Saturday Morning Mystery Page #7

could build a mall?

GWEN:
But what

if that was the real reason

people accused the Kysers

of being Satanists?

And maybe because the family

couldn't take it anymore...

NANCY:
Gwen, that's why they

killed themselves and their kids.

GWEN:
No, what if they

didn't kill the kids?

What if they

actually ran away?

NANCY:
Right. And they must have

been hiding here all along!

And, somehow, they

raised themselves, and...

Gwen, they're just

a couple of little kids

trying to protect

their home.

GWEN:
It's the only explanation

that makes any sense.

(DISTANT GROANING)

Listen to me.

They're upstairs, okay?

I'm gonna lead,

and I need you

to follow behind

and guard us

with this, okay?

Can you do that?

Okay.

(MAN AND WOMAN

GRUNTING AND SHOUTING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Do I...

(MAN SHOUTS)

I...

Do I... know you?

(SPEAKS)

Ow, what...

(SPEAKS) Sss.

Ow. Ow.

(SPEAKS)

Ow.

(IMITATING) Ow.

What's your name?

(MUTTERING)

(SPITS)

(MAN SCREAMING)

(MAN AND WOMAN

SCREAMING)

GWEN:
They're just

like little kids.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Mona?

Kyser?

Mona Kyser?

The Kysers?

It is the kids

from the house.

We were in first grade

together.

LANCE:
Right?

Mona!

Uh, we're not here

to hurt you guys.

We're just... We just

want our friend back, okay?

We actually... We know

exactly who you are.

You're Mona,

and you're Frankie.

And, um, we're not...

We're not here to hurt you.

We... We heard. We know

what happened to you.

We know that... that

what happened to you

is far worse than anything

that your parents,

your family

was ever accused of.

You're not Satanists.

You're just...

(GRUNTING)

really messed up.

And... that's

not your fault.

We just want to help you.

And if you would just

please put the ax down.

Gwen, I need you

to f***ing shoot him!

NANCY:
Gwen!

(GWEN SCREAMS)

No!

(GWEN SCREAMING)

(FRANKIE MOANING)

Enough!

(GUNSHOT)

(GWEN SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(GWEN GASPING)

Please kill me.

Please.

Please, please.

Please kill me.

Please, please.

(SCREAMING)

You're my best friend.

NANCY:
Come on.

LANCE:

Right by the bridge,

could lay down.

Come on!

We gotta go!

I can take a nap.

Nope. Up you go.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(HOWLING)

(GRUNTING)

Lance.

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

(MONA SHRIEKING)

(SHRIEKING)

(GRUNTING)

You f***ing b*tch!

(GASPING)

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(DOOR SLAMS, SILENCE)

(GROANS)

Uh...

Can I have the keys?

(SHOUTING)

(CASTING DAWN INTO SHADOW

BY VESPERIAN SORROW PLAYS)

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