Gremlin Page #4

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And so we would shut

the book together,

and we would make up

our own silly stories.

There was a little girl named...

That's where you say "Anna."

There's a little

girl named Anna.

Anna was a beautiful

little princess.

And you would say,

"No, not a princess, a monkey!"

And you would giggle with

your sweet, perfect voice.

And then I would tickle you

until you laughed so

hard, you would squeal,

and you would beg me to stop.

And when I stopped,

you would hug me.

And I would hold you so tightly.

I'm sorry that I couldn't

protect you, my little monkey.

You don't deserve

to be down here.

You won't be for

long, I promise.

(knocking on door)

- Mr. Thatcher?

Mrs. Thatcher?

- Detective Patterson?

- Hello, Julie, do

you have a moment?

- Well, Adam's not here,

and I really need to get Charlie

to his doctor's appointment.

- Is Anna here?

- It's Monday, Detective.

She's in school.

- That's funny, cause

when I called the school,

they said she didn't

show up for class today.

- Why would you need

to call her school?

- I need to talk to

her about Tyler Cook.

He's been reported missing.

- Her boyfriend.

- Is it possible

they're together?

- She was here this morning.

I don't know where Tyler is.

And they're teenagers.

It's not unusual for Anna

to be missing from school.

I can call you when

she comes home.

- Okay, please do.

- I'm sorry I couldn't

be of more help.

- I really need to talk to her.

- Glad to see you

didn't change your mind.

- Thank you.

Wait, I just need a minute.

No, just wait.

Wait...

I need to give something to you.

I have to give this to you.

No, wait, wait, wait.

I have to...

Just give me a second.

I need you to take

this for real.

- Adam, who cares

about the f***ing box?

- Take it!

- You're scaring me.

- I'm sorry.

No!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- [Julie] Tell me it's over.

- No, it's not over.

It's not f***ing over, Julie!

- [Julie] What?

What do you mean?

- I mean it just killed her.

Like everybody else.

I killed her.

- [Julie] Adam, how

is that possible?

- Get Charlie out of the house.

Get him out of the house,

and go to the motel on six.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Go right now.

Leave the gun on the counter.

- [Julie] What are

you going to do?

Adam?

What do you plan to do?

- I'm gonna come home

and wait for it to come out,

and I'm gonna f***ing kill it.

- [Julie] No!

We already tried

that, it didn't work!

- I'm trying it again.

Do what I said.

Go to the motel.

- [Julie] There has to be

someone else we can give it to.

- Who?

Who, Julie?

My parents?

I don't love anybody else

but you and that kid.

Get out of there.

Come on!

Come get me!

(phone ringing)

Hey, did I wake you?

- No, I didn't sleep at all.

Did you kill it?

Is it dead?

- No, I'm still waiting.

Doesn't seem to care

about my schedule.

How is he?

- Sleeping.

- Good, that's good.

How are you?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, Julie.

About Natalie, everything.

- What are we supposed to do?

You just expect

us to keep running

until the police

finally catch us?

Do you expect me to

dig a shallow grave

in the middle of nowhere

to bury my daughter?

Then what next?

We just start new

somewhere else?

And we forget?

It didn't help with the

pain of losing Henry.

And it won't help

now, I can't do that.

- I don't know the answer

to any of those things.

But I know that I love you.

I thought that I loved

her, but I didn't.

It was you.

It's always you.

I just need to kill this thing,

and everything will

be alright again.

- We're not coming home, Adam.

- No, you shouldn't.

You should just

stay there and wait.

After I've taken care of

it, I'm coming to you.

- No.

No, I don't want you to.

(monster growling)

(car horn beeping)

(car honking)

- Julie, Julie!

Charlie!

Buddy!

Hey, are you okay?

Are you okay, are you sure?

Come here.

I love you.

Julie.

Julie.

Baby?

Baby?

No!

- No!

Dad, stop!

(sad acoustic music)

- See anything you

like, Detective?

- Lucy Anifero?

- I am her, she is me.

How may I help you?

Would you like me

to tell your future?

I can do that.

- No, not at all.

I was told by a friend you

may be able to help me.

I'm trying to

identify something.

A box.

- Remarkable, Detective.

- What is it?

- I know what it is, it's

a kind of a trojan horse.

- It's a weapon?

- Yes.

- So you've seen it before?

- No, of course not.

It doesn't exist.

There it is.

For centuries, legend has

told of a divine weapon.

A box passed from

generation to generation

between loved ones.

Hidden inside the

box was fallen god,

held against its will,

bound to an evil purpose,

tormenting and killing

entire bloodlines.

For whoever possessed the box

would watch as the creature

inside would emerge

and brutally murder those

they loved one by one.

The box could not be destroyed.

It could not be lost or

given away to just anyone.

The god would continue to kill

as the timer on the box

ticked closer to its end.

There were only two

choices:
watch and wait,

or pass the curse to

someone you truly loved,

resetting the timer.

I know what you're thinking.

What happens when the timer

finally runs its course?

There are whispers, and rumors,

but no one knows for sure.

What is known is that as the

timer ticks near its end,

whoever possessed it would

be overcome with madness,

and pass it along every time.

That is why it's

still here today.

- That's the biggest load

of f***ing bullshit

I've ever heard.

- Most myths are, Detective.

It's simply a bedtime story.

- So what you're telling me

is I just showed you a picture

of a magic box from God?

- People have been

building these boxes

as harmless oddities

for centuries.

What you have is an

homage to an ancient piece

of elaborate fiction.

Nothing more.

I have one.

I'll sell it to

you, if you like.

Don't worry, there's

no trapped gods inside.

At least, I don't

think there are.

Hello?

- Charlie?

Charlie!

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie!

- Dad...

- I'm here.

- What do you think

happens to us when we die?

- I don't know.

I guess it's a lot like

it is before you're born.

- I don't remember

before I was born.

- Me either.

- Mom says we go to heaven.

When I die, are you gonna

put me down here with Anna?

- Nothing's gonna happen to you.

I will fight this thing.

I will get between you and it,

and I will not stop.

Do you understand?

I promise.

- How'd it go with Luciana?

She's hot, right?

- I don't know what you

two saw in each other,

but I got the story on the box.

It's just an antique.

It's just a big waste of time.

- Hey Morris, we found

Adam Thatcher's vehicle

abandoned on 50th street.

- Any sign of Adam?

- We dispatched a

unit to his house,

but he wasn't there.

If he was, he didn't

open the door.

There's something else.

- Well, what is it?

- You need to see for yourself.

- Holy sh*t.

Imagine being a cleaning

lady and finding this.

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