
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts my Gothic Revival collar while rolling my eyes
Oh great, another "drowned spirit" backstory because apparently every B-movie needs a soggy villain. So River Stalker was born when some poor disc golfer took a swim at The Fort and decided death was no excuse to stop ruining rounds. Now it lurks in the mist like a discount Jason Voorhees, making water hazards extra spicy. Because nothing says "horror cinema" like a wet ghost with commitment issues, am I right?