing on the top. The camera turns back to The Night Terrors, who are sitting there waiting for the camera to be focused on them. After a couple of seconds, Clay continues to speak...***
Clay[/u]: We look at all of these hard working men and woman, not with respect or jealousy, but instead, with pity. These people spend their entire lives in small towns like this, only leaving to pick up groceries or other necessities of small town life. They live and die, knowing only the experiences that have been afforded to them by their own existence. Each and every one of them lead such an unimportant life, that they have no chance of effecting the world around them. You look at these people, and you know deep down to their core, they are just waiting for the end to come, to relieve them of their pathetic lives. Just like each and every person buried six feet below us tonight, they are destined to live their lives with the three hundred and fifty other inhabitants of the town, just waiting for their turn to die...[/color]
Samuel: Which brings us here tonight, to the Arvilla cemetery, to tell the tale of two individuals. We’d have more, but we have only been here for the last couple of hours...
Clay[/u]: It’s amazing, but in a town small enough where there isn’t even a grocery store, they still have a bar. And of course, you get the town folks to tell you anything once they liquor up. They are just happy to see new people...[/color]
Samuel: Well, to you maybe. Most of these hicks wouldn’t be able to get past the makeup I wear, and while muscle bound freaks aren’t quite my cup of tea if you catch my drift, those three ladies at the bar certainly wanted a piece of you...
Clay[/u]: Really Samuel? They had to be in their fifties. I may sometimes make some decisions that most people would disagree with, but that’s plain gross.[/color]
Samuel: Maybe they’d be able to take out their dentures for you...
***Clay gets a look of disgust on his face, but it quickly turns into a heinous grin, and he just shrugs his shoulders. Samuel lets out a chuckle and then starts to speak again...***
Samuel: Anyway, back to the reason we are here. Our first tale of the night, starts over here...
***Samuel looks to his left, bringing his flashlight over multiple tombstones, until he stops on one in particular. Samuel points at the tombstone, and the camera zooms in to reveal what is written on it...***
***Samuel sits down in front of the tombstone of Robert Moen, and starts tracing the letters with his right index finger as he begins to speak again...***
Samuel: Robert Moen, veteran of the Vietnam War as a member of the United States Navy, worked hard his entire life. Robert and his wife, Geraldine, who everybody calls Geri, were mainstays of Arvilla, the type of older married couple that everybody in town knew and respected. He worked six days a week as a contractor, and reserved every Sunday to worship his God. The father of four children, he instilled in them his own beliefs and values. And when the cancer took hold of his body, he fought hard, but his resistance was futile. He was buried here, in the same town he spent his youth and most of his adult life, never to rise above the life that is expected out of these small town residents...
The point of this story is not what this man did wrong in life, but in fact, how his life did little to affect the world around him. Sure, his family mourned, and felt the pain of losing a loved one, but eventually, the town moved on. Soon enough, his family moved on. Hell, the love of his life, Geri, remarried within five years of his death, and now she lives a happy life, watching her grandchildren grow up, just waiting for her end to come too. Think about that. A man whose life was so insignificant that even the woman who loved him to the end has moved on to a new love. It’s sad, and it proves how meaningless life is in a small town. But even more sad than that, is that with all of the dreams and desires that Robert had for his life, they were pushed to the side to live the normal, everyday life that he was brought up into. Robert had dreams of being a musician, and even had talent. But instead of doing what it took to get what he wanted, he gave up out of fear. Fear that he would fail. Fear of what people would think of him if he couldn’t do the things he set out to do. It was easier to live for the little than to have a chance to fail at being something special. He let fear rule his life, and it cost him any meaning that he once could have held in this world. It’s sad, but that’s life for these people...
