Fear Street: 1666

- - You saw the witch and you survived.

Maybe that can help us.

This was July 12th, 1978.

The first day of camp.

Shadyside!

A week later...

- my sister was dead. -

Only Cindy Berman would expect to clean the outhouse and not get dirty.

Tommy!

- Who are you? - Nick Goode. Nice to meet you.

Deep down, you feel it, don't you?

Shadyside, there's something cursing us.

Bad things always happen to Shadysiders.

The witch is real.

And she's possessing people!

- Tommy Slater! -

Every name on that rock!

Mary... she tried to kill him.

We have to find a way out.

Sarah Fier's lost hand.

"The curse will last

until body and hand unite."

We can save Shadyside.

We have to bury this thing...

right fucking now.

Dig!

- Where is she? The body? - I don't know.

I told everyone the story.

The curse, it's... it's real.

No one believed me.

We know where the body is, so all we need is the hand.

Is it still buried under the Hanging Tree?

Sarah!

Sarah Fier!

Sarah!

Sarah!

There's one more. It's breeched.

Hold her still.

I feel it. It's fighting to get out.

Tough little bastard.

I said hold her!

Sorry!

Quiet, you beast.

We're going to lose her. We're going to lose both.

No, we aren't.

Don't go wobbly on me now, Henry.

- On three, all right? - All right.

One...

two...

three.

- -

Seven piglets. And not a stillborn among them.

You have a gift, Sarah.

It's luck is all.

Luck and a very sharp knife.

This wicked one is going to Solomon.

- He's lucky to have a friend like you. - Father...

What? He's struggled so.

First his child, then his wife. He needs someone to take care of him.

Someone strong and capable.

I'm not marrying Solomon bloody Goode, if that's what you're driving at.

I worry about you. Is it so wrong for a father to wish his daughter to wed?

And leave you alone to eat up all the bacon?

Not likely.

- -

A full moon rises before nightfall.

Good night to enjoy the fruits of the land.

Alderman Goode. - Sarah.

A full moon rises before nightfall.

A good night to enjoy the fruits of the land.

Try to clean yourself up before then.

Oh, but I see you. I've got eyes in the back of my head!

- -

- Don't be a brat, Constance! - Don't be a shrew, Abigail!

Sarah!

A full moon rises before nightfall.

Good night to enjoy fruits of the land.

I'm coming too!

No, you're not.

Then I'm telling Mother.

You tell Mother and I'll cut your braids off your head.

Don't be getting us into trouble. You know what Mother will do.

A full moon rises before nightfall.

Holy Hannah Miller? Don't tell me you're going.

Oh, I'm going.

In fact, I'm going with Lizzie before to get berries from the widow.

What?

Hannah, it's one thing for Lizzie to trade with that hag.

It's another for the pastor's daughter.

Aren't you even a little curious?

I'll only go if you go.

Please?

Girl, what's taking so long? I need help with...

Get inside.

- -

I can see a secret about you, girl.

And a good day to you, Thomas.

Don't you want to hear it,

pretty girl?

Good girl.

I can see everything.

I see all the dark secrets in Union.

You must be busy.

I see the darkness in you, girl!

Be still, Thomas!

Beware, Sarah Fier.

Solomon!

Sarah.

This is madness, Sarah.

It's too much. I can't accept it.

Just think of it as my dowry.

We're practically married. Haven't you heard?

Well, in that case, tell your father this isn't nearly worth it.

- But thank you, truly. Of course.

Shadows fall on us all now and then.

My, uh...

My brother wants me to give up.

Move back to the settlement.

He says the Goode family are not farmers.

But these lands, they are fertile. I know it.

We'll have a healthy crop yet.

The sun will shine on us.

You ought to rest some.

You look like death.

Sarah Fier, flattering as ever.

Well, I'm going to lose light.

I should go.

Full moon rises before nightfall.

Nothing good comes from those woods after sundown.

You sound like my father.

So you're going?

Going where?

Henry!

Shouldn't you be sleeping?

Shouldn't you be sleeping? Father wouldn't approve.

Then don't tell him.

The berries make you see the world beyond our own. Just one bite.

What does an old lady need with that?

She's not just an old lady.

The widow's 1,000 years old.

She drinks the blood of virgins to keep her youth.

You're safe then.

She sacrificed her husband to become the Devil's bride.

That's how she gained eternal life.

Well, I heard she kept the company of the natives,

and that she even fell in love with one.

That's why she was exiled.

She learned their medicine too. Solomon told me.

He took his wife to her after they lost their child,

but it was too late.

Are you sure this is the right way? How do you know where we're going?

I've been there before. Remember when Abigail had her ring of fire?

She was scratching like a dog during Father's sermon.

Mother told me she'd lain with a demon.

The Devil's gift.

More like Mad Thomas's gift.

Well, whoever she lay with, Abbi made me go to the widow with her.

- And the widow fixed her with witchcraft? - Yes, witchcraft.

And some foul-smelling paste made for whores like Abbi Berman.

Are we sure about this?

Widow Mary?

Widow Mary?

- -

She's not here.

Find the berries.

Abbadon...

Azazel...

Beelzebub...

Moloch.

Satan.

Don't.

Widow...

The veil has grown thin with the turn of the moon.

And with it,

the Morning Star rises.

Beware the Devil. He lives in that book.

He calls to you from it.

He senses you now.

And if you're not careful,

he'll bore himself beneath your skin