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  • - [Narrator] "Evening, hon," Bethany chimed.

  • - [James] "How was work,"

  • - [Narrator] he responded in an unenthusiastic manner.

  • "I know you don't actually wanna know, James,

  • so don't pretend to care," she teased.

  • "Besides, we have more important matters to handle tonight.

  • Why haven't you gotten dressed?

  • You know it's Ritual Night tonight."

  • James sighed as he rose form the couch.

  • - [James] "Do you think they will

  • actually have someone for us to slaughter tonight?"

  • - [Narrator] "Well, they can't exactly just continue

  • picking up people from within town, now can they?

  • It would become too obvious that people would be missing.

  • I was talking to Heather about the issue,

  • and I think I have a solution for it.

  • An easy one, at that.

  • I doubt Andrew would be willing, with his recent

  • high-hose attitude, but I don't really care at this point.

  • - [James] Jeez, Betty, relax.

  • You're way too high-strung about it.

  • We aren't the first set of members,

  • and we don't be the last.

  • You know I love it when you're angry.

  • Especially while in your ritual clothes.

  • - [Narrator] "Really?

  • Why do I bother with you?

  • You're all about the kill, but you don't seem to grasp

  • the real meaning of all our hard work.

  • Remember, we introduce chaos to disrupt the banality

  • of life, to make aware what is truly important.

  • I swear, Andrew only brought you in because

  • you may as well be a lumberjack."

  • - [James] "Are you ready to go?

  • We're gonna be late."

  • - [Narrator] He responded quietly, sounding hurt.

  • "Yeah, I'm ready for another evening

  • full of excuses," she grumbled.

  • As they drove up the ranch-style house,

  • they noticed there were fewer vehicles than usual.

  • "See, the people are already starting

  • to slack with their attendance.

  • I'm going to take charge of helping us acquire

  • new, deserving targets for the ritual."

  • - [James] You keep going on about this.

  • I know you were just itching to tell me

  • what your grand master plan is.

  • - [Narrator] She took that opportunity to step

  • out of the vehicle and awkwardly accept the hug

  • Darlene was holding her outstretched arms for.

  • This was probably the most unsettling

  • part of the whole meeting.

  • It wasn't the fact that they stabbed people to death

  • or strangulated them, but rather the

  • potluck aspect that preceded the ritual.

  • The dining room table was always

  • filled with food beforehand.

  • It was Vicky's smoked ham, Jimmy's scalloped potatoes,

  • and Jane's prize-winning rhubarb pie.

  • Bethany always showed up with the drinks.

  • She was no housewife, no cook.

  • She was the local dentist.

  • Beyond that, no one knew too much about her.

  • She didn't even know what made the family

  • invite her for the first time to begin with.

  • The extent of their interaction

  • was that she was Darlene's dentist.

  • Everyone piled inside of the now-cleared-out family room.

  • - [Andrew] "Welcome, everyone.

  • I hope you have all had a productive month.

  • First, I must thank all of you wonderful folks that

  • contributed to our feast tonight.

  • Everything looks delicious, per usual."

  • - [Narrator] Andrew, the host and

  • head of the chapter, called out.

  • "It involves the internet," Bethany whispered

  • to James while Andrew tried to move the attention

  • from the questions of sacrifice back to the food.

  • - [James] "What does?"

  • - [Narrator] One glare from her was all it took

  • for him to understand that she had gone

  • back to the pretentious plan.

  • - [James] "Oh, can you please stop beating

  • around the bush and just tell me already?

  • This is getting annoying.

  • I know how much you love to hype things up,

  • but you're starting to bore me."

  • - [Narrator] By that point, everyone was starting

  • to disperse, and most were lined up at

  • the dining room table, ready to eat.

  • She pulled him outside to the garden.

  • The moon was half full, and the air was beginning

  • to get chilly early in the evenings,

  • since summer was coming to an end.

