Dark Ride Page #6

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or an it, man.

I don't care.

We need to grab Cathy

and we need to get out of here.

Is she okay?

I mean,

she has a pulse, dude.

I don't know.

Bill...

what are you

doing here, man?

I could have sworn

I saw you guys take off.

How did you get away?

Are you kidding me, Jim?

I know this place like

the back of my hand.

Jim...

(stabbing sound)

How many friends

do you have now, Steve?

(grunts)

Revenge, huh?

Don't call it revenge.

Think of it as...

time-released justice.

F*** you, a**holes.

Well, Jim,

turns out that

Norman Bates was wrong.

Seems a boy's best friend

isn't his mother.

It's his older brother.

Each murder he committed

was like a little present.

He wasn't just playing.

He was playing

for me.

Some monsters are harder

to recognize

than others, Jim.

(rain pattering)

(rain pattering)

(moans faintly)

Bill:
Thanks for

your help, Cathy.

(thunder rumbling)

(sirens wailing)

(eerie carnival music playing)

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