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On May 15th, 2001,
in Pennsylvania, an armed man hijacked a school bus.
The man was a local criminal by the name of Frank Sorg.
With a shotgun in hand, he abducted the driver
and 26 children, ages five to 14.
One child on the bus was his very own child,
JR Sorg.
The bus was driven to a rock quarry
where it was buried in a hole.
The bus driver and children managed to escape
before Sorg could issue his ransom demands.
Two days later,
police tracked Sorg down to an open field
where he committed suicide.
All of the bus victims survived,
but many suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder.
Years later, JR Sorg would be sent to a mental asylum
for his own tragic crimes.
Today he comes home.
We're here again.
- I know, dude.
This is gonna be a horrible night.
It's gonna drag.
Those truck drivers are coming back tonight.
- I know.
That one guy last night,
that fucking 32-minute,
gave me the heebie-jeebies.
- How did that go?
- I mean, shit got weird.
I mean, he started getting into it. Like we started talking.
He started asking like, what I like to do fun and shit.
And then like he's just like, well, tried
to get into like a fetish type deal,
and then I'm like... Ew.
- And then it like got weird.
- Did it?
- Yeah, dude, weird.
- I swear I saw him.
I swear I saw him right there last night
when we were all closing. - Yeah.
- I swear he was staring at all of us getting into our cars.
He seemed like the type to be fucking weird.
- Dude, I don't know.
Steven and them better be on fucking point
'cause I have a bad feeling tonight.
I'm not sure.
- Well, I'm hoping that they watch all of us
and not just like, let us go out by herself again.
What the fuck is that?
- That's that guy from last night.
- Hey, yeah, that is you, you little motherfucker.
We did that 32-minute, you little dick.
- Why are you back here?
It's not even time.
- What the fuck?
Why you wearing a mask?
- Yeah.
Halloween's not for another five months there.
- What's with that pipe?
You gonna lay it on me?
Oh, he went from little dick to big dick.
He's got that pole.
Oh yeah.
- Why is he still standing there?
- What, you wanna see some tits or something, motherfucker?
- Will that make you go away?
- Let's show him some tits.
- Okay. - Ready?
One, two, three.
Ah.
- Alright, now leave.
- Actually, fuck that, pay me.
What you gonna, gimme some.
Uh-uh.
You ain't getting no titty-
- Why is he just standing there?
Is that a fucking straight jacket?
- Why he's staring at us?
- I don't know. - Look at those pants.
You know my name's a Asylum, right?
She's probably more crazier than you.
- Little crybaby, bitch.
Quit crying. - Yeah, go away.
- Yeah, bye.
Little shit.
I don't know.
Ready for this shit.
- Hello? - Oh shit.
Help!
Open up.
Open up!
Help me.
Please don't hurt me.
Please.
Somebody help me.
No, no, no, no.
In a shocking turn of events,
the notorious inmate,
JR Sorg, who has been silent
since his childhood incarceration,
has escaped from the Graystone Asylum.
Sorg, known for the horrific deeds that lead
to his lifelong confinement,
managed to evade security
during the early hours of the morning.
Authorities are urging the public to remain vigilant
as the search intensifies for the escaped inmate.
- This is a real mess.
Looks like a blender exploded out here.
- Yeah.
And the victims, this is the Thompsons,
math teacher stabbed with a protractor.
And this one seems
to have been hit in the head with a brick.
Do you think this has anything to do with Sorg?
- Yeah, Sorg's been on the run for 24 hours.
It's, it's possible.
We got every cop in the area searching.
FBI are on their way.
- Well, I don't see any motive here.
Just a couple of fine folks enjoying their backyard,
drinks in hand.
Some whackjob comes in and fucks it all up.
- If it is a Sorg,
these poor fuckers just got in his way.
- Got in his way?
Got in his way of what?
They're just hanging out.
- I'm not sure,
but I'm gonna find out.
Something woke this monster.
- Great.
What do you want me to tell the press?
- Nothing.
Ah, just just keep it short.
We don't need a mad panic in the town right now
at this moment.
- Yeah? - This son of a bitch
is far from down.
- Any ideas?
- Yeah, I know who I need to see.
He's seen this kind of thing before.
- Do you mind if I keep that protractor?
- No, that's evidence.
Bag it and tag it.
Fuck.
- Yes, sir.
- Who the fuck are you?
No, no, no.
- What the fuck?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Come on, man.
Come on.
I'm just here to get my car fixed.
I'm just trying to get my car fixed.
That's all right.
Come on, man.
Come on, no.
No, come on.
