Boogeyman
Don't go to sleep.
He's waiting for you.
Don't go to sleep.
Hey! What's going on?
Oh, man.
-Well?
-He's here.
Who's here?
He came out of the closet.
Tim, nobody's here.
What are you talking about?
Him.
Okay.
Tim.
It's just a story. Okay? He's not real.
Well, let's have a look around, then,
shall we?
No.
Nothing back here.
Okay.
Hello.
Nope.
Nobody home.
Just us.
No!
This is gonna get ugly.
No more vodka.
Hey, Tim. Let me have
Careful. No more for Pam.
Hey. It's my party.
You still on for this weekend?
a dinner invitation...
...from one of those art-department
girls. Like this one right here.
-Here you go.
-Oh, hey, thank you.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
Hey, Scotty, did Tim tell you about
meeting my parents tomorrow?
Meeting the folks? Sounds serious.
Yeah, if he can survive the weekend
with Jessica's father.
Oh, come on. Dad's not that bad.
Don't listen to that.
-You shouldn't have told her.
I was 7.
He was teaching me to swim.
By throwing you in a lake?
You know, this might be
a good time for a toast.
-Yeah?
-Yeah. I'd say.
Excuse me, everyone.
When we come back
from Thanksgiving on Monday...
...things will be a lot different.
For starters...
...it'll be a lot quieter.
But it definitely won't be as much fun.
The Daily News is lucky to get you.
Cheers.
Okay, break it up.
-Be good, Jess.
-I will.
I'm gonna miss you.
All of you.
I'm gonna miss you too.
So I told my parents I'd be there by 11.
All right, I'll get your coat.
Thank you.
Hey.
-Hey, Jess.
-Hey.
Not getting weird on me again,
are you?
No, no. I just spaced out for a second.
Okay.
Where's your car?
It wouldn't start.
-Is it gonna make it?
-I got a guy looking at it.
If you think you can use
the "car broke down" excuse...
-...to get out of this, you're mistaken.
-I'll be there, I promise.
Okay.
So you want a ride home?
No, I'm good. I'll cut through the park.
-Besides, I've seen your driving.
-Yeah, okay.
-Be careful.
-I'll be fine.
See you tomorrow.
I don't--
Who would have done this?
Who would've taken...?
Who would--?
Who would take him?
Why would they do this?
Where is he?
Tim, it's Uncle Mike.
I know you're having Thanksgiving
with your girlfriend and all...
...but it'd be nice if you could make it
out to see your mom this weekend.
She's not doing so well, and, you
know, it'd be good for her to see you.
And, hey, I got some stuff
for you to sign too, house stuff.
All right, hope I see you this weekend.
-Hey, you made it.
-Hey.
Hey.
-Were the directions okay?
-Perfect. Here.
-Come on.
-Wait, wait.
Shouldn't we wait for the bellhop
or something?
Shut up. It's their house, not mine.
What's with the tie?
I figured, meeting the family.
Why not, right?
Come on. Let's put your stuff
in the guestroom.
So Jessica tells us you two met
at the magazine.
-Are you in the art department?
-I'm an associate editor.
-Sounds impressive.
-It's just a glorified fact-checker.
-Tim's very good at his job.
-How about family?
Got any family nearby?
Any brothers, sisters?
No, sir. No brothers or sisters,
just me.
-How about your folks?
-Let the boy eat.
-We're just talking, Mother.
-Dad.
The family thing's kind of
complicated, sir.
This stuffing is delicious, Chelsea.
Tim's had kind of a strained
relationship with his parents.
-Tim's father ran out when he was 8.
-Jess.
Oh, that's sad.
Then he had to go live with his uncle,
in a tiny room in the back of his bar.
Well, what about your mother?
She sort of had a tough time
after my dad left.
It was pretty hard on both of us.
you wanted to know, Dad?
Be down in a minute, Mom.
You have fun down there?
Oh, come on. They could use
You see my sister's face
when I said...
...you lived in a tiny room
in the back of a bar?
It wasn't in the back of a bar,
you know.
I know. I just like messing with them.
Is that why you wanted me here,
to freak out your family?
No.
No.
Hey, I'm sorry, okay?
Tell you what...
...I gotta go down, say good night...
...but I'll sneak in later
and make it up to you.
Okay?
In that case...
...l'll put on something naughty.
You do that.
I like this sneaking-around thing.
It's kind of dirty.
You all right?
Timmy.
You can't keep running away.
-Look at me.
-Mom?
Why, what's the matter with you?
Look at me!
Look at me.
Look at me.
You're a bad little boy.
Tim? Baby, what are you doing
on the floor?
Tim, what is it?
Jessica.
Oh, God, I had
the most messed-up dream.
What was it?
-I gotta go see my mom.
-Wait.
-There's something wrong.
-What?
-I know it.
-Tim. Tim, no. Hey.
-Listen, let's get back in bed, and....
-I just gotta--
-Where's my phone?
-Tim, what is wrong with you?.
-God.
-Where's my phone?
Just leave it.
Hello.
-Hey, Uncle Mike, I got your message.
-Hey.
Is everything okay?
I'm gonna see Mom tomorrow.
I thought you were here
for the weekend.
-What?
-Tim.
Okay.
Okay.
-Tim.
-I have to go.
-You--? Tim, what is it?
-Look, I just have to go.
So the funeral's today.
Yeah, this afternoon.
I'm so sorry, Tim.
Me too.
That's fantastic. That's really strong.
What's that you've got, Peter?
Oh, that rainbow is beautiful.
How many colors in there?
the old house.
-Really?
-My uncle's been fixing the place up...
...to sell since Mom went
to the hospital last year.
I felt like I should be the one
to go through her things.
I should've done more,
but it's something, right?
Listen to me, Tim.
Something happened in that house...
...but it wasn't supernatural.
There's nothing in there
but memories.
You dealt with your father's leaving
the best way that you could.
But you were 8.
Tim, you've been coming here
for what, 15 years?
Look around you.
There's only children here.
Dr. Matheson to Observation.
I'm sorry. I have to go.
Go home, Tim.
Spend one night in that house.
It will help.
It's okay. It's okay.
Hey, we need some help in here!
Hey, the nurse is on the way.
It's okay, it's all right.
What? What is it?
Just relax now.
It's gonna be all right.
It's all right.
Everything's gonna be all right.
And in Paul's letter
to the Corinthians, he says:
"We shall not all fall asleep...
...but we will all be changed...
...in an instant, in the blink of an eye."
"When my tongue rejoices,
my body will rest in peace...
...because you will not abandon me
to the grave.
For you, O Lord, have delivered
my soul to death...
...my eyes from tears,
my feet from stumbling."
"Thou knowest the secrets...."
"....spare us.
Suffer us not in our last hour."
"Dust thou art...
...and unto dust thou shalt return."
Thanks for doing all this.
She was my sister.
When are you heading back?
Actually, I might stay in town tonight.
In the house.
-I thought you didn't like that house.
-Yeah, well.
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