History Recap / AreYouAfraidOfTheDarkSeason7TheTaleOfTheSilverSightPart1

* AdultFear: Gary and Tucker’s grandfather dies of a heart attack. His widow is then badly shaken by a break-in.

* CallBack:

Through the trees approaches a young man… it’s Gary! By the trees, he fondly surveys the old meeting spot. With its back to him, a small figure stands before the fire.
-->'''Gary:''' Hey! How about letting an old timer sit in tonight?
-->'''Waif Kid:''' ....
-->'''Gary:''' It’s cool - I’m Tucker’s brother. I used to run these meetings… Looks like you’ve changed things a little bit! When I was here, w-

The figure whirls around. Above its jacket and cravat is the deathly pale, sunken face of a living, black-eyed corpse. Its feral maw emits a deep growl.

Gary turns and runs. From behind a tree pops his grandfather, who fretfully beseeches his help…

In the darkness of his bedroom, Gary wakes to a ring of his bedside telephone. He picks it up.

-->'''Gary:''' Hello…? Hi, Grandma… no, it’s okay, I was awake, sort of. What’s up? … ''Oh, no''...

In a rocking chair on her front porch, Grandma Aggie quietly weeps.

Gary arrives.

-->'''Gary:''' … Hi.
-->'''Grandma Aggie:''' He was sitting here, just yesterday. Watching the kids play ball in the street. Gene got such a kick out of that. ''{Gary sits and takes her hand}'' It’s amazing how quickly things can change.
-->'''Gary:''' But… Gramps wasn’t even sick. What happened?
-->'''Grandma Aggie:''' He came home, upset about something. I’ve never seen him in such a state. He was angry, and frightened. I tried to calm him down, but he was all wound up, and… his heart wasn’t strong enough to take it.
-->'''Gary:''' What was he so upset about?
-->'''Grandma Aggie:''' I don’t know… But he said… it had something to do with you.

Inside the house, Grandma Aggie takes a leather bound-album.

-->'''Grandma Aggie:''' He was desperate to tell you something. Your Grandfather Gene was a wonderful man. He loved to tell stories, and laugh at silly things. He wasn’t often serious, but when he was… I always listened. And he was very serious about making sure that you got this.

From the album, she takes a neatly folded piece of yellowing paper, and hands it to Gary. Inside, Gary finds a jagged fragment of black vinyl.

Near its pointed edge, Gary finds the message "listen to the music."

Grandma Aggie prompts him to read the message in the paper.

In the hallway, someone approaches.

-->'''Tucker:''' Grandma…? I came as soon as I heard.
-->'''Grandma Aggie:''' Tucker! ''{they hug}'' I’m glad you did.

Gary reads the message. He suddenly frowns.

-->'''Gary:''' It’s my dream…!
-->'''Tucker:''' What dream?
-->'''Gary:''' Grandma, I need some time to figure this out. I’ll be back later, alright? ''{kisses her cheek}''. Come on, Tuck.

With a final word to his grandmother, Tucker follows.

Walking briskly along the leaf-strewn lawn, the brothers confer.

-->'''Gary:''' Do you have a meeting tonight?
-->''Tucker:''' Yeah, but I’ll cancel -
-->'''Gary:''' Don’t. I need to be there. ‘’{hands Tucker the record fragment}’’ Deal with this. It might tell us why Grandpa Gene died.

…

That night, at the clearing, Gary joins the current Midnight Society.

-->'''Quin:''' So… your grandfather started the Midnight Society?
-->'''Gary:''' Nineteen thirty-seven. He and four friends cleared these woods, made the fire ring, and built the storyteller’s chair.
-->'''Tucker:''' There’s been a Midnight Society coming out here ever since.
-->'''Andy:''' Wow, that’s a lot of stories.
-->'''Gary:''' Just before he died, Gramps wrote down a story. His last. And it’s the most amazing story the Midnight Society’s ever going to hear. He began it over sixty years ago. And it’s still not finished.
-->'''Tucker:''' He wants us to finish it.
-->'''Gary:''' It’s about five best friends, who got this charm from a magic shop.
-->'''Andy:''' Like the Magic Mansion!
-->'''Gary:''' Yeah, sort of. They thought it was a good luck piece, but they soon found out the only luck this charm had was bad luck. The charm was called the Silver Sight, and it held a powerful black magic. When they found out, the friends tried to get rid of it, but they didn’t know how. And then, horrible things started to go down. All because, one of the friends, someone they thought they could trust, was using the evil magic of the charm. So one of the friends took the charm and hid it. He gave each of the others one clue that told where it was hidden. They figured they’d have to put their clues together to find it. And working together was the only way they could destroy it. The guy made a voice recording. They didn’t have cassettes or [=CD=]s back then, so he made a record. He broke it into five pieces. On each piece, he wrote down one clue. Then gave a piece to each of his friends, and kept one himself.

