It started "innocently" enough, when one drunken night, a large pentagram was traced in the snow by our footsteps - much to the delight of the inhabitants of the upper apartments when they looked out their window the next morning.
Good clean fun, was all we were after while filming in the woods a couple of days later. There was an unknown danger which lurked in our near future.
This is a true story....
It was as if we fed off the electricity in the air from the approaching storm. It sparked our improvisations in front of the camera and the madness escalated.
The final scene was filmed under the shelter of a towering pine tree, where the infernal spirits were being summoned with feverish enthusiasm.
Later that evening the power of the storm grew as the temperature began to plummet 20 degrees. Everyone continued to celebrate with unholy glee.
Shaken, yet defiant, we continued our unholy celebrations well into the night...
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Moments after stepping outside for a cigarette, all hell broke loose. Mother nature, (or something...) reared it's ugly head. The wind came rushing in around us. Clothes tore from the line shrieking down the street and into trees. Then with an eerie crackling, a 15 foot long tree branch came crashing down just a few steps away from us.