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Chilling Visions: 5 Senses of Fear Page #2
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Dr. Tom,
Amy Kellerher's here for her 11:30.
Amy.
Dr. Tom... hello?
- Hello.
- Yeah.
Yes, sorry, uh, send her
to exam room three.
Okay, let's see what
we can see, shall we?
Oh, my.
Little bump
on your cheek there.
Mind if I ask what happened?
Just clumsy.
Aren't we all.
But you know,
with eyes like yours
you need to be extra careful
with injuries like that.
Your glaucoma
isn't getting any worse,
but your keratoconjunctivitis
is aggravated.
Well, I have
my mother's bad eyes.
Oh, I think your eyes are fine,
just fine.
Besides, if you didn't have
a few ocular issues,
I wouldn't get to see you
so much.
So, when am I gonna meet
this new boyfriend of yours?
Uh, Tucker, isn't it?
Uh, Travis.
Ah, Travis, right.
Yeah, you know,
but he won't admit it.
He's got this germ thing.
And he thinks he's gonna catch
something from the eye machine.
You know, Amy...
that farsightedness again.
Leave a message.
Hi there, Amy.
Listen, I was just thinking
about Travis' vision problem
and I completely forgot
to mention
that we have a first visit special
going right now.
Guess what?
It's free.
Yep, free.
So, just call up and we'll make
an appointment for him.
I think the patient lacks insight.
If only he could see
the error of his ways.
Hmm, several doses
of medicine very like his own
should do the trick.
Well, you got
Means the, uh,
nearsightedness we all get with age
is coming on a little early with you.
No worries, we'll get you fixed up
with some bifocals.
Bifocals?
Relax, you only have
to wear them when you want to.
Now let's get you checked
for glaucoma.
Over here.
Now, this is the one
that blows in the eye.
Don't worry.
Big, tough guy like you
Now, there's gonna be
a little puff.
But first, tell me, though, Travis,
do you love her?
What?
What the hell business
is it of your...
Travis?
Travis.
Travis!
Please, stop!
I'll be good, I'll...
I'll be a good boy, I promise!
You won't hurt me again!
Never, never again!
What the hell is happening?
What's happening?
If he's gonna be with you,
he shouldn't hurt you like that.
He just needed
to be scared straight.
But enough of him.
This is our time.
What the hell did you do to me?
I said, what the hell did
you do to me?
Nope, no.
"Amy Kellerher...
Reflections and mirrors."
- I can explain.
- No, no, never mind.
I don't know how exactly, but...
I think I got a pretty good idea
what you done to me.
No, don't...
Wh... what's that for?
Well, it ain't goin' in your ass
cheeks, that's for sure.
Please, please don't,
I'm sorry.
- I... I shouldn't have...
- Shouldn't have what?
Messed with other people's
business?
Peeping Tommed
where you don't belong?
I only wanted to see...
really see.
- See what?
- Everything.
You wanna know what I see, Doc?
Blood.
I know it's not
really there anymore, but...
I still see her blood.
You were supposed to stop.
You... you... you were supposed
to understand.
You think heapin' a pile
on my brain was gonna
make me think, "Oh, God...
Oh, God, what a bad man I am.
I repent."
You know, you may be
an okay eye doctor
and you're sure as hell some kind
of mad scientist freak.
But you're a crap psychologist, Doc.
You don't know a thing about me...
my life, what I've seen.
Look, I know I may not be
the nicest guy I know.
- But guess what?
- What?
At least I'm out there
trying to live a real life.
While you sit here
alone in the dark
mentally masturbating
to the memories of others.
You thought this would help me.
You turbocharged me.
Who knows,
maybe if you had loaded
my head full of images
of cute, cuddly kittens,
I would have straightened
out right as rain, you know?
But you messed up.
You killed her, Doc.
Oh, no,
I didn't mean for this to happen.
Shh, don't cry, Doc...
not... not yet, at least.
Oh.
Come on, seriously?
God, no... no, please no...
- No, no, no, no!
- Hold still, damn it.
God, God make it stop!
Make it stop!
I get it now, I see now.
Make it stop, make it stop.
It stopped.
- It stopped.
- See now?
That wasn't so bad, huh?
Who's there?
Is someone there?
I need help.
No, no, no!
No, no...
No!
No, it goes like this...
- # Da-da-da-da da-da-da#
- Are you sure?
Yeah, Henry and I used to sing it
on the radio.
Right?
Mm-hm.
How many miles, Henry?
Thirty-eight.
I don't know how he does it.
It's unreal.
Mom?
Mom?
Wh... what happened?
Henry?
D... D... Dad?
Wh... what's wrong?
Wh... what happened to the car?
Wait for police.
The phone is broken.
We gotta get
Can you help me?
Okay.
Lift up... okay.
Dad?
- Dad.
- You know where the car is, right?
East.
Good.
Wave for help.
Mom.
Gotta go find help.
Henry, no.
There's a creek.
It's not far from here.
I'll find you.
No, stay here.
Stay... stay here.
Help!
Can anyone hear me?
Clearing, log,
east, path, sign,
southeast, road, car, sm...
Trap.
Help, please, please help.
Hello?
Please help me.
Help. Help.
Help me.
Hello?
Help.
Hello?
I didn't mean to just
walk in, but...
I... I was in an accident.
I... I need help.
My family...
Our car ran off the road.
I'm blind, but I can...
I can show you where it is.
He left to find the accident.
He's hunting, using traps.
Doesn't like to be touched.
Nine fingers.
Trap.
- Ooh.
- Whoa there.
Please, I need help.
Do you have a phone?
Are you all right.
Our car ran off the road.
I'm blind,
but I can take you there.
Can... can you call the police?
Don't worry.
Where are your parents?
They were in the accident too.
They're hurt.
What's your name?
Henry.
There are other people
that need help too.
- Just...
- No one lives up there, Henry.
It's abandoned.
But there's a house.
It... it has people in it.
- I... I don't know how many.
- Okay, okay.
Take me to your parents.
What's wrong?
I ha... have to pick up my cane.
You need to be careful
out here, Henry.
There's a lot of things to trip on
if you're not careful.
What about your parents?
How long are you going
to hide, Henry?
Hello!
I know I heard
somethin' out there.
Are you out there, kid?
I found your parents
up the road.
Hello!
I saw your house,
you sick bastard.
I know you can't see.
But I have a gun.
Four.
Three.
What are you counting?
You don't like germs, do you?
Two.
You don't like to touch things.
I don't need to.
Maybe you should.
Maybe it'll help
you keep track of things.
One.
Mister?
Are you okay?
Your ten o'clock
should be here shortly.
This is it?
This is it.
How much do I owe you?
No payment necessary.
It's all been taken care of.
Is this where we are?
They'll tell you everything inside.
Hello?
Hello.
Hello.
Is there a call button
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