-->'''Andy:''' They had to put the record back together, get all the clues, and listen to it.
-->'''Gary:''' Exactly.
-->'''Quinn:''' That’s cool. Then what happened?
-->'''Megan:''' … What happened is this isn’t a story, is it?
-->'''Tucker:''' Yeah, this is a story. A true story.
-->'''Vange:''' No way!
-->'''Gary:''' The five friends were the first Midnight Society. They never got back together, so, the Silver Sight’s been hidden all these years. But yesterday, something scared Grandpa Gene so bad, he had a heart attack. And it had to do with this Silver Sight thing. This note is a plea for help. Gramps wants me to track down the old Midnight Society, get their clues, find the Silver Sight and destroy it once and for all. Like they should’ve done years ago.
-->'''Tucker:''' We have to move fast. Gramps was afraid somebody else might find it first.
-->'''Gary:''' And there was nobody we could go to who’d believe us, except you guys. I’ve got four names - the rest of the old Midnight Society. We split up, find them, and get their pieces of the record. Look… I won’t blame you guys if you don’t wanna help.

In distance, thunder rumbles.

Quinn isn’t sure about this.

Megan hesitates.

-->'''Megan:''' Okay, give me a name, quick, before I change my mind.
-->'''Quinn:''' Why don’t we just find the guy that hid the thing in the first place?
-->'''Tucker:''' He died the day after he hid it.
-->'''Quinn:''' Oh, man. This just keeps getting better.
-->'''Andy:''' … I’ll help.
-->'''Vange:''' And me too.
-->'''Quinn:''' You know I’ll help… ‘cause, if this thing gets nasty, you’re gonna need me.
-->'''Gary:''' Now remember, it’s pieces of the record that we need. That’s where the clues are. We’ll meet tomorrow in my dorm room for a status report, okay? Guys…? I, er… thanks for doing this.

The start to disperse. But…

-->'''Andy:''' You forgot something.
-->'''Gary:''' What?
-->'''Andy:''' Story needs a title.
-->'''Gary:''' ...Yeah!

From the hollow tree stump, he takes the pouch of Midnight Dust.

-->'''Gary:''' Haven’t done this in a while. Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story…

He flings a pinch of Dust onto the fire.

''The flames die, plunging the clearing into near-darkness''.

-->'''Quinn:''' That’s… kinda not normal.\

Nervously, they leave.

Onto the clearing bounds the quaintly garbed Waif Kid from Gary's dream. His face now that of a healthy young boy, he gazes at the dead fire ring, and chuckles insidiously. ''In a flash, the flames return''.

Perhaps not for the approval of the Midnight Society, ''he'' calls this story "The Tale of the Silver Sight".

Gary and Tucker stand at the gates of a tree-shaded stately house. Into a wall-mounted surveillance camera, Tucker repeatedly calls for attention.

-->'''Gary:''' Don’t be a goof.
-->'''Tucker:''' What? We’re on TV!

The huge gates swing mechanically open.

The two stride up the lengthy driveway.

-->'''Gary:''' Be cool. This guy’s a war hero.
-->'''Tucker:''' This guy’s a ''rich'' war hero. What’s his name?
-->'''Gary:''' Laing Candle, the oldest member of the original Midnight Society.

Atop the front door steps, Gary rings the doorbell, Tucker looks around. On the grass below, he sees a young boy in a Victorian suit.

He alerts Gary to their observer - but the Waif Kid has gone.

The door opens. The two uncertainly enter the expansive hallway.

-->'''General:''' Step in, men! Don’t be shy.\

In a wheelchair, a sharply suited old man rolls forward.

-->'''General:''' Yes, I can see your grandfather in both of you - except for the slouch, of course. ''{the two straighten}'' I was very sorry to hear about his untimely demise. Never thought he’d go before me… Pity.

