The Boy Page #4

to scare you off.

A little girl from town

used to come out here,

once a week to play with Brahms.

Emily Cribbs.

And on his birthday she comes

out but never makes it home.

They finally found her

body in the woods,

her skull has been crushed.

Police called the Heelshires to

let them know that Brahms...

...need to be questioned,

by the time they arrived,

the place was already

up in flames.

The Heelshires made it out but

Brahms has burned alive up there.

- Did they ever find her killer?

- No, they never did.

What Im saying is, if

youre right, if this...

...thing is some kind of

spirit or ghost or...

...hey, I dont even know.

Im not sure....

...that it is the good kind.

Well, you said it yourself

thats just pub talk.

But what if it isnt?

I know he wouldnt hurt me.

I know.

Its not safe in

this house, okay?

I am not leaving.

Okay.

Now go straight to sleep

like a good boy, okey?

You wouldnt hurt me,

would you Brahms?

Emily Cribbs.

Who is hungry?

I am.

Malcolm?

Lets go to see.

Malcolm?

I thought...

Cole?

Who is Malcolm?

I was going to write

you a letter, but,

you know me.

Never been one for writing.

Its the little fellow?

Whats his name?

Brahms.

This is a joke, right?

There isnt a little boy.

They...

They paid me to

look after a doll.

You serious?

Well, that makes things a

hell of a lot simpler.

Whole way here I was trying to figure

out how I was going to convince you...

...to come home and how we deal

with the boy, but now this sh*t.

Ive been working out

at Fairview with...

...Ed Bruners crew.

They got a contract on a...

on a new hotel.

So theres more enough

work for all of us.

Well,

thats awesome, Cole.

Is what you wanted.

I understand why you left.

I do.

Our flight leaves

tomorrow afternoon.

- Taking you home.

- Greta?

Oh sorry, I...

- I let myself in.

- Thats okay, this is...

- This is Malcolm. He brings our...

- Malcolm.

...groceries and stuff out here.

- Hey, nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you man.

So what do you think

about all this...

...doll stuff?

You know, I try not to get involved

in other peoples business.

Smart man.

I have that delivery if youd

like to go to the inventory list.

Yeah, sure.

I'll be right back.

- What the hell is he doing here?

- He just showed up.

Well, he has to leave. He cant

ask you let him stay here.

No, I dont. I am not

letting him do anything.

He wants me to go home with him.

Well, that isnt gonna happen.

- And what if he attacks you?

- He won't.

Trust me.

I have a plan.

Sounds good though.

Pleasure meeting you.

- You too.

- Yeah, have a good evening.

Should I be worried?

About Malcolm?

No.

Here you go.

So I guess I am not sleeping

in your bed tonight.

- No, I can bring you more blankets.

- No, this is good.

What are you doing

with that thing?

Well, I was gonna get him out of your

way. I figured you wouldnt want...

...him to sitting

in here with you.

- He is a creepy little guy.

- Yeah.

Look, Greta.

Im sorry for what happened.

I just need to know,

that you forgive me.

- I like to hear you say that.

- I cant.

Greta.

Fine. But I want you to

realize something right now.

You are not leaving me, Greta.

And I will not let you go.

No matter where you run off to.

You understand?

Now...

Make sure youre packed

and ready by morning.

Dont worry, Brahms.

I am not gonna leave you.

But I need your help.

Greta!

Greta!

Get in here!

Greta!

- Cole, what happened?

- Get in here.

Right now. What is this?

- Was this you?

- I didnt do that.

Dont play these games at me!

How can that not be you?

- No one else is in this house.

- Brahms.

The doll?

The doll wrote this?

Dont pull this

sh*t on me, Greta.

Okay. Fine.

It wasnt you.

It was the doll.

Give it to me.

- Give me the doll.

- No.

Give me the doll. Greta?

- Hand him over.

- No, no, get off of me.

- It was me. Youre right, it was me.

- Its too late.

- Now, give me the doll.

- No.

- Greta?

- Now! Im not joking around!

Get your things and

get out of here.

You know, everyone just seems to

be in a big hurry for me to leave.

- Youre right?

- Yeah.

Maybe... Maybe you left

that little message for me.

Or are you gonna say

it was the doll too?

- What did Brahms do?

- Cole,

you dont understand whats happening.

The doll...

No. I think I understand

exactly whats going on.

Give me the doll!

- Whats so special about this doll?

- Cole!

Cole, please.

No!

Cole!

Fine.

What the hell was that?

I think we need to leave.

Whats... Whats going on?

We should... We should really go.

There is something...

- Oh sh*t.

- Oh my God!

Greta?

Greta?

Get up. Come on.

Jesus, what is that?

Its Brahms.

He cant be.

- No!

- No!

Stop! Stop!

No!

Oh my God!

Lets go.

No!

Its dead.

The closet!

This way.

The key.

The key. Find the key.

I cant see anything. Oh my God!

Malcolm, we can

get out this way.

Lets go.

Close it.

- Come on.

- It only goes up.

- Which way?

- Dead end.

Malcolm!

Jesus Christ!

- Oh my God, what is this?

- Hes got everything he could need.

Hes been leaving

in here, isnt it?

We got to find a way out.

Its me.

Thats my dress.

My necklace and my hair.

Greta, I found a way down.

Hes been watching

me this whole time.

Okay, come on.

This way, come on.

We will not be back.

The girl is yours now.

She is yours to love and...

- They will never coming back

- Come on, Greta. Come on.

Hes been living in the walls

the whole time watching me.

Get in. Get in.

Come on.

- Out. Out. Go.

- Its the outside.

- Its locked.

- Come on, Greta. Open it.

- Malcolm, where are you going?

- He is coming.

- I am not leaving without you!

- Just go! I dont want you to die!

- No!

- Go!

Come on. Come on.

No!

Greta?

Come back!

I ll be good! I will!

- Greta.

- No!

Get back here!

Get back here!

Dont leave me! Get back here!

If you leave Ill kill him! Ill

kill him just like the others!

No.

Malcolm!

I came back for you Brahms.

I told you I wouldnt leave

you and I didnt, did I?

I told you I wouldnt.

Brahms!

Its time for bed now.

Brahms I said its time for bed.

Lets go.

You know the rules.

Put that down now Brahms.

Are you ready for bed?

Under the covers.

Be a good boy Brahms and go

straight to sleep, okay?

Kiss.

No kiss tonight Brahms.

Its your punishment, Im sorry.

Kiss.

Malcolm!

Malcolm!

Malcolm!

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