Fear the Woods (2017) s01e10 Episode Script

The vast
North American wilderness
is home to evil forces
thought only to exist
in nightmares
Aaaaah!
But the terrible creatures
that roam here
are all too real.
Some blood-chilling horrors
that stalk the forest
are birthed
in its darkest corners.
Go, go, go, go!
Others
Travis!
Quit playing around,
man. Get back here.
Are just visiting.
Ah!
Travis!
The last thing I remember
was this numbing shock.
Aaaaah!
Stunning sort of a feeling,
very powerful.
Stay away from me!
I was just outta my mind
with fear,
just screamin' the whole time.
I'll tear it apart!
I'll kill you!
It was like
a silent horror film.
Then everything went black.
Aaaaah!
November 5, 1975.
I mark time by that, you know?
It marked the end of my life,
as I knew it,
and the beginning of life
as I have been forced
to accept it.
I realize that I can't
escape it.
The highest point
of this remote forest
sits at 7,000 feet
above sea level
and is known
as the Mogollon Rim.
Loggers have worked
that area for many years
and so have stories to tell
of strange beings
that stalk this land.
A lot of other people
had seen things.
I had heard stories, from
other loggers, of creatures.
They called it
the Mogollon monster,
named after the
Mogollon Rim area.
This guy was with a crew.
He looked over
and he saw this creature
rise up from behind a log,
look right at him,
turned, and walked away.
And he was adamant that what
he'd seen was no other animal
you would encounter
in these woods.
There were stories
in the newspaper
about cattle mutilation,
ritualistic-looking.
The oldest mutilation recorded
was in the 1600s.
There was 100 sheep
that mysteriously
had their innards removed
without any flaw to their
skin or their fleece.
Tonight, Travis Walton
and his crew
are driving
down an old logging road,
heading home after a long day
of work on the fabled rim.
It's hard, sweaty, dirty work,
and you really wanna hit
the shower at the end of a day.
- Smoke?
- Nah.
- Come on.
- Nah.
Suit yourself.
The road we were drivin' on
was really rough
and, you know,
it was just, you know,
more of a track than a road
and you'd really have
to slow down
and pick your way across it,
just to keep from scraping
the underside of the truck.
We were 15 miles
from the nearest town.
And, now, Travis senses
they're not the only ones
on this deserted road.
Hey.
You guys see that?
What the heck is that?
I don't know.
The first thing I recall seeing
was just some little glimmers
of light through the trees.
You just normally don't
encounter any kinda light
in the forest at night.
It's usually pretty pitch-black.
You think you think maybe
a plane went down or?
- A plane?
- Well, I don't know.
It was such a remote area that,
to even encounter
another vehicle
was not that common.
It wasn't fitting in with any
of the casual explanations
that, you know,
immediately came to mind.
Could this be the Moon?
No, the Moon's over here.
Could this be, you know,
somebody camping there,
deer season, or whatever?
But the light was coming
from higher
than where
ground level would be.
The closer we got, there was
a break in the trees ahead,
to where some of this light
was shining across the road.
What is that?
I have no idea.
It was definitely somethin'
out of the ordinary.
Just drive, man.
Unh.
- Travis.
- What are you?
Travis, what
Travis, what are you doin'?
Travis.
Travis!
- Okay.
I'm fine, Mike!
Leave me alone!
My action was pretty alarming
to the rest of the crew.
- What is he doing?
- I don't know.
Travis!
Travis, come on!
Damn it.
Tra-Travis!
Travis, get back here!
I was just awestruck,
just astonished.
It was just sort of frightening
and beautiful, at the same time.
The closer I got,
the more I became aware
of the sound it was making.
Travis!
Travis!
Come on!
It was a fairly strange
mixture of really high
and really low tones
that went off the range
of human hearing
on the high and the low end.
Something's not right, man!
You gotta get back to the truck!
I had a slowly growing awareness
of the danger I was in.
It was a clearly defined,
metallic,
shiny object giving off
light and energy
and it was a very imposing sight
and, no doubt about it,
this is a spaceship.
The same thing that draws
aliens to our planet
is the same thing that
draws us to others:
exploration, curiosity,
sustainability of life.
That's why we go.
It would make sense as to why
they're visiting here.
Travis!
Quit playing around, man.
Get back here.
The crew were swearin' at me,
callin' me crazy,
you know, tellin' me
to get back in the truck.
And
I wish I had.
What happened next
was so unexpected.
It's been theorized that aliens
prefer remote areas
because they don't wanna
attract attention.
Whatever it is that
they're doing,
they would wanna do that
in a less-populated area.