-->'''Gary:''' Mr Candle, we -
-->'''General:''' General.
-->'''Gary:''' 'Scuse me?
-->'''General:''' You call me General.
-->'''Gary:''' Okay, General - you were part of the Midnight Society, right?
-->'''General:''' Midnight Society… haven’t thought about that team for quite some time. This way.

He wheels to his left along the hallway.

Tucker gives a comically solemn salute; Gary gives Tucker a reproving tap.

They follow the General into a room where stands a framed monochrome photograph.

-->'''General:''' That was an exceptional group. Every last one of them. ''{picks up frame with a sigh}'' That’s how I like to remember them….''{hands it to Tucker}'' Take it, I have another.
-->'''Tucker:''' Cool!
-->'''General:''' '''''You’re slouching again'''''.

Tucker stands ramrod straight.

-->'''Gary:''' Ah, we’re here because, uh -
-->'''General:''' Speak up, son. If you’ve got anything worth saying, say it.
-->'''Gary:''' Well, we’re here about the Silver Sight.

The General glares in shock.

-->'''General:''' Why in the name of Sam Houston are you asking me about that?
-->'''Gary:''' It was Gramps’ last request. He wants us to find it and destroy it.
-->'''Tucker:''' You know what it is, right?
-->'''General:''' The question is do you know what it is? It’s the Devil’s own tool! Now go home and forget you ever heard about it.
-->'''Gary:''' We can’t. Grandpa Gene -
-->'''General:''' Have you got his piece of the record?
-->'''Gary:''' We’re tracking down all the pieces. And we’d like to have your piece if we could.

The General solemnly considers. He invites the brothers to return in a few hours, whereupon he’ll have retrieved it from storage.

With thanks, the brothers turn to leave.

-->'''General:''' I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourselves into. No one who has touched the Silver Sight has emerged undamaged.

As he and Gary exit the gate, Tucker looks back, and sees, on the grass, the Waif Kid, who runs off.

...Meanwhile, Grandma Aggie hears someone at the door. She calls out, but receives no answer. Nervously, she locks the door. She turns. Suddenly rigid with shock, she frantically questions an intruder.

She flees upstairs, closely followed by the black-clad intruder, and shuts herself in a bedroom.

.. In Gary’s dorm room, Tucker and Vange consult his personal computer.

-->'''Vange:''' Pe-yu! What smells?
-->'''Megan:''' Alright! Alright! I’m guilty. You said this was gonna be a dangerous mission, not a dirty one. ''{brushes dirty cardigan sleeve}''
-->'''Gary:''' Well, at least you’re getting closer to a piece of the record.

While Megan applies perfume, Tucker introduces the General’s photo.

Andy reports his and Vange’s failure to find any record of Bruce [=McGorrill=].

The phone rings. Gary takes a call from his frightened grandmother, whose line is abruptly cut off. Gary and Tucker hurry over.

Amidst her roughly displaced belongings, a badly shaken Grandma Aggie recounts the masked intruder’s demand for Gene’s piece of the record. Gary prepares to call the police, and sends Tucker back over to the General’s.

To his distraught grandmother, Gary hands an old piece of paper.

-->'''Gary:''' I think you should read this. It’s Grandpa Gene’s last story.\

Back at the General’s estate, Tucker manages to open the gates, but can’t seem to open the front door. Behind him appears the Waif Kid, who brightly offers to try.

-->'''Waif Kid:''' You sure you wanna go in?
-->'''Tucker:''' Well, yeah. He’s expecting me.
-->'''Waif Kid:''' Okay! Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

He easily pushes open the locked door, and runs inside. Tucker follows.

-->'''Tucker:''' Hey! Who are you?\

In the spacious hallway, the Waif Kid is nowhere in sight.

In a silent corridor, Tucker calls to the General, and accidentally knocks over a statuette of an armoured knight.

He replaces it, straightens, and bumps into Quinn.

-->'''Quinn:''' I’m looking for… that!\

From the wall, he takes a small frame, which holds a sketched portrait of the face of a young woman. He holds it to the 1937 photograph.

-->'''Quinn:''' This is her, right? Donna Tilton?
-->'''Tucker:''' Looks like her…
-->'''Quinn:''' Excellent!

Frame in hand, he hurries to the door.

-->'''Tucker:''' Hey… you can’t just take that!
-->'''Quinn:''' Yeah, I can - it doesn’t belong to him. I’ll tell you about it later!

