Campfire Tales Page #4

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under the blanket with you guys?

'Cause I'm pretty cold.

Yeah, come on. Come on.

Ooh!

Gosh, we've got to keep

our minds off the cold.

Cliff, why don't you tell us

another one of your stories?

Ooh, I got a great one for you.

All right, OK.

It's about this guy...

and he's cruising cross-country

on his motorcycle.

Thing was, he didn't know

what he was looking for.

But he knew he was getting

closer with every mile.

# Old man Jack was sitting

on a stump beside the fire #

# Got real curious, he put

his hand inside the fire #

# He was seeing things,

flashes of light #

# Faces from his past #

# Swallowed by the first friends

he followed #

# To the stars #

# Stars are the circuits

on the switchboard #

# Called the night #

# Welcome to the mystery

that starts another life #

# He was trembling and amazed #

# When his feet

first left the ground #

# Broke the break of day

and watched Jack walk #

# Without a sound #

Sh*t.

F***. Terrific.

Hello? Is there anyone home?

Hello?

Look, I was just wondering

if I could use your phone.

Thank God.

Hi. Hi.

I'm riding my bike

cross-country, and, uh...

it gave out on me, and...

I left it down near the road.

Oh, it's just my saddlebag.

Just some essentials.

No weapons

or anything sharp or...

Thanks.

This is really nice of you,

letting me in like this and all.

Me being a stranger.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Thank you.

Do you have a phone I could use?

I have a calling card.

No. Well, I guess

you don't have to choose...

between MCl and AT&T then, huh?

Uh...cat got your tongue?

You can't speak.

Uh...I'm sorry.

I didn't realize, and, uh...

By the way, my name's Scott.

Scott Anderson.

"Heather Wallace."

You got a beautiful smile,

Heather Wallace.

Well, thank you. It's fluoride.

So, do you, uh...

do you live here

with your parents?

Just one.

Is it your mother?

It's your father.

Um, is he around?

He's...dancing?

Um, he's--OK, he's not dancing.

Let's see. He's--he's rowing.

No. He's--he's boxing.

He's not a boxer, is he?

Uh, he's--he's horseback riding.

He's horseback riding.

All right. In the rain.

"Driving the herd."

He's a real cowboy.

Now, would that be

a local herd...

or would that be a faraway herd?

Faraway herd.

I like your necklace.

It's beautiful.

Is there anything

I can help you with?

Water.

From the well, right?

I just--I felt trapped...

so I figured I'd just

hop on my bike and, like, ride.

You know, I think everyone

at least once in their life...

should know what it's like

to be completely free.

Looks like it's not going

to stop for a while.

Sh*t.

Oh, I didn't mean

to startle you.

That music

just sounded so familiar.

I'm sorry. Good night.

Hey.

Look, l, uh,

feel really silly...

and I don't want you

to think that...

This whole thing,

it's like a dream.

The storm, finding you here...

it's like it was all supposed

to happen or something.

What?

Hey...

what did I do?

I'm sorry. Like, we can--

we can just lie here...

if it'll make you

more comfortable.

You lie to me like a whore,

I'll treat you like a whore!

No, Papa, don't!

Oh, God, what have I done?

Oh, you scared

the crap out of me.

What the hell's going on

down there?

I saw someone outside.

What is it?

Ghosts? You gotta be kidding me.

This happened here before.

Why do you stay here?

You can leave, you know.

You can come with me, Heather.

I'm not sure where I'm going,

but we can leave together.

Now grab some stuff

and let's get out of here.

-You goddamn tramp!

-Heather?

Get down here! Now!

What the hell

are you doing in my house?

Papa, we didn't do anything!

You lie to me like a whore,

I'll treat you like a whore!

Heather!

Aaaahh!

Papa!

God, what have I done?

Oh, my God, Heather!

I thought he--you're all right.

You don't want to go in there!

No sh*t.

Goddamn tramp!

Get down here! Now!

Don't move from this spot.

Please.

Oh, Christ.

What the hell

are you doing in my house?

Look, I don't know

who you are or what you are.

You ruined my daughter,

you son of a b*tch.

It's not what you think!

Yaah!

Aah!

Come on, let's go!

Let's just get out of here!

No, Papa, don't!

Sh*t.

Goddamn tramp!

Get down here! Now!

What's happening to me?

No! No! No! No!

And he just sat there...

staring at her head in his lap.

The rest of her body

is just slumped on the grass.

So, she was a ghost all along?

Yeah, but neither of them

knew it till the end.

Not bad, huh?

No. Not bad at all.

What's wrong?

Hey, the police are here.

Whoo hoo! Ha ha ha!

Whoo hoo hoo!

Hey, guys!

Lauren!

Ha.

OK, guys.

We have alcohol on the breath...

head trauma, and

possible myocardial contusion.

We gotta get him to the hospital

right now.

I need to fly a medevac in

right away.

They came out of nowhere.

They were just weaving

all over the road.

I have to swerve

to get out of the guy's way...

and then he just veers

right off the road.

Hey, can you not do that?

Hey, sarge...

I got open containers.

Great.

We got V-tach.

Charge the paddles.

Charging two hundred.

Two hundred. Clear!

Still V-tach.

Charging three hundred.

Three hundred. Clear!

I'm sorry.

Charging three sixty.

Three sixty.

Clear!

We have flatline.

Pupils are fixed and dilated.

He's gone.

Call in the code.

Time of death is 1 :21 a.m.

Back up!

F***in' moron.

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