Travis Walton and his coworkers
are driving down
a deserted logging road
I don't like this, man.
Just keep driving.
What What?
When he feels compelled
to leave them
and walk toward
the mysterious light.
Come on, man.
Travis, come on, man!
This was the quintessential
disc shape,
two pie pans put lip-to-lip
with a dome on top,
a saucer shape.
What do we do?
Travis!
They call to me
to get back in the truck,
using some rather
colorful language.
Come on, man!
Get back to the truck!
I was just taking this in
with astonishment,
but, you know, the crew guys,
they said it looked to them like
I was under outside control.
Don't get closer, man!
Come on!
This thing was giving off light,
but the surface itself
was like glass,
like it was all one surface.
The sound was so high that,
when you turn your head,
you can't really be sure of the
direction it's coming from;
and the low end was something
you like feel in your body
as much as hear with your ear.
Oh, man.
Oh! Agh!
Travis!
It suddenly got louder.
Aah!
Aah! Agh.
Travis!
Aah!
Aa-aah!
Travis!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I just dove for cover
and I jumped into a crouch
behind this log.
- Travis!
- And the crew was
- Travis!
- Yellin', swearin, at me
to get back in the truck
because they wanted to just
get the hell outta there.
It's not funny, man.
Get back to the car.
And I quickly decided
to run for the truck.
Travis, come on!
Hurry!
Get back here!
So, when I stood up,
that triggered some kind
of a discharge.
Oh! Travis!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaah!
Whatever it was,
there was a blast of energy
that came out of the bottom
of that craft.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaah!
It felt like
Kind of like I'd been hit.
If you've ever been
tackled, blindsided,
when you didn't see it comin',
at the same time, feeling quite
a bit like an electric shock.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaah!
It was so violent,
it threw me through the air,
some of them said 10 feet,
some of them said 20 feet,
but, when my body
hit the ground,
they said it was like
a sack of meat,
like there wasn't a bone
in my body.
Oh.
And the guys said
they could feel the
vibration in the truck.
Just go, go.
They were certain
it had killed me.
He's dead. He's dead.
No!
He's dead. He's dead.
He's dead.
The last thing I remember
was this sense of brightness,
but it was almost immediately
I was unconscious.
A numbing sort of a shock,
a stunning sort of a feeling,
very powerful.
Fearing for their lives,
Travis's coworkers get out
of there as fast as they can.
I think the crew
did the smartest thing.
If they saw somebody get killed,
why should they risk their lives
to save somebody
they believe is already dead?
I mean, it was so violent
and so obvious to them
that it had killed me
that I don't blame them
for takin' off.
They are the lucky ones.
For Travis, the horror
is only just beginning.
Compelled to investigate
a UFO in the remote forest,
Travis Walton
ignores his friends' pleas
to return to the truck
and pays the price.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaah!
Aaaaaaaaaaah!
- Travis!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaah!
The intensity of the fear
that I was experiencing
right before I was hit,
you know, did have me really
thinking just about how foolish
what I had done really was.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaah!
I didn't really have time
to reflect on the implications
of what was happening.
Aaaaaaaaah!
Aaaaaaah!
He's dead.
Travis!
He's dead. He's dead.
No!
He's dead. He's dead.
He's dead.
His colleagues barely
escape the same fate.
When the crew got a little
better grip on themselves,
they were really, you know,
having a really frantic
discussion about what to do.
We gotta go back.
We gotta go back
for him. Aggh!
Mike said to the crew,
"Look, we gotta go back,"
and they were gonna
stay together
and so they all went back.
His greatest fear was what
my body was gonna look like
because of the violence
of that blast.
Was I even gonna be
in one piece?
It was such a powerful thing.
You see him?
Travis.
Travis!
Footprints, footprints.
They were able
to locate the spot.
Travis!
Mike could see where
my footprints
had gone up towards this craft,
so they knew they were
in the right spot,
but they yelled,
with the hope that
maybe I would just,
you know, have been nearby
and maybe, you know,
recovered from being stunned
and could, you know,
come to their calls.
But that wasn't happening.
They debated whether to go
to the authorities
and some of them did not want
to involve the authorities
'cause they felt like
"Nobody's gonna believe.
This is incredible.
Nobody's gonna believe this."
They have no idea just how far
away Travis actually is.
When I first regained
consciousness,
I was in a lotta pain.
I was disoriented.
I really didn't know
where I was.
I was on a raised surface
'cause the ceiling
was close to me.
But, even though
there was a light there,
wasn't all that bright,
it hurt to open my eyes
and look at the light.
And my vision was blurry
and I felt, above all,
like I was suffocating.
