It was all hollows eve when a group of friends decided to trespass on the Roanoke Colony Museum. Their goal, to stay the night after the museum closed. Of course they had nothing to fear. After all there were only rumors that circulated through out the area that the museum grounds were haunted by the spirits of the lost colonist. Strange disappearances, and even the sounds of screams were said to be a common occurrence around the island. Of course this is all simply here say, and not at all truth..or is it?<br/><br/>"Guys are you sure we aren't going to get caught?"<br/><br/>Called out Julie as she and her friends watched the last car cross over the bridge connecting the island to the main land.<br/><br/>" Hell yeah! That was the security guard's car! We are here all alone.."<br/><br/>Commented Thomas, who had been carrying his bag filled with "supplies" for the night.<br/><br/>Matthew, the one and only black friend of the group had brought with him his own assortment of "supplies" for the camp out.<br/><br/>"That's whats up nigga, just the 5 of us here all alone...waiting out the night with some "inspiration" for some good times ahead."<br/><br/>The other two friends, Angela and Marcus, a heavenly endowed bimbo and a overly drugged stoner weren't far behind.<br/><br/>"I swear if this turns out to be some crappy, bug infested lame **** party like last time. I am totally out!" Angela complained as she hurried up towards the group with her own bag in hand.<br/><br/>Marcus was already high on some strong drugs as he responded in an laxed tone. "Calm down dude, this place is legit. I have heard there has been some freaky parties here.."<br/><br/>"CUT!!"<br/><br/>Screamed out the Director as they stood up from their chair.<br/><br/>"Damn it Emma! Your not showing enough cleavage in that damn shirt! Your suppose to be playing the role of the slutty "hot chick" Not the damn conservative heroine!"<br/><br/>Emma turned around and gave the Director a middle finger. " ***** YOU Marty! If I show anymore cleavege, this would be consider a porno!"<br/><br/>Marty smirked and gave her an condescending glare.  "Yeah, well you should know! You are then queen of those!"<br/><br/>This was the common attitude on set. For weeks now the constant cut takes, and emotional backlash of actors with the crew had caused this "easy b horror film". To become a flesh and blood nightmare for all involved. If it wasn't Director Marty Roberts taking out his frustration on the actors. It was the actors acting like spoilied children as they complained about their parts.<br/><br/>"It's supposed to be called The Witching Hour 3. Not night of the living stuck up actor!"<br/><br/>It didn't help that behind the scenes a real thriller had been a constant threat to production.<br/><br/>Crew members were coming up missing in the weeks before. Some were never found, those that were.<br/><br/>There wasn't much left to identify.<br/><br/>The studio though couldn't cancel production. They had already sunk in too much money.<br/><br/>The only option was to hire some "trustworthy" folks to handle the situation in a professional manner.<br/><br/>Those "professionals" was a small detachment of Templar, and a Agent who could handle the case.