I'm just here to fix my car.
I got money.
I, I got anything you want.
Come on, man.
Come on, come on.
It's just a car.
Today was my day off.
I don't even like the guy.
He doesn't do a good job.
Come on.
Oh, come on, man.
It's Bingo Tuesday.
What the hell?
What the fuck?
Come on, man.
Come on.
Please don't light me on fire, Mister.
I burn easily.
I think I might be allergic to fire as well.
Thank you for speaking with us.
The town is in a state of panic with reports
of a mad man on the loose.
What can you tell us about this situation?
- Well, Chase, it's quite the hullabaloo.
This fella has been causing a ruckus all right.
But you know, it's not the first time this town's
seen a bit of excitement.
Excitement?
Mr. Jones, people are saying he's dangerous.
What exactly has he been up to?
- Oh, last I heard he was killing folks
with unconventional materials.
Unconventional materials?
- Yeah, like garden gnomes and flamingos.
Poor guy's got a thing for lawn ornaments.
The sheriff caught him trying
to set up a whole display in front of the courthouse,
but of course it was nothing but severed body parts.
Then just like that, the madman just disappears,
just vanishes without a trace.
And what about the law enforcement's response
to all this?
- Well, let's just say the sheriff's more interested
in his donut collection than catching this guy.
Last I saw him, he was arguing
with the baker about the best jelly filling.
I'm not sure I would trust any of them with a loaded gun.
Well, there you have it folks.
While the madman continues his bizarre annex,
the town's law enforcement seems to be otherwise occupied.
This is Chase Harper reporting live.
- Sheriff Gorman.
- Oh, Detective Bracket.
How's retirement life treating you?
- Oh, quiet, peacefully.
Not running around solving everyone's problems.
- That's good to hear.
That's, that's what retirement should be about.
- But I take it you're not here just to visit me.
- I'm not.
Unfortunately, I do need your help.
It's about the Sorg boy, isn't it?
- It is.
I'm sure you've seen the news.
He, he escaped, killing a,
killing a few of the staff in the process.
- It's horrible what that boy's daddy did to him
and those kids on that school bus many years ago.
- Well, that's, that's why I'm here.
How did you catch that old man
after he buried that bus?
- He wanted to get some money from the kids' parents,
but to make matters worse,
he included his own son, sick bastard.
- How did you really catch him?
Now, I, I know what the newspaper said.
He committed suicide in a field.
Come on.
- More like Vigilant Justice.
The people in the community took matters in their own hands,
if you know what I mean.
- Now, years later, we've got the same problem.
- We thought it would be the end of things
until his son became a teenager
and it started all over again.
- So daddy's fucked up and the kid is?
Is that it?
- That Sorg boy isn't the only thing you have
to be concerned with at the moment.
- We got, we got search teams out looking everywhere.
We got the, we got the road shut down.
There's only so much you can do in a town like this.
And I need to know one thing.
What would make this kid wake up
after 20 years
after saying nothing, doing nothing,
to get up and go on this rampage?
I can't get it.
- A killer like that doesn't take his time
and plan things out.
He just moves forward and kills.
- Hell, surely does seem loose.
And it's in our goddamn town.
- Start with a step family that took in the boy.
I always felt like she knew more than what she let on.
- I appreciate your thoughts, Sheriff.
I sincere to do.
- I suggest you find him and do it fast.
- You've been a good help to me.
Goddman, that old fuck don't know anything.
- How the hell did he become a detective?
Jesus Christ.
- What the...
Hey.
Who the fuck are you?
Honey, hurry up.
Get in the house.
It got private, stupid.
- Morning, Maryanne.
Ronald.
- Hello, Detective.
What brings you all the way out here?
- I, I think you know why I'm here.
- We don't want anything to do with it.
He's your problem now.
- He sure is my problem,
but I was hoping maybe you could help me out a bit.
- There isn't anything we can do to help you with-
- Hold on.
Maybe, maybe you could just, you know,
point me in the right direction.
We don't need any more people getting hurt.
It doesn't have to be like before.
- He's a good boy.
- Ah, I wouldn't consider him an outstanding individual
of the community there, Maryanne.
- Like I said, can't help you.
- You know, maybe you know which direction he's heading in.
I'm sure you're aware, he attacked some people
while escaping from the hospital.
- He's a good boy.
Just misunderstood.
- No one is taking that away from you, Maryanne,
what you did for that boy,
bringing him into your, your family, feeding him,
keeping a roof over his head.
But we just don't need
another incident like we had years ago.
We just don't.