***Behind Samuel, the second light shines, which gets the attention of the camera. The camera swings around, and Clay is pointing down to another tombstone. Clay shines his light to reveal the text on this tombstone...***
Clay[/u]: Yes, you can read that right. This is a tombstone of a dead teenager. You see, all David ever wanted to be was a football player. School was just what he had to go through in order to play the game he loved. In a small town, David was able to make the junior varsity football team quite easily. David wasn’t a star on the team by any means, but was looked at as a player who could be built into an important part of the team. However, keeping his heads in the clouds while dreaming of Super Bowl fame, David stopped attending class, and began to fail nearly all of his classes. Just like every cliche filled youth sports movie, David was told he couldn’t play football again until his grade were improved. Being the kind of kid he was, instead of valuing the knowledge that was given to him by his teachers, he decided to work around the system, and instead, enlisted his older brother’s help to him hack into the school’s computer and change his grades so he could play football again. Obviously, this failed to trick anybody, and he was kicked out of school. David couldn’t handle his young life and what he turned it into, and because he feared that he had lost his chance at fulfilling his dreams, he one night went into his parent’s room, took out a pistol from his father’s gun safe, and took his life...
At only fourteen years old, this young boy felt it would be easier to end his own life then to accept a reality in which he could not fulfill his dream. Never mind the pain he would cause his family and friends, life was nothing without that dream of his. He feared a life like his father’s, and like the father of everybody else he knew. He was controlled by that fear, and at the end of the day, we was unable to master it. He let the fear consume his very being, twisting him into something his family never thought he would be. And now, it doesn’t matter whether he would have been right or wrong, because we will never know the answer. Instead of not allowing anything to stop him, he stopped himself with fear, and became just another sob story. David is still missed to this day by his family I’m sure, but to all others, the memory of him fades more and more each day. One day, the memory of him will fade from the minds of the locals completely, and the only reminder of his life on this planet will be these few words, etched in stone, in a cemetery that rarely has a visitor...[/color]
***Samuel walks over to Clay, and both men stand in front of the camera, allowing their flashlights to light up their faces...***
Samuel: Fear is the ultimate destroyer of man. Not only does fear control the lives of most people, but as a weapon, fear can take many forms. Whether it’s a phobia; such as darkness, snakes, or heights, or a fear of life; like failing to achieve your goals, every man is influenced by fear. I learned at a very early age that fear does not have to be my enemy. So instead of running from that in which I feared, I embraced it, and gained a strength I never thought possible. Clay too embraced the fear, and it turned him into the monster that he is today. We are examples of what it means to embrace the fear, and both David and Robert, they are examples of ways that you can be defeated by the fear...
Clay[/u]: This week, we see two brothers who face opposite ends of the fear spectrum. My opponent for Thursday Night Takedown, Adam Steele, faces the realization that without becoming something more than a joker in the ring, he will never achieve his dreams. His brother on the other hand, Matt Steele, is looking ahead, fearing that his brother is going to pull him out of his own imaginary world and into the real world, where his childlike antics have a price. But neither of the brothers are ready to embrace what they have to do, because it would mean the end of Real Steele as we know it...[/color]
Samuel: When it comes to Matt, he has the best of intentions, but as we all have seen since Real Steele arrived in the MPW, Matt allows his need for fun to get in the way of his brother’s desire for success. And the only reason Adam puts up with Matt’s constant fooling around is because they share the same blood. If it were up to Matt, I don’t think he would be a professional wrestler. I think he would rather be a spaceman, or a Power Ranger, or maybe even one of Peter Pan’s pirate crew in Neverland. But if Matt ever once to be something more than what he is now, he must embrace the one thing he fears most. He must grow up, otherwise, he’s doomed to always fear the future, whether he admits it or not. And looking into his eyes, I must say, I don’t think he has the willpower to embrace what he must. Matt will always be Matt, end of story. Now Adam on the other hand, well, that’s a different story...
Clay[/u]: Adam, as you laid in the ring last week, after yet another defeat because of your brother’s antics, there was a flash of something in your eyes. An anger that has the potential to engulf you. We can see that inside, your brother is tearing away at your heart, taking from you what you think you could achieve on your own. Your fear Adam, is more complex than that of your brother. Your fear never reaching the heights you know you’re capable of. You fear that when all is said and done, you’ll be forgotten by the world. You fear failure of your own. But more than anything, you fear that you might be better without your brother. And each and every one of these fears is gaining validity with each passing day. So here we are, my brother and I, to tell you one thing Adam. It’s not too late to embrace what you know deep down inside yourself to be true. You are the stronger, the smarter, the better Steele, and if you truly want to do something special here in the MPW, you must do it on your own...
