The Bye Bye Man Page #3

of that?

What the hell is that?

What is it?

What?

Elliot, there's nothing here.

So, you're not

gonna be late, right?

No, I'll meet you at 2:00

sharp, right where we parked.

I'm gonna find out

how real this thing is.

The name.

You're gonna talk to the

landlord about the furniture?

And the house.

Maybe he can find

somewhere else.

You're feeling better though?

I guess. It's hard to be scared

in the middle of the day.

I'm gonna take care of you.

Oh, my god.

Ugh.

You're shivering.

I'm gonna figure this out.

I promise.

I'll see you at 2:00.

I love you.

I love you.

"Register archive.

Dead file 69. Redmon."

Here, put these on.

Really?

Yeah.

They're originals, and we

don't want your sweaty palms

messing up the documents

in the box.

Now, the dead file

has dead articles...

Material that got killed

before going to press

but still saved for posterity.

And it was written by Redmon.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Dennis!

Mr. Daizy?

Yes. How are you doing?

Not so great actually.

Uh, me and my friends are renting

your place out in sun prairie.

37 oak Dale?

Oh, yeah, the two handsome guys.

Are you with them?

You have a weird house,

Mr. Daizy.

Really. It...

I-It's awful.

Well, I'm sorry that you feel that

way, but they did sign a lease.

Bless you.

Sorry.

You okay?

It's really cold in here.

It's a hothouse. It's actually

not cold at all, honey.

Maybe you should be home in bed.

Look, Mr. Daizy.

There was a old nightstand

in the basement,

and it has

this writing inside it.

Where did it come from?

A nightstand?

Let's begin by considering

this wall behind me.

Now, we can all agree

that the sentence...

I'm sorry.

Yeah, have a seat.

Now, we can all agree

that this sentence,

"this is a wall,"

is a truth claim.

This wall is real.

I see it, you see it.

We can touch it.

Likewise, if I were to brush

a few atoms from this wall,

it would still be here

before us.

It would still be

"the wall."

But what if I continue

to slowly brush the atoms

one by one away from this wall?

At first you'd say,

"it's still a wall."

I brush a few more.

"Well, it's still a wall."

But...

What if I remove

every single atom from

this wall except for one?

And you've seen me brush

every single atom from this wall

except for that one atom,

and I point to it and I say,

"there. That's what's left.

That's the wall."

Now, is it?

Is that the wall?

What the fu...

All right, John?

Welcome back.

Language and reality

inform each other

as we construct...

Okay, I'm looking up

the bye bye man, right?

There's nothing online, so I type

in "don't say it, don't think it,"

and it led me here,

the dead archives and Redmon.

Here's what was in his folder.

I think you write it and repeat

it to try and keep from saying...

The bye bye man.

Okay, but why is that

in the dead files?

October 18, 1969.

Byline Larry Redmon.

Deerfield, Iowa.

A teenager,

accused of murdering his own

family and four other youths.

When asked by this reporter

why he would do such a thing,

he replied,

"the bye bye man made me do it."

It's an article about a kid who went

crazy, but it was never published.

And Larry Redmon, the writer,

he was pretty infamous locally.

After he killed this piece

about the kid in deerfield,

Larry Redmon took

a shotgun and murdered

eight friends and family

members right here in Madison.

Mom, run!

Don't say it.

Don't think it.

Don't say it.

Don't think it.

Don't say it.

- Mom, shut the door!

- Giselle!

Who'd you tell?

No one!

We didn't tell anyone, Larry!

Mommy!

Stop!

We didn't tell anyone!

I swear we didn't say anything!

Get back! Please!

Maybe he got inspired

by what he was writing about.

Oh!

You won't win.

I won't let you.

There are no other mentions

of these cases anywhere else.

It's like someone

redacted the whole story

so no one else could read it.

Why would anyone do that?

Well, obviously

he was bat-sh*t crazy.

But if you remove all references

to something in the past,

that past no longer exists.

Even the idea of it is gone.

Maybe somebody wanted to make this

bye bye man disappear permanently.

And you've got the last record

of it right there.

I'll be back.

Good. I have time.

Don't write it either, idiot.

What are you doing, boy?

Are you out of your mind?

I, um...

What is wrong with you, Elliot?

What the...

Huh?

I'm-I'm sorry. I need to go.

I'm late.

Elliot!

Oh, my god.

Sasha!

Hey, John!

Sasha!

Hey.

Hello?

Kim, it's Elliot.

Elliot. Uh, god, I was just

thinking about you guys.

You wanna come up?

Listen, listen.

Um, what are you doing?

You mean right now,

or since the party?

Isn't that why you're here?

Kim, can you come down?

I want to do another sance.

Right now.

With all four of us.

At the house.

Listen, you were right.

I was wrong.

Sure.

I'll be down in a sec.

The bye bye man doesn't exist

anywhere else that I could find.

You don't have to

look for him, Elliot.

He's found us.

You can't help

thinking about him.

And the more you think

about him, the closer he gets.

You see things

that aren't there.

You don't see things

that are there.

Or hear things,

like a coin rolling.

Yeah.

Like a train.

Some people catch it

and it spreads.

Some go crazy sooner,

but they all die in the end.

The word spreads,

and he comes to you with...

With that thing.

I told Katie.

I didn't want to.

What can you do with cancer

but cut it out?

You have to stop it before

it spreads and every cell dies.

This could spread everywhere

if we don't cut it out.

Did you tell anyone?

Mrs. Watkins,

the librarian.

We have to get to her too.

What do you mean

you have to get to her?

Stop!

Oh, my god!

Stop!

Elliot, stop!

Let me help you!

Kim! Wait!

Kim!

Kim!

Kim!

No!

- We have to help them!

- What do you see?

- It's a family!

- It's in your head!

No, Kim!

There's a train!

A real train!

No!

Kim! Move!

It's in your head!

Kim!

Kim! No!

No!

Just any comment.

It's on the way down here

because there's just

a big tie-up down there.

Elliot, what happened?

Kim. She's dead.

Aw, sh*t.

Jesus.

Oh, my god. It was him.

He killed her.

You were right. He's

trying to get inside us.

He got in her.

He's gonna drive us crazy.

He's gonna kill us.

You mean the...

Yeah. He's why

I was late to get you.

He's why you're feeling sick.

Have you said the name

to anyone?

The name? No. N-no.

Have you?

No, I-i haven't said...

Good. Don't. We can't say the

name to anyone else, ever.

You gonna tell me

what to do now?

- Swear you won't say the name

so we don't spread it. -No.

John, please.

Please.

Bro, swear it.

You just need to cut this sh*t.

You swear!

Swear!

No.

- You swear!

- Elliot, stop it!

Swear!

What's wrong with you, Elliot?

- What's wrong with you, huh?

- Hey, guys!

Hey! Break it up!

I said break it up right now!

Back up.

- He got to you, didn't he?

- No one got to me.

Admit it. He's making

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