- It wasn't his fault.
He was just a boy when all that happened.
- We don't want anything to do with it.
It was a mistake bringing him into our family.
Nothing was gonna save him from his future.
- Now Ronald, I really don't want to bring up the past.
Shit, I'd rather leave it goddamn buried there.
But I will bring it up if I have to.
- We moved on.
- I don't think the community's ever moved on.
I don't think they're ever gonna move on.
What that boy's daddy did,
hijacking that bus, driving them kids to that shell pit
and them burying them in the bus,
even with his own boy on it.
- His daddy was a crazy man.
That boy can't help what happened to him.
- Yeah.
You know and I know, Maryanne,
that boy has a bit of the crazy in him
from his daddy's bloodline.
Now he's out and he's gonna hurt more people.
Why can't you get that?
He's already killed people at the hospital
while escaping it.
- He's a good boy.
He just wasn't good at interacting
with the other boys.
That's why we homeschooled him.
- Maryanne, he stabbed those kids
at that playground with a broken soda pop bottle.
Now I know about you, but that sounds like something
his daddy would've done.
And they put him in that nuthouse
for all those years because of it.
- I just wanted him to fit in.
Being a teenage boy, that ain't easy.
- He's going to, he's gonna hurt people.
All right?
Why can't you get that?
He's already killed people in the hospital.
Now you just, you need to
find it in yourself to help me.
Now, where would he go?
- Best thing to do is track down that son of a bitch
and end it right then and there.
The devil's in that boy.
It ain't coming out.
- You gotta gimme something to go on then.
I, I really need your help right now.
- He loved his real daddy,
even though his real daddy tried
to bury him alive.
- That, that really isn't giving me much to go on, is it?
- I'm actually giving you everything, Detective.
- I think we had enough today, Detective.
Best be on your way.
Go catch some bad guys.
- Another goddamn crazy bitch.
- Detective.
He's not done yet.
He ain't gonna be done until he is done
with his daddy's work.
You think about that real hard.
He just wants to see the world bleed.
Officer in pursuit.
Days after the startling escape of JR Sorg
from Greystone Asylum,
the manhunt has intensified with local
and federal authorities joining forces.
Despite extensive search efforts, Sorg remains at large
with no confirmed sightings since his disappearance.
The community remains on edge
as the search expands beyond the immediate vicinity
of the asylum.
Law enforcement officials have expanded the perimeter
and are conducting door-to-door inquiries,
hoping to uncover any leads on Sorg's whereabouts.
The FBI has been called in to assist with the investigation,
bringing in additional resources, including profilers
and forensic experts.
They're meticulously piercing together Sorg's history
and possible motivations to predict his next move.
Authorities are appealing to the public for any information
that may lead to Sorg's capture.
They have reiterated that he should not be approached
as his mental state and capabilities are unpredictable.
This is a developing story
and we will continue to provide updates
as more information becomes available.
The public is urged to stay informed
and report any suspicions activity to the authorities.
Suspect is armed and dangerous.
I repeat, the suspect is armed and dangerous.
- Whoa, man.
Who are you supposed to be?
Halloween was last month.
- What do we got here, Detective Parker?
- Well, this is where it happened, Bracket.
The victim was found tangled in the hedges.
- Yeah.
Poor guy got lost in more ways than one.
Blunt forced trauma to the eagle
judging by the disheveled foliage.
- Our suspect is Sorg at this time.
- We can't be 100% sure it's Sorg.
Not until we looked into everything.
But take a look at this.
There's blood on that gnome statue.
- Is it possible it wasn't Sorg?
We haven't had a murder in this town in years,
but ever since Sorg escaped, it's been nonstop murders.
- Well, we're doing everything possible.
We just don't have the manpower.
We need to check in with the neighbors.
Look for, see if they got any missing gnome statues
from their gardens.
- I'll double check on any missing gnomes.
- Yeah.
Signature weapon for Sorg in the asylum
was a gnome statue.
Even beat a few of the nurses during garden time.
I guess trimming bonsai trees wasn't enough for old Sorg.
- Can I take that bloody gnome home?
I have a garden in my backyard for misfit gnomes.
- No.
Bag it and tag it. It's evidence.
What in the actual fuck?
Oh, fuckin' A, man.
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So come and join us this summer and make it special.
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- Come on.
Get out, get outta here.
I'm telling you, get.
Dude, I'm telling you, get away.
I don't want any trouble.
It's Saturday.
Just leave me alone.
I'm telling you, telling you.
I'm telling you.
- I went for his armpit.
I pulled him up.
