Ominous Page #4

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You and your son

will be safe here.

Is he my son?

Even if he weren't,

would he be less deserving

of your love, nurture, care?

Every boy

deserves a mother.

Your husband's arrived, and

he's brought some friends.

I'm gonna need

you to stay here.

You can't leave me.

If your wife and son

are here, we'll find 'em.

You... you don't understand.

It's being handled.

No. Hey!

Hey!

Jacob.

There's a threat.

We need to move

to the next step.

Can you do it?

Good boy.

It's police. We have a warrant

to search the premises.

Open up.

Jacob.

Jacob? What's he doing?

What's going on?

What's happening?

What's he doing?

Doing what needs to be done.

You have to stop him.

We can't let

them hurt the boy.

But he's killing them.

Jacob?

Larson.

Get me out of here!

Let me out!

Open the door!

Open the door.

Please, move!

Here, here.

Come on.

Okay, Mr. Young.

-What now?

-Now?

We find my son. Come on.

Come on.

We're all clear.

What?

Thought I saw something.

He's toying with us.

Might be the Antichrist,

but he's still a child.

I think it's time we give that

son of a b*tch a time-out.

Yeah, come on.

He's got to be up here.

Come on.

Jacob?

Rachel?

I know you're in here.

Show yourself.

Hide-and-seek?

Great.

Let's play, Daddy.

Okay.

My friend,

he'd like to play, too.

Is that okay?

Sure.

What are we gonna play?

How about we play...

Dead.

Jacob, stop.

You stop that this instant,

you understand?

It's your choice.

Look out.

You know what

needs to be done.

He's the only one

standing in your way.

Please, don't hurt him.

I know you're not my son.

But I also know there's still

part of him in there somewhere.

I'm sorry...

For everything I've done

to you and your mother.

I'm so, so sorry.

But you don't

have to do this.

We can end this

nightmare right now.

All you have to do

is come with us.

Please.

You're lying.

Please.

Finish him.

Honey.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be...

We've got to go.

We've got to get out of here.

Come on.

Run.

Come on.

Okay, baby, gonna

get you to a hospital.

Okay.

Faster. Go faster.

I'm trying.

Get off the road now.

-Just get to the house.

-Okay.

-What are they waiting for?

-I don't know.

-Come on.

-Wait.

Upstairs, now. Now.

Mommy? Daddy? I'm home.

Where are you, Father?

You think you can defeat me?

You think you

have power over me?

I'm the Father now.

I am the Father, the Son.

I am the unholy trinity.

You should know, Daddy,

this is all your fault.

Are you okay?

It has to be me.

Wh... What you mean?

I have to do it.

It has to be me.

Go to hell.

Try to take it easy

for a couple of days, okay?

Keep off your feet,

if possible.

And...

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you, Doctor.

It's never easy, is it?

So young.

So vulnerable.

You have my condolences.

However...

What if I told you I

could bring him back?

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