  • Andrew's home was unremarkable.

  • It was just another home in a small suburb.

  • Two stories, three bedrooms, no kids.

  • The basement had seen plenty of

  • activity in the last few years.

  • A rummy tournament, a ping-pong showdown,

  • a sacrifice here and there.

  • The walls of the basement had never been stained with blood.

  • Darlene, Andrew's wife, made sure of it.

  • But the floor couldn't be helped at times.

  • Bethany focused on the gardenias

  • that were failing to bloom in the yard.

  • "Do you know how easy it is to meet people on the Internet?"

  • - [James] "Yeah, Einstein,

  • tell me something I don't know.

  • If you're gonna propose that we lure someone

  • off the internet, then you are lost.

  • We have discussed this as a family for months.

  • Jeez, for a second I thought you might

  • actually have a novel idea."

  • - [Narrator] "Would you just listen

  • before you make any rash judgements?

  • I'm not talking about going on the internet

  • and luring some sap off a regular dating site.

  • I'm talking about going a little deeper."

  • The last part was barely audible,

  • even to James, who was standing next to her.

  • "I've been doing some research on the deep web.

  • They have their own version of dating sites down there.

  • You find some really putrid and

  • disgusting excuses for humans on there."

  • Her playful tone was now frigid, matching the look

  • in his eyes while he stared down at her.

  • - [James] "What were you doing on a dating site, Bethany?"

  • - [Narrator] "Really?

  • That's what you're going to focus on,

  • out of everything I just told you?

  • That is what you're hung up on?"

  • Silence filled the air, as one of the

  • family members waved to them from inside.

  • Both quickly feigned their brightest smile back at him.

  • Through the fake smile, she broke the silence.

  • "First of all, I was not looking for anyone

  • to hook up with on the deep web.

  • You already know what I go on there for,

  • and it isn't to replace what I

  • already have at home," she blurted out.

  • Being vulnerable was not something

  • she was good at or cared to do often.

  • The wind was beginning to pick up,

  • and the trees in the backyard were

  • rustling too much for comfort.

  • It gave both of them the feeling that they were

  • being watched by something hiding in the dark.

  • "Back to the issue we were discussing,"

  • she continued as they moved back into the house

  • and into the dining room, now that most

  • of the members had made their rounds through the table.

  • "I was on the deep web making my usual rounds,

  • and some guy under the name Goon324 PMed me

  • asking if we had met out in the abyss.

  • Before you roll your eyes at me, trust me.

  • I know how it sounds.

  • How corny was that name?

  • I thought the same thing.

  • I was curious, though, so I indulged the loser

  • for the sake of the entertainment brought to me

  • by a pathetic deep-web dweller.

  • I responded that it was quite possible,

  • because I run through many addresses on the web.

  • He responded by sending me the link.

  • I already knew that whatever he was

  • referring to, I had never visited.

  • You know me, I don't socialize

  • in the deep unless it's for business."

  • James listened intently while they stood

  • in the corner of the dining room nibbling on some muffins.

  • To anyone observing them, it must have looked

  • like they were having fun with

  • whatever they were discussing.

  • He took a sip of the strawberry lemonade,

  • and responded while smiling at one of

  • the family members who was across the room.

  • - [James] Okay, and?

  • - [Narrator] "Well, I should've not been

  • surprised, but truthfully I was.

  • It was a deep web dating site, online cafe.

  • Whatever weird fetish you're into,

  • they have groups to help you find a significant other.

  • One doesn't really think about the

  • deep web as a centralized anything.

  • I mean, I know they have their cannibal websites

  • and their crush lovers, but I was surprised

  • to find it all conveniently located

  • in one place for them to find each other.

  • It was some morbid and twisted version

  • of matching and cupid."

  • Bethany shuddered at the thought

  • of all the freaks in one place.

  • - [James] "Ah, so this is where you want

  • to acquire the sacrifices?"