Like, yeah man, it was crazy.
I didn't touch that thing. I don't know.
They didn't tell us.
I don't know if it's contagious, man.
- You don't know what kind of medical conditions
these kids have.
I got coughed on so many times.
The DNA has been like everywhere.
It's on everything.
- I don't, I, man, I don't even know if I'm gonna-
- They're monsters.
- So being at camps like this makes you
never want to even have any them, right?
- I hope I never have fat kids.
Aw, I was fat.
- Okay guys, I just wanted to gather you all here
and say we made it through another summer
and this year marks three consecutive years
that a kid hasn't died under our watch.
So congratulations, everybody.
That's a streak.
That's a streak. Yes.
All of the kids are accounted for
and on their way homes except for her.
We don't know what the whole story is.
I'm not gonna ask.
But I wanted to say thank you guys for all
of your hard work this summer and we will see you next year.
Thank you guys so much.
Now, emotional speeches, they make me have to take a shit,
so if you'll excuse me.
What's going on over here?
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
- I heard little man got a little dick anyways.
- Did you fuck with Becky?
- No, no, no.
That wasn't me.
That was Karen.
Remember?
That girl Karen, yeah, dude.
- Okay.
Okay.
- But fuck all that.
You wanna go make some s'mores?
- Yeah. - We should go.
- Go out-
- Hey, you guys.
- We are so sorry. - It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
Just stay in a well-lit area
and stay in a group.
- Okay.
- Motherfucking killer on the loose!
- What the fuck?
- What the fuck did he just say?
- Okay.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait.
Take a second.
Catch your breath and think.
Okay, where do we go from here?
- I don't know. I don't think we have any.
- Okay, so directly south down the hill is the main office.
I'm pretty sure the phone in there still works.
We just have to get there.
- You're on your own.
I'm not leaving this building.
I'm not leaving by myself.
- Well, we should stay here until the morning then
because if he's out there, it's dark,
We won't be able to see him coming.
- Well it's either that
or we hunker down here for the night.
It's your choice.
We're gonna have to stay here then.
- So... I'm not going out
there with him.
- What about the rest of him out there?
Just fuck them, let them die?
- Half of them are already dead
and we warned the other girls.
What are we supposed to do?
- Okay, new plan. - They already don't listen.
So...
- Okay then fine.
New plan.
Let's just have sex.
- Only if you're okay with me having a dick.
- It's not entirely off the table,
but I think we should shift back to survival.
Yeah, that's what I was thinking.
- Okay. - Let's go find
a place to hide. - Okay.
- He's gotta be gone by now, right?
- Probably, but we don't know.
Well, I haven't heard anything
in about 25 minutes.
- Well, what if he thinks we're still in here.
- I'm sure he does.
You know what?
I apologize.
That was a little offhanded.
- Yeah, you know you're a little rude when you're tired,
but it's fine.
- Speaking of being tired, since we're both here,
I'm gonna get a little shut eye.
- All right, well-
- Is it too much to ask for you to keep watch?
- You know what?
I've been doing it the whole time.
I think we'll be okay.
Don't worry.
I'll wake you up if he shows up.
- You know what?
Think about it really hard before you do.
- Will do.
♪ Dark shadows weave their spell ♪
♪ Casting fear above the lane ♪
♪ Demons dressed in mortal skill ♪
♪ As they play their hand ♪
♪ Run in circles ♪
♪ I implore you ♪
♪ They proceed with sinister demands ♪
♪ No ♪
♪ Masters of illusions ♪
♪ The sinners left to fight ♪
♪ Crushed beneath confusion ♪
♪ We're trapped beneath their might ♪
♪ Run wild through the streets ♪
♪ Controlling their deceit and lies ♪
♪ They gathering riches in secret rings ♪
♪ While good men pay the price ♪
♪ And then they ran reflection ♪
♪ They are serpents ♪
- Wake up. - What the fuck was that for?
- Shh.
I don't know... Oh shit.
- I've got a little bit of light,
so we should make our way down to that phone.
Okay.
You go first.
- Me? - Yes you.
- Why do I gotta go first?
- I'm a counselor.
- You're not helping. - Sorry.
- All right, it's as quiet as it's gonna get.
Oh shit!
Oh my God.
Oh fuck.
Oh my God.
Come on, man.
That's not fair.
This is excessive.
Fuck you.
Mr. Thompson,
thank you for speaking with us.
The town is on edge with reports of a madman on the loose.
What can you tell us about the situation?
- Well, Mr. Harper, it's a mess.
This lunatic's been running wild for days.
