Hatchet Page #4

They lived

like that for years,

just keepin'

to themselves,

alone.

Victor was scared

to death of other kids.

They teased him

and tortured him,

like kids do.

They were so cruel.

And then, years later,

on Halloween night,

some teenagers came

to the house.

They were tryin' to

get a look at him,

tryin' to scare him

out of the house.

Mr. Crowley got home, and he

tried and tried to get inside,

but the door was on fire.

He could hear Victor screaming

inside, but he couldn't get in.

So he ran and got

himself a hatchet,

and he started

chopping at that door.

But Victor was pressed up against

the other side, trying to get out.

And it was an accident, but he hit

him in the face with that hatchet,

and poor Victor Crowley died.

The old man became

a recluse after that.

He never

left his house,

just sat there

for almost ten years,

before he finally died

of a broken heart.

And from that point on, people

started disappearing in this swamp.

All the locals

and hunters say

that if you get close enough

to the Crowley house at night,

you can still hear

Victor Crowley,

cryin' for his daddy

in the woods.

They say he's come back.

He wanders

the swamp at night,

with that hatchet slash

across his face.

This whole part of the river's

illegal to even be in.

It has been for years.

That's why there's

no other tour boats.

And that's why he

brought us this way,

so he wouldn't get caught

running his phony business.

That's why I came.

To find your father?

And my brother.

They started comin' down this

way to hunt gators last week.

Thought they'd catch more, bein'

the only boat in a closed-off swamp.

I told them

not to come.

So you think a ghost

got your family?

Okay, that-that

is so stupid!

Look around. There's

no one in these woods!

Yes, there is.

They probably got stuck,

just like we did,

and had to walk

the whole way home.

Right now, they're probably

sittin' at a Denny's or something.

Moons Over My Hammy.

Besides, we are nowhere

near the Crowley house.

Okay? I already told you,

it's on the other side of

the river, over two miles ago.

That wasn't the house!

How do you know?

Because that is.

Look, I told you all

the truth, okay?

I don't care

who believes it.

You are really starting

to freak me out, all right?

I just want to go home.

Tell me this is

part of the tour.

Oh, yeah, I sink

the boat every night.

It's hilarious.

I want my money back.

All right, okay. There's gotta be

a road around here or something.

Sh*t.

I don't wanna

go that way.

I'm not

going that way.

If it's

the quickest way,

then that's the way

we're going!

Why couldn't you keep your

stories to yourself, huh?

We're not

in enough trouble

that you had to scare the

pants off everyone, too?

I am trying to help you.

Y'all need to know the truth.

Baloney!

All right, all right. Just- You

help me come pick him up, all right?

Come on. Right

over my shoulder.

Get up.

Be careful, be careful.

Easy, easy.

You got him, man?

I'm right

here, Jim.

Here you go.

Easy, easy.

All right, everything's

gonna be just fine.

Look, we'll get him some help

and we'll all go home.

Stay close to me.

You're really scared

of that story, huh?

I mean, look, it's just

a myth. Everybody has 'em.

Bigfoot,

Loch Ness Monster.

Please stop talking.

- Okay.

I cannot believe that I

am out here in a swamp.

I bet Julia Roberts

didn't have to do this

before she got

Mystic Pizza.

Do you believe that

Victor Whatever story?

Oh, absolutely not.

I don't trust

anyone around here.

I mean, these people sleep

exclusively with their own families.

Yo, why is it that the crackers

are back there with the honeys

and we two brothers gotta

carry the injured dude?

I am so sorry.

I never meant for

any of this to happen.

I just want

to get to a road,

then I'm gonna

whip your ass.

Jim, how you

doin', baby?

I'm so cold. It hurts

like a son of a gun!

How much further is

the road past the house?

I don't know.

Few miles.

A few miles?

Are you kidding me?

Daddy.

Did you-

Shh.

Daddy.

I want to go home.

Oh!

You are all

a bunch of cowards!

Is anybody home?

Somebody help us!

We need help!

Please stop. We shouldn't have gone

this way. We need to turn around.

And go where?

Back in the water?

Please, just stop.

We need to

stick together.

We need to stop him.

- Come on!

Y- Y-You can't carry him

all by yourself.

I'm right here, baby.

Everything's gonna be all right.

We don't need

those loonies,

those cowards!

Stop! We need

to stick together.

Everything's gonna

be just fine.

We have the Good Lord

with us, baby.

The Good Lord

will protect us.

Raahr!

Aah!

Aah!

Ohh!

Oh, my God!

Come on!

Stop!

Help us! Help us!

Aah!

Aah!

Wait! Wait!

It's me! It's me!

It's me!

Where is everyone?

- I don't know.

We're over here.

What happened?

They're both dead.

But I shot him.

- You shot him?

But I thought he was a ghost!

You can't shoot a ghost.

You can shoot

a ghost?

Did you kill him?

- I don't know.

He fell down.

- God, this isn't happening!

W- W-Where's Marcus?

Up here.

What are you

doing? Get down!

Don't- No way. No way.

I'm stayin' right here.

This is bullshit, man,

this is f***ed up.

What can you see

from up there?

I can see ain't no dead

Elephant Man comin' to get me.

Come on. Do you see

a road? Lights? Anything?

I think I see downtown,

but I don't know.

Well, how far?

What direction?

That way. But it's far,

way too far.

All right. Did you see a

road or cars or something?

What kind of

stupid sh*t, man?

It's dark, it's wet,

and I can't see sh*t.

Wait. Where's Shapiro?

Doug! Hey, Shapiro,

where are you?

Keep it down!

We need

to keep moving.

We can't just

leave him out here.

Then why don't you just

run off and go find him?

That was mean.

Try your phone.

I dropped it.

You lost it?

Moron!

- Shut up, skank.

Enough! He could not have

gotten very far, okay? Let's go!

All right, Marcus,

come on, let's go.

No way. No, I'm

stayin' right here.

No need to

panic, okay?

Just come down.

We gotta go get help.

All right. We'll send someone

for you tomorrow. Let's go.

Wait, wait,

hold up, hold up.

I'm comin'.

Damn it.

Not even supposed to be

here right now, man.

Supposed to be lookin' at some

titties, man. What's wrong with us?

Sh*t. How the f*** did I

get up in this goddamn tree?

God damn it, a branch

hit me in the nuts.

This is bullshit.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

If you shot him,

aren't we safe now?

Maybe he's not a ghost.

Maybe- Maybe he's just some sick,

twisted backwoods hick

who, like, snapped

and went on a killing spree.

Yeah, and now he's dead

because she shot him.

Ugh, get

your own theories.

Oh, God.

Some backwoods hick, huh?

Who says it's not some spoiled

little city brat who went crazy

after doing soft-core porn

to get back at her parents?

Okay,

for your information,

I am from the Valley,

not the city.

Victor Crowley is real.

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