I couldn't breathe.
I kept breathing hard
and it hurt.
I felt something
was very wrong inside.
I felt mortally wounded,
in a serious, serious way,
like "Something's wrong here."
And I could hear the sounds
of movement around me
and I just thought, "Well, they
took me to the hospital and,
you know,
these are the doctors."
Doctor.
But he quickly realizes
he is not in a hospital.
Hello.
I knew there was something
lyin' across my chest.
I could hardly move.
This suffocating feeling,
I think,
was most of where
the panic came from.
I could make out the faces of
what I thought were the doctors,
but when I could finally focus,
I could see I was lookin'
into the face of this creature.
And, boom, I knew
where I was then.
I was taken aboard
the spaceship.
Get away from me!
That just freaked me out.
I just instantly had a shot
of adrenaline that,
it brought me the rest
of the way awake
and I was in fight-or-flight
kind of a mode.
Help!
Help!
I was in total panic,
total hysteria.
Help!
Travis.
Travis left his colleagues
in their truck
and walked towards a spaceship.
There are multiple accounts
of the same thing
from people
from all over the world,
people that do not
know each other,
do not live
in the same cultures,
and they're all looking up.
They're all seeing things
in the sky,
so it would be naive of us
to think that we're alone
in the universe.
Aaaaaaah!
Travis!
Aaaaaaah!
Now, he has been abducted
and is surrounded by aliens.
Help!
Get away from me!
-The feeling of feeling trapped,
-Help.
The feeling of unknown,
in terms of
what's gonna happen to me,
am I dying, you know,
what are these creatures
gonna do to me?
Help.
No one can hear his screams.
His coworkers rush
to the police.
Please, you gotta believe us.
But they don't buy the story.
It's exactly what
the loggers feared.
It took our friend.
The emotional impact was
still fresh in their faces
and, you know, some of 'em
were still cryin'.
The sheriff knew something
really serious had happened
Is that so?
Yeah.
It's the truth.
What, what, you don't
You don't think we had
something to do with it?
But he began to suspect
that they had murdered me,
that there had been some kind
of a fight out there
Tell me the truth.
No, we didn't do anything.
It wasn't me.
It It wasn't us.
And that this was just
the craziest cover story
for a disappearance of a man.
You know what?
Why don't we just go
to the station
and let the lie
detector find out?
No, we were telling the truth!
I swear to you!
I know. I know. Okay.
We're gonna go find out.
Meanwhile, Travis is
fighting for his life.
The overwhelming impression,
at the time,
was one of total fear,
total threat.
I needed to move
and move quickly
and it wasn't working very well.
Ah.
The pain I felt was centered
in my head and chest
and it seemed to be
a little bit associated
with the need to breathe,
the impaired ability
to get oxygen.
And, when my arm
contacted this being,
it felt much lighter
and softer than I expected.
They were pursuing me.
They were reaching for me.
Help!
Get away from me!
He gets himself off the table,
but the danger only escalates.
I was just basically just
outta my mind with fear,
just screamin' the whole time.
Get away from me!
No!
Just screamin' in fear.
- Stay away!
- And it seemed to work.
No!
No, okay, stay away!
I backed up
and I bumped into a shelf
with some instruments
laid out there.
I just grabbed the biggest
thing I could find
and started flailing
through the air
No!
I said stay away!
Screaming threats to keep
'em from coming any closer.
I'll tear you apart!
It doesn't work for long.
Go back!
Stay away.
I'll kill you.
Stay back!
Ah!
I'll kill you!
They stopped,
and then this stare.
Just momentarily, they were
all three starin' at me
and they had huge eyes,
so, I felt this penetrating
gaze that just
It just gave me a real
squirmy feeling in my head.
I've had over 40 years
to think about
why they look the way they look
and why I reacted
the way I reacted.
People claim that they have
the ability to control people,
mind control, telepathy,
that maybe that's what
that stare was doing.
But, for whatever reason,
that stare, that gaze,
I felt very uncomfortable
and that was the focus
of my nightmares
in the aftermath.
It's been theorized that aliens
possess the technology
to use telekinesis
or mind control.
If an alien race is able
to control the mind,
they would be able
to control our thoughts.
Aah!
They put this mask on my face.
It's just like an oxygen mask.
You had some kinda gas
that they were givin' me.
It didn't hurt.
I just blacked out real quickly.
Go back! Stay away!
Travis has been
abducted by aliens
Stay back! Ah!
Stay back!
And his feeble attempt
at escape has failed.
Aah!
The Native Americans had
a long tradition of interaction
with what they called
the Sky People,
going back so far
as to be depicted
in these rock drawings,
petroglyphs.
