ParaNorman - A Witch's Curse - Epilogue

The sound of footsteps echoed through the darkest part of Blithe Hollow's forest, where no one dared to lurk. The trees were all dead and misshapen, the branches hanging gloomily as the wind howled. The cloaked figure slowed to a stop, staring down at the ground. After a moment his hands slowly lifted up, glowing unnaturally. A rumbling was heard from below the ground before a loud growl sounded out, followed by a beastly roar. The figure smirks from under his hood, his completely-blood-red eye gleaming mischievously. "Come, my dark army…" he hissed. "It's time for me to claim what's mine…"