The Black Dahlia Haunting Page #2

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I've seen this woman.

I'm not surprised. A lot of

people would recognize her if

they saw these.

No I mean, like, I've "seen

her", seen her. In person.

That's impossible.

Why is that impossible?

Because she's been

dead since 1947.

Whatever, I seen her plain as

day. She was kind of a b*tch.

You really don't know

who this is?

No.

Elizabeth Short?

Is that supposed to ring a bell?

The Black Dahlia?

Dahlia's aren't black.

The Black Dahlia was a nickname

that the Los Angeles press

gave to a woman, Elizabeth

Short, after she was killed.

Mm-hmm.

You've really never

heard of this?

I don't know. Oh, wait,

wasn't it a movie?

Elizabeth Short was

an aspiring actress

from Massachusetts.

She had a reputation about her,

of messing with men,

essentially sleeping her way

to the top.

She started to run with the

wrong crowd, got herself killed.

Great...

So why would Tyler

be drawing her?

I don't know.

He's a kid I can't imagine he

knows anything about what you

just told me.

Maybe he saw a special about

her on TV and it left some sort

of subliminal impression on him?

I don't buy it.

Well, I'm leaving now.

Going back to New York already?

No. Just leaving the office.

Okay. Alright. Well, stay

in touch, now.

If you want to do this again

let me know, I'd be glad to let

you talk to him again.

Yeah, whatever.

B*tch.

Speak to me.

Speak to me.

WHAT?!

Speak to me,

tell me what you want...

Ugh, disgusting.

Did you know how to fire the gun

before you lost your sight?

I mean, I saw people on TV do

it. It didn't seem that hard.

How were you able to aim the

shotgun in the proper direction?

Well, they were talking.

They were saying

'Don't shoot, don't shoot'.

So you kind of got lucky?

In a sense, yes.

How did you find the shotgun?

I had a gut feeling

about it,

where it was.

So it wasn't like you were

guided by something, or someone?

I guess that was my feeling.

I want to talk to you about

something else before we finish

up.

What?

Your drawings. You've been blind

since you were 10 years old.

But you keep sketching things

that you couldn't possibly

have seen before then,

in particular, the woman that

keeps appearing in them.

It's one thing that you draw

your room...

... its another thing that you

draw someone who has been dead

for over 60 years.

Is this someone who you saw on

television before you lost your

sight?

The internet? A book?

I see her. Here with me.

In your room, this facility?

Yes,

she speaks to me.

What does she say to you?

To hurt the ones who hurt me.

Your father?

Yes.

Has she said anything else to

you? Maybe her name?

Yes,

her name is Elizabeth.

Sir, block three

and block four are down!

Get the hell out of there!

Shhhh...

There's no need to

dream anymore...

There's no need to

hide anymore...

To lie anymore...

To carry the guilt of your

father's touch anymore...

I will...free...you...

AHHHH!

OH GOD!

NO!

AHHHHH!

Good evening, Betty.

Look at me.

You don't look so good.

I'm not.

I know what you did.

Got no money for no

back alley butcher.

What are you gonna do, you know?

At least I didn't

get a black eye.

Don't tell them you love them.

Don't do that.

You didn't have to do it.

Not by yourself.

Not like that.

You could have helped? How?

I know a guy.

Yeah? You're lucky.

He helps girls in

this situation.

You know how it is,

Norma Jeane.

They think they can do anything

they want to you,

and even if you try to say

something, you disappear.

Jenson? Jenson...

Good boy.

What is this place?

You don't feel it all around?

Something cold.

Something familiar.

This is where he

disposes of everything.

My dress,

the knives he used on me,

my blood.

You could almost call this home.

I don't understand.

What are you doing to me?

You don't know?

No!

Just like with your brother,

I'm gonna help you hurt the ones

who hurt you.

My father's the only one who

hurt me, now he's dead.

You haven't told me

thank you yet.

You didn't pull the trigger.

I helped him pull the trigger.

Did you help him

kill his mother too?

She had contempt.

For both of you.

You're sick!

No, I'm smart.

You said someone else

is planning to hurt me?

Yeah.

You really are blind. And I

thought it was just your

brother...

"911 emergency.

Do you require assistance?"

My name is Malcolm Gonzales.

And I would like to

report a murder

that I am about to commit.

The dead speak to me and

they tell me what to do.

I am going to put the phone

down now, so that you can find

me and that you can stop me.

I'm leaving.

Okay.

Do you need anything

before I go?

No, I think I got this.

Okay, goodnight.

I'm not the one

you're looking for.

I knew you were coming.

How did you know?

I have a gift. So do you.

You see things.

Yes.

Looking for this?

How did you get in here?

Your door was unlocked.

I take it there are

no objections?

You really need to find

someone to talk to.

Maybe.

So what would you

like to talk about?

I don't know, what would

you like to talk about?

I still hear the voices

inside of my head.

And I've done everything

that I can do

to get rid of them.

But it looks like now there's

just one more thing to do.

But I'll be free...

...and so will you.

Really nice makeup job.

Original.

You don't like being touched.

I don't like men touching me.

Stop.

Why is that?

I don't know. You're the doctor

why don't you give me a

diagnosis?

Someone made you not

like to touched.

Someone hurt you...when

you were a child.

Please move away from me now.

Why?

You know why.

I'm not touching you.

It feels like you are.

I see you in there.

It's been so, so long.

But I always knew

that I would see you again.

Hello?

I see, I'll be right there.

Tyler's escaped.

I suggest you come with me.

Ma'am.

Tyler's gone.

Holly?

Holly?!

Are you still in there?

That's why I don't mind

coming here, good coffee.

Hm?

No thanks.

Don't know what

you're missing...

So you're Tyler's sister?

Didn't know he had one.

Sorry to hear about what

he did to your parents.

We worked the case. I actually

connected Tyler with Dr. Owen.

It's a shame, he seemed

like a good kid.

Yeah, he did.

Too bad.

Two little children

A boy and a girl

Sat by

An old church door

Her little girl cheeks

were as brown as the curls

That fell on

the dress that she wore

The boy's coat was faded

And hatless his head

A tear shone

in each little eye

There are ships sailing

through many ports...

but not a single one goes

where life is not painful...

What are you waitin' for?

You got me all tied up.

I'm ready.

WHAT ARE YOU WAITIN' FOR!!!

HA HA HA!

I'm all tied up!!

And I'm READY!!

AH HA HA!

What are you WAITING for?!?!

Welcome back, Elizabeth.

You still don't know

who I am, do you?

UGH!

AHHHH!

Do it again!

HA HA HA!

You spoke to me.

I was just a child.

I never asked for any of this.

I couldn't help who

my grandfather was.

HA HA HA HA HA!

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