The ancient astronaut theory
has been said to be able to go
as far back
as Ancient Mesopotamian,
Sumerian, or Babylonian times.
Everyone's been looking up.
There is evidence of sky gods,
people coming from the
heavens down below.
It's been around for thousands
and thousands of years.
Our ancestors believe
we came from the sky
and we haven't stopped
looking since.
With no sign
of Travis, police suspect
his coworkers have killed him.
Well, what have we here?
Up here!
Bring the shovel.
A suspicion that deepens
when they discover
what could be
a hastily dug grave.
You know, it really
doesn't make sense.
Why would anybody make up
that kind of a story?
The reason the dogs could not
find any trail leading
away from the clearing
is because I did not walk
away from the clearing,
that I was taken aboard.
There's nothin' here.
While the search
for Travis continues,
his terrible ordeal
aboard the spaceship
comes to a sudden end.
Aa-aah!
Ah!
When I regained consciousness,
I looked to see where
the light was coming from,
but just as I turned to look,
the light went out
and then there was a metallic,
reflective surface there
that was unlit before it
shot up into the sky.
The memory of the panic
that I had been experienced
and the face of these
strange creatures,
you know,
was uppermost in my mind.
Those little pieces of memory,
they came back as kinda like
dream fragments,
but, even though it was dark,
there was a sense of relief
that this was freedom.
I recognized this stretch
of road,
been there many, many times,
and I could see the lights
of the town down below
and so I just ran
in that direction
tried to get some help.
Help me!
Help me!
And, if there was anybody
in there, they didn't come.
So I ran on down.
I came to some phone booths.
Operator.
And, in this part of the
country, at that time,
you could just pick up the phone
and talk to the operator
and make a phone call, so,
I didn't even have
to put a dime in.
And I made a collect call.
He calls his family,
but he doesn't get
the reaction he expects.
Please, you gotta help me.
Who is this?
What do you want?
My family were thinking
that I'd been killed.
It's me!
They'd been getting
all these prank calls
and they were just
fed up with it
and my brother thought
this was another one.
But I yelled, "It's me!
It really is me!"
and he understood, then,
that this this was for real.
And so he says, "I'll get your
brother and come and getcha."
And I hung up.
I must have collapsed.
Only when he's taken home
does Travis realize
how long he's been missing.
I had no idea how much
time had gone by.
My brother realized
that I was thinking
that this was still the same
night, and so he goes,
"Travis, you've been gone
for five days,"
and that was such a shock.
I had no idea about the crew
going to the sheriff
or this massive manhunt
that went on for days.
I just knew what I'd experienced
and the trauma of that
and I'd been trying
to get it out.
I couldn't finish a sentence.
I was just so racked with fear
and that continued
for some time.
He was able to share
his actual encounter with me.
His story is incredible.
To date, Travis Walton
and the crew
have taken 10 polygraph tests
and have passed every single one
and they all believe
that this has happened.
Some say aliens have been
visiting this planet
for millennia
and Travis is not the only one
who has driven into the woods
and encountered mysterious
beings from another world.
Aaaah!
Even looking back on it now,
17, 18 years later,
I can't think of any
explanation for what I saw.
I can try and rationalize it
every way I can
and nothing can explain what it
was I witnessed that night.
I still get a little creeped
out, thinking about it.
Aaah!
In 1999, Richard Parks heads
out for a camping trip,
thinking it's just going
to be a casual getaway
with some buddies.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I never had a feeling
or sense about anything
out of the ordinary
at that campground before.
It was always just
a fun place to go
and hang out with friends
and be outdoors.
It had been two years since
I had been to the campgrounds
and I had forgotten which turn
that I needed to take
to get to the campground.
And so, at one point, I had
to pull over and consult my map.
Yeah, I must've missed
a turn here somewhere.
All right.
Here we go.
This is the spot.
Ah!
Told ya I knew where it was.
After we arrived
at our destination,
we set up our camp,
pitched our tents.
Nothing seemed
out of the ordinary.
Nothing struck me as odd,
until later on that night.
All right, guys.
That's it for me.
I'm hittin' this hay.
Good night.
That night, after everyone
had retired for the night,
I got up.
I had a strange urge
to go walking.
It probably wasn't the brightest
idea in the world, to go out,
'cause I don't recall being
armed, other than a knife.
I wasn't prepared
for what I found
as I hiked
up that trail that night.
It did seem like something
wanted me to go up the canyon,
like I was probably being drawn.
I'd have to describe it as
an uncontrollable restlessness,
the need to go somewhere.
