Dead Story Page #4

But baby, this house, there's

something really wrong here

and you need to trust me.

Please.

- Okay.

Okay.

Just grab that and

I'll grab this.

- Harold hurry, come on.

- Okay, hold on.

- What is going on?

- I don't know, it's

just not starting.

I don't know what's

going on with it.

- We have to go.

- F***, I can't

go anywhere, Anne.

It won't start.

Just calm down, just...

F***.

My mom's here.

- Harold, honey...

- mom, you were not

supposed to leave Anne!

- I was only gone for

just a few minutes.

- She called me in a panic,

I left the office early.

I didn't even tell Mr. Jones.

Now my car won't start!

- It'll be fine.

Anne and I will

have a nice talk,

I'll fix her a glass of tea and

you need to get on back to work.

I'll tell ya, you

need to keep your job

and thank goodness Mrs.

Jones and I are good friends.

- Mom, my car won't start.

- Here, take my car.

It's gonna be okay, okay?

- Alright.

Just talk to Anne please.

- I will.

If you don't get out of this car

and march up to that house

right now, I'll kill you!

- Anne, sit down.

Look at me.

I have to get back to work.

But mom promised me she's

gonna stay with you.

Listen, here take this.

Take that.

Trust me.

- You better hurry.

I'll take good care

of her, I promise.

- Okay, mom.

Okay, mom, I just

gave her a pill

so she's gonna be asleep for

at least a couple of hours.

- Asleep?

No, I don't want to go asleep.

The ghost...

- Ghost, really?

Everyone knows

ghosts aren't real.

I told you before you married

her that she was loony.

- Mom, I can't do

this right now.

I'm sorry.

You might be right.

Maybe she does have some issues.

But the point is I need you.

- You could move.

I mean, there's a nice

house just two blocks

from where I live.

- There's no way I can do that.

All of my savings I put in

for a down payment

on this house.

And with the market

the way it is,

there's no way I'll

get my money back.

- I could give you a loan.

- A loan?

Why is she here?

- See?

She's hallucinating again.

She doesn't even

remember that I was here.

- Mom, stop.

I just gave her a pill.

- I've been here all day, honey.

- Why can't you stay?

- Anne, you have got to

stop acting like this.

I have to go to work

and you know that.

Look at me.

Mom's doing us a huge favor

by staying here with you.

Do you understand that?

I don't have time for this.

I have to go to work.

She'll take care of you.

Mom, please take care of

her because I love her.

- So...

My son has gone and

married a crazy b*tch

who thinks she sees ghosts.

Now it's just you and me.

All alone.

I wanna ask you something.

Why the f*** did

you marry my son?

Is it for the money?

No.

He said you had your own money.

From selling those slutty

calendars of naked women.

Yeah.

I've seen your work.

You call yourself

a photographer?

You're nothing but

a pornographer.

And you know what?

You're gonna go to hell,

that's where you're going.

You're afraid of ghosts?

The only thing you need

to fear around here is me.

You little tramp.

I'll kick your ass.

Trying to take

over my son's life?

You're nothing but

a little b*tch!

I'll show you.

- No, there's

a ghost in the closet!

No!

- The ghost is in

the closet, eh?

Okay.

I'll show you.

- Let me out!

When Howard finds out

what you're doing!

Martha!

Martha, the ghost is in here!

Martha!

- You know what you are?

You're a whore.

- Please, Martha!

Please, the ghost is in here.

- You're a harlot!

- The killer is in here, please.

Please, please, help me, Martha!

- That ghost's in here!

- There's no such

thing as ghosts!

Anne.

Anne, honey.

Are you alright?

You little b*tch!

I'm gonna kill you!

Where are you?

- Anne?

Mom?

Anne!?

Mom!

Anne!?

Mom?

F***.

- Can you tell me what happened?

I know this is a

difficult situation

but I have to ask

you some questions.

Do you know where

she could've went?

When was the last time

you saw Mrs. Harris?

Does she have a history

of mental illness?

Is she on any medication?

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