  • - [Narrator] "Yes, Captain Obvious, that is the place.

  • What better place to reach people that need

  • to be taught the value of life

  • than the cesspool that is the dark web?"

  • She ardently declared.

  • A few family members were starting to

  • shoot suspicious glances their way.

  • Andrew called out to everyone.

  • The evening went by as both Bethany

  • and James expected it to.

  • Another month, and no sacrifice.

  • Bethany knew that she had to implement her plan

  • before more family members drifted away.

  • The following night, James found

  • Bethany with her laptop out.

  • "Ready, babe?"

  • She pulled up the Onion browser.

  • "Look, since I know you're territorial,

  • how about you talk to these losers instead of me?

  • You probably know more of what they want to hear than I do."

  • He pondered that for a second before

  • vigorously nodding like a child.

  • - [James] Sure.

  • I'll be sure to make this fun.

  • - [Narrator] He smiled mischievously.

  • "Okay, well, you do your thing and

  • I'll go catch up on my Hulu.

  • If you need anything, just let me know."

  • 30 minutes later, he had his victim,

  • which just so happened to be Mr. Goon.

  • He handed her the laptop.

  • White letters shown on the dark screen

  • detailing all sorts of obscene acts,

  • and describing the connection he felt

  • with James, disguised as Annie720.

  • Bethany read the glowing screen.

  • Chat log: Annie 720: Hey there.

  • Fancy seeing you around these parts.

  • Goon324: Do I know you?

  • Annie720: Yeah, we talked on the Silk Wold Remains.

  • Goon324: Uh.

  • Annie720: You thought we had met on here before

  • because my avatar seemed familiar?

  • Goon324: You're into the bitcoin trade, right?

  • Annie720: Funny how you call it that.

  • Yeah, I guess I am.

  • Goon324: So, what's good?

  • Were you looking for some of my goods?

  • Annie720: That depends on what you mean, haha.

  • Annie720: What are you into, anyway?

  • What kind of partner are you looking for on here?

  • What's your fix?

  • Goon324: A little bit of torture here and there,

  • if you know what I mean.

  • Annie720: Fun.

  • If only you were closer, then we might

  • be able to have some fun.

  • Goon324: Closer.

  • You don't even know where I am.

  • I could be watching you through the window

  • right now as we speak.

  • Muahaha.

  • Annie720: Nah, I know more about you than you realize.

  • You're approximately 300 miles away from me.

  • Goon324: How you know that?

  • You freak, that's not cool.

  • Annie720: You know, for someone who dabbles

  • with dealing on here, you sure are careless.

  • Goon324: Nah, I have all the proxies.

  • No one has ever been able to find me, and many have tried.

  • Trust me, all have failed.

  • Until you.

  • What advanced hacking sorcery have you performed?

  • Annie720: Yeah, I could show up at your house

  • right now and you would be none the wiser

  • until I had you tied up and squealing like a pig, lol.

  • Goon324: Oh, you know me too well already.

  • Bethany had seen enough.

  • She closed the laptop.

  • The conversations continued on a daily basis

  • for the next two weeks, until James,

  • posing as Annie720, convinced the fool

  • known as Goon324 to drive 280 miles to meet Annie

  • at a coffee shop two towns away.

  • The day of their meeting, Bethany, AKA Annie,

  • chose to wear a golden hair wig in a simple bun,

  • and a tight-fitting burgundy dress.

  • A bit overdressed for the venue,

  • but she had plans of taking him elsewhere.

  • He found her sitting in the cafe already,

  • even though he was 10 minutes early.

  • - [Goon] Annie?

  • - [Narrator] He asked in an unsure tone.

  • "I'm better known as Jacqueline in these parts,"

  • she responded with fake cheer in her tone.

  • She thought it was better to not use her name.

  • Before Bethany stood a man about five seven,

  • small in frame with dark brown eyes and straight black hair.

