Night of the Demon

How long will he be unconscious?

He'll be waking up soon.

We've had him under sedation.

It was my advice.

It was an extreme shock when your men brought him in.

Shock and pain.

His face is horribly mutilated.

Most of the skin has been burned away.

Hmm.

You said on the phone that he'd be able to talk today.

I would like to ask him some questions.

- Oh, he'll be quite able to answer your questions.

However, Dr. Paxton and I aren't sure you'll

be able to make much sense out of what he has to say.

Did he say anything

about the five students that are missing?

Yes, a great deal.

That's an improvement.

He was incoherent when he was found in the forest.

Well, he's not incoherent now.

He's telling us the same story over and over again,

and he's thoroughly convinced

that he's telling us the truth.

Ow.

Professor nugent.

Professor nugent.

Dr. Harris?

- Inspector slack from the sheriff's department is here.

He has some questions he'd like to ask you.

He'd like to know what happened to you and your students.

Oh, yes.

I want to tell him.

I want to tell everyone what's going on in that forest.

Inspector, those stories, those horror stories

you heard about in the forest?

They're true.

They're all true.

There is a demon, a creature.

- Perhaps it would be in everyone's best interest,

professor, if you were to begin

at the beginning of your story.

Oh, yes.

Inspector, do you remember reading

about that fisherman that was brutally

murdered not too long ago?

Yes.

His daughter came to my anthropology class

at the university.

She wanted to join our field trip, which was heading out

into the forest to find evidence of where

the creature was sighted.

She had hoped to find out what happened to her father.

His body was found horribly mutilated.

Apparently he had set up camp and wanted to go fishing.

Okay, class.

Pay attention now.

Officials found a camera with this film in it

but no trace of the people.

What happened to the people?

- Well, if it was a bear, it sure didn't move like one.

Was this the same area?

I remember that.

About three years ago they found tracks, footprints

by the camera.

That's right, but they never found the people.

- But then didn't they decide that was a hoax.

Officially, yes.

Except that this is now being called a hoax.

Hey, why don't you pass these back.

Same area, circumstances nearly identical.

But what do we do with the evidence?

Carla, I know it's been a trial.

Do you feel like talking about it?

Good.

Class, this is Carla Thomas.

She has a special interest in our project,

and I think you may see why we have

a chance of finding something.

So what's this now?

He was my father.

Dr. Nugent came to talk to me after he heard about it,

because apparently there have been a number

of similar things

but somehow all turn out to be fakes

of fanatic's imaginations.

Well, that footprint in the newspaper

was taken by a deputy, except the negative is now lost.

And I sat right at the hearing and listened

to the same deputy

deny there was ever such a thing.

Other killings have taken place in the same area

where my father was killed.

Ayoung girl saw her boyfriend brutally murdered.

They were in a Van parked on an isolated road.

Hi honey.

The meatloaf is in the refrigerator.

I finally put it away.

It's probably still warm though if you want some.

- Had a bite with the kids. - Mm, mm.

You did, huh?

I didn't intend to stay this late,

but we had a change of plans.

- You're not going. - There'll just

be a few of us.

The college withdrew there sanctions so we're

going to have to go on our own.

Well, maybe you shouldn't go at all.

After all our preparation?

- Well, maybe you're getting involved in something

you don't know anything about.

You know, what's her name? Carla's father and all that?

Right.

It's strictly to see those footprints,

because if they exist, it's important to know now.

Some creature surviving up in the forest,

he won't be much longer.

Some asshole's gonna kill him.

You know that.

Are you sure it's not just an excuse

to be alone in the woods

with some student femme fatale?

A student femme fatale?

That would be more of an anthropological

find than bigfoot.

- Well, I know this doesn't sound very scientific,

but somehow it bothers me.

I've had bad feelings about this all day.

Bad feelings?

Where?

- Show me. - Stop.

It's an old home remedy.

Good for temporary relief of-oh, the instant relief.

This is it.

I remember this part of the river.

It was only a few miles back in there

where my father was killed.

Well, we're only about another 20 minutes

from the town.

There.

There's a dock.

That must be Lou Carlson's.

There's someone in there.

How do you know?

I saw him.

Are you sure?

Oh.

Are you all right in there, Mr. Carlson?

What do you want?

Are you Lou Carlson?

I'm professor nugent.

These are some of my students and friends.

Oh?

Could we talk for a few minutes?

Well, I wish I had more time.

Well, no, it would just take a few minutes.

I mean, we could make it at your convenience.

I'm going to go hunting right now.

What do we do now?

You think he's the one

who sent Dr. Clifford those news clippings?

I don't know.

But he's our only good contact.

We have to talk to him.

He sure wasn't planning to go hunting.

He wasn't carrying any supplies, nothing, only the gun.

You know, it's funny his attitude

changed so much after writing all those letters.

Hey, we might as well set up camp here.

He's got to come back tonight.

- What time is it? - Almost five.

He can't be gone much longer.

The sun'ii be down.

- Now, according to his letters, the location of the site

is about 13 miles east of here.

No roads leading in at all.

And remember, he did mention that someone

else looked back in there.

I think there's someone in there.

Typical.

We stand here like a bunch of idiots.

He probably crawled in the back window hours ago.

Yeah.

Who wants to dance?

- You promised to cook and scrub if we let you come.

I lied.

After the dishes are done.

- Oh, all right. - Hi, Mr. Carlson.

Any luck?

Nope.

Hope you don't mind our camping here,

but I thought the forest wouldn't

be such a good idea since we're not familiar with the area.

I'll make sure to clean up real good in the morning.

Yeah, personally.

Would you like some scrambled eggs or something?

No, thanks.

How long do you plan to be here?

You know, Mr. Carlson, your letter

is one of the major factors that brought us here.

Now, it's plain you're not very enthusiastic about it,