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Originally posted by Madmanmario
The scenario to set up these two meeting would be something like this:

A priest and lifelong occult collector obsessed with the macabre leaves the clergy after falling in love with an engineer who comes to him for help when a family member is possessed. The threat is successfully banished from this realm and they are married shortly thereafter as she commits herself to becoming a paranornal investigator. The couple spends years going on globe-spanning adventures solving mysteries, collecting artificacts, and helping those in need against the forces of darkness.

Years later, they decide to start a family and settle down in Springfield, Ohio where they raise two beautiful children. A deluge of tragedy is kicked off one night just after sundown when the children run outside to catch a glimpse of an old, rusty truck loudly playing the tune "Jeepers Creepers" that they mistake for an ice cream truck. In their haste, they leave the front door open behind them and the family mogwai runs out into the street and is mowed down by the truck which speeds off into the distance.

In a frantic effort to ease their troubled minds, the parents send their children off to Camp Crystal Lake for the summer with a rare vintage porcelain girl doll and a highly sought after "Good Guys" doll to take with them and the promise that their beloved mogwai will be back to normal when they return.

Against his wife's wishes, the man attempts to make good on their empty promise, taking the animal to be buried in a mysterious Miꞌkmaq_Tribe burial ground they had heard about years before. In those dark woods, with no phone reception, he is flanked by a black billy goat which, in his tired mind, he thought he heard ask if he wanted to "live deliciously". He questions his sanity and gives up his misguided quest.

He returns home the following week empty handed and shaken to the core only to learn that his children had been murdered along with all the camp counselors and staff on Friday the 13th, the very same night he had buried the mogwai.

His distraught wife distances herself, spending months locked away in their panic room, plagued by vivid nightmares. That Halloween it's reported that she is viciously murdered in her sleep but authorites are unable to find any physical evidence or a body.

Fraught with grief after his wife is apparently killed by a supernatural entity, and tired of his neighbors suspicions the man moves to their safehouse in a former Cabrini-Green buiding turned luxury highrise owned by Wolfram & Hart on the Near North Side of Chicago shortly after being diagnosed with an inoperable frontal lobe_tumor_that had developed from_colon cancer. One week before Halloween he remembers when his wife would ask him "What's your favorite scary movie?" He makes the decision to watch the cursed videos of both Samara Morgan and Sadako Yamamura. The next seven days are spent putting the finishing touches on a devious plan for revenge.

As the seventh day arrives, just as Samara & Sadako begin their elaborate entrances from one of the many television sets in his house, he walks down a long dark hallway leading to his new panic room and repeats "Candyman" and "Bloody Mary" five times while standing in front of a mirror, hugging a frighteningly hideous book inked in blood and bound with a patchwork of human flesh. CCTV cameras in every conceivable nook of the home capture every moment and angle. He picks up a strange looking puzzlebox and sits down on top of an old crate next to a pot of gold he found on one of his many excursions with his wife. During the same trip they had found another unexpected rarity--a four leaf clover that became a symbol of their divine luck in life. The clover had since rested on top of the crate for several years, wilted and abandoned as had his sense of hope.

His eye is then caught by the animated sparkle of a red fire opal jewel belonging to his wife which now crowned the pile of hoarded treasure. All the gold in the world couldn't bring his children back.

Snapping back to the present, his sorrow quickly turned to anger as he began to defiantly taunt the notion of Candyman's existence aloud while impossibly thick electronic vault doors made of iron and lined with silver slammed shut all around the house. Emergency UV lighting came on, setting aglow the various pentagrams and protective salt circles drawn across the floor. It was the witching hour and Candyman appeared right on cue along with the Ring Bearers; all their crazed, infernal eyes set on the same quarry. The contest begins.

The curious looking device he holds in his hands is no mere trinket. He learned long ago the purpose of the Lament Configuration and completes the last step while he calmly sits in wait. As the Cenobites make their grand entrance he picks up his wife's jewel, rubbing it in his palm and summoning the Djinn. He wishes first for the Djinn to stay his attackers hands long enough for him to read from his book. He opens up the book, called the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis_(Also known as "The Book of the Dead" and "Naturom Demonto"), and recites its most vile incantations. He makes his second wish: that he now be joined by the those orignal ghoulish beings that haunted him and his family the year prior and finally, for his third wish that they, the many hellish creatures now present, all be bound within the walls of the house for eternity. "As you wish" the Djinn utters with unsuspecting glee.

The man then stands up from the crate, brushing off that old four leaf clover and resigned to his fate he bequeaths the stolen gold coins to the demonic horde and shouts "Betelgeuse! Betelgeuse! Betelgeuse!"

As he is horrifically tortured and murdered in the grisly melee, his onryō is also bound to the home and the resulting Ju-On is served a cold dish rich with the blood of ghastly victims as a small mechanical ventriloquist puppet riding a tricycle suddenly emerges from the shadowy hall and poses a query to the frightful ensemble: "Do you want to play a game?"

His wife watches from a monitor in the basement, having orchestrated the events all along from behind the scenes, clutches a powerful amulet that begins to burst forth with light. As the buildings foundations crumble, fire surrounds her and blood pours from above, soaking her hair. Moments later, the entire building along with several surrounding city blocks of gentrified neighborhood is swallowed up by the earth along with the Hellmouth it all rested upon, into the abyss.