Book of Blood Page #3

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And it started again.

And it's more intense than ever.

And I dont want to lose that again.

I dont.

And I dont want to lose you.

I dont believe it. Look!

Yeah, let's go.

Excuse me!

Is this you, Mary Florescu?

- Yeah yeah, thats me.

- Would you sign it for me please?

Um... to the soul of Agnes Wishington.

This is my second copy of

'Visits in the Paranormal."

I read the other one so many times

the pages started falling out.

"I believe with all my heart...

that a parallel universe

co-exists with ours.

A landscape of souls,

we can not see...

Crying out with stories

that must be told.

That must never be forgotten... else

- ...that awful death...

- ...will have no meaning.

And guide is only backwards,

to more suffering."

Sorry, this is Simon McNeal. He's

working with me on one of my projects.

Oh I see.

- Then you have to sign it too.

- Of course...

Oh I'm so sorry, will

you excuse me a moment?

I'll just do it on the right.

Hello? Sorry my phone must

have been out of range.

What?

No, you're breaking up.

I didnt get that.

No, tell me now Nigel.

Are you sure?

- Could you sign that as well?

- Yeah, something to focus on.

- It was nice to meet you anyway.

- Thanks very much. Thank you.

Where the hell did you go?

So what? We going to play some

sort of game now?

Isnt that what we have

been doing all along?

Potassium nitrate.

Other wise known as...

Gunpowder.

Perfect for making marks on walls

spontaneously burst into flame.

Over here we have... protein.

Actually its a constituent of protein.

Its sulphur.

Good boy.

Sulphur and carbon.

Let's see...

Oh yeah, that makes charcoal.

Artists charcoal

Perfect for writing on walls.

Okay...

Alright so...

- I faked some stuff.

- the tyre on my car?

And the fountain

when I was a girl?

- How did you know about that?

- I do my homework.

I tried to tell you, I wanted to

explain, but you did not listen to me.

- You better leave.

- Listen.

Mary there is something going on

in this house. Alright!

The first time, up stairs, yeah.

I faked it...

But the second time, that was real.

That was something way beyond a few

pieces of charcoal.

Something way beyond what a guy in

a lab coat would ever tell you.

I thought you were smarter

than this, Simon.

I thought...

For a moment you were for real.

I dont want to lose you.

Nothing to hide right

All right so, I faked some stuff.

But the second time, that was real.

I tried to tell ya.

I wanted to explain to you, but you

would not listen to me.

Please stop!

That's how he got

the gunpowder in here.

Come on, there is more.

Watch him carefully.

- Regurgitation. Right out of Houdini.

- That's how he does it.

Watch his hand.

Took me a while to figure that one out.

Magnetic pulse transmitter.

I found it sewn in the

bottom of his mattress.

He totally f***ed with my equipment.

I thought I saw him with

one of the movers.

He must have paid him

to put it there.

God knows what other tricks

he's got hidden around here.

I am sorry, I really wanted it to be true

Hey forget about it.

You werent being your self.

You're right, I wasnt.

I was weak, and he was...

Hot...

Little liar.

Sweet little liar.

He really thought he was special.

For what it worth, so did I...

For a minute there.

Just a minute.

How about we head over to Elliot's.

Get a pizza some veno Del e Casa

Forget about the phony little fraud.

I am not an fraud.

Get the f*** out of here.

You!

You dont understand!

And you never will!

Mary.

I'm supposed to be here.

This house, it wants me.

It has chosen me, me!

It is always about you, isnt it?

Always you!

Yes it's about me.

I told you that I had a gift,

and it was taken away.

But I've got it back now.

I've got it back and I'm not going

to let it get taken away again!

So I'm going to prove it to you.

I'm going to prove it once and for all!

You can stop now, Simon.

Oh please!

When I'm through you're going

to beg to write my story.

And it's going to be bigger than any

book you have ever written.

Do you know why?

Because it's all true!

Fine!

Then you write it!

Alright no tricks.

We can't just leave him here.

Why dont we call the cops

and tell them that there is a burglar.

Little bastard, at it again.

Jesus Christ...

You've got to hear this...

Oh my God!

we are in the middle of an intersection.

I understand now.

That is what this house is.

An intersection of the dead...

The dead have highways.

Highways leading to intersections..

Intersections that spill over

into our world

[Screeching]

Mary.

Mary.

He has lead us to a crossroads.

He is not the one doing this!

Its you.

Stop.

- Mary!

- Simon!

Mary.

Stop!

Mary.

Tell them you'll listen.

Listen to what?

You really dont understand, do you?

They've been waiting...

For someone to listen.

For someone to hear their stories.

I promise we will listen.

And I will tell your stories

to the world.

She had made them a promise.

A promise that I would have to keep.

And their stories kept coming.

Day after day...

Night after night.

She kept me locked

in the estate she bought...

With all the money she

made from her books.

Reading my skin.

Let us continue.

She said that I would be that book.

And she would be their translator.

Copying down their stories.

The stories they wrote on me.

But I couldnt take it anymore.

So I ran.

I ran and I ran...

But still they kept writing...

and they keep writing.

You know what?

You tell a good story, friend.

But sad to say I'm not moved

I dont feel... anything.

Be quick.

- Got the money?

- Of course.

Neatly done.

Suitable for framing.

The stories go on.

Who's there?

What the...

Help me!

The stories go on.

They bleed and bleed.

The dead have highways.

Only the living are lost.

But there are sign posts and bridges...

where the dead will stop

to tell you their stories.

Because the telling will

relieve them of the tale.

And it would best to listen.

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