Minutes Past Midnight Page #4

Michael?

For Christ's sake, I am surprised

you still think about him.

I think about him every day.

Every single day

Peter!

Lads!

You are gonna bleak it.

Lads! Help me out.

Lads!

Peter!

Michael!!!

It wasn't your fault, Peter.

When you broke the skull,

it wasn't why Sam disappeared'

It was my fault.

What's that?

Sam's fifty pence. I never put it in.

That's been burning the hole

in your pocket for the last 30 years.

I was scared. I am sorry.

Do it.

So, when are you heading

back to... Sweden or... Finland?

Yes, In a couple of...

Weeks? Months?

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Listen.

[sound of a train]

[evil laughter]

Let's go.

Wait.

Don't...

Sam...

Peter... Peter

The fairground is miles away, Peter.

Just trust me, Michael.

It'll be worth it.

I am going to the beach.

Yeah.

Lads, come on.

It's a ghost train.

Come on.

[70s porno music]

Huuu-laaaa...

No.

No!

[goat sound]

Of course I'm out of beer.

[goat in pain]

[goat screaming]

Ah, hey!

[goat screaming more]

[something running around]

[small creature scurrying]

[bone crunch and bite]

God damn chupacabra!

Show yourself,

you little peckerwood.

You took my finger.

And I can't abide by that!

[creature growling]

Cock sucker!

Ah, ha!

[screaming and growling]

MOM-EEEE!!!!!

[creature growling]

F*** YOU-

F*** YOUUUUUUUUHH

[smoke detector beep]

No sh*t?!

The night really turned out.

[creature growl]

[multiple creatures growling]

I shoulda seen this coming.

[growl and stream]

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