A lot of alien-encounter stories
are accompanied
by unexplained movements
or unexplained wandering
into unfamiliar areas
in the middle of the night.
Suddenly, Richard discovers
he's been drawn
into a mysterious part
of the woods.
It is common that people
are randomly activated
through telekinesis,
mind control, or telepathy.
I had probably hiked
for about a mile.
The Moon wasn't offering
much light.
It was very dark.
It was very still.
There didn't seem like there was
even any nightlife
going on at all.
I crossed a clearing,
off to my left,
of the trees, that allowed me
to see down into the canyon
and I noticed, as I was
approaching the clearing,
that there was some light
down in the canyon.
I wasn't sure what I was seeing.
It wasn't moving.
It was just a steady glow,
almost like someone
had built a fire in the canyon,
but there was no flickering.
It was just a steady glow.
As I came into full view
of the clearing,
there were what appeared
to be people down there,
standing in a circle.
There were two pairs,
facing each other.
They're wearing dark robes,
full length, with hoods.
The beings standing,
facing each other
with their arms
outstretched above them
to kinda form like a Y-shape
with their body.
The thoughts going through
my mind as I'm seeing this is
I've stumbled across some form
of ritual or another.
Yet, he soon realizes
that this is something
even more bizarre and terrifying
and that the figures before him
aren't people,
but entities not of this world.
The glow that I was seeing,
surrounding their
outstretched hands
and then forming a beam
stretching above their heads.
It may be some sort of a power
or energy source.
It may actually have properties
that is drawing
the individual towards it.
Upon approaching them,
I didn't feel like
I was in any kind of danger.
I wasn't really scared.
I couldn't see any faces
in the hoods.
The glow that they had
down there
was illuminating everything
they were doing,
but I saw no faces.
Richard feels he is safe,
as long as they don't see him.
But they do.
Aaaaaaah!
A mysterious force
drew Richard Parks
from his tent
to a clearing in a canyon.
It appears as if this
gentleman was activated,
or led and lured to a specific
spot away from the camp.
And he's been led to where
extraterrestrial beings
are performing a strange ritual.
I saw the being's hood
tilt up towards me
and, after a moment or two,
all three of the others
turned towards me
and that's when I realized that
they all knew I was there.
I remember the feeling
of danger that overcame me.
Being there, in that situation,
with nothing but a blade on me
probably contributed
to the feeling of fright
that I had been overcome with
upon being noticed.
Their attention was now on me.
But Richard can't seem
to find the will to move,
let alone reach for his knife.
I couldn't go anywhere.
If the notion had occurred to me
to run, I wasn't able to.
I couldn't really tell if it
was them holding me in place
or if it was the fear
holding me in place.
It was like
a silent horror film.
Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aa-aah!
Aah! Aa-aah!
Aah!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Aaah!
Aaaaaaaaaaah!
Then everything went black.
When I woke up that morning,
I was partially clothed.
I didn't have my boots on;
I didn't have my shirt on,
but I still had my jeans on.
It seemed strange
because I didn't remember
taking anything off.
I couldn't remember hiking
down the canyon.
I couldn't remember coming back
into the campground.
I didn't remember getting
into my sleeping bag.
I couldn't remember
any part of the trip back.
I felt like the things
that I had seen
could've been responsible
for putting me back
and making me forget.
But, at the same time,
it didn't make sense
because why would
I still remember them?
Their hands were like this.
This big light.
I had told the two friends
that I had come up with
what happened during the night
and we all kinda got
thoroughly creeped out by it.
Whether they believed me,
or not, it was never apparent,
but it creeped them out
enough, and myself,
that we didn't even stick
around for breakfast.
We took down our tents,
packed up our supplies,
got in the truck, and left.
I look back at what happened
that night every once in a while
as I'm flipping
through old drawings
and old books
that I kept over the years.
Nothing can explain what it was
I witnessed that night,
aside from some form of ritual
that I'd stumbled upon.
Those who have encountered
beings from out of this world
never forget the experience,
as Travis Walton
knows all too well.
The recovery process
was very slow
and, you know, every night
was a nightmare
of returning to the vision
of those eyes staring,
boring into me.
It slowly very slowly;
it took years.
It was very hard to deal with,
very hard to cope with.
Is there any ongoing
sort of thing?
Are they gonna come back?
You know, that's a very
haunting feeling.
When it comes to alien
encounters and experiences,
it's easily comparable
to post-traumatic stress.
It's equivalent to a soldier
who's come home from war.
It's traumatizing.
This really does happen.
It's real.
And it's been a long,
slow process,
adapting to try to make
just surviving it
become something
more positive, if I can.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaah!