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LUCAS (O.S.) (Whisper) Hold still.

The GoPro, now lying on its side, captures a slice of the cave ceiling. Stalactites like broken teeth.

“You came to my house. You brought the eye. Now the eye belongs to me.” Malibu Horror Story

The cave isn’t a cave. It’s a groin . A split in the earth where the sandstone wept for a million years. The air smells of iron and something sweet—rotten jasmine.

Chase drops the flare.

In the back seat, JENNA (21, sharp, over it) scrolls her phone. The signal is already gone.

They hold still. The fourth shadow does not. LUCAS (O

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It moves like a stop-motion puppet. Jerky. Wrong. It has too many joints. It slides across the cave floor, up the opposite wall, and presses out . Not a shadow anymore. A thing. Tall. Lean. Its face is a stretched Kenneth Anger fever dream: a silent film actress caught in a projector fire, melting and smiling. “You came to my house

CHASE (To camera) Dude, this is it. The actual Zuma Canyon Witch . Not the bullshit the tourists get.

In select caves. Forever.