Lincoln and Clyde were busy watching one of their favorite shows, ARGGH! Sure, they found out that Hunter Specter was a bit of a fraud, but actually managing to find ghost put him back on top. This time, Hunter was back in Royal Woods for a special occasion. He was upping his game, no longer just searching for ghost, but other supernatural creatures as well...

Clyde:"The thought of hunter other monsters is a bit strange. Don't you think, Lincoln?"

Lincoln:"I'm okay with it. I mean, I've had my fair share of monsters."

Clyde:"You have?"

Some ruckus was heard upstairs, along with a few of Lincoln's sisters screaming. You can take a wild guess who...

Lincoln:"Yeah, I have."

Hunter:"And now, for somebody new on the show! A man who considers himself to be an expert in hunting monsters, said to be doing it for a long time. Give a hand for Mister Charley Brewster!"

The camera then turned to someone coming in. A man in his late fifties, with a grey beard and silver curly hair, wearing a brown coat over a striped button shirt and a golden cross around his neck. He kept a backpack which one could only assume was full of his equipment He kept a stern look on his face, making it show that he takes his work seriously. Charley Brewster, specifically an expert on hunting vampires, took a seat next to the show host...

Hunter:"Mr. Brewster, I cannot tell you how thankful I am that you agreed to come on to the show tonight."

Charley:"Not a problem at all, Hunter."

Hunter:"So, I've been told that you were a monster hunter yourself. Is that right?"

Charley:"That's right, sir. Been doing it most of my life. Learned everything I needed to know about hunting monsters from an old friend."

Hunter:"I see. Who is this friend of yours?"

Charley:"Peter Vincent."

Hunter:"THE Peter Vincent?! The host of the old show Fright Night?!"

Charley:"That's right."

Clyde:"Wasn't Peter Vincent a fraud?"

Lincoln:"What makes you say that?"

Clyde:"He was just an actor. He starred in a few old horror movies, and used props on his show."

Lincoln:"How do you know that?"

Clyde:"My dads were fans of him. Heck, Peter Vincent wasn't even his real name! He was a-"

Charley:"He was a good friend of mine. It was thanks to him, that we stopped a vampire from feeding on my home and making my ex-girlfriend his bride."

Hunter:"Mr. Vincent was good at his job. He actually inspired my to go on with this as a kid."

Charley:"Yeah. He's now resting peacefully while I continue his work. For years, me and Peter have hunting down the demonic scum of the earth. Even going after an organization called the Legion of Endless Night."

Hunter:"I've heard of that. It's a supposed to be a, uh, Secret Society of Vampires, right?"

Charley:"That's right. They've been in business for far too long. I've dedicated my life to destroying them."

Clyde:"Okay, this guy's a fraud."

Lincoln:"How do you figure?"

Clyde:"The Legion of Endless Night isn't real! I've looked it up myself, it's an old urban legend! This guy can't be for real!"

Charley:"I've had lots of people tell me that I'm just being hysterical. That I've suffered from post dramatic stress disorder and that it's driving me crazy. Maybe that is the truth, I'm not sure anymore. But I don't know this...all the freaks that I've hunted down over the years were as real as the light of day. No one can tell me otherwise. I will continue my work, and no one will stop me."

Hunter:"I see...(feeling uneasy) So, why exactly is it that you've come to Royal Woods?"

Charley:"I have reason to believe that a vampire is in this location. I've tracker it down, and am now waiting for my chance to get it. Most people at home wouldn't believe me; I wouldn't expect them too. But if you have glimpse at this vampire, and you're not prepared...run."

That part kind of frightened Lincoln, Clyde and even Hunter. This guy was talking as if he was serious.

Hunter:"Uh...(clears throat)...thanks for the warning. I believe that's all the time we have for you, Mr. Brewster. Thank you for being with us."

Charley:"Pleasure's all mine."

And with that, Charley made his leave and walks off camera.

Lincoln:"I don't think I'm gonna sleep after seeing that guy."

Clyde:"Yeah. Not one of the better episodes. I think I'll just head home now, Lincoln."

Lincoln:"That's fine. Have a nice night, Clyde."

Clyde:"You too, buddy."

With Clyde taking his leave, Lincoln now thought it best to call it a day and hit the hay. Going upstairs and to his room, he opened the door, only to be blasted by a cool breeze that was coming from his window. He closes it almost immediately...

Lincoln:"I could've sworn I never had it open."

Lincoln shrugs and just decided to go to bed. Little does he know that a terror was truly in his hometown, and soon to reach his own neighborhood...