Some towns are better left dead.

At 12am, August 1st, 1975, the town of Stokebridge, Wisconsin held 232 residents.

Twenty-four hours later, it was a ghost town.

Morris Stanhope woke up at midnight on that humid August morning, and before the day was over, the town would be decimated. Murdered one by one by Morris Stanhope. The few who survived his rampage were quickly relocated across the country and sworn to secrecy. The town was soon wiped off the map as if it never existed. Morris Stanhope became a footnote. A myth.

Now, nearly fifty years later, a child tells a terrifying story in class. A man named Morris Stanhope went out in the early hours of August 1st, 1975 and murdered over two hundred people in a single day. A man whose specter still haunts the town in which he once lived. It's a story that was told to him by his grandfather. A man who grew up in Stokebridge. A man who survived Morris Stanhope.

When a group of ghost hunters with a failing podcast get wind of the story, they set out to find this haunted town and expose all of its secrets. To prove the myth of Morris Stanhope is real. But what they uncover eclipses their most terrifying nightmares.

Because this long-forgotten town is more than rundown buildings and quiet nights. More than the ambience of a time long since buried.

They are about to uncover the truth about the town known as Stokebridge and discover that some towns are better left dead.