Ghost of Goodnight Lane Page #5
- H-Here?
- Here?
As in, this house that is
attached to your studio.
W-W-Wait a, wait a minute,
w-what are we saying?
That people were
actually murdered here?
Yeah, someone isn't
happy with us here.
Oh, no sh*t!
No, I'm serious.
This is huge.
Wait a minute,
y-y-you're into this.
- Well...
- This is f***ing interesting to you?
A woman tells me
that her dead family
isn't at rest, and they
are physically entering
this world to express
their unhappiness.
Yeah, I'm sorry,
I'm a little intrigued.
You're sick.
No, no, I mean seriously,
there's something
f***ing wrong with you.
I mean, snap out of it, Dani!
Th-This isn't some little
indie f***ing documentary!
W-W-We're not your subjects!
This is...
- F*** this!
- Wait, where you going?
Well, you said that the
front door if locked, okay.
I'm gonna try the others.
I'm gonna get out of this place
and go get some f***ing help.
You can stay here and
study your ghosts
Johnny, I don't think
that separating right now
I'm not just gonna sit
around here and do nothing.
Are you deaf, Johnny?
There is no way out.
I'm getting out of this hellhole.
Anybody else who wants to come
with me, please, feel free.
I'm out, Alan.
I'm going with Johnny, and
we're gonna get a door open.
Good luck.
Go, go, go!
Why isn't it opening?
Oh, no!
We have to go get him!
Hang on, buddy, we're coming.
We have to go get him!
Laurel, we have to get out of here.
Come on!
We gotta go, Laurel!
Mo...
Mo...
Come on.
Oh, my God.
Maybe I should send a
text or an IM to someone
on the outside to try
and get some help.
- There's a good idea.
- See?
Brilliant.
Thanks.
Aww.
Sh*t.
What did I do?
What happened?
I-I-I was trying to press send, and
then the whole thing just went black.
Just reboot it.
Just press power.
That's what I do every time.
Dude!
That's where all my
files have gone?
Wait, you guys...
Well, what do you
mean by that, Dani?
I'm-I'm not writing that.
Get the key!
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
Okay.
This is so frustrating.
- Right?
- I can't send a message out.
- No, nothing.
- Nothing.
No text.
My phone doesn't work.
I can't send an email... I...
Yeah, but I-I can search anything.
I-I can literally, like,
search for anything,
It makes no sense, whatsoever.
This is so stupid.
Do a search on the little
girl and her mother.
Well, I know the mother's
name was Jeanie,
and Thelma told me the
little girl's name, but I...
I can't remember.
Ben, do you remember it?
Uh... Carla something...
I think...?
- but if Jeanie killed herself when
the kid was four... - Oh, right.
Then I doubt you'll find much
about the two of them together.
Stupid f***ing door!
It's okay, it's okay,
it's okay, it's okay.
Come here.
It's okay, Laurel.
Yup, I got something.
It's, uh, it's a picture.
It's looks like, um, a
Fourth of July celebration,
but...
Look who they have a picture of.
Was that her dad?
No, it's her stepdad, George Evans.
Thelma said he came on the scene
after Jeanie got back
from being kidnapped.
Look at the way she's looking at him.
Apparently little Carla didn't like her
new daddy very much.
Carly.
What?
Look at the name.
It's Carly, not Carla.
All right, relax.
Carly... Carly May Milles...
Millies.
Wait... h-how did, how did you...
I was named after my daddy.
Whoa!
Chloe?
Mm-mm.
Carly?
You're the smart one.
Chloe's gone bye-bye.
But I'm here, and I'm
not going anywhere.
Okay, what do you want?
My house!
We didn't know that
this was your house
until, until now, and,
and you can have it
if-if you'll just
let us out of here.
Liars!
Okay, I'm out.
Oh, sh*t.
Nuh-uh.
Time to do something witchy.
You're gonna die here!
You first.
That's quite enough, you two.
Ugh...
Son of a...
Okay, Laurel.
We're gonna get out.
It's okay!
I've got it!
I'm gonna get us out of here, okay!
Johnny, what are you doing?
I'm gonna get us out of here.
You hang on, Laurel.
I'm gonna get us out
of here, no problem.
I've got this, Laurel.
I'll get us out of here in no time.
Johnny!
Johnny!
How is that gonna help us?
Don't worry.
We're gonna be fine.
Johnny!
F*** this.
I don't care how much
a new door costs,
we are kickin' this mother down.
Thelma Perkins, how
did you get in here?
We've been trying to
get out for hours.
I have a key.
It never occurred to you to change
I told you to change the locks.
You never told me to change...
- Well, I told somebody to change the...
- What?
Okay it doesn't matter!
People are dying here!
She let you in, didn't she?
She?
You mean Carly May?
Then she is angry with you about
getting rid of this place.
Alan, the door.
See? This is, this is what keeps
happening to all the doors.
What do we do, Thelma Perkins?
Why is she doing this?
Why does she hate these doors?
Carly always loved Goodnight Lane.
It's the only home she ever knew.
She was born here.
I helped deliver that baby
with my own two hands.
And...
She died here.
I mean, since we moved in,
I've always felt stuff, her,
but, I mean, she never
hurt anybody, so why now?
This is all she has left 'til
her daddy comes her way.
He's what she really wants, but she
won't get him 'til he's six feet under.
So, this house, and the few
things she has hidden in it,
are all she has.
Her daddy?
Jeanie may have come back to me,
but she never really got over him.
Some girl even brought her a present for
Carly from him before she was born.
We'll all be together
again, someday.
As one, Sweetness.
Love, Daddy.
I told Jeanie having that
baby was a bad idea,
but she wouldn't listen.
We started seeing him on the news.
I knew I was right,
and...
When Carly got older,
Jeanie knew I was right, too.
I'm sorry, I'm lost,
I don't know... who-who's her,
who's her daddy?
Charles Milles Manson.
What?
Come on!
The skinny...
The tall, goth rocker?
With the...
I thought he was gay.
- Dude...
- No, not Marilyn Manson,
Charles Manson, the serial killer.
That's worse!
Well, yeah, a little.
I mean, this was extreme,
but... Manson?
Has anything strange happened?
Uh, there was, like, a swastika...
That was f***ing weird.
Yeah, there was a swastika
carved into Micah's head...
- when Johnny found her...
- Right, right into her head.
Manson has one, too.
You are shitting me.
And, and, and Chloe...
Well, Carly, I-I-I guess,
she kept saying that she
was named after her daddy?
Carly.
It was the closest thing
Jeanie could find
without just calling her Charlie.
Do you boys ever use
that fireplace?
We've got central... heating, so...
Why?
It made for a great hiding place
for a little girl with secrets.
She thought I didn't know,
but... but I knew.
Once Jeanie saw how...
mean that little girl could be,
she started to be afraid of her.
Afraid of a baby.
Uh, I got something.
Everyone says Jeanie
killed herself, but
if you ask me, Carly
made her do it.
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