Cellar Dweller Page #4

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It's very intense.

(ominous music)

I didn't draw this.

Oh, come on,

don't be embarrassed, Whit.

It's your way of dealing

with aggression, right?

At least it's constructive.

It's okay.

I'm serious, Phillip.

I've never seen this before.

(suspenseful music)

Whitney, it's really not

like you to be modest.

I'm telling you, Phillip,

I did not draw that.

Then who did?

- Childress's ghost?

- Shh. Listen.

Okay... "He who has wisdom

wonders not of the Beast,

"for nothing in Hell lives

without man's consent."

God. "Woe unto you who

would give the Beast form.

"To contemplate evil

is to ask evil home."

(frightening music)

(growling)

Hello?

Is somebody there?

Not again.

Phillip, is that you?

Alright, you little maniac,

I know you're out there.

Come on, kid, game's over.

I need my towel.

My hair is wet.

Okay, Phillip, ready or not,

here I come.

Whitney, come on now.

What are you talking about?

Phillip, the curse is real.

What curse?

What are you saying?

It threatens anybody

who dares to give

the Beast form.

Don't you see?

I drew it.

I gave it life and now...

and now Amanda is gone

and Norman is gone.

Wait.

Wait a minute.

Are you trying

to say to me

that a monster you drew

just stepped off the page

and devoured Amanda

and Norman?

That's right.

God, Phillip,

that's what...

That's what killed

Colin Childress

O years ago,

he probably...

(ominous music)

Oh NY"

Oh my God, Phillip.

(Whitney):
It's Lisa.

It's Lisa!

(Phillip):
Wait!

(suspenseful music)

Phillip?

Where are you?

(low growling)

(Lisa):
Hey, this isn't

funny anymore.

(screaming and snarling)

(screaming)

(bones crunching)

(distorted laughter)

(frantic music)

Lisa!

Lisa!

Wait, wait, wait,

stand back.

(Whitney):
Lisa!

Lisa!

(Whitney screams)

Time to go, Whit!

(snarling)

(Whitney screams)

Sh*t!

Oh, God.

Phillip, it's not gonna

let us out of here.

I hate to tell you this but if

we don't get out of here

- it's over for us!

- I know.

There's only one chance.

There's only one chance.

We have to get rid of it.

What?

(Whitney):
Sh*t.

(thunder crashing)

on, God, Phillip,

Phillip, it makes sense.

Childress made the same

mistake.

If I... By giving that monster

a physical presence,

even a two-dimensional one,

we offered it a vessel

that it could occupy

in the real world.

- That's great.

- Oh, God. Okay.

According to the curse...

the Beast is spawned

by man's imagination.

Oh, God, it's literally been

ingesting creative energy

to keep itself alive.

Michelsky's, Lisa's,

and Amanda's.

Amanda?

She's gonna give

that thing diarrhea.

Wait, what are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do, Phillip?

We're gonna...

We're gonna destroy

its physical form.

(frightening music)

(heavy breathing)

(snarling)

(Whitney shrieks)

Phillip?

Phillip!

Oh my God.

Oh, no.

(Mrs. Briggs):
Hello?

Anyone down there?

(frightening music)

(Whitney):
It was the

creature all along.

It killed Amanda and

Norman and Lisa

and now it's got Phillip.

We've got to do something.

Slow down, Whitney.

You're not

making any sense.

Look, I have searched high

and low for all of them.

But they'll he back.

Haven't you been

listening to me?

I certainly have.

Comic books and

monsters and... oh.

That's a nasty cut.

I have some disinfectant

here somewhere.

I'll look for it.

(Mrs. Briggs):
You know,

I changed my mind

about those comic hooks.

I've been going through

a lot of changes lately.

(growling)

(suspenseful music)

(Whitney shrieks)

(grunting)

(bones snapping)

(monster laughs)

(Monster:
) You're mine now.

(screaming)

(snarling)

(Whitney):
No...

(distorted laughter)

(clattering)

(Whitney shouting)

Nu!

(distorted chuckling)

(Monster):
Whitney...

(monster groans)

(ethereal hum)

(panting)

(roaring)

(monster screams)

(melancholy music)

Phillip...

on, Phillip.

Phillip, I'm sorry.

(sobbing)

Oh, Phillip...

(smack)

(chains rattling)

I'm sorry, Phillip.

(weeping)

I'm sorry.

(Phillip):

You call that a kiss?

I'm not talking about some

quick peck on the cheek here.

I'm talking about a real kiss.

Oh!

(triumphant music)

Now that's more like it!

Hey, hey, hey.

Do you mind?

On, Phillip,

thank God you're back.

Thank you.

You're the one that did it.

Now look:

I don't want you to think

this means you own me

or anything, okay?

- I'm still my own man?

- What a guy.

(laughing)

What a guy-

So what's next?

I mean,

what about the others?

Looks like the

hall's in your court.

Or in your case,

the pen's in your hand.

What about that thing?

Alright, one step at a time,

okay?

I've only got two hands.

- Okay,

- Okay?

Hey, hey, hey',

get some mouthwash

or something.

Who first?

Not Amanda.

(laughing)

(happy music)

(exciting music)

If I don't destroy him like

they did 30 years ago,

he's gonna do it again.

Trashcan's right over there.

(snarling)

Oh, I'm gonna burn you,

you bastard.

We're gonna make you burn.

(snarling)

(monster moaning)

(monster screaming)

(triumphant music)

(screaming)

No!

Phillip!

(distorted laughter)

(Lisa whimpering)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(Amanda screaming)

(Mus. Briggs):
Mo! No!

(summing)

(Phillip screaming)

(monster snarls)

(screaming)

(sad music)

(distorted chuckle)

(Monster):
Wherever

there is imagination,

I will dwell.

(frightening music)

(monster roars)

No!

(chewing)

(bones crunching)

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