Every town has a dark side.

In the late 1960s, Provincetown, Massachusetts, and Peatown to the locals, was a bohemian paradise

at the very tip of Cape Cod.

Artists, drifters, and free spirits flocked there for its vibrant nightlife, secluded beaches,

and the feeling that, this far out on the sandbar, the rules of the mainland didn't quite apply.

It was a place where strangers became friends overnight, and charm could get you almost anything.

But that easy trust would be its undoing.

Because in the middle of this tight-knit, free-willing community was a young man who seemed to belong everywhere, with the fishermen, the hippies, the bar owners, even the cops.

Some he was just Tony, a laid-back local.

To others, he was sire, the magnetic figure at the center of a small circle of followers.

What no one realized was that behind the charm, Tony Costa was hiding something far darker.

And by the winter of 69, the sandy pine forest just outside town will become his

hunting ground and his graveyard.

Hey guys, it's Andrew, and welcome to another episode of Everytown Where Today, I'm taking

you to Cape Cod for a story that not many people know about.

And it shattered the peace of the seaside haven and revealed the monster living in its midst.

A man in the papers would call the Cape Cod vampire. 1969 was a wild time in America.

The hippie movement was in full swing, and people were expending their minds,

and young people were ditching their parents' rules for something freer and looser.

In Provincet had become a magnet for that scene,

a little seaside haven sitting at the tip of Massachusetts' finger,

pulling in artists, writers, and every kind of free spirit you could imagine.

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