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The Beasts of Dough to your mind, you have a true of blood like the coosuit to leave the high You keep screaming for how and what answer?

Just a busy si Jones?

Is it fas.

When you.

Could?

There be a killer inside?

The truth has been locked up inside me, which brings me to the next rule.

Just because we don't remember it doesn't mean it didn't happen, Julian.

After what Deacon and Thomas Hadley did to Dana and finishing what they did to you in the library, what they spent their whole lives doing to any kids who were smaller, were different than them, I couldn't let those spoils shiit ads get away with it anymore.

It had gone too far.

It was time they got theirs, you know, it was time for revenge.

Hey, Tommy, where's your rakery?

Brother?

What the fuck did you just say?

Calm down, many chill you think I don't know what you and your brother did to Dina?

Mm hm what don't worry, mante, It's all right.

We ain't gonna tell.

We just want to give the Hadley brothers a taste of their own medicine.

Fuck you you know?

Fuck me?

Hold on that, Tommy, hold on.

Like I said, I talked to Dina and uh, she agreed, she ain't gonna tell nobody.

We just wanted to scare them.

So so, what what do you want out of it?

Well, me and Dana were like a an arrangement, so speak mutual benefici.

What are you talking about?

All right?

So truth is she likes Deacon and she likes you too.

She told me said, you can do it with her again if you want.

But that shit ain't free, son You want that, you gotta pay, and you gotta pay me.

It was my idea, lure them down in the caves, get them lost, and watch them fall apart like the cowards we knew they were.

I had that Sony DV handicam and we were gonna make them ship their pants and videotapeic get footage of them crying and freaking out, and then just blast that shit all over the web.

You so you're so full of shit mad?

Maybe maybe not?

Look at you looking around.

You don't got to believe me, Tommy, But I know what I'll be doing Friday night out by the caves.

Do you anyway?

Think it over?

Get back with me?

Think it over.

I'd made up that story about Tina.

She didn't know anything about it.

I felt real bad about using her as bait more than a prank, sure, but lesson murder.

What the what the fuck?

How far back do we gotta go?

Where is she?

Dude?

I told you there's a spot right up here.

No one knows about it as part of the cave, and you can't tell no one neither.

Right this better and be fucking legit, Tyler.

You want your money back, huh?

Or you want to get late.

I'm going first.

It's only fair.

I had the only flashlight.

I just needed them to follow me in deep enough so the when I cut the flashlight out, they would be lost in complete darkness.

Fuck, I can't see shit all right?

Way up man, moving too fast?

Bring the light back?

I managed to get about twenty feet ahead of them to where the last term was and I cut.

Off the light.

What the fuck I can't see ibut you with that light, Taylor.

If you don't get the fuck back here, I'm going to fuck you up.

It worked.

Oh they were lost, lost in the caves and near pitched black.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

That way I hit say it, I don't know it.

It didn't take long for the claustrophobia to said the threat slowed, wavered more of some confusion.

Rage gave way to panic, Panic gave way to tears, and then the tears became he became screams echoing through the caves and my nightmares.

I've been haunted by Thomas and dickon a Hadley screams ever since I woke up the next day, Saturday, May nineteen, I couldn't remember anything about the night before, remember anything about the prank.

I woke up in my bed, still in my clothes, which were drenched, my boots still on beneath the sheets, cakes with fresh earth.

You were passed out on the floor next to me.

I could barely sit up, barely stand up.

My lower back was so stiff and sore.

My legs were shaking and my head was pounding.

And Finch, we didn't even know where hell he Finch was.

Nobody did not even Dina any of this coming back to you, Julian, and he showered off from my place and hot tailed her back home.

After that, your dad was just about fit to kill you.

He always hated me, old Paul Sawace.

He'd already decided long before than anything bad that never happened was well entirely my fault.

I barely made it to graduation that day, and I saw you through the crowd, and I wanted to talk to you and start walking up with your father.

They're just stared me down, so I knew to keep my distance.

And you, you were changed, like soul had already taken off, far away away from Pottsville, away from Manawah County and it's people, it's monsters and the fog of evil that hung all over it.

And you had made your mind to get out, but you wanted to go to the caves one last time.

I wanted to go back to although I didn't know why.

My mind was still a blank.

Today we found their bodies.

They found Finish a couple hours after that, out in the woods not far from the caves, emaciated, hypothermic, couldn't speak, and finally dead, he claimed, I couldn't remember anything, just a missing chunk avoided time.

As the years went by, the dreams became more vivid, and it didn't always happen at night either.

I began losing time in the middle of the day.

At first, it was just that, just missing gaps of time I'd come to in a place I had no recollection of going to, in the middle of doing things I had made no conscious decision to do.

And after a while it was in those moments, the missing ones, that I began to remember.

It started with the whispers, voices, and the white noise and static of everyday backgrounds.

Then the vision started coming out to play flashes.

At first, the hadleys, their scowls, finches, face all lit up while we made the plan.

And you, Julie, you, I saw you a lot.

And then the images began moving little picture shows.

One by one, The memory of that night pieced itself back together until I could remember it as a whole, clear as belt, like it had happened only moments before.

It was a recording being played for me in my brain.

All those missing gaps started filling themselves in.

I wasn't sure if I was going fucking crazy or what.

It was only a couple of years later, when I was moving out of my mom's house that I found the plan.

We had made, the plot for revenge on Thomas and Deacon, and the physical map.

We had made a map of the caves, positions staked out inside the caves, and X on the map up at the third turn where we're planned to cut the flashlight out.

Beside it.

I'd ridden the point of darkness.

Then the nightmares became worse.

I'd see visions of the caves, bones of small family piled high in a dark corner somewhere, a boy taking his own life in there, A man and a woman making love against the rocks, only for him to slip and fall moments later, the contents of his head spilling out against the cave floor.

I'd be laying in bed at night and opened my eyes to find the Hadley brothers standing over me.

The young bodies.

Sure fine.

The images of my mind began spilling over into the physical world, manifesting as material objects.

The night before I went to visit bench on Death Road.

They had been stalking around my bedroom again.

The spirits of Deacon and Thomas had liver were.

Stalking me.

I was laying in bed, my eyes squeeze shut as tied as I can get them.

But I knew they were still there.

I knew it.

I could smell them like ammonia, like back guano and dirt and algie on wet rocks.

Deacon headly leaned over me so close.

I can feel his necklace.

You know, the fucking one.

He always used to wear the fucking cross on a silver chain.

He wore it every day.

I could feel it, danklyn it gainst my chest.

He whoke me up, and I remember screaming, pushing his cold ponting away from me.

Get away.

You didn't do that for a very long time.

About that.

You never know if you need any help finding.

ANYTHI I'm all good, thanks, just grabbing a couple of bags of furtiluzer.

When Jimmy Fincher broke into my place, it must have scared them off, because when I opened my eyes, Thomas and Deacon were gone, but Dickon's necklace was dangling in my clutch fist.

I stashed the necklace in the bathroom medicine cabinet for safe keep him before dealing with Jimmy or finnim Off.

Rather, but that necklace Julian Deacon was wearing.

He was wearing it when we lured him into the caves.

I know he was.

He wore it every damn day.

But by the time they found the bodies, that necklace was nowhere to be found.

The caves took it and then they gave it to me.

It's still there in my medicine cabinet.

You'll find it.

Go look.

You need yeah, uh, would you mind grabbing me one of those little propane canisters too?

That alre.

You ever make a bomb, Julian, don't need much to do it, You just need to know all the proper measurements.

Yeah, all right, where were we?

Right?

We never hung out again after that did with Julian.

That was the end of our boyhood.

I remember the last time I saw you before you fled Manhawah County.

It was in the sheriff station.

I was sitting on the bench in the hallway with my mother, waiting to be interrogated by Hooper, and you were in the conference room already I remember watching you through the glass and Sheriff Hooper looming over you.

He's leaning in, almost whispering in your ear.

I always wondered what he was saying to you, that look on his face, the look he always has about everything urgent.

My gaze was broken when your father just suddenly stormed past me.

The air suddenly charged, like the instant before a fight happens.

I remember him stomping into the bullpen, where's he?

Where's my son?

Then seeing you in the conference room with Hooper, he stomped over and just pounded on the door, shaking the glass.

Even if Hooper was the king shit Sheriff of Manawac County, he knew better than to come between Paul Solace and his boy.

Damn right.

And that's when it happened, isn't it, Julian.

Your father made you do it, didn't He didn't.

He He knew it was wrong.

He knew Finch would get eaten alive by this racist shithole of a town.

But he had no other choice.

H hold it was adder lose his son.

You were the only family he had left.

He knew if you didn't throw your poor strange, misunderstood friend Finch under the bus that you would be charged along with him.

So he threatened you didn't he his face all red, his thick hands on the back of your neck, fingers shoved, and your face spittled from his wet lips.

See them with rage, but mostly just like everyone else in man in Wak County, I could see he was just so fucking terrified, and he knew the only way to save you, Julian, was to make you testify against James Ventcher.

And you hated him for it.

Oh boy, did you hate him for it.

Because if you didn't hate him enough already, now you loathe him even more.

And if you lacked the courage to leave Manawah County before, if you lacked that courage, shit.

Not no more.

Your daddy, Paul, he drove you away.

Huh, lucky you.

I kept thinking about finching, how he didn't have anyone like that, no one to storm in and rescue him, no father to save him from himself.

But you ran, Yeah, you ran, ran from the fog and the ghosts of Manwak County and ran for your life, or at least with the hope of manufacturing a new one.

Things quieted down After that you went away, Fince got locked up, life went on.

But now you've come back fourteen fucking years later.

The caves let you go, but they were never gonna let you stay gone never, And me I stayed here this whole time, suspended in the fog.

Sometimes it feels like I went to sleep that.

Day and just never woke up.

When this ain't a dream, Highness, sleep not yet.

You have one message, hey manas Julian listen, I'm taking you up on your offer to let me stay at your place for a few The motel ain't exactly working out.

If it's cool, I'm actually heading over there now.

Probably best for us a talk in person anyway.

Well, you're a little late, Julian.

You are welcome to stay at my place, but I don't think I'm gonna be much company.

You know.

It's taken me years, but eventually I realized that there was another presence in there with us that day in the caves.

It's the same one that's coming.

For me now.

And he can hear us, he can hear our thoughts, he can hear me right now, and he knows I'm talking to you.

He's close now, and this time I set up a little trap, and now here we are.

I made it, almost got lost on on my way here with the fog got so dense.

I'm hearing all the charges are set now.

So uh.

If you're hearing this audio file with then glory, fucking hallelujah.

It's already done, man, And hopefully my god forsake soul is no longer torment.

Hopefully my miseries.

At an end.

Damn.

This is the exact spot where we found the body's joined full circle.

I guess.

Yeah.

It's Saturday, August seventh.

It's almost nine thirty am.

Only a few minutes now, Tempert.

Your sixty two degrees and dropping fog is so thick I can't see three feet.

Here he comes.

The's time to go, Julian, Julian, there's just one more thing I forgot to tell you, one last thing.

Your father was only trying to protect you, Julian sending hello.

There a ghost and the mill.

And the hounds of hell dancing in your azen.

The Manwalk Caves stars Jonathan Tucker as Julian Sallace, Eddie Gathegy as James Fincher, Clark Peters as Detective Solomon Smith.

Nick Cercy as Sheriff Kirby Hooper, Justin Welborn as Tyler Wilson, Jill Jane Clements as Jill Campbell, Brad Carter as Dooley Tappert, Scott Poythus as Reverend Perkins, Samantha Ashley as Dena Fincher, Justin Matthews Smith as Paul Sallace, Tara Oakes as Laura Sallace, Jonathan Horn as Deacon Hadley, Alden Karanovitch as Thomas Hadley, Mike w Anderson as Griff Washington Body, Walterroff as Jimmy Fincher, Brian McClure as Ian Speinks, Larry Clark as Bobby Hadley, Payden Fallis as ed leab Blanc, Vic Palis's as William Fowler, Nick Takosky as Richard Rydell, and Aileen Lloy as The Darkness, with additional performances by Clint mcgow, Dina Dill, Edward Howard, Henry Foster Brown, Jamie Joseph, Juan Monsalvez, Christopher Curry, Bailey Heineman, David Mitchell, and Bernard Sataro Clark.

Created by Connell Byrne and Dan Bush.

Written by Dan Bush, Zoe Cooper, and Nicholas Dakosky featuring our theme song Killer Inside, written produced and performed by Leraa Lynn.

Our executive producers are Matt Frederick, Alexander Williams, Michael Monty, and Courtney du Frees.

Our executive producers at Blumhouse Television are Jeremy Gold, Chris Dickey, and Noah Feinberg.

Produced by Dan Bush, music by Ben Lovett, additional music by Alexander Rodriguez.

Edited by Dan Bush, Chris Childs, Stephen Perez and David Chen.

Sound design by Benjamin Malcolm.

Additional sound design by Alexander Rodriguez.

Dialogue editing and sound mixing by Juan Campos.

Recorded at Studio Awesome in Los Angeles, sound Bite Studio in Atlanta, and Echo Mountain in Asheville.

Casting by Sunday Bowling, Kennedy and Meg Mormon.

Our dialect coach is Linda Bessesti, Assistant director, Michael Monty, second assistant director, script supervisor and production coordinator Sarah Klein.

Supervising producer Josh Thain.

Special thanks to Mary Ellen and Jason Davis, Jonathan Dieter, and Joe Rickman.

The Manowak Caves is a production of iHeartRadio, Blumhouse Television and Psycopia Pictures.

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