In the Mouth of Madness Page #4

Hell, no.

Well, it's a nice place|you got here.

lt must be a hell|of a thing to keep clean.

You look as if you've|been up all night.

Been reading.

Hush!

You're a writer?

You an actor?

Take a hint, leave.

This ain't no tourist town.

Oh, l've been trying to.

You guys are good,you know.

You,|the old lady at the hotel...

Really, really good.

Cane's been messing|with the church.

Now something came leaking out,|took the little ones first...

then passed it on to us.

Can l buy you a beer?

Don't let it get to you.|Just get out.

Give it.

What are you?|Where do you come from?

Where do you live?

With you.

Who takes care of you?

You do.

You're my mommy.

Know what today is?

Today is Mommy's Day.

Nice to see you again.

You can edit this one|from the inside, looking out.

lt's funny, isn't it?

For years, l thought|l was making all this up.

But they were telling me|what to write...

giving me the power|to make it all real.

And now it is.

All those horrible,|slimy things...

trying to get back in?

They're all true.

Come.

See the instrument|of their homecoming.

What you have come lookingfor.

The new Bible...

that starts the change...

helps you see.

Do you like my ending?

Any suggestions?

Youfound something.

Where the hell did you go?

l'm losing me,John.

Help me.|l'm losing me.

What's happening?

l saw the book.

Don't look at it.|Don't read it,John.

l'm losing me!

Mrs. Pickman!

Come on,you old b*tch.

We're going. Now.

You are a dead girl

F*** you!

You're still here.

Busy night.

Special effects,|hidden speakers.

You people are professionals,|l'll give you that.

The thing l can't remember|is what came first...

us or the book.

We are not living|in a Sutter Cane story!

This is not reality!

Reality is not|what it used to be.

Oh,Jesus,this place|makes my head hurt.

Oh, really?

Come on, look at this.

This was done|by a five-year-old...

my five-year-old.

Johnny's sister.

She did me|after she did her mom.

You're alone.

Sh*t. Don't.

l have to.|He wrote me this way.

Oh, sh*t.|The key.

Jesus!

Christ.

Sh*t.

Never leave the city.|Why don't l learn?

Are we leaving?

We're already home.

You should have believed me.

Where's the f***ing highway?

Cane's writing me.|He wants me to kiss you.

Why?

Because it's goodfor the book.

Jesus!

lt's what the readers|want to read.

Oh, God!

Go! Get--get away from me!

Cane has a job for you.

Afew bad calls.

Afew wrong turns.

Do you want to know the problem|with places like this?

With religion in general?

lt's never known how to convey|the anatomy of horror.

Religion seeks discipline|through fear...

yet doesn't understand|the true nature of creation.

No one's ever believed it enough|to make it real.

The same cannot be said|of my world.

Your books aren't real.

But they've sold|over a billion copies.

l've been translated|into eighteen languages.

More people believe in my work|than believe in the Bible.

You got a point?

l think you know it.

There has to be|some kind of an explanation...

for what l've seen tonight.

l'll sort this sh*t out later,|but right now...

there has to be some kind of|a simple f***ing explanation.

Always lookingfor the con.

Even now you're trying|to rationalize.

Anyway...

your books suck.

You must try|reading my new one.

The others|have had quite an effect...

but this one will drive you|absolutely mad.

So l'm told.

lt'll make the world ready|for the change.

lt takes its power...

from new readers|and new believers.

That's the point.|Belief!

When people begin to|lose their ability...

to know the difference|between fantasy and reality...

the old ones can begin|their journey back.

The more people who believe,|the faster the journey.

And with the way|the other books have sold...

this one is bound|to be very,very popular.

Want to see?

All done.

''ln the Mouth of Madness.''

Yours to deliver,Trent.

What?

l will be joining|my new publishers now.

You take the manuscript|back to the worldfor me...

that's what you do.

What l do?

You are what l write.

Like this town.

lt wasn't here|before l wrote it.

And neither were you.

l know what's real.

l know what l am...

and nobody pulls my strings.

Did you think my agent|attacked you by accident?

He read about you...|in there.

He knew you'd bring it back|and start the change...

make what's happened here|happen everywhere.

He tried to stop you.

l'm not a piece of fiction.

l think,therefore you are.

Read it if you don't|believe me.

See what l have|in store for you.

l know what l am.

Go back.

Your world lies|beyond that passage.

Go now.

l can't hold them back|any longer.

''Trent stood|at the edge of the rip...

''stared into the illimitable|gulf of the unknown...

''the Stygian world|yawning blackly beyond.

''Trent's eyes refused to close.

''He did not shriek...

''but the hideous|unholy abominations...

''shriekedfor him...

''as in the same second|he saw them...

''spill and tumble upward...

''out of an enormous|carrion black pit...

''choked with|the gleaming white bones...

''of countless|unhallowed centuries.

''He began to back away|from the rip...

''as the army|of unspeakable figures...

''twilit by the glow|from the bottomless pit...

''came pouring at him|toward our world.''

Come with me.

l can't.

l've read to the end.

Hey, kid.

You want a paper?

Have you been in an accident?

You want me to get somebody?

No. Just...

Just point me to the highway.

Straight up.

Hey, kid.

Did you ever hear of Hobb's End?

What?

Package for you, sir.

But nobody knows l'm here.

Well, someone does.

Who delivered this?

l don't know.

Who?!

l don't know!|l wasn't here last night.

Who was it?!

l was.|And l didn't see sh*t.

l remember New York|during the Depression.

They think they have it bad now.

You should have seen|the Bowery back then.

Bodies piled two,three feet|high off the gutter.

l'm not going anywhere.

l'm God now.|You understand?

God's not supposed to be|a hack horror writer.

But maybe|l can help you believe.

Look around when you wake up.

Did l ever tell you|my favorite color was blue?

Relax, buddy.

Relax.|You're awake now.

lt was just a bad dream.

Are you deaf and dumb, sir?

l was just there in the town...

in that town, and...

there were people there...

and shops and homes and--

l don't doubt that.

What l'm telling you|for the tenth time...

is that it couldn't|have been called Hobb's End.

There never was, is,|or shall be any such place...

by that name in this state.

Ever.

l want to see your supervisor!

Well...

that is quite a story.

lf you could write it,|l'd publish it.

You don't believe it, do you?

lf l don't,what's my option?

That l'm crazy?

l'm not crazy.

Have you heard the rumors...

that Cane's books|have affected certain readers?

Yeah. Styles told me.

Styles--Oh,that's the girl|you say l sent with you.

But l know l sent you off alone.

Why wouldn't l remember her?

Well...

That's easy.|She was written out.

Written out?

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