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The camera swept across a beautiful landscape, rolling hills, and serene forests, while soft piano music played in the background. Slowly, we move toward a small U.S. town, serene and charming as those from the writings of Bradbury. The camera travels down one of the small, one-lane streets, there we see a man mowing his lawn, then another washing his sensible (but stylish) car. As we move on, a smartly dressed business woman carries her briefcase into an official-looking building while a group of little girls skip rope. 

Suddenly, the sky grows dark. The soft piano music turns into a pulsing electronic beat, sinister and full of threats of unknown violence. The children freeze, a pigtailed blonde caught mid skip, her smile of joy turned to a silent scream of terror by the sudden lack of motion. Seconds later, an audible scream comes from somewhere off camera, high and pained, like that woman being tortured. 

Fade to black. 

Byron laughed to himse