
“Possible in this day and age? Those who didn't believe... are dead!”
Little Richie Bridgestone goes to spend the weekend with his father at his secluded mountain cabin, and witnesses his father being attacked by 'a creature' that the boy recognizes as a werewolf. He tries to convince his mother and his therapist that his father is now a werewolf.
This is a slow-burn descent into unsettling paranoia, wrapped in a distinctly 70s grindhouse aesthetic. It feels like a campfire tale gone wrong, where the line between reality and the monstrous blurs, leaving a lingering sense of dread and disbelief. Perfect for those who appreciate classic creature features with a mysterious edge.