Don’t think I’m paying you compliments too quickly though Adam. Because even if you were able to beat the odds and take your own destiny into your own hands, you’re still not prepared for a monster like me. When we meet in that ring, your own potential will mean nothing when it comes face to face with the power I possess. If our words tonight do nothing to change your life, what I do to you in the middle of that ring will. I will not stop until you look into my eyes and realize that we hold the only true path to defeating all of those fears that make their home in your imagination. I will make you realize that you are becoming just like the people of Arvilla, North Dakota, going on with your life as though you are just waiting for the end to come. I defeat you in the middle of the ring, and bring The Night Terrors one step closer to the MPW Tag Team Championships. And finally, I will show the world that Steele has no power against the darkness. The ball is in your court Adam. You are the only one who can change yourself for the better. Will you do just that, or will you fall right back into your safe zone, away from the fears that define you. I guess we’ll find out Thursday...[/color]
Samuel: And on Thursday, as the MPW turns one year old, we will start the transition of power. Year one was the reign of Iconic Aggression. Year two and beyond, will be the reign of The Night Terrors. Adam, you are just the start. When my brother is done with you Adam, Matt will be the only Steele left in the MPW. Oh, and Matt, make sure you keep a night light on when you sleep at night. You’ll never know what kind of terrors live in the dark. If your brother knows what is good for him, he won’t always be around to fight the monsters in your imagination, nor the monsters that you are looking at right now...
***From behind the camera, a loud screeching of tires is heard. The camera turns around as two headlights fill the entrance to the cemetery. An older man gets out of the car’s drivers seat, and slams the door behind him. He holds up a large flashlight, and points it at the camera...***
Old Man: What are you doing in there? The cemetery has been closed for hours...
***The cameraman turns around, and both Samuel and Clay are gone...***
Old Man: You with the camera! Do I have to call the Police? If you’re not out of there in the next two minutes, I swear to God I’m going to call the Police!
Cameraman: I'm coming sir. Uh, I was just getting some quick footage. Sorry to get you out of bed, I know it's late...
***The cameraman turns back around to the old man, and makes his way to the entrance. As he does, the old man grumbles to himself and gets back in his car. He immediately drives in reverse, backing out to the main road. As he speeds on the main road, the cameraman turns back around at the entrance to the cemetery, and all the way on the other side are two dim lights, and the faces of The Night Terrors. After a few seconds, the fog begins to rise with a gust of wind, obscuring The Night Terrors. As the wind settles, The Night Terrors and their lights are gone, nowhere to be found. The MPW camera slowly fades to black...............***
-Anthony J.D. Angelo[/size]
***The MPW camera fades into the image of a clear, star filled night sky, with a full moon high amongst the stars. As the camera moves down, the shown video gets darker, until only fog and shadows can be seen moving in the background. All of a sudden, a solitary light turns on in the background, followed by a second quickly after a few feet to the left. Slowly, the lights begin to move closer, and closer, until you can distinctly make out the light of a flashlight. As the lights move around the ground, tombstones can clearly be made out, identifying our location tonight as a small, neglected cemetery. The lights stop moving about ten feet from the camera, and slowly move up, until the faces of Samuel and Clay, The Night Terrors, are revealed. Samuel and Clay both stare into the camera, as the light from the flashlights mix with the fog, creating an eerie glow. After a moment, Samuel takes a deep breath and begins to speak...***
Samuel: Good evening to the MPW fans, as well as all the boys in the locker room who will see this message before Takedown. Many people wonder, what do professional wrestlers do when they aren’t wrestling. For each one of us, the answer is different. Some people fly home as soon as possible to spend time with the family. Some of us find the nearest bar and drown our pain and loneliness with alcohol. There are still some of us who leave immediately for the next town, the next city, the next fight, only to impatiently wait for a week that passes by slower than you could ever imagine. But that’s not quite our style...