What are the police doing? Not a darn thing.
Are you saying law enforcement
isn't taking the necessary steps
to apprehend this individual?
- Yeah, exactly.
Sheriff's been sitting on his hands.
He's more concerned about his donut order than he is
catching this maniac.
That's quite an accusation.
Can you give us more details?
- Well we've, we've called in, we've reported sightings,
but nothing's being done.
It's like they want him to walk into the sheriff's station,
just turn himself in.
Meanwhile, people are living on edge, living in fear.
People are dying left and right, right and left.
It's, it's just a mess.
Bill Meyers was thrown into a wood chipper
and he lives right down the road.
So you're saying the townsfolk feel abandoned
by their own protectors
and people should be more careful around wood chippers.
Yeah, obviously.
It's, you know, next time I see these guys,
they'll be asking for the nearest donut shop
rather than locking this crazy man up.
Well, that's it.
You've heard it.
This is Chase Harper reporting live from Main Street.
- If you see the sheriff, tell me he owes me a coffee.
Took mine this morning and never came back.
We'll do that.
Suspect is armed and dangerous.
The suspect is armed and dangerous.
- The body here, another body there.
A couple more here.
Asylum's back here.
Holy shit.
That son of a bitch is headed in the street line.
Goddamn, Camp Special is next.
Oh, God.
I'm too late.
He's headed into the town, the schools.
He's going for the goddamn schools.
The highway.
He's still heading in a straight line.
That son of a bitch got away.
- I think they're finally ll asleep.
- It's about time we got
those little orphan bastards to bed.
- Present time?
- I think so.
I think I'm gonna go in the kitchen
and get some stuff ready.
- All right.
While you doing that, I started a porn
before I put 'em down.
I'm gonna go finish that and clean up
and I'll be right there.
- Alright.
What are you watching
- Ninja wrestling.
- Hey, all right.
I mean, I like bukkake.
- To each their own. - Yeah.
Did you at least light a match?
Ah!
I didn't wanna die a virgin.
- Dude, you all right?
Now, I could use just a couple more minutes
if you don't mind.
Dude, you all right?
Door's open.
What are you doing?
Not the orphans!
Ho ho ho ho ho.
♪ Moonlight breaks through the trees so tall ♪
♪ Whispers of footsteps ♪
♪ Hear the forest call ♪
♪ Flashlights fall to rays ♪
♪ In the haunted wood there's no hiding place ♪
♪ Midnight strikes fear in the air, free ♪
♪ Cries of terror echo everywhere ♪
♪ Woods are alive with shadows and screams ♪
♪ Campfire stories just ain't what they seem ♪
♪ Teens are scared all over the place ♪
♪ Nobody's safe now ♪
♪ It's a deadly chase ♪
♪ Rest easy, campers ♪
♪ You'll have your fun ♪
♪ View the sky ♪
♪ There's nowhere to run ♪
♪ Branches crack ♪
♪ A sinister moon ♪
♪ In the dark, you can't find a groove ♪
♪ Shadows merge, the tension climbs ♪
♪ Countdown to horror ♪
♪ In these deadly times ♪
♪ The devil's hacksaw cuts through the silence ♪
♪ In the moon's pale light ♪
♪ He's not afraid of death or violence ♪
♪ Bloodshot eyes peer through the trees ♪
♪ Leaves rustle softly in the midnight breeze ♪
♪ Creeping closer, heart beats loud ♪
♪ Evil laughter hidden in the shrouds ♪
♪ Any crisis, it's a deadly game ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Running fast but it's all the same ♪
♪ The devil's hacksaw cuts through the silence ♪
♪ In the moon's pale light ♪
♪ He's not afraid of death or violence ♪
♪ Bloodshot eyes peer through the trees ♪
♪ Leaves rustle softly in the midnight breeze ♪
♪ Creeping closer, heart beats loud ♪
♪ Evil laughter in the low ♪
♪ Run and hide but there's no escape ♪
♪ In this forest it's too late ♪
♪ Screams in the night ♪
♪ Cold as ice ♪
♪ The devil's hacksaw ain't playing nice ♪
♪ Found your fear ♪
♪ Nowhere to go ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ In the moonlit night ♪
♪ Horror is all you know ♪
♪ Blood on leaves ♪
♪ Cold breeze swirls ♪
♪ Fear is the currency in this twisted world ♪
♪ Running footsteps ♪
♪ Can't catch your breath ♪
♪ Shadows coming ♪
♪ It spells your death ♪
♪ Hand in hand ♪
♪ We won't last long ♪