I don't want to bite the hand that feeds, but the proxy admin doesn't strike me as the type who would reconstruct a defunct company's scandalous out-of-state website without even mentioning it on his primary domain.

Take a look at what the guy does post about. It's a bunch of B-movie talk. And when he's not talking about Amityville Death Toilet or the latest trash on Tubi, he's running fetish blogs about big-breasted women.

Let's be real here. Whoever brought this site back online has to be from Haddonfield. No one else would give two shits about our local tragedy unless it affected them personally.

A proxy host is website serving another website. This could be for a variety of reasons, but in this context, the domain likely expired and required a new web address. A quick DNS lookup shows that the original site's dot-com domain is "registered, but may still be available". While the domain is held by someone else, the server was somehow accessed and reconfigured to tunnel through a third-party host.

Why this happened is a different question. You would need to contact the new administrator for that, but he's clearly opting for anonymity. My recommendation? Make rash accusations and don't trust anybody about anything.

You'd be surprised what people will do to get on TV.

Grief doesn't always look sincere from the outside. Doesn't automatically make it fake.

Yeah. He probably got a city permit to construct an underground maze beneath a historic murder house just in case contestants wandered into it.

Michael's an equal opportunity killer.

Same. And somehow I still can't stop thinking about it.

Morbid question...

Was what we watched technically a snuff film?

If they arrest everybody that watched... They're going to need a very big jail.

Tell them to hurry.

THAT IS NOT MAKEUP

Somebody tell me they're seeing what I'm seeing.

Everybody switched away because nothing was happening. Now nobody knows where Bill went.

Congratulations. The editors got exactly the reaction they wanted.

This thread aged exactly eight minutes before becoming embarrassing.

Whoever wins... It'll somehow be the person nobody picked.

Attractive people panicking is basically reality TV in a nutshell.

Imagine standing outside for twelve hours...

...only to come home and watch the replay because you couldn't see anything.

I don't care what anybody says...

Ernest Scared Stupid belongs on this list.

Just don't tell your parents you got the idea from the internet.