Warning: This story contains Scenes of Graphic Violence and Gore, Strong Language, and Scenes of Sexual Nature. “I’ve read about this kind of stuff before, even seen it in black and white photos from the newspaper. But I never thought something like this can happen in real life. Just bodies… so many of them. People I knew, People I spoke to. I heard from someone that this was some sort of weapon testing from the army. But that doesn’t explain the dreams and those strange people.” During a night of drinking and heartbreak, Franklin steps outside of his local pub for a cigarette.  Trying to piece his life back together one inhale at a time, he is unaware as a red Volkswagen pulls up beside him. Inside, a woman and she politely ask for directions. Franklin peers into the car and notices the woman is rather beautiful and seems well-mannered but more importantly, he doesn’t recognize her. Everyone on the Island knows each other. With a population of less than 300, a new face is easy to distinguish. Thinking that this might be a new opportunity for romance, he happily gives her direction, but something doesn’t seem right about this woman. She refuses to give Franklin her name, and her car doesn’t have any luggage. The boats stop running after 6, he would’ve seen a bright red Volkswagen driving around the small town earlier in the day. Where did this woman come from? Why is she driving through the outskirts of the island around midnight? The woman asks if Franklin can get in the car and give directions to her destination. Nervously, Franklin declines her and the woman understandingly says goodbye. The red paint of her car shines off the moonlight as she drives away into the darkness. Leaving Franklin on the side of the road and in regret, if he wasn’t so cautious of her, he could’ve gotten to know her. Something was genuinely unnerving about this woman to Franklin, but he wasn’t close to comprehending what kind of horrifying fate would befall if he took that ride. The psychological and emotional torment begins at the stroke of midnight on the full moon of September 15th, 1974. The small Island community of St. Anthony experience the same dream that night. A man, a boat and a mention of a festival.