House of Dust Page #2

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when I come back,

maybe you can

tell me your name,

Gabby's roommate.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Look, I have to babysit

you every night.

Okay, no, no, no.

I'm through.

Can you feel me?

Emma.

Emma.

Get away from there.

Can't you read the sign?

It says "keep out."

Come on.

Fine.

- Ow!

- Hey, hey.

What the hell's your problem, dude?

Take it easy, pal.

Hey, you guys need

to clear out of here.

It's a restricted area.

I don't want to see you

around here again.

Hey, Lieutenant Mom.

Are you kidding me?

Let's go.

Dylan, come on.

You're pathetic, dude.

Screw that fool.

Let's go back.

What? No, man.

Dylan, no.

You want to go deal

with that mall cop again?

Yo, what's up, guys?

How you doing?

Kolt, how you doing? Dylan.

How's it going, buddy?

We're gonna go break

into Redding right now.

Are you down?

That place is haunted.

You have to know that.

Yeah, that place is haunted as hell.

Screw that.

Let's go back, hey Dylan.

I want to see

if what they say is for real.

You want to talk to this guy?

Emma, five seconds. Dylan!

You okay with this?

Yeah. Ahem.

I'll protect you.

Seriously,

I brought this magical cape.

I'll put it around us

and we'll disappear.

I don't know.

Let's just go.

Let's just check it out.

What if he's back there?

Who?

The guy who just grabbed me.

The only thing

he's gonna do is eat you.

I brought hot sauce.

- Yeah.

- I don't... do you guys...

You scared? Scared?

This will be fine.

It's gonna be fun.

Shh, guys.

Kolt, where... dude, where you going?

There's a door right here.

We just got busted right there, dude.

Come on.

- Come on! Rah!

- Walk this way.

If that door is open...

Yo, dude, give me some light.

Whoa, nice.

High creepiness.

What's this?

What's in here?

You're high, dude.

And you should be.

Full-impact haunted house sh*t.

Let's go.

All right, all right.

You guys, come on.

Stay close by.

- Come on, Gab. Whoo!

- They're coming to get you.

- They're waiting for you.

- Shh. Shut up.

Come here!

Paging Dr. Satan.

Whoo!

Whoa!

Dude, this place is sick!

Hey, get in.

Come on.

Where to, monsieur?

Welcome to the wing

of the clinically deranged.

Don't open those doors.

Don't open those doors, please.

We ask all passengers to please

remain seated during the ride

and keep your arms

inside the cart.

The patients are very hungry!

Guys?

Gabby?

Hey, Kolt?

Ho, ho, ho.

Paging Dr. Asperger to the O.R.

Doctor, strap me in.

Scrubbing in, nurse.

Whoo.

I'm Nurse Ratched,

here to give you your daily meds.

Nurse, I think we have a stiff.

Oh, my Lord. Crank that voltage.

One more time

for good measure.

Dun-dun-dun.

What's that?

What?

What is that?

Whoa.

Whoa, it's an oven...

for people.

It's a crematorium.

Dylan, come on, man.

Come on, let's... let's...

Ew, dude.

There's, like, dust

and sh*t everywhere.

Dude, th-this is it, though!

Remember the whole story I was

telling you back at the pad, dude?

Like, all the crazies

that were here, dude?

Can you imagine?

Is this another one of your stories?

Remember me telling you

about all this?

Like, all the lobotomies,

like, imagine all the crazy sh*t

they did back in 1951.

Are you listening to this right now?

Whoa!

That's right, dude.

In your face. Unh, what?

Let's get out of here. No.

Hey, what's... what's all this?

What is this?

It was a rat.

Where'd the rat go?

Oh, dude.

Sh*t better not be hazmat.

Haz-what?

Hazardous material.

Yeah.

Never heard of that?

No.

Looks like it's some sort

of paint or something.

No, dude.

That's way too funky to be paint.

Hey, guys...

...where's Emma?

He's not real.

He's not real.

He's not real.

Hey.

Hey.

Yeah, I just got lost.

What are you doing?

What happened to you all?

Well, we found this crazy-ass

crematorium downstairs.

Dylan, we're leaving.

Actually, now.

Dude, let me see your light.

Whoa, what's in here?

It's like old medical files

in here or something.

Patient records.

Now, Dylan.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

Yeah.

Let's go.

That was sick!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Whoa!

Ring around the whatever.

This is what happens when

he doesn't take his medication.

Oh, man.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Your parents must be proud.

You are like a grade-A idiot.

I know. Come here.

No, wait, what? No!

Ow.

Where are they going?

I don't know.

Hey.

Look, just because

my friend's mentally challenged,

I don't want you

to hold that against me.

No.

Not bad for the unofficial

last day of summer.

The next year, I'm gonna

take you to the morgue.

If you're lucky,

I'll take you to the Sizzler.

Well...

Thanks for walking me home.

Yeah.

I know it was a...

'Cause, yeah, it's far away.

...detour.

Yeah.

I love that. Ahem.

I just wanted

to tell you that...

I... I think you're...

a beautiful person.

Thanks.

Like, really...

beautiful.

Thanks.

Good night.

Good night.

- Get off of me.

- Settle down.

Man #2:
You're all right.

Settle down.

Get away from me.

Just calm down, calm down.

We just need you to relax.

Calm down. No, get off me. Mom!

Calm down.

Calm down.

Dad, you can't leave me here!

Get away from me!

Emma.

What the f***?!

You freak.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Dr. Thomas.

Oh, hi, it's Emma.

Look, I'm really sorry

to call you so late,

but, um, something's wrong.

I think...

I think my meds are off.

I keep, uh...

I keep seeing things again

and I keep hearing things

and there's whispering

and I don't know what to do.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Yeah.

No, I'm okay.

Okay.

Okay. Thank you.

Yes, good night.

Hey.

Hey.

Bad dreams?

Yeah.

The worst kind.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

You're gonna make me cry.

Shh.

I'm sorry, I didn't...

I didn't mean to wake you.

No, no, shh.

I'm the one

that should be sorry.

I mean, I'm so sorry

we went into that place.

I mean, Dylan's a good guy,

but he can get carried away.

No, no.

I'm overreacting.

I... I always overreact.

Shh, come here.

Come here.

Here, sit down, okay?

Just catch your breath.

Be right back.

Let me just try something.

I think you'll really like it.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

My mom used to brush my hair

when I'd have bad dreams

and couldn't sleep.

You should wear

your hair like this.

Kolt would like it.

You think?

Mm-hmm.

He likes you.

A lot.

What?

Nothing.

Nothing, I'm fine.

It's not Dylan's ghost, is it?

No. No, I'm just...

just jumpy from the dream.

It's okay.

Shh.

Looks good.

I love it.

It's a perfect chance.

Hi.

This could be you...

deviant sociopath

with clear lack of conscience.

Don't do homework in class.

He's done her already.

She's a lesbian.

Just because she attacked

you in the shower

doesn't mean she's gay.

It means she's a psycho,

like the film.

What, love?

you're, like, the most beautiful

girls in the world.

But personally,

I've never seen anything

so ugly as you three.

Aw.

The guy with the dirty underwear

is a hero in disguise.

Those aren't my un...

hey, Kolt, tell her, please,

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