Bag of Bones Page #8

- Mm-hmm.

Her daughter's name is Kisha.

And it's called a curse.

A curse.

Can we finish reading

my book now, Mr. Mike?

Sure.

On one condition.

You call me "Mike."

Okay, Mike.

It's a deal.

It's a deal.

How is she?

She's good.

She's, uh...

Out like a light.

[Sighs] What's the matter?

She, uh... I don't know...

She mentioned something

- about a little girl named Kisha.

- Oh, yeah.

That's her imaginary friend, Kisha,

but it's okay, 'cause the doctor said

that she's perfectly normal

and I don't have a crazy kid,

so that's...

That's good.

So the funeral?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have made you go.

No, no, no, no, no,

actually that's been the

best part of the last

couple of days for me...

Seeing that old bastard lowered

into the ground once and for all.

- Yeah.

- I, um...

I learned about the disappearance

of Sara Tidwell today

from an old man in a rest home,

who, it turns out, Jo had also

visited before she died.

Do you know who Sara Tidwell is?

Lance, my husband, used

to listen to her music before...

I, uh... I didn't know

she disappeared.

In 1939.

Only she didn't really

disappear... she was killed.

After she played

at the Dark Score fair one day,

she was raped.

And then she and

her little daughter, Kisha,

were killed by a group of teenagers,

led by the young Max Devore.

Oh, my God.

Which would explain why...

Lance got interested in her music

before he tried to kill Kyra.

Tell me.

A curse...

On all the young men who killed

Sara Tidwell and her little girl.

With her dying breath,

she cursed them all.

If they or any of their

descendants had daughters...

They would do the same horrible

things to their little girls

that they had done to Sara Tidwell

and her little girl.

Their descendants included

Buddy Jellison

and Bill Dean's fathers.

[Thunder booms]

That explains why they drowned

their daughters

all those years later.

One of that group was

my grandfather, Harold Noonan...

No!

Please.

Who willed the lake house

to Jo and myself.

Did your father murder your sister?

- No, no, no,

I-I didn't have any sisters.

There was just Sid and me.

Oh, my God, Mike, don't you see?

This is the final piece of the puzzle.

This is why Jo didn't want

to tell you she was pregnant.

Jo had learned of the curse.

That's why she had all

those library books.

That's why she had Sara Tidwell's

albums and... and photographs.

It's why she went to see

that man in the rest home.

That's why she used to visit Dark Score

lake all those weekends

before she died.

She wasn't having an affair.

She was researching Sara Tidwell.

Mike... when she thought

she might be pregnant,

- she was worried about you.

- Worried about me?

Worried that you might be

bound to this curse by blood.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I just don't want to doubt Jo anymore.

I just don't want to doubt her.

[Gunshot, glass shattering]

No, Mattie.

[Wheezing]

Oh, Mattie.

No, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, God.

Mattie, hey, I'm here.

I'm here.

Don't... come on.

- T-take care of my baby.

I will.

I will, Mattie.

I'll take care of Kyra.

I promise you,

no one's going to hurt her.

No one's going to hurt her, okay?

Mattie...

No!

I see you!

I see you!

Why?

You killed her!

You killed her!

Why?

Why did you kill her?

You should have left

well enough alone!

This thing was always bigger than you.

Bigger than Devore even.

Yeah?

And now we need to take care of Kyra.

"We" do?

Yeah.

[Thunder booms]

[Sobbing] What's happening, Mike?

We got to go, Ky...

- Now.

- Mommy's dead, isn't she?

Yes.

[Sobbing]

Come, come, now.

Now, let's go, we gotta go.

[Engine revving]

[Tires squeal]

How could you do this?

It's the sins of the father, Mike.

I told you to keep away from Devore.

Devore is dead.

You can stop this now.

No, this will only stop when

the last little girl is dead.

Kyra Devore is the last descendant

with the blood of the curse.

[Tires squealing]

Custody has its responsibilities!

You're telling me he wanted

custody so he could kill her?

Is that what you're saying?

Go to hell, both of you.

I'm scared, Mike.

[Sobbing]

[Tires screeching]

[Crying softly]

All right, sweetheart.

Come on in.

Sit down here.

Okay, let me just put

this towel around you.

Let's get you dry.

There we go.

Ooh.

How about this bath?

[Water running]

Ah!

Come on, let's get you

out of these wet clothes.

There's a good girl.

Come on.

[Sighs]

Here we go, my little angel.

Just lie down there.

Here, let me take this towel.

There's a good girl.

Okay, all right.

Let me see if I've got

something that's gonna fit a

six-year-old girl.

Okay.

Here's a T-shirt.

It's a little bit big, but...

Here you go.

All right, and, uh...

I'll just...

I'll just put this there.

[Jazz music playing]

and the blame all lies on him

and she lost her name again

finish it, daddy.

Finish it, daddy.

Finish it, daddy.

Finish it, daddy.

Finish it, daddy.

Finish it, daddy.

Finish it, daddy.

Finish it, daddy.

Finish it, daddy.

Finish it, daddy.

[Groans]

Oh, God!

Custody has its responsibility!

Now, you go and bring

that whorelet over here

and stick her in the water

where she belongs.

No!

You can't make me do this!

Finish it, daddy.

Lie still, bag of bones.

Where are you, Jo?

Come on.

Lie still, bag of bones.

[Thunder booms]

Is that what you are, Jo?

Is that where

you've been hiding all along...

Inside my writing?

"Down left side."

"Down left side."

Well, if you've been hiding

inside my writing, then...

"Down left side"?

"Owls...Above...

Studio."

"Owls above studio."

So that's why you wanted me

to write, Jo.

So you could send me messages

without Sara knowing...

Messages behind the gatekeeper's back.

"Lie still,

bag of bones."

"Lye..."

Lye.

Lye will still her bag of bones.

Owls in the studio.

Lye...

will still her bag of bones.

You hadn't figured out where those

bones were before you died...

Or you would have done this

yourself, wouldn't you?

Huh?

[Thunder booms]

Come on.

[Groaning]

The green lady.

Finish it.

[Thud]

[Thunder booms]

Aah!

I am so sorry what they did

to you and your daughter, Sara.

I am so sorry what they did

to you and your daughter, Sara.

Leave him alone!

His blood is cursed.

And Devore was the worst of them.

And his blood is in that little girl.

And I won't rest

until she is dead at his hands.

Mike and Kyra

had nothing to do with this.

Their kin killed my baby!

This ends now.

It's time for you to rest.

[Sizzling]

We did it, Jo.

You did it.

[Mouths words] I love you.

I love you.

[Mouths words] I love you.

Kyra?

What are you doing, Kyra?

What the lady tells me to do.

No, no, no, no, honey.

They're at rest now.

Sara and Kisha

are at rest, sweetheart.

Not Sara.

Her.

Who?

We do not lose,

Mr. Noonan.

Max Devore does not lose.

[Wailing]

Kyra, turn away!

[Sobbing]

Oh, shh.

Shh.

Shh, child.

Shh.

It's over, baby girl.

Oh, sweet child.

No, no.

Come now, baby girl, don't cry.

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