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These are the first two paragraphs from The Festival Big buildups so often lead to even larger letdowns. In the summer of 2016, promoters billed the three-day Isle of Wight Music Festival as "The Festival to End All Festivals." Nobody believed or understood the hype when the psychotic manager of the headlining band, The Hounds of Hell, guaranteed that those who saw the show would never forget it, if they survived. But, as the dark of night gave way to the light of day on Monday, June the 20th, penitent sinners stood in lines that snaked along sidewalks for miles. Churches, synagogues, and mosques, less than half full during weekend services, were filled beyond capacity. The history-making performance that closed the festival left millions fearing for their souls as well as their lives. After the final song of their set, The Hounds of Hell waved to the cheering crowd and ran to waiting limos as the stage went dark. None of the band members returned for what was planned as and proved to be an unforgettable curtain call. They never came back and, after the sequence of events that followed, neither did a portion of the six-hundred-thousand music fans who attended the festival. That Sunday night, nine thousand music lovers disappeared from the Isle of Wight, never to be seen again. Six million more vanished from around the world while viewing the live show via satellite and internet. Imagine millions watching televisions, wireless laptops, and fancy cell phones. One minute they were enjoying the broadcast. In the next instant, in less time than it took witnesses to gasp, the victims were sucked into the image they viewed. Six million documented cases, and not one trace remained for stunned families and friends to mourn, or for forensics teams to examine.
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