The County Commissioners of Americana County have decided to grant permission to a group of movie producers from Keystone Studios who are experimenting with a new kind of film- something they are calling a “documentary.” Their idea is to film a series of investigative short films (silent, of course, with dialog cards to explain what is being seen by the moviegoer), with a common theme to be shown weekly in the hundreds of nickelodeon theaters sprouting up across the country. The film crew has decided to invite some of Americana’s visitors onto the site of their latest project, to film their reaction to what- if anything- they discover as they do their “investigative reporting.”
The name of the film series? This week’s episode?
The name of the film series? This week’s episode?
These visitors, who have been nicknamed by the filmmakers as “ghost hunters,” enter the Crypt from the first-floor lobby of the 1884 Courthouse, the successor to the infamous 1865 structure. The north wall of the lobby appears to have recently been broken through to provide access to the previously-sealed basement. A rather hastily-crafted sign over this entrance, painted with red paint that wasn’t allowed to dry completely (with the result that the paint trickled down a bit), gives the appearance that blood was used for the pigment.
Other similarly-creepy signs warn visitors that the sights they will be seeing past this entrance are not for children or the faint of heart (or anyone with a heart condition, high blood pressure, etc.). Note: Townsfolk at this entrance to the attraction will be sure to alert adults with children that this is an intensely frightening attraction before they descend the stairs to the queue deep under the Courthouse. As visitors descend down several flights of brick and stone steps, they notice that the further down they descend, the more evidence of a conflagration appears. The stones looked charred, the walls scorched and gouged as if someone- or something- had tried to claw their way through the heavy ashlar stones and, eventually, the very bedrock that the infamous 1865 courthouse stood on. The metal railings on the staircase seem to have been subjected to intense heat, causing them to soften and then reharden into twisted shapes that seem more organic than man-made. Those who take the time to look might notice what appears to be human fingerprints in the metal where someone in their last desperate attempt to escape the conflagration had grabbed the molten metal in a vain attempt to flee. ADA access is also available via a metal service elevator from the entrance just off the first-floor lobby.
Upon reaching the bottom of the staircase, the ghost hunters are directed through one of two solid metal security doors (leading into one of the two preshow rooms), and enter a slightly-rectangular stone chamber which looks, like everything else in this chillingly-eerie catacomb of death, to have been roughly constructed of heavy stones and bedrock, and had been subjected to intense heat that left the stone ceilings, floors and walls charred and scarred. The far wall, however, is of metal, a partition separating this room from what lies beyond, and this metal wall has the appearance of having been battered by something on the other side- dents, holes that have been repaired recently with hastily-riveted metal plating, and areas of scorched metal where the coat of paint that it once wore was burnt off from the other side. A white sheet, streaked with soot, hangs from the center of this metal wall. Bare light bulbs hanging from electric wires overhead cast a harsh light throughout the room.
When the room’s capacity of sixty-four people has been reached and the metal door is (loudly) slammed shut behind them, two townsfolk, dressed as members of a silent movie film crew (and who were already in the room, encouraging the new ghost hunters to come all the way in), stand up on a few boxes that have been placed against one side of the chamber.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” one of the crew members announce, “My name is Stan Hardy, director of this project. Mr. Sennett from Keystone Studios welcomes you to watch the filming of the first in what we hope is a series of films that we’re calling ‘Paranormal Nightmares.’ We’ve already completed several days of filming here in the Crypt of Fire, and I have to tell you that while we’ve seen some pretty gruesome things already, so far nothing really dangerous has happened. I guess all the ghosts that are supposed to still be down here have finally gone on to their heavenly reward. We’d like to show you a little bit of the film that we’ve edited together, to give you an idea what the final version will look like. If I can direct your attention to the screen we’ve hung on the wall over there, we’ll get the projector started. Remember, this is just a rough edit- we’ve got a lot more work to do, and we hope to get plenty more scenes filmed today. Mary?” he says to the other film crew member standing beside him, “Can you turn out the lights please?”
She steps off the box and moves through the “ghost hunters” to the door where they entered, reaches for the light switch beside it, but before she can actually touch the switch the room goes completely pitch black, an effect that never fails to elicit screams.
