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Hatchet Page #3
Yeah, you see?
Not one but two ghosts!
Yeah, I told y'all.
Isn't that just a chemical reaction
from the water and the gases?
No, no, no, man! It's-
They're ghosts! Look!
Nah, bra. Those are marsh
vapors. I've seen this on TV.
Hell, man, why'd you all
come, then? They're ghosts!
Oh, you're right.
Except no.
Damn it.
Now, uh, that's the spot
where Captain John Donovan
supposedly buried
a trunk full a treasure.
Legend says, though, that he left
two of his crew behind to guard it,
but he cut off their legs
so they couldn't run away.
That's a stupid story.
Fine.
Jim, did you see that?
I did. What was that?
Oh, it could- it c-could be
one of the more active spirits
we sometimes get
after it rains.
Hoo hoo hoo, it's spooky,
isn't it, folks? Hahaha.
Okay, perfect.
Perfect.
Hey, who wants to be in
the Halloween video?
Ugh.
- Come on, girls.
Whoo!
Okay, your "Whoo" is
so not in the moment.
Yeah? Well, your
nipples are dumb. Ugh.
This is pretty cool.
It's cold.
Not much of
a talker, are you?
I ain't here
to make friends.
Friends. Nice.
Must be a local.
I just didn't know that
locals did this touristy stuff.
We don't.
- No, of course. Yeah. No.
Yeah, I wouldn't really
do it either, normally.
It's just buddies of
mine from college...
...told me about it and
said it was cool, so...
I figured what
the hell, you know?
Check out the swamp.
Enjoy the activity.
I'm gonna be honest
with you right now.
I, uh, just got dumped by my
girlfriend of eight years,
and, uh, my friends took me down
here to try to get my mind off of it,
but, you know, I-
We were together since
and, you know, she tells
me she needs space.
What does that even mean
in girl language?
Space.
Whatever.
Get my mind off of it.
Just relax.
- Jesus!
- Drive much?
What happened?
Oh, we just...
got stuck.
Stuck? On what?
Oh, on some rocks or something.
I don't know.
Uh, here. Someone-
Someone give me a hand.
Here. Help me push
the boat off.
Is this a part
of every tour?
Relax. It's all good.
All part of the tour!
Damn it!
Who are you
gonna call, Daddy?
Shut up,
you nasty b*tch!
I would call the police
and they'd send someone.
Who?
- The cops. Duh.
The police are gonna
send the cops.
They're the same thing!
No, they're not!
There's a difference.
Nuh-uh.
- Yuh-huh.
Whoa, whoa, ladies, ladies,
I'll get us unstuck.
No need to be
calling The Man.
Marcus,
little help maybe?
This sucks.
- My hair!
They're half our age
and they're all of them complaining,
every single one of them.
You just sit right
back down over here.
Not very familiar with
your stories yet, huh?
Shawn, how many of these
tours have you done?
Oh, I-I-I've
done a bunch.
Oh, Jim, this is
a fine how-do-you-do.
Ew! My feet are
getting wet.
Are we sinking?
No! No, we're
not sinking.
it now, doesn't it?
Everyone calm down!
Th-this tree that we're stuck
on goes all the way to the shore.
Maybe there's a road
or a phone or something.
Oh, out here in
the middle of nowhere?
Well, we can't
stay here.
No, no, no, Jim, I think we
should stay here and wait for help.
boat coming through soon, right?
Probably not. It's
raining pretty bad.
Lovekins, we can walk right
across this tree to the shore.
No, no, it looks dangerous.
Damn. I could
be at a bar.
You are not gonna- No!
Here, watch me.
Oh, oh, Jim, wait!
It's okay, don't
worry about it.
Honey, come
back here!
Okay, it's a little slippery,
so you have to watch your step.
But I think-
Oh!
Someone help me!
Do something! Do something!
- He's got my leg!
Oh, God, it's gonna
take my leg off!
Get him to the shore!
With his blood in the water, this whole
place is gonna be a feeding frenzy.
Move!
Come on, everyone off the boat.
It's sinking.
No way! I'm not
going out there!
Oh, you're going
out there.
Jim! Is Jim all right?
- He's fine. He's okay.
Put your weight
on your left leg.
Okay.
- Jim!
No, don't cry,
don't worry.
It's all right, all right?
Just come on, I got you.
Shh. Don't worry,
don't worry.
Come on. Stand up!
I can't!
Honey, you need to stand up.
It's safer the higher up you get.
I don't want to.
Come on, I got you.
Stand up!
- I can't!
Misty! Mist!
Look at me. Look at me.
You're gonna be fine.
Just walk across.
Come on, I got you.
Come on! Walk across.
We don't have time.
Come on!
Hurry up!
Whoa!
Come on! Get out
of the water!
Get out of the water!
God!
Where'd it go?
What was that?
Run!
Go, go, go!
Good going, jackass!
- Hey, screw you!
You guys, we need to get
out of these woods.
Gators can walk
on land, too. Go!
But my hat!
Stop!
Slow down.
Don't hurt yourself.
You all right?
Oh, oh, watch out,
watch out, watch out.
Right here, right here.
Oh, my gosh!
what the hell's going on?
why Janie's got a gun?
Yeah, why do you
have a gun?
Oh, why should I tell you,
you little con artist?
Huh?
Okay, okay, look.
I'm gonna be honest.
I just moved down
here from Detroit.
My brother, he hooked me up
with this touristy gig,
told me I could make a ton
of dough, so I say try it out.
How many tours
have you done?
More importantly, how many
boats you ever driven?
Look, I did the one tour
last night.
I did this one
here tonight, all right?
The boat didn't
sink last night!
I can't believe this.
What the hell
does she have a gun for?
That's what I
want to know.
Because I'm lookin'
for another boat, okay?
My daddy and my brother went out
hunting on this river two nights ago
and they never came back.
The cops said they're probably just
off on a bender or something somewhere,
but I know that isn't
what happened.
So you go on a ghost tour?
How does that make any sense?
30 bucks for a boat ride
was a hell of a lot cheaper
than gettin'
my own boat, wasn't it?
That still doesn't
explain the gun.
Yeah, and why her ticket
was only 30 bucks.
I have a gun because
these woods aren't safe.
Besides, it just
saved his life.
Stop it! My husband needs help.
Look, we need to get him help and
we need to get outta these woods.
Who made you the leader?
We should call for help
and stay right here.
No bars.
I hate the south!
I don't think we should
move him right now.
Well, we have to!
- He's bleeding
pretty badly; we can't
carry him all the way home.
If we don't get out
we're all gonna die.
What are you talking about?
These are his woods.
Whose woods?
Victor Crowley.
Enough with
the stories already, huh?
Y'all don't even
know where you are.
I already told you that-
- All right, shut up.
Okay? You're not
even from here.
Where are we?
It was like
a dirty secret.
Victor Crowley was born
horribly disfigured.
His daddy kept him
hidden away in his house,
where no one
would see him.
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