Ghost Team Page #5

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There's no electricity

running through this

place anymore.

Exposed wiring can give out

high EMF readings but,

I don't know. I'm not getting

a source for these readings.

Holy f***, holy sh*t. Come in!

Somebody come in!

F***! Help! Somebody help me!

Zak, we're coming!

Help me! We're all going

to die!

Watch out, watch out!

Zak, Zak!

Zak!

He's gone.

Louis, what do we do?

Look, hey! Calm down.

We are going to find him.

Zak! Zak!

Zak!

Hey man, I've been thinking.

This is like that scene,

where Mel Gibson sees

the aliens in signs.

What if there are crop circles

out there, man?

Do you think it's the same ones

that took...

Just give the alien thing

a rest for one second.

Two of our friends just

got taken by demons.

So it's okay to believe

in ghosts,

but aliens are ridiculous?

What if they got abducted?

No one's been abducted.

Grow up, Stan.

Louis?

What?

Guys, guys, guys. Come here.

Look, look, look.

Go go! This is our chance! Go!

I see the bastard.

See him?

Yeah.

Wait, don't get too far.

Hey, Louis. We're going

around the back!

Over here.

Ross?

Stan?

Guys?

- Oh, my God, oh, my God

- No, no, no, no.

Okay, so what do we do?

Why won't it tell us

what it wants?

It wants us to leave.

It wants us to get out

of it's home.

We've been catching EMF spikes,

all night long.

But no source.

Usually with these kinds

of malevolent hauntings,

there's inner sanctum.

A source for paranormal energy.

It's spiking.

What does it mean?

Is that...

What is this place?

It's a meth lab.

Ghosts are making meth.

They aren't ghosts.

They are drug dealers.

Right.

Yeah.

We gotta keep going

till we get some

cell reception.

- Are you going to leave

them there?

- What choice do I have?

They are in there

because of you.

I get it. It's all my fault.

I'm a looser, okay?

I should have just stayed

at the copy shop where I belong,

because that's all

I'm good for, right?

That's not what I mean.

At least I can go get some help.

They'll be dead by then.

What am I supposed to do?

The only thing I'm good at is

making copies and going on

message boards,

with other idiots who just

want to talk about poltergeists

all day while sitting

on their fat asses at home.

Alone.

All I know is how to do hair and

nails but you don't see me

acting like a f***ing p*ssy.

Look, we may not be living

large lives here,

But it doesn't make us

small people.

How did your dad's secretary

sound, again?

What?

Since there's no power running

through the barn, I just assumed

that readings were paranormal.

I didn't think that there

might be...

another power source.

Do you know the plan?

I'll wait for your signal.

- Can we at least get some water?

- No.

Not till you tell me

how many of you are out there.

Told you, it's just us.

I don't think so.

My boys tell me they saw

at least five of you.

What are you doing

out here anyway?

Doing a ghost hunt.

What, like a...

Paranormal Specialists?

That show sucks.

I like that show.

Shut up!

Shut the f*** up!

You call your boys off, man.

Call off your f***ing guys.

I will gut every one of you.

I told you this

place was haunted.

Spirits!

Spirits! Use me as a vessel.

Deliver your message!

You have angered us!

Leave us alone!

- What's wrong with her?

- We're going to possess

your soul.

Hold on, hold on.

Hey, guys!

I thought you bailed on us.

No. Not on your life.

Come on. We've got to

be really quiet.

Oh! A back up generator!

Who turned it on?

You!

You are the guy who printed

all those

"no trespassing" signs.

Yes, I did.

Which is technically

what you are doing.

What are you doing

here, anyway?

We are hunting ghosts.

This is your lab?

Mm-hmm.

Why, I mean,

why would you do

something like this?

Why are you hunting ghosts?

Aw, thought you knocked

him out.

I don't know how hard you

got to hit someone to knock

em out. Do you?

Come on, Stan. Back me up.

We're all learning

on the job, Zak.

Take care of this.

I can go to the boat, get a gun

and shoot 'em in the head.

No, come on. Don't!

You don't have to do this.

Shut up!

Why don't you drown 'em one

by one on the slop sink,

then dump them

in the marsh?

It'll look more natural.

You don't have to do this.

We could help you escape.

Escape?

I get free rent, free board,

all the free meth you want!

We're living the dream, bro.

Sorry, Ghost Team.

- No no, There's got to be

something we could do.

- No, no. Please.

You're right. It is

time to say goodbye.

But to yourselves.

Kill him, Roberto.

We got it, we did it. Awesome.

This fool, is going to die.

Everybody, chill.

Shut the f*** up!

- Drop it!

- Eat a dick.

You want to die?

Yesterday,

the answer would have

been "yes".

But today...

it's just a " maybe".

Hey! Not another step!

Come on, let's go.

You know what? I will

kick you in the dick.

Right in it.

We're going to come for you.

Open the door! Push it, push it!

It's locked!

Pull it! Pull it!

Sh*t! Oh, yeah! Zak can hack

the security code.

- Come on, come on.

- What?

Yeah, you're

the computer genius.

I'm not a genius.

I'm an idiot.

No! You graduated from...

I didn't graduate, okay?

I failed out.

I'm 27, I live with my mom

and I work at micro center.

- I'm a f*** up.

- What?

No! Look at us! We all are.

We believe in you, okay?

- You okay?

- It's fine!

You can do this!

You can do it.

I think if I can reverse

the current,

Oh, my God.

Come on, come on.

Go! Go!

You go this way.

We'll draw them this way.

Come get us, you cock sucking

motherfuckers!

Come on, buddy.

What do we do?

I don't know.

We've got to figure

it out, really fast.

Close the door!

Through the window.

- Do you see anything?

- Nothing.

Sure?

We're dead.

We are not dead.

Maybe he didn't see us.

Oh, sh*t!

Go away!

They are zombies.

- Did you see their tattoos?

- Yeah, what about em?

You are wonderful people,

alright?

Yeah, ha-ha,

very funny Zak.

You are really good people,

right?

Are you okay?

Don't be humble.

I'm awesome.

I'm f***ing awesome.

So let's kick some f***ing ass.

Hey! Do you believe in aliens?

I do.

On march 27th, my wife

was abducted.

Alright, girl...

Come on!

What was that!? What was that!?

It was terrible.

You alright?

- Where's Louis?

- We don't know.

We don't know where he is.

Here's how

it's gonna work.

I'm going to take this boat

out on to the ocean.

You're going to go home

and forget about everything

that happened here.

Okay, but what about her?

She's my collateral.

If I see a police boat

or anything else, I shoot her.

And if we let you go?

She lives.

Fine.

On second thought, I think

I'll kill you all.

No!

Your father says he's sorry.

He's sorry he wasn't there

for you that day.

That he didn't tell you

that he loved you, more often.

Because he did.

He wanted you to grow up

strong and independent.

He'll never forget

that thing you two did.

That one time when you did it.

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