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Lights up on a small establishment on Main Street in Eternity, Arizona

The sign above the business reads:
Eternity Savings Bank, Wells Fargo and Company
And, in letters ever-diminishing in size, it also says:
And World-Class Butchery
And Church

LAWRENCE, PREACHER and PEARL sit in the bank surrounded by meat.

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It is early morning outside an idyllic semi-operational-farm-slash-events-venue

JASON emerges from the woods. He staggers toward the farmhouse. He's in his pajamas, which are shredded and mud-drenched. His feet and fingers are bloody. He stumbles up the porch and enters the house

We hear a chorus of terrifying noises–too loud and uncanny. Bleating, grunting, cackling. Bugs shriek. The sun finishes coming up

SADIE and DENNIS enter from either side of the stage. They both look extraordinarily haggard. DENNIS is drenched in water and sweat. SADIE hasn’t slept. They’re both Haunted by something

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Sounds of metal scraping against itself; A hymn that sounds kind of fucked up, like it's been left out in the sun and warped; A crescendo; An echo; Silence; Beep!

In spotlight, SON arrives somewhere. A book clutched in two hands appears from behind his head, covering his eyes. The book is called WHAT IFS: VOLUME 1000

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