13 Score

Aiden, are you ready?

Hold on, let me get my stuff together.

Make sure you have everything.

Okay, mom.

All right, leave the gear here. We'll head down to the storyteller

and come back and get the gear for the investigation.

I'm so over this. Why do you bring us here every year?

And it's so damp and chilly down by the lake. My damned goosebumps have goosebumps.

Come on, we've been doing this every year since we've started the MPS.

It's our Halloween tradition.

Welcome to the Ghost Lake Haunted History tour. My name is Steve,

and I'll be your guide tonight.

But be prepared for the unexpected.

And the unexplainable.

13 score, or 260 years ago,

A great tragedy occurred on this very accursed spot.

Prior to the French and Indian War, this area used to be a rendezvous point.

Twice a year, fur trappers and traders would meet and exchange goods.

But on one particular autumn evening,

a brisk evening much like this one, things went awry.

The trappers were trying to make rendezvous before sunset.

As the last of the sun fell below the horizon,

the trappers made it to the encampment, only to find something amiss.

All was still, and the camp was silent. Except for the crackling of the fire.

When they arrived, the camp was deserted,

but there was evidence that it had been inhabited only a few hours ago.

Not a soul was present, with only the fire to tell its tale.

And that tale, being a pot of overcooked beans.

Having walked all day with empty stomachs,

even a pot of overcooked beans looked inviting.

What happened next was nearly unspeakable.

The trappers were in a state of shock at the thought of such brutality from

the very men they broke bread with yearly.

On regain of their senses, they desperately fought for their lives,

but the savage surprise unleashed by the traders was too much to overcome.

The tired group of trappers were extinguished, but not before one of them,

in a defiant act, plunged his knife into the eye of his attacker.

That attacker was the leader of the traders' little bunch: one Beauregard the Red.

After feasting on the flesh of the trappers,

the traders, intoxicated with blood lust, turned on each other,

and with a primal rage almost to a man, they wiped one another out.

There was, however, one survivor left to tell the tale.

As he wandered through what remained of the night's carnage,

he was both confused and bewildered, only recalling glimpses of what transpired.

Thanks to that poor repentant soul, we know the dreadful actions

that occurred on this site some 13 score ago.

Do you have everything you need? Money?

Yeah.

Cell phone?

Yeah.

Notebook?

Yeah.

Did you bring protection? I mean this Karen seems like a nice girl,

but you never know these days.

Oh mom.

Relax, tiger, I was just making sure you were paying attention.

The way you were staring into space out that window, I wasn't too sure.

Hilarious.

What about your pen?

It was right on the kitchen counter just where you left it.

Thanks mom.

You are just like your father, God rest his soul. Did I ever tell you about our first date?

Something about a car accident?

Well it wasn't a crash so much, but it's what it did to your father was amazing.

I knew Tim had a crush on me for the longest time.

He wanted to take me to a movie for my 17th birthday.

The only problem was, he was a couple months younger than I was,

and the theater wouldn't sell him a ticket to an R-rated movie.

He was so flustered when he was leaving the theater that he tripped,

fell into a door, and nearly broke his nose.

If the first date went so well, why go on a second?

Well let me finish.

So we were on the way home, and he was so nervous and embarrassed,

and I was telling him everything was okay and not paying attention to the road,

and I hit the car in front of me.

And that's the wreck?

Well it was a minor fender bender. Wasn't too bad. No one got hurt.

But in that moment, it changed your father.

He was standing on the side of the road looking at the damage to both cars,

and he just took control. He talked to the other driver,

he gave a police report, he really calmed me down. Lord knows I was hysterical.

He took care of the tow truck, he just completely took control of the situation.

He knew exactly what I needed, and he was there for me.

Look, I - I know you're nervous on your first date with Karen,

but you are your father's son. You'll do fine.

There she is. Your first date. You're gonna remember this night for the rest of your life.

Call me if you need anything.

Hey if there's a second date, do you think I could borrow the car?

Well let's not get your hopes up, but we'll see. So go have fun,

and make sure you call me if you're gonna be in after midnight.

Will do.

Hi I -

Two tickets, 40 bucks.

I'm - I'm with Scare-O-Rama dot com, I'm -

Never heard of it, 40 bucks.

-I spoke with Jack, he said there'd be two guest passes - -Never heard of him. 40 bucks.

But I'm writing an article about the haunt.

Oh I see. Well in that case. 40 bucks.

But we shouldn't have to pay.

Next.

Hold on.

It's okay. I have some money if we need it.

20 bucks.

All right, Henry? You get the gear. Jennifer and I will go get the tickets.

No problem.

-You got it? -Yeah, thank you.

Mm-hm.

