Growing upin Ludlow, Maine, Pet Sematary was a placekids like melearned about death. But...

[birds squawking] [narrator] Growing up
in Ludlow, Maine, Pet Sematary was a place
kids like me
learned about death. But hundreds of years ago, it was used
in a very different way. The local Mi'kmaq tribe
built it
to call on animal spirits to protect them from
an ancient evil in the woods. It had lived there forever,
beyond the Pet Sematary, just past Little God Swamp. We built a deadfall
to keep people out, but the evil would whisper
to those seeking to
spend one more day with the ones they love. And that was where I learned
my real lesson about death. A lesson you can
only learn in Ludlow. [hisses] Sometimes, dead is better. [horn blares]