  • He seemed clean, but had an air to him of inner turmoil.

  • No one would've guessed by seeing him in person

  • that he dealt hard synthetic drugs

  • in the confines of the deep web.

  • He had more of an accountant feel to him

  • than a criminal that helped ruin lives.

  • That's not to include everything he

  • did to the women he slept with.

  • They went through the motions of niceties

  • and usual first-date banter.

  • He ordered a macchiato while she

  • pretended to sip on her green tea.

  • She could tell right away that he already

  • had goo-goo eyes for her.

  • She could've suggested that they go anywhere

  • in the world, and he would've followed her.

  • Which is why, to no one's surprise,

  • he excitedly agreed when she

  • asked him to go back to her place.

  • She would drive.

  • Of course, she would not be taking him into her home.

  • She had borrowed one of the rental properties

  • that one of the members of the family owned.

  • A nice, lonely duplex far from anyone that could hear,

  • since the surrounding properties were being remodeled.

  • As they drove from the city, Tony's car,

  • that was the name that she had been given

  • by him, even though it wasn't his true name,

  • was being driven into the bad part of town

  • to be picked apart by the local scrappers in the morning.

  • - [Goon] Nice place you've got here.

  • How long have you lived here?

  • - [Narrator] "Enough with the meaningless chatter.

  • That's not why you came here."

  • - [Goon] "I'm surprised you were willing to meet

  • me on your own when we met in the

  • most vile place on the planet."

  • - [Narrator] He responded, changing the

  • tone of the conversation.

  • He was beginning to sound suspicious.

  • - [Goon] Aren't you afraid I might be

  • some murderer or human trafficker?

  • Those are a dime a dozen in the deep web.

  • Plus, do my inclinations not scare you?

  • - [Narrator] Yes, he was definitely getting suspicious.

  • They would not be able to let him escape,

  • and he would meet his end at the edge of an ax.

  • A beheading was not something she was prepared for.

  • "Oh, I'm sure I've gotten to know enough about you

  • to know I have dealt with worse wolves than you.

  • I was willing to meet you alone because I know

  • that you are no real threat to me."

  • She had now placed her coat on the chair

  • and placed a vial of GHB into her sleeve.

  • She stepped into the kitchen and poured the entire vial

  • into a tiny hole that her now-hiding boyfriend

  • had pre-drilled into the Scotch bottle with a syringe.

  • She knew Tony had a strong affinity for Scotch

  • and would end up drinking it one way or another.

  • "Would you like a glass of Scotch?"

  • She asked while making it a point

  • to show him the empty glasses.

  • He may have been dumb for some things,

  • but she did not want to take any risks that he would

  • sense any reason to be suspicious.

  • The less hassle, the better.

  • - [Goon] The company of a

  • beautiful woman, and a fine Scotch?

  • Who would say no?

  • - [Narrator] He walked towards her

  • and took the bottle from her.

  • - [Goon] I will do the honors of pouring the drinks,

  • since you provided the Scotch.

  • - [Narrator] She knew he was just

  • testing the bottle to see if it was open.

  • He smiled innocently when the seal broke.

  • "If you say so.

  • I made sure to buy the good stuff."

  • They sat on the couch while

  • some jazz played in the background.

  • She thought it would help him give in to the effects

  • of the drug faster, so she could get the charade over with.

  • She did not want it to go any further

  • than the living room, and James would probably

  • kill the guy too soon if he made too much of a move on her.

  • He was listening and watching everything

  • from the guest room through the hidden cameras.

  • He moved in to kiss her, and for the first time

  • that evening she was truly nervous.

  • She thought that hopefully James would just allow

  • it to happen without running in to stab him.

  • She waited a few seconds, to see if he would be

  • entering the room with the ax, but nothing happened.

  • She gently pushed him aside, making her excuses

  • that she needed to go to the restroom.