-Henry, Katie, go get the equipment. -I know,

they're always running off like a couple of teenagers and all.

You all right with that?

I got it, babe, I got it. And I know you hate coming here and all, and -

Hey, don't say that, this is where we met.

That is right, that is right.

Although I do have a bad feeling about tonight.

What - what - what is it? What is it? I mean, cause I'm feeling something too,

and - and you know, it's - it's really getting to me,

and - and I got all these things going through my head, and - and I -

Henry, I just think it's gonna rain.

Ladies and gentlemen. welcome to the Ghost Lake Wrestleplex.

The challengers of tonight's main event. They don't know where they came from,

and they can't remember how they got here tonight.

But operating in the red corner, the brightest stars on the Vegas strip:

Big Papa Gator, leader of the hardcore corps:

Beast, and master dark, JB Destiny!

Henry, are you sure you can get a signal? My phone gets like zero reception out here.

It's all the ore in those hills. We're good though.

The amp on my laptop can pick up a signal through a phase three meltdown in Japan.

Okay, you're on.

This is Miles Dragovich, with a full report from Ghost Lake. The time is 10:30,

very close to the witching hour on October 31.

This investigation is now open and is being recorded. It was near this site,

260 years ago, that the lakeside massacre occurred.

We are here to capture every insane, unexpected,

unprecedented, wild, and paranormal detail.

-He wants to go first. -No, no, no. -All right.

-Yeah. -All right, ready? -One, two, three

Stay down! Don't get up! Don't get back in here!

The countdown has begun. And so has our coverage. Stick around.

-Okay, where the fuck is Jennifer? -Cut.

Really? You're gonna tell me to cut after I've already left the scene?

Where the hell is Jennifer?

Bathroom?

-Our biggest night, and she's gotta go. -You looked great, by the way.

Oh yeah?

Definitely. Tonight is great for all of us. You especially.

I was pretty good. She probably just had to-

Colonel Joe. Isn't that the guy Jennifer had a thing with?

That was before we ever met. She and Colonel Creeper went out a couple times,

but he was too weird for her, even.

Too weird for Jennifer. That's pretty damn weird.

Whatever it was, it freaked her out kinda bad. Some kind of occult thing, I think.

She doesn't like to talk about it. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

Say no more, say no more. My lips are sealed.

Jennifer! Get back over here. This is a big night, and we are streaming live.

Forget about that freak show!

What the hell are you doing?

What the hell are you doing, kid? What's that crap you're putting up your nose?

Dude, chill. It's just bath salts. Totally legal. See?

Cute. You know, this stuff is not for human consumption, especially for a minor.

Your parents should be so proud. Where'd you get this crap anyway?

Who sold it to you? Was it one of these carnies?

No. I got it at the gas station on the corner. The one that says "tobacco supply sold here."

Well I'll take care of them later. I'll tell you what: empty your pockets, let's go.

What for? Ain't no doughnuts in there.

That's funny. Why? Because a policeman just asked you to empty your pockets.

This is bullshit.

Yeah well, if you have a problem with it,

feel free to have your parents file a complaint with the department.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Now go on and get outta here. And go home.

And don't let me every catch you doing this stuff again!

Which is why tonight is the night that the scourge will once again

walk among the living after 13 score.

Be gone with you, stay out of the night, and you might yet live to see the morning.

Do not forget to stop by the souvenir stand by the exit.

There you will buy the ladies a charm chipped from the bedrock of sanity to enhance

their personal protection. This will keep the spirits from attaching to their essence.

You must not let them become consumed by the damned.

Look, I know what you're going to say, but I'm allowed to be here.

I'm wearing my leash just like a good little girl.

You know, you and I are really not so different, detective.

We are like pieces on the same chessboard.

You try to explain evil after it has occurred, whilst I choose to warn the innocent beforehand.

Save it for the paying customers.

Just be careful.

There's something in the air tonight that just seems off.

Uh, I don't know what it is, but it's like a storm's coming in.

I know, I can feel it too. There's an energy in the atmosphere tonight, but

I'm afraid that's no storm coming.

Look, you and I didn't exactly get off on the right foot.

Why don't you stop back here after closing time

and you and I could get better acquainted?

Are you propositioning a cop?

Propositioning? Oh hell no. That is definitely not my thing.

Look, I might have to fake having psychic powers, but I'm not about to fake an orgasm.

You don't meet a lot of nice guys in my business.

You're like the first guy I've seen in a year who isn't wearing a ring,

isn't bad looking, and isn't like looking to give me some kind of crotch rots.

Hun, I just wanna get laid.

So what do you say? Willing to help out a lady in need? As you know, I can see your future,