Clay and I like to take our time before moving on to the next town. Because everywhere in this pitiful land, you can learn something new. Unlike most of our, for lack of a better term, “peers”, in the MWA, we like to stop and watch the world function around us. The smallest things in this world can teach you more than you can. And while the most talked about news of the day comes from large cities jammed pack with desperate souls, the real world happens out in rural towns such as this. So on our travel to the Bismarck Civic Center for Thursday Night Takedown, where my brother Clay is going to wipe the floor with Adam Steele, we have made a detour to the small town of Arvilla, North Dakota...
Clay[/u]: I know what you may be thinking? Where? Why? Well, the answer may surprise you. We understand the importance of towns like this, where men and women work a hard life, never taking the easy road, and earning their own self respect. We look at people like the local sugar beet farmers, and it truly makes us think twice. We look at the men who work at the local grain elevator, over to the left, half a mile away, and we shake our heads...[/color]
***The camera turns to the left, and over the fog and the trees surrounding the cemetery are three large grain elevators, each with a light flashing on the top. The camera turns back to The Night Terrors, who are sitting there waiting for the camera to be focused on them. After a couple of seconds, Clay continues to speak...***
Clay[/u]: We look at all of these hard working men and woman, not with respect or jealousy, but instead, with pity. These people spend their entire lives in small towns like this, only leaving to pick up groceries or other necessities of small town life. They live and die, knowing only the experiences that have been afforded to them by their own existence. Each and every one of them lead such an unimportant life, that they have no chance of effecting the world around them. You look at these people, and you know deep down to their core, they are just waiting for the end to come, to relieve them of their pathetic lives. Just like each and every person buried six feet below us tonight, they are destined to live their lives with the three hundred and fifty other inhabitants of the town, just waiting for their turn to die...[/color]
Samuel: Which brings us here tonight, to the Arvilla cemetery, to tell the tale of two individuals. We’d have more, but we have only been here for the last couple of hours...
Clay[/u]: It’s amazing, but in a town small enough where there isn’t even a grocery store, they still have a bar. And of course, you get the town folks to tell you anything once they liquor up. They are just happy to see new people...[/color]
Samuel: Well, to you maybe. Most of these hicks wouldn’t be able to get past the makeup I wear, and while muscle bound freaks aren’t quite my cup of tea if you catch my drift, those three ladies at the bar certainly wanted a piece of you...
Clay[/u]: Really Samuel? They had to be in their fifties. I may sometimes make some decisions that most people would disagree with, but that’s plain gross.[/color]
Samuel: Maybe they’d be able to take out their dentures for you...
***Clay gets a look of disgust on his face, but it quickly turns into a heinous grin, and he just shrugs his shoulders. Samuel lets out a chuckle and then starts to speak again...***
Samuel: Anyway, back to the reason we are here. Our first tale of the night, starts over here...
***Samuel looks to his left, bringing his flashlight over multiple tombstones, until he stops on one in particular. Samuel points at the tombstone, and the camera zooms in to reveal what is written on it...***
ROBERT A MOEN
SFM3 US NAVY
VIETNAM
OCT 13 1947 SEPT 1 2004
SFM3 US NAVY
VIETNAM
OCT 13 1947 SEPT 1 2004
***Samuel sits down in front of the tombstone of Robert Moen, and starts tracing the letters with his right index finger as he begins to speak again...***
Samuel: Robert Moen, veteran of the Vietnam War as a member of the United States Navy, worked hard his entire life. Robert and his wife, Geraldine, who everybody calls Geri, were mainstays of Arvilla, the type of older married couple that everybody in town knew and respected. He worked six days a week as a contractor, and reserved every Sunday to worship his God. The father of four children, he instilled in them his own beliefs and values. And when the cancer took hold of his body, he fought hard, but his resistance was futile. He was buried here, in the same town he spent his youth and most of his adult life, never to rise above the life that is expected out of these small town residents...