He hurriedly closes the door behind him.

From behind Tucker comes the voice of the Waif Kid.

-->'''Waif Kid:''' I know why you’re here. You shouldn’t be playing the way you’re playing.
-->'''Tucker:''' What do you mean?
-->'''Waif Kid:''' 'Cause you’re not good enough.
-->'''Tucker:''' For what?

The Waif Kid swiftly ducks beneath the desk. An instant later, Tucker turns to find him seated atop a shelf.

-->'''Waif Kid:''' To handle the power.\

He leaps down, out of sight. Tucker then finds him by a tall red curtain, behind which stands a door.

-->'''Waif Kid:''' But if you still wanna try, what you’re looking for is right in here.\

He darts through the door. Tucker follows.

With the Waif Kid nowhere in sight, Tucker finds himself in an expansive, high-ceilinged gallery, rowed on either side with mounted mannequins, each of which model a specimen of combat attire; mainly suits of armour.

At the far end, beneath a green curtain, a plinth displays the jagged lower half of a record.

On his approach of the promised item, Tucker uneasily lifts the visor of a looming suit of armour. Inside is only darkness. As Tucker turns away, the metal helmet, as if occupied, swivels, as if to watch him.

-->'''Unseen Waif Kid:''' Better turn around…!\

Tucker turns around. Towards him, sword aloft, lunges a lifeless, unseen figure in a seventeenth century war helmet. The automated mannequin crashes to the floor. From one of the displays, Tucker grabs a sword and shield - just as a medieval knight bears down on him.

It fiercely swings its sword at Tucker, who, with the shield, manages to deflect each blow. As it lunges, Tucker ducks. The knight falls.

Instantly, another advances. Tucker deflects the blows of its sword. With his own sword, he knocks off the metal helmet. On the floor, its visor swings open to reveal a human skull.

As Tucker reaches the door, the seventeenth century-helmeted mannequin throws a javelin - which lands in the wood of the door, inches from Tucker’s face.

Galvanised, Tucker wrenches free javelin, and charges at a mannequin dressed in a UsefulNotes/WorldWarOne gas mask. He knocks it to the floor. Another automated knight swings a chain, ensnaring his javelin. Tucker ducks. The knight entangles the seventeenth century-helmeted mannequin. Tucker throws a net over them.

With a growl, a monstrous axe is swung by a mannequin in the furs of a Viking.

Tucker runs for the mounted record fragment.

In the instant he grabs it, the gallery falls silent. He looks around.

Each mannequin stands innocently on its plinth.

On the record’s label, Tucker reads a hand-printed message.

-->'''Tucker:''' 'Not all the eyes are brown'?\

Into the bright autumn daylight, Tucker hurries from the front door. From behind him calls a young-sounding voice.

-->'''Waif Kid:''' I warned you! … It only gets worse from here.\

With a last look, Tucker sprints along the drive. With the Waif Kid nowhere in sight, the door swings closed…

* TheCorruptible: A comedic, innocent variant; around each other, Tucker and Gary respectively revert to playful impudence and corrective exasperation.

-->'''Gary:''' The five friends were the first Midnight Society. They never got back together, so, the Silver Sight’s been hidden all these years. But yesterday, something scared Grandpa Gense so bad, he had a heart attack. And it had to do with this Silver Sight thing. This note is a plea for help. Gramps wants me to track down the old Midnight Society, get their clues, find the Silver Sight and destroy it once and for all. Like they should’ve done years ago.

** A shop’s provision of a dangerously magical item recalls the Sardo’s Magic Mansion.

-->'''Unseen Waif Kid''' Better turn around…!\

-->'''General:''' That was an exceptional group. Every last one of them. ''{picks up frame with a sigh}'' That’s how I like to remember them….''{{hands it to Tucker}'' Take it, I have another.

* FakeNationality: Surrey-born James Bradford, last seen in "[[Recap/AreYouAfraidOfTheDarkSeason2TheTaleOfTheMagiciansApprentice The Tale of the Magician's Apprentice]]", here affects a North American accent as General Candle.

-->'''Gary:''' Grandma, I need some time to figure this out. I’ll be back later, alright? '''{kisses her cheek}'''. Come on, Tuck.

-->'''Grandma Aggie:''' Tucker! '''{they hug}''' I’m glad you did.

Andy reports his and Vange’s failure to find any record of Bruce [=McGorrill=}.