Black Creek

(skateboard rolling)

(eerie theme)

(fantasy theme)

(moody electronic music)

[Narrator] As children,

we are told stories

of monsters under the bed,

in the walls,

trees,

and inside of people.

But sometimes the monsters we

create aren't just stories.

This is my warning.

An early group of

settlers were attacked

at a camp one night.

Only one survived.

He said a large skeleton-like

figure came for them at night,

dressed in the hides of men.

They tried to shoot it.

Cut it.

Burn it.

(gun fires)

But nothing could stop it.

It simply vanished

into the forest.

- (distant scream)

- What was that?

Sure it's just a jay.

It didn't sound like a jay.

Wait here, I'll be right back.

Take this.

- What if it's a bear?

- They're hibernating, buddy.

Wolves aren't.

No wolf is coming, Peter.

Adam, I picked

up a stag trail.

Adam?

(moody electronic music)

Please.

Help me.

What happened to you?

A man, he took me from school.

I don't know, he's out

here somewhere still.

You're gonna be okay.

Peter!

(ominous tones)

Peter!

(Peter gasps)

(ominous tones)

The other men who had

all seen it and died

had stakes impaled

into their eyes.

(music swells)

(sharp thud)

People say the Wisconsin

Skinwalker passes on

to the last person it kills,

and now forever walks among

the settlers who took the land.

Our forefathers.

(ominous tones)

Somebody.

Please!

Help me!

Please!

(twig snaps)

Who's there?

Adam.

Help me!

Don't worry, Peter, it's me.

Adam.

What are you doing?

Please!

Stop!

(gun fires)

Thank you, Mike.

Maria, would you like

to give your talk on

our forefathers next?

(bell rings)

[Girl] I really liked

your story in class today.

Where'd you hear it from?

I used to go to my

dad's old hunting cabin.

He would tell me stories

like that all the time.

I'm sorry, I heard

about the accident.

Things must be hard at home.

Well, I was wondering if you

wanted to hang out sometime?

I have this story in English

class I really need to work on.

- What's it about?

- Jenna.

What're you doing

with this weirdo?

God, I heard the freak's got

actual Indian blood in him.

Leave him alone.

Shouldn't you be at a meeting

with your parole officer?

Hey!

You better watch

your freak boy,

otherwise he might have a

worse accident than his dad.

[Girl] Hey, don't

worry about them.

Whatever, they're d*cks.

Well, do you wanna hang

out after school sometime?

[Mike] Yeah.

I'd like that.

[Friend] Come on, Jenna,

we're gonna be late.

(lively heavy metal music)

[Girl] Mike, turn

your music down!

[Mike] Why?

Because it's sh*t.

I'm trying to drown out yours.

It's not funny, Mike,

you're gonna wake up Mom.

Your wining couldn't

even wake her up

after the pills she's on.

(phone rings)

Hey, what's up?

Gettin' high and watching

serial killer documentaries.

You're so messed up.

Jeffrey Dahmer, he would

have been one f***ed up

contestant in Hell's Kitchen.

And he's from

Wisconsin too, man.

[Mike] Probably

went to our school.

Anyway, what're you doing?

Just wondering who's having

the biggest mental

breakdown in this house.

Oh, your mom

still going psycho?

[Mike] Nah, she doesn't

even know I'm on probation.

Doesn't she have

to like sign things?

Dude, she might as well

be as high as you right now.

Anyways, my tag

comes off tomorrow.

Wanna hang out after school?

Bro, as soon as that tag

comes off, we're going.

(door opens)

Mom, you're supposed to knock!

(dark orchestral music)

[Deputy] What're

you thinking, Sheriff?

[Sheriff] There

goes my weekend.

These injuries are consistent

with the Jimmy Winter murders.

I thought that

case was closed out.

[Sheriff] No, it's not.

They never found the

body of that Mary girl.

Think we should

go public with it?

Could be a copycat killing.

I don't wanna give whoever's

doing this any undue publicity

or attention right now.

Those murders have done

enough damage around here.

This is definitely

that Cathy White girl

that disappeared

a few weeks ago.

Boys must have

stumbled across her

being murdered or something.

Where's the other boy?

I thought there was

two of them out here.

Hopefully somewhere nearby.

Get onto State Patrol, get me

a full search team out here.

Okay. 10-4.

Whatever happened to you

out here, Mary Monette?

(ominous tones swell)

I know your folks are

rich and everything,

but how did they afford

a house like this?

Probably because of

what happened here.

Stop messing around, dude.

No, seriously.

A man murdered his cheating

wife in this very pool.

He watched them making out from

behind that very waterfall.

Just letting the hate

build inside him.

Then he pounced out on

them with the very knife

he used to cut their

wedding cake with.

The police found their

dismembered bodies

floating in the bloody pool.

The motor had stopped

working, though,

because the intestines

got all caught up in it.

What happened to him?

He bled to death

in his own bath.

Some people around here say,

you can still see his

shadow peering out,

from behind that very waterfall.

(ominous tones)

(girl screams)

You guys, help me!

Mike, do something.

Relax, relax, relax,

it's just Lloyd!

Lloyd!

What're you doing?

[Lloyd] Scaring

the sh*t outta you.

(laughs)

[Mike] Wait, Jenna!

Jenna, come back.

Mike!

You found it funny.

- Mike?

- Grow up, dude.

(siren wails)

These racists because I'm

driving a girl car and I'm

a Pilipino, he probably

thinks I have drugs!

F***in' hillbilly town, they're

f***in' just racist as sh*t.

When he comes over I'm

gonna be like, "look, b*tch,

"you better back off 'cause

I didn't do sh*t wrong."

Hello, officer.

[Sheriff] That's Sheriff

to you, not officer.

Oh sorry, Sheriff.

Driving a little

fast, weren't we?

We've got a lot of

accidents around here.

[Driver] Of course, we

weren't speeding, were we?

Pop the trunk

for me please, sir.

- Yes, sir.

- Step out of the car.

Show me your license.

We have a kid gone

missing in the woods,

doing some routine stops.

Okay, well uh, I can assure

you I wouldn't put a dead body

in the trunk with my girlfriend

in the car. (chuckles)

That would be weird.

We get all sorts around here,

sir, where are you headed?

Oh, we're just

heading to Illinois.

Through the woods?

Highway's that way.

We thought we'd

take the scenic route.

Be careful, son.

We had a couple like you

round here last year,

who drove too fast, skidded

off the road, hit a tree.

By the time we found them, well,

the wolves hadn't left

much for us to examine.

Have a nice day.

Thanks, Sheriff, you too.

I told him off, baby, I

was like, "little b*tch."

Huh?

- You didn't.

- I did, I told him off.

(eerie electronic music)

(distorted radio chatter)

- Sheriff Wanner?

- Go ahead, Williams.

Nothing out here

except city kids

looking for a highway to sex.

[Williams] I think we

have an ID on the dead male.

Looks like he's Paul Jones.

Well, that's something.

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