  • She had had one sip of the glass,

  • and was starting to feel the effects of it,

  • which meant that he had to be passing out soon,

  • since he had had a full glass.

  • Just as she suspected, by the time she returned

  • to the living room, he was unconscious on the couch.

  • James was already busy duct taping his feet

  • over the black bag for easy transport.

  • "We did it, babe," she slurred.

  • - [James] We sure did, but are you feeling okay?

  • You seem a bit unsteady.

  • - [Narrator] "Yeah, I had to take a sip of the Scotch

  • so he would not get suspicious."

  • Down Bethany went onto the couch,

  • barely holding her eyes open.

  • - [James] I'll be back for you in a sec, sweetheart.

  • I have to throw the goods in the car.

  • - [Narrator] He yelled back

  • as he threw Tony's body over his shoulder.

  • As Andrew placed the bag in the trunk, he heard groans

  • coming from within, and noticed some slight movements.

  • In a panic, he picked up the crowbar and brought it down,

  • immediately regretting his decision.

  • He wondered if he had killed the man,

  • and everything would have been a waste.

  • He went back inside for Bethany,

  • and when he placed her in the car,

  • he heard movement in the back.

  • - [James] Great, he's still alive.

  • - [Narrator] He mumbled.

  • Now they just had to drive back to Andrew's house,

  • and everything would be over.

  • Andrew greeted James warmly when he stepped through

  • the threshold of the house with the bag.

  • After everyone was finished with their ritual meal,

  • they made their way into the basement.

  • The wall was covered with plastic tarps.

  • Everyone was ready with their masks in hand.

  • The sacrifice was struggling and moaning beneath

  • the bag that had been placed over his head.

  • Everyone was waiting to take a stab at him

  • as he sat secure to the chair.

  • Andrew's voice boomed out to the crowd,

  • with his usual speech of the importance

  • of the family and the vision behind it all.

  • He asked Bethany to the center,

  • so that she could be the one to initiate the ritual.

  • "Thank you, Andrew, however, I feel, in the

  • spirit of togetherness and humility,

  • that I should give this honor to my partner, James.

  • Under the guise of one looking for a lover,

  • I found this excuse of a human being."

  • She pulled off the bag and forced Tony

  • to look at her anger-filled eyes.

  • "Selling drugs to those seeking to disconnect from

  • this world through the haze of opiates and hallucinogenics.

  • We are here to remind others of their mortality,

  • and what it means to be alive.

  • What is truly important."

  • Tears began to stream down Tony's face.

  • Just then, all of the members placed

  • the burlap masks over their faces.

  • The crudely black spray-painted smiley faces

  • on them made Tony cry even louder.

  • She handed the dagger to James,

  • which he gratefully took with a menacing grin.

  • With one swift thrust, he plunged it into Tony's stomach.

  • His cry was stifled by the rag tied around his mouth.

  • As he stabbed him again, James whispered into his ear.

  • - [James] And this one is for

  • kissing my girlfriend, you douche.

  • - [Narrator] The still weak Bethany stepped behind Tony

  • and pulled his head back so that his eyes met hers.

  • While holding a dagger to his throat, she declared,

  • "this one is for the women you have taken by force.

  • I know everything about you, including your need

  • to destroy the women you sleep with."

  • Everyone joined in on the ritual soon, each one

  • plunging their sharp weapon of choice into the victim.

  • A puddle of blood and a maimed

  • Tony remained after it was over.

  • The faces of the family beamed once the ritual had ended.

  • It had been much too long since their last killing.

  • Now, they had no reason to fear ever

  • having to wait such a long time until the next time.

  • After all, the world needed the reminder

  • that the family provided them with.

  • The deep web was vast enough to provide them

  • with the star of their next sacrifice,

  • and the ones after that.

  • Their chapter of the Sunny Family Cult would never be dry.

  • (metallic echo)

  • (metallic echo)

- [Narrator] "Evening, hon," Bethany chimed.

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