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Hatchet Page #4
They lived
like that for years,
just keepin'
to themselves,
alone.
Victor was scared
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,
The old man became
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.
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.
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.
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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