Black Creek Page #3

We're not sure yet.

Found one up near

the crime scene.

Along with a skeleton.

I think it might

be Mary Monette.

Mary Monette?

You and Hale from the bar

used to know Mary, didn't you?

And Jimmy Winter.

(suspenseful music)

Vaguely, yeah.

Yeah, we all went to the

same school together.

I'm sorry, Sheriff, I...

I don't know anything

about those soul catchers.

I've never seen one around here.

It's almost as though

someone was tryin' to

trap something inside her.

Well.

Like I say,

if you hear of anything,

you be sure to let me know.

I'm sure we'll speak again.

Certainly if the skeleton

turns out to be Mary Monette.

[Jenna] Hey, you okay?

I'm alright.

This is where I shot my

first deer with my dad.

We marked that rock

to remember it.

I'm sorry, I didn't

mean to disturb you.

Harry and Rachel were just

kinda driving me crazy.

It's okay.

I'm glad I don't have to

be out here alone anyways.

[Harry] Mike!

That's Harry, we need

to go check it out.

What is it?

I tried to calm them down.

(moody tribal music)

This is making me hungry,

can we get some food?

There's a restaurant

nearby, come on.

(dark orchestral music)

(peaceful country music)

Today's hungry wolf special.

Prime steak with

extra red blood sauce.

Hey, Mike, go get us a

round of beers, I'm driving.

He's only joking.

No, I'm not.

You're only having two beers.

You can get wasted at the cabin.

Come on, three, at least.

And a tequila.

What can I get you, kid?

Six beers, please,

and orange juice.

Got any ID?

Yeah.

Where the hell did you

get this fake ID from?

I got this one, Eva.

You're Jack Carpenter's

son, aren't ya?

That's right.

You look just

like your old man.

Heading up to his

cabin this weekend?

Yeah, I'm going up

there one last time.

You can put the ID away.

I'll get some drinks for ya.

You kids gonna

have some fun, huh?

- Could say that.

- (chuckles) That's great.

That's great.

Do me a favor, son.

Go up to the cabin and have

yourself a real good time,

but don't wander around

too much up there.

There's been a pack

of wolves up there,

and it could be

dangerous, alright?

How much do I owe you?

Drinks are on me.

Your dad was a really

good friend of mine.

A lot of the mounts on the

wall back here came from him.

He was one hell of a hunter.

You gonna do any

hunting this weekend?

[Mike] Sort of.

You might just end up like

your old man yet. (chuckles)

You have a good one.

[Mike] Thank you.

(Lloyd sighs)

Am I dead yet?

'Cause I think I just met an

angel with one heavenly ass.

[Woman] You must

be from out of town.

Of course I'm from out

of town, don't you think

you'd remember someone this

good looking walking around?

I think I'd remember sending

your ass back to the city.

- Lloyd let's get out of here.

- Hey, come on.

Come on, I got this.

Is this city

meat bothering you?

Hey, relax.

I'm just having a friendly

chat with your daughter.

Don't worry, my

parents are loaded.

You can go check

my car out back.

That's not my

dad, that's my man.

You sure he's not both?

(thuds)

(groans)

(customers chuckle)

He had that coming.

(thuds)

(groans)

That kid's been askin' for

that, he's just a smart ass.

You call that a fight?

Hell, my grandma could

have kicked the crap

outta both of 'em.

What the f*** did

you say that for?

Did you see the guy?

It was a fair comment.

I thought you were

watching him, Harry.

I was, bruv, it's not

my fault he's a dick.

Let's just get to the cabin

before you offend any

more of the locals, god!

[Lloyd] (groans) F***

sake, man, f*** you!

(phone keypad bleeds)

(moody electronic music)

Dan.

You told me to call if

anything suspicious turned up.

Well, guess who just

walked through here.

Jack's son.

What if he starts

fishing around up there?

When we buried her up there,

you said it could

never come back on us.

Jack's dead, Dan.

And for some damn reason,

I think that thing is back.

(distant sobs and wails)

(Lorna pants and sobs)

(Todd screeches)

(glass thuds)

(dark piano music)

This always happens

to me in bars.

I mean, she could have

been his daughter.

I'll wash my face.

(knocks)

Wait, I heard knocking.

[Heather] Yeah,

I heard it too.

Do you think it's a bear?

I'm gonna go check it out.

Go be a hero.

(suspenseful atmospheric music)

[Harry] It's just a

stupid wind chime, bruv.

It's a dream catcher.

They were never here

when I was a kid.

[Harry] You said yourself,

you haven't been back here

since you were like 12?

Yeah, I don't remember Dad

being into dream catchers.

I guess there are things we

didn't know about him after all.

[Harry] Come on, stop

messing around, Mike.

Let's load up the firewood.

You guys are having a bonfire?

So, has anyone got any

stories from around here?

Did your dad ever tell you

about the Jimmy murders, Mike?

No, everybody knows about

those stories around here.

He must have been

around the same age

as Jimmy Winter

when it happened.

What were the Jimmy murders?

I watched this TV documentary,

a teen went off his head,

killed a load of locals.

One of his best friends, Mary

Monette, was never found.

But Jimmy Winter was found dead.

Suspected suicide.

Although conspiracy theorists

believe it was a coverup,

Jimmy Winter seemed

to have no motive,

and seemed totally happy

with his girlfriend.

So, come on, why'd you

stop coming out here, Mike?

Did you and your dad have

a fight or something?

[Mike] No, it's

nothing like that.

[Rachel] Come on, Heather.

You have to know why he

stopped coming out here.

I don't, Mike never really

talks about this place.

[Harry] You can tell us, man.

Just got scared one night.

Scared?

Did you think you saw one of

those Indian spirits out here?

Or maybe even the

ghost of Jimmy Winter.

F*** off, dude.

What were you

really scared of?

- It's stupid.

- Come on, man.

You've gotta tell us now.

(dark percussive music)

I was up in that deer

stand with my dad one night.

I was awake and he was asleep.

I was looking out

into the forest,

and I saw this figure

standing there.

It has these glowing eyes and

seemed to look right at me.

I woke up my dad and when

he looked, it was gone.

He said it was nothing,

just an animal,

but I had never seen an animal

with eyes like that before.

When we got back to the cabin,

he tucked me in,

told me not to worry.

Indian magic

protected the cabin,

and no monster could get in.

That night, I woke up to

a knocking at the window.

When I looked up, I saw it.

It was those eyes again.

My dad came in, tried

to calm me down.

That morning as we were leaving,

we noticed some footprints on

the way to my bedroom window.

My dad never asked

me to come back,

and I never asked to join him.

So, you're saying that

thing might still be out here,

and it might still

have your scent?

No, of course not.

The Wisconsin Skinwalker isn't

real, and the Jimmy murders

happened way before

any of us were born.

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