The point of this story is not what this man did wrong in life, but in fact, how his life did little to affect the world around him. Sure, his family mourned, and felt the pain of losing a loved one, but eventually, the town moved on. Soon enough, his family moved on. Hell, the love of his life, Geri, remarried within five years of his death, and now she lives a happy life, watching her grandchildren grow up, just waiting for her end to come too. Think about that. A man whose life was so insignificant that even the woman who loved him to the end has moved on to a new love. It’s sad, and it proves how meaningless life is in a small town. But even more sad than that, is that with all of the dreams and desires that Robert had for his life, they were pushed to the side to live the normal, everyday life that he was brought up into. Robert had dreams of being a musician, and even had talent. But instead of doing what it took to get what he wanted, he gave up out of fear. Fear that he would fail. Fear of what people would think of him if he couldn’t do the things he set out to do. It was easier to live for the little than to have a chance to fail at being something special. He let fear rule his life, and it cost him any meaning that he once could have held in this world. It’s sad, but that’s life for these people...
***Behind Samuel, the second light shines, which gets the attention of the camera. The camera swings around, and Clay is pointing down to another tombstone. Clay shines his light to reveal the text on this tombstone...***
DAVID JAMES
STEADMAN
MAY 13, 1987 NOV. 9, 2001
[/center]STEADMAN
MAY 13, 1987 NOV. 9, 2001
Clay[/u]: Yes, you can read that right. This is a tombstone of a dead teenager. You see, all David ever wanted to be was a football player. School was just what he had to go through in order to play the game he loved. In a small town, David was able to make the junior varsity football team quite easily. David wasn’t a star on the team by any means, but was looked at as a player who could be built into an important part of the team. However, keeping his heads in the clouds while dreaming of Super Bowl fame, David stopped attending class, and began to fail nearly all of his classes. Just like every cliche filled youth sports movie, David was told he couldn’t play football again until his grade were improved. Being the kind of kid he was, instead of valuing the knowledge that was given to him by his teachers, he decided to work around the system, and instead, enlisted his older brother’s help to him hack into the school’s computer and change his grades so he could play football again. Obviously, this failed to trick anybody, and he was kicked out of school. David couldn’t handle his young life and what he turned it into, and because he feared that he had lost his chance at fulfilling his dreams, he one night went into his parent’s room, took out a pistol from his father’s gun safe, and took his life...
At only fourteen years old, this young boy felt it would be easier to end his own life then to accept a reality in which he could not fulfill his dream. Never mind the pain he would cause his family and friends, life was nothing without that dream of his. He feared a life like his father’s, and like the father of everybody else he knew. He was controlled by that fear, and at the end of the day, we was unable to master it. He let the fear consume his very being, twisting him into something his family never thought he would be. And now, it doesn’t matter whether he would have been right or wrong, because we will never know the answer. Instead of not allowing anything to stop him, he stopped himself with fear, and became just another sob story. David is still missed to this day by his family I’m sure, but to all others, the memory of him fades more and more each day. One day, the memory of him will fade from the minds of the locals completely, and the only reminder of his life on this planet will be these few words, etched in stone, in a cemetery that rarely has a visitor...[/color]
***Samuel walks over to Clay, and both men stand in front of the camera, allowing their flashlights to light up their faces...***
Samuel: Fear is the ultimate destroyer of man. Not only does fear control the lives of most people, but as a weapon, fear can take many forms. Whether it’s a phobia; such as darkness, snakes, or heights, or a fear of life; like failing to achieve your goals, every man is influenced by fear. I learned at a very early age that fear does not have to be my enemy. So instead of running from that in which I feared, I embraced it, and gained a strength I never thought possible. Clay too embraced the fear, and it turned him into the monster that he is today. We are examples of what it means to embrace the fear, and both David and Robert, they are examples of ways that you can be defeated by the fear...
