Found

My brother

keeps a human head in his closet.

Every few days

it's a new head.

Usually, they are black women.

But one time he had

a white man's head in there.

I was going bowling

with my friend David one day...

And I needed

to borrow Steve's ball.

He wasn't home, so I took

it without asking permission.

That's a big no-no.

When I opened the bag at the

bowling alley, I almost cried.

I didn't tell anyone about it,

and I used David's ball instead.

I lied and said the one I

brought was too heavy for me.

I'm surprised

they couldn't smell it.

It's another black

woman's head,

And her hair

has been ripped out.

I've seen lots of

horror movies,

And the heads in those things don't come

close to looking like the real thing.

I can't explain what it feels

like to hold one of them.

At one point

it had thoughts and feelings...

And it kissed somebody

it loved.

Now it's just a bloody head

in a bowling ball bag.

I hope I don't end up that way.

If Steve found out I was in his

room, he'd probably kill me too.

I worry about him

finding out.

What if I put the head back in

the bag facing the wrong direction?

If he's a killer, he probably

thinks about things like that,

Because he's crazy.

The first person

he would blame would be me.

Big brothers blame little

brothers for everything.

Dad says

that's just the way it is.

Marty!

Didn't you hear me

yelling for you?

I was upstairs.

What are you

working on?

Me and David are making

a graphic novel.

Like a comic book?

David said

they are graphic novels.

What are

graphic novels?

Does that mean that

they're really graphic?

It just means

they use pictures.

Anyway, me and David have each

been working on a superhero.

See?

Here's mine...

Bag Lunch.

And here's Roach man.

David drew him. Hmm.

We take turns drawing the backgrounds.

Tonight I get to draw the blood.

Marty!

What?

I wish you could get interested

in things that weren't so horrible.

You know those movies used

to keep you up at night.

I'm not five anymore.

I'm 12. God!

Hi to you too.

I said hi.

Get your things off the table

before your dad gets home.

I wish my mom wouldn't

worry about what I watched or drew.

The only reason she cares is because of

a picture I drew in art class last year.

My teacher freaked out

about it,

So Mom had to come to school

and talk about it.

I guess some people are afraid

that if a kid watches horror movies,

He'll grow up to be

a killer or a psycho.

But I'm not a violent person.

I don't even like killing bugs.

I get good grades and I do what people

tell me to, so they just shouldn't worry.

Dad tells Mom all boys are interested

in horror movies and graphic novels.

He says it's normal, and that

I'll grow out of it someday.

But if that's true, then

I don't wanna ever grow up.

Not ever.

Marty.

Marty.

Marty!

Hmm? Sorry.

That must have been

one heck of a daydream.

What if we went bowling

this weekend?

I have to work this

weekend. Maybe next weekend.

You have to work this

weekend? Everyone's working overtime.

It's mandatory.

Well, I guess it's

just you and me, kiddo.

And Steve.

And Steve.

Can we go see

a movie?

As long as it's not

a horror movie.

Let's try something different

for a change.

I'm sure we can find

something family-oriented.

There's oil

on the driveway again.

- I asked you to park on the street.

- I do.

Our cars don't leak. Just

your piece of crap does.

I didn't park

on the driveway.

Don't ignore me, Son! That's

your oil in the driveway.

It's not my problem

if you don't believe me.

Not my problem?

If you're gonna live here,

You're gonna have

to respect our wishes.

I pay rent, so why don't

you respect mine and leave me alone?

Don't you close that door

on me! We're not finished, mister!

What do you want

from me? What do I want?

It's too late

for what I want.

I wanted you

to not flunk out of school.

I wanted you to make something

of your life!

- I have a job!

- You call that a job? Working in a factory?

That's a monkey job! You

honestly expect me to believe...

That you'll be happy working

there the rest of your life?

It's my life, so stay out

of it!

If you weren't living in my

house and messing up my driveway!

It's my house, Son!

If I find any more oil, I'll

have that trash heap towed away!

Oh, goddamn it!

Welcome back to WTNS...

And Mysteries

of the Unexplained.

Tonight we're talking

about he who lives deep, deep,

And I mean deep into the woods,

As we discuss

all things Sasquatch.

You know, Bigfoot, the Yeti...

And quite possibly

my great Uncle Teddy.

If it is hairy and scary and

you saw it, pick up the phone.

We wanna hear your story.

Marty.

I can see your light

in the hallway.

Better shove some clothes under

the door so Mom doesn't see.

Okay.

Hello. You're on the air.

Yeah. Hello.

Yes. You're on the air.

Well, I just

wanted to say...

Me and my husband heard of

Bigfoot down here in Kentucky...

Way back...

I think it was 1978.

Yeah, he was making the rounds

quite a bit back in the late 1970s.

Yeah, uh,

me and my husband...

It's

weird for Steve to talk to me,

But I guess he still wants to do

the big brother thing sometimes.

David!

Hey, I got the coloring

done. Wanna see? Sure.

Hey, David! Come on!

Um, how about later?

Okay. After school? Sure.

I'll meet you at the junkyard.

Cool. See ya.

See ya.

All right!

Everybody get in line!

Nice lunch box, Marty. Did your

mommy pick that out for you?

Yeah, only babies

watch cartoons.

Are you still

a baby, Marty?

Marcus Sanders, do you

want after-school detention?

Miss Thomas,

Marcus flipped you off.

Be quiet.

Did you stick up your middle

finger, Marcus Sanders?

After-school detention

for a week.

And no recess either.

- What?

- You heard me.

Quiet!

All right,

from this moment on,

While we're in the hallways and the

restrooms, there will be no talking.

Anyone who talks will get

after-school detention...

And, as a punishment, will write a very

long sentence on the chalkboard 1,000 times.

1,000 times?

Andy just got

after-school detention.

- But...

- And no recess either.

Anyone else?

Good.

You were in there an

awfully long time, George.

Marty?

Is that you, Marty?

Why don't you use the

urinals like the rest of us?

You're afraid we'll see

how small your dick is?

- Open up, Martin.

- Go away!

Open up,

or I'll kick your ass.

- He's got a tiny dick.

- He's got a little one?

An itty bitty.

I never saw one so little.

Levi, get in there.

- You guys are fags.

- Yeah, right.

F***er.

Marcus Sanders,

what did you do?

He called me a fag.

They crawled under his stall and

they tried to look at his thing.

You shut up, you little runt.

- His what?

- You know.

Is that true?

Do you wanna

talk about it?

No.

I wish I could take the rest of the day

off with you, but I got to get back to work.

Can David spend

the night tomorrow?

Please. We haven't had

a movie night in a long time.

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