As you all know, my name is Orville Dunworth. A theater troupe, led by Alan (a mean-spirited director), dug me up. I was the life of the party. Using a grimoire, Alan began a seance to raise the dead. Though the original intent of the ritual may have been intended solely as a joke, Alan appears disappointed that his efforts received no response except from the mockings of cast member Val. Afterwards the party continues and Alan goes to extremes to degrade the actors, using the my corpse for his own sick jokes. The dead return and force the troupe to take refuge in the old house. They must decide whether it's best to stay put until day, provided the old house holds up against the undead onslaught, try to all flee through the pitch black cemetery and forest to the boat, or have one person brave the obstacle in hopes that they can bring back help in time.
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