When the room’s capacity of sixty-four people has been reached and the metal door is (loudly) slammed shut behind them, two townsfolk, dressed as members of a silent movie film crew (and who were already in the room, encouraging the new ghost hunters to come all the way in), stand up on a few boxes that have been placed against one side of the chamber.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” one of the crew members announce, “My name is Stan Hardy, director of this project. Mr. Sennett from Keystone Studios welcomes you to watch the filming of the first in what we hope is a series of films that we’re calling ‘Paranormal Nightmares.’ We’ve already completed several days of filming here in the Crypt of Fire, and I have to tell you that while we’ve seen some pretty gruesome things already, so far nothing really dangerous has happened. I guess all the ghosts that are supposed to still be down here have finally gone on to their heavenly reward. We’d like to show you a little bit of the film that we’ve edited together, to give you an idea what the final version will look like. If I can direct your attention to the screen we’ve hung on the wall over there, we’ll get the projector started. Remember, this is just a rough edit- we’ve got a lot more work to do, and we hope to get plenty more scenes filmed today. Mary?” he says to the other film crew member standing beside him, “Can you turn out the lights please?”
She steps off the box and moves through the “ghost hunters” to the door where they entered, reaches for the light switch beside it, but before she can actually touch the switch the room goes completely pitch black, an effect that never fails to elicit screams.
“Not all of them!” Stan, still on his box, hollers at Mary.
“I didn’t even touch the switch! They all went off on their own!” Mary hollered back.
“Well, can you find the switch to start the movie? That will give us some light.”
The audience hears the sound of an old movie projector starting, and they see a light overhead coming from a projector hanging from a bracket in the middle of the ceiling. It projects a black-and-white movie on the screen, providing some light and focusing the audience’s attention on the screen. Since this is a silent film, dialog cards appear to announce:
The audience watches this film, which lasts for less than a minute, most of which is the opening credits and some dialog cards that explain that the first scene is of the film crew breaking through the doorway upstairs from the lobby, allowing them to gain access to the melted staircase. They see the film crew carrying their cameras down the stairs, looking around (obviously trying to look terrified in the over-dramatic acting style of the early silent film era), when the audience notices the room they’re standing in is actually getting warmer. The ceiling is beginning to softly glow orange-red, and as the film suddenly stops (with the well-known effect of the film melting and burning through) there is a sudden pounding on the metal wall where the screen hangs.
“Mary! What’s happening!” Stan hollers to her.
“I don’t know!” she hollers back. “I can’t get the door open!” she yells as she tries to open the metal door.
Suddenly a metallic grinding is heard coming from the large metal wall where the movie screen hangs, and the metal wall begins to rise up into the ceiling. The room beyond is revealed, a chamber carved from the bedrock, its walls looking like lava that has cooled. It glows with an eerie, evil light- red, orange, yellow, slightly flickering- and it is hot, not dangerously, not even uncomfortably, but unnaturally hot. Standing in this chamber are people- not oozing, rotting zombies, not bloody or gory, but people who obviously are neither dead nor alive. They stand at the metal queue lines to guide, as wordlessly as possible, the audience into this queue area.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen!” Stan yells to the audience, as he and Mary start to direct them to enter this inner chamber.
“This has never happened before,” Mary continues, sounding nearly panicked. “ We don’t have any other way out. We thought this entire place was empty and deserted!”
The ghost hunters are guided into the queue lines which lead quickly to a row of ride vehicles that resembled small carts with seats that would be used in coal mines to move the miners in and the coal out of the mine. As the audience members are seated and secured, and just before the cars take off into the depths of the Crypt of Fire, Stan (who along with Mary has been helping get the audience members seated) calls out to them,
“Don’t worry! I’m sure that everything will be just fine. I’m sure these- uh- people are here to help...aren’t you?” he asks a particularly large, especially evil-looking undead guy, and just as the coal cars begin to move into the darkness of a tunnel, the undead guy and the rest of the undead grab Stan and Mary and carry them off, out of sight, their screams lost in the distance as the ghost hunters begin their exploration of just what actually happened here in the Crypt of Fire all those years ago.
“This has never happened before,” Mary continues, sounding nearly panicked. “ We don’t have any other way out. We thought this entire place was empty and deserted!”
The ghost hunters are guided into the queue lines which lead quickly to a row of ride vehicles that resembled small carts with seats that would be used in coal mines to move the miners in and the coal out of the mine. As the audience members are seated and secured, and just before the cars take off into the depths of the Crypt of Fire, Stan (who along with Mary has been helping get the audience members seated) calls out to them,
“Don’t worry! I’m sure that everything will be just fine. I’m sure these- uh- people are here to help...aren’t you?” he asks a particularly large, especially evil-looking undead guy, and just as the coal cars begin to move into the darkness of a tunnel, the undead guy and the rest of the undead grab Stan and Mary and carry them off, out of sight, their screams lost in the distance as the ghost hunters begin their exploration of just what actually happened here in the Crypt of Fire all those years ago.