Clay[/u]: This week, we see two brothers who face opposite ends of the fear spectrum. My opponent for Thursday Night Takedown, Adam Steele, faces the realization that without becoming something more than a joker in the ring, he will never achieve his dreams. His brother on the other hand, Matt Steele, is looking ahead, fearing that his brother is going to pull him out of his own imaginary world and into the real world, where his childlike antics have a price. But neither of the brothers are ready to embrace what they have to do, because it would mean the end of Real Steele as we know it...[/color]
Samuel: When it comes to Matt, he has the best of intentions, but as we all have seen since Real Steele arrived in the MPW, Matt allows his need for fun to get in the way of his brother’s desire for success. And the only reason Adam puts up with Matt’s constant fooling around is because they share the same blood. If it were up to Matt, I don’t think he would be a professional wrestler. I think he would rather be a spaceman, or a Power Ranger, or maybe even one of Peter Pan’s pirate crew in Neverland. But if Matt ever once to be something more than what he is now, he must embrace the one thing he fears most. He must grow up, otherwise, he’s doomed to always fear the future, whether he admits it or not. And looking into his eyes, I must say, I don’t think he has the willpower to embrace what he must. Matt will always be Matt, end of story. Now Adam on the other hand, well, that’s a different story...
Clay[/u]: Adam, as you laid in the ring last week, after yet another defeat because of your brother’s antics, there was a flash of something in your eyes. An anger that has the potential to engulf you. We can see that inside, your brother is tearing away at your heart, taking from you what you think you could achieve on your own. Your fear Adam, is more complex than that of your brother. Your fear never reaching the heights you know you’re capable of. You fear that when all is said and done, you’ll be forgotten by the world. You fear failure of your own. But more than anything, you fear that you might be better without your brother. And each and every one of these fears is gaining validity with each passing day. So here we are, my brother and I, to tell you one thing Adam. It’s not too late to embrace what you know deep down inside yourself to be true. You are the stronger, the smarter, the better Steele, and if you truly want to do something special here in the MPW, you must do it on your own...
Don’t think I’m paying you compliments too quickly though Adam. Because even if you were able to beat the odds and take your own destiny into your own hands, you’re still not prepared for a monster like me. When we meet in that ring, your own potential will mean nothing when it comes face to face with the power I possess. If our words tonight do nothing to change your life, what I do to you in the middle of that ring will. I will not stop until you look into my eyes and realize that we hold the only true path to defeating all of those fears that make their home in your imagination. I will make you realize that you are becoming just like the people of Arvilla, North Dakota, going on with your life as though you are just waiting for the end to come. I defeat you in the middle of the ring, and bring The Night Terrors one step closer to the MPW Tag Team Championships. And finally, I will show the world that Steele has no power against the darkness. The ball is in your court Adam. You are the only one who can change yourself for the better. Will you do just that, or will you fall right back into your safe zone, away from the fears that define you. I guess we’ll find out Thursday...[/color]
Samuel: And on Thursday, as the MPW turns one year old, we will start the transition of power. Year one was the reign of Iconic Aggression. Year two and beyond, will be the reign of The Night Terrors. Adam, you are just the start. When my brother is done with you Adam, Matt will be the only Steele left in the MPW. Oh, and Matt, make sure you keep a night light on when you sleep at night. You’ll never know what kind of terrors live in the dark. If your brother knows what is good for him, he won’t always be around to fight the monsters in your imagination, nor the monsters that you are looking at right now...
***From behind the camera, a loud screeching of tires is heard. The camera turns around as two headlights fill the entrance to the cemetery. An older man gets out of the car’s drivers seat, and slams the door behind him. He holds up a large flashlight, and points it at the camera...***
Old Man: What are you doing in there? The cemetery has been closed for hours...
***The cameraman turns around, and both Samuel and Clay are gone...***
Old Man: You with the camera! Do I have to call the Police? If you’re not out of there in the next two minutes, I swear to God I’m going to call the Police!
Cameraman: I'm coming sir. Uh, I was just getting some quick footage. Sorry to get you out of bed, I know it's late...
***The cameraman turns back around to the old man, and makes his way to the entrance. As he does, the old man grumbles to himself and gets back in his car. He immediately drives in reverse, backing out to the main road. As he speeds on the main road, the cameraman turns back around at the entrance to the cemetery, and all the way on the other side are two dim lights, and the faces of The Night Terrors. After a few seconds, the fog begins to rise with a gust of wind, obscuring The Night Terrors. As the wind settles, The Night Terrors and their lights are gone, nowhere to be found. The MPW camera slowly fades to black...............***
