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Whispers of the Midnight Whistler: A Tale from Blackthorn Hollow
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What happens when a retired wrestler
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turned bounty hunter takes on Virginia
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Comic-Con with a stopwatch? Brutus Kain.
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The Iron Wolf accepts the wildest
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challenge yet, the 60-second cosplay
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gauntlet. One minute full walkthrough.
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Zero breaks in character. He storms past
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Jedi, dodges Deadpools, tosses out dry
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oneliners like, "That's not a
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lightsaber. This is a lightsaber." Fans
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cheer. Cameras roll. He's a machine
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until he locks eyes with a nervous kid
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in cardboard armor. Brutus stops. Time
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still ticking. The Iron Wolf kneels and
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says, "You look ready for battle."
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The kid beams. Stopwatch hits 60.
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Challenge failed. But the moment,
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legendary. Catch Brutus and the madness
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set sixth at Virginia Comic-Con Richmond
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Raceway, 11:00 a.m. sharp. Don't miss
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the cosplay contest or the heart beneath
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the armor.
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[Music]
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Gather around the fire, friends, and let
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the shadows draw close. This isn't a
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story for the faint of heart. So, if
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you're prone to nightmares, you might
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want to plug your ears. But if you're
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brave enough, listen well, because this
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tale is whispered only in the deepest
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folds of the woods, where the stars
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barely pierce the canopy, and the wind
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carries secrets older than the trees.
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This is the story of the midnight
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Whistler, and it begins in a place not
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far from here, a place called
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Blackthornne Hollow. Blackthornne Hollow
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was a forgotten speck of a town, nestled
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in a valley where the pines grew so
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dense they seemed to choke out the sun.
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The folks there were hearty, the kind
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who didn't scare easy, but even they
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avoided the old logging trail that wound
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up into the hills. It was a path marked
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by gnarled roots and moss slick stones,
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and at its end stood a crumbling cabin,
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abandoned since the days when the
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railroad was still a dream. The locals
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called it the Whistller's den, and they
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swore that anyone who lingered there
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past sundown would hear it, a low,
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mournful whistle that slithered through
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the trees, calling you deeper into the
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dark.
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The story starts with four friends,
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Laya, Marcus, Ethan, and Sarah, who
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thought they knew better than the old
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tales. They were city kids, college
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freshmen, looking for a thrill during
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fall break. They'd heard the rumors
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about Blackthorn Hollow from a gas
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station clerk with a lazy eye and a
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voice like gravel. "Don't go poking
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around that trail," he'd warned,
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spitting tobacco into a cracked coffee
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mug. The Whistler don't take kindly to
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trespassers.
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But the friends laughed it off. They
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wanted adventure, a story to tell when
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they got back to campus. So with a
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backpack full of beer, a tent, and a
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cheap flashlight, they set out for the
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hollow. The trail was as eerie as the
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clerk had promised. The air grew colder
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with every step, and the trees seemed to
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lean in, their branches clawing at the
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sky. By the time they reached the cabin,
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the sun was sinking fast, painting the
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world in shades of bruised purple. The
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cabin itself was a husk, rotted planks,
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a cavedin roof, and windows like empty
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eye sockets. Ethan, the boldest of the
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group, kicked the door open, sending a
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cloud of dust swirling into the
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twilight. "This is it?" he scoffed.
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"This place is about as scary as my
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grandma's attic." But Laya wasn't so
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sure. She felt at first, a prickling at
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the back of her neck, like someone was
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watching from the trees. She kept
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glancing over her shoulder, but there
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was nothing, just the endless stretch of
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forest swallowing the last of the light.
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They set up camp a few yards from the
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cabin, building a fire that sputtered in
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the damp air. Marcus cracked open a beer
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and started telling ghost stories, but
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his voice faltered when a distant owl
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hooted, sharp and sudden. Sarah
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shivered, pulling her jacket tighter.
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Maybe we should head back, she said.
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This place feels wrong. "Don't be a
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baby," Ethan teased, tossing a stick
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into the fire. "But even he fell silent
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when the first whistle came. It was
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faint at first, so soft they thought it
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was the wind. A low, lilting tune, like
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someone blowing across the mouth of a
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bottle. It drifted from the direction of
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the cabin, curling through the air like
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smoke. Laya froze, her marshmallow
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falling into the flames. "Did you hear
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that?" she whispered. "It's just the
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wind," Marcus said. But his voice was
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tight. The whistle came again, clearer
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now. A melody that seemed to shift and
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twist, never settling on a single note.
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It wasn't a song you'd hum. It was too
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strange, too uneven, like it was being
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played by someone who didn't know how to
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stop.
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Ethan grabbed the flashlight and pointed
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it toward the cabin. The beam caught the
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edge of a broken window, but beyond it,
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there was only darkness.
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Let's check it out, he said, standing
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up. Sarah grabbed his arm, her eyes
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wide. Are you crazy? You heard what the
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clerk said. It's probably some hobo
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messing with us, Ethan replied, shaking
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her off. Against their better judgment,
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the others followed, drawn by the same
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key.
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