The Bye Bye Man Page #4

you feel angry.

- He's making you sick.

- Yeah? He's making you crazy.

- You on something?

- No, I'm upset.

We're just having

a little argument.

You call that a little argument?

John, please.

Please don't say it.

Don't say what?

Sasha?

I won't.

J, you can't.

This name of some stupid sh*t

Elliot thinks is dangerous.

Yes, I was talking about Kim.

There was a hammer in her bag.

It was covered with blood.

Oh, my god.

Train's engineer

said that you were chasing Kim

with the hammer.

He said she was crying for help

and that she jumped out of

your car to get away from you.

Jesus Christ.

Elliot?

That's not what happened.

No?

They found Kim's roommate,

Katie Williams.

She was killed by a hammer too,

but you knew that, didn't you?

I... Sasha, no.

I was at the library.

He made me lose track of time.

You have...

Sasha.

You wanna talk to me here,

tell me what's going on?

- Don't say it. Don't think it.

You were right. -Quiet.

Sasha, what doesn't

he want you to say?

Yeah, sash.

You! Shut it!

It just happened, John.

You see that? It's him.

No.

Sasha.

What... what is it?

Blood.

Blood?

Where?

What do you see?

He makes you see things.

She... he's...

F***.

Oh, my god.

Hey, hey. Hey!

Back away.

I need you over here.

She's fine.

Stay back.

Wait. There he is.

Hey, man.

Hey, bud, something wrong?

I'm... I'm sorry.

What?

I thought...

Hey. You all right?

Wait.

Wait, Sasha.

He's gonna take her home, and

she's gonna lie down for a bit.

I'm her boyfriend.

She needs me.

Maybe.

Maybe later.

But right now you're

gonna come with me.

We're gonna talk a little bit.

Did you say the name to anyone?

She didn't, man.

Neither of us did.

It's gonna be all right.

Don't think it. Don't say it.

Don't think it. Don't say it.

Don't think it. Don't think it.

Don't say it.

Good news for you, maybe.

Kim Hines wrote a suicide note,

taking responsibility

for her roommate

and for the deaths of you

and the other two

living at your house.

So I guess she was planning

on killing you too.

Is that what happened, Elliot?

You found out

and you chased her?

I don't think that's murder.

Don't think it.

Don't say it. Don't think it.

Don't say it.

Don't think it.

You want to write it?

No.

- You're going to tell me, you know that?

- I hope not.

Why did you chase Kim?

I told you.

I was trying to help her.

So you chased her into a train?

What are you doing?

You could lose everything.

Your-your scholarship,

that pretty girl.

You are a smart kid.

Talk to me and i...

I can help you.

Otherwise it'll be out of my hands,

and you'll be wishing that you had.

You might find yourself

wishing I hadn't.

Well, you let me

worry about that.

You really want to know?

You really think the truth...

Honesty... is the best policy?

- I do.

- Always?

When wouldn't it be?

You have kids?

Maybe.

You have kids.

Don't think it.

Don't say it.

What if you saw the worst

crime scene ever?

A mass murder at a school.

With dead bodies and brains and students

and sneakers with blood on them.

And you go home,

and your kids say,

"tell us about your day, mommy."

You could be honest.

You could tell the truth.

You could describe every

awful nightmare thing you saw,

and what was burned into your head would

be burned into their heads forever.

Or...

You could hug them tight.

And spare them

your honest truth.

What would you do?

I'd hug them.

Please don't make me say it.

I haven't hurt anyone.

But I'm afraid of putting this

into your head.

All I have to do is talk to you,

and you and your kids...

You're all dead.

Hey, Elliot.

Your friend died? What the

hell is going on, man?

Thanks for coming to get me,

but I gotta go.

Was it Sasha and John... hey, talk to me.

Let me help you.

Whatever is going on,

there's nothing you can do.

Okay? I literally

can't tell you.

I'm not going to let it

happen to you, Virgil.

Especially not you.

What are you talking about?

You've got a family.

Go take care of them.

Elliot. Hey!

You are my family.

Elliot!

Sh*t!

Oh, f***!

Yeah.

Oh, my god.

What are you doing, Elliot?

What's... what's wrong

with you, Elliot?

What the f...

No.

I'm so sorry.

Elliot?

Hi, Mrs. Watkins.

Hi, Elliot.

I've been having

some really strange thoughts

about that bye bye man

since we talked.

Mrs. Watkins.

Mrs. Watkins, you can't

talk to anyone about it.

Well, maybe I can come over

to your house later.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Believe me, but I've just been

having the most vivid thoughts.

I...

Elliot?

Elliot?

Redmon.

Larry Redmon.

The writer.

It was his nightstand.

Mrs. Watkins, okay, maybe I'll see you

later. Maybe I'll have a fix for this.

I gotta go. Thanks.

Oh, you're welcome, Elliot.

I'll be there soon.

He almost got us, man.

Oh, f***. I almost killed you

with a bat.

F***, he's not gonna get us.

He's not going to get us.

I'll figure this out.

I'm sorry, but...

I'm sorry. I can't call an ambulance,

'cause you're gonna say it.

You will. You will,

'cause I messed you up.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

I'm taking this.

You found her. Now I'm

gonna go talk to her.

I love you.

And don't touch him.

Hello?

Mrs. Redmon?

Leave!

Mrs. Redmon.

I said leave.

Are you deaf or just defective?

Mrs. Redmon, did your husband write

for the register a long time ago?

You're too young

to remember that.

Mrs. Redmon,

you're still alive.

I know your husband

killed a lot of people.

But I don't think he was crazy.

I need your help.

Whatever you remember.

There's a train, gold coins.

A hound.

He came to Larry...

With the hound.

What Larry told me

gave me nightmares.

I made him stop.

I understand.

But I need you to tell me

everything Larry said.

Please.

Larry was on a story of a

teenager who killed his family.

Poked around like

a good nosy reporter

and heard rumors.

Whispers about an evil.

Some kind of reaper

that drove the teenager mad.

Larry had to go nosing around

and writing it down,

and then it came to Larry too.

This nightmare,

this name

we must not think or say.

But just three days

after Larry got back from Iowa,

I came home from work.

October 20, 1969.

The day my life went

turn, turn, turn.

Don't say it.

Don't think it.

Don't say it.

Don't think it.

Don't say it.

Don't think it.

Don't say it.

Don't think it.

Don't say it.

Don't think it.

- Don't say it.

- Don't think it.

Don't say it. Don't think it.

Don't say it. Don't think it.

Oh, my god!

Don't say it.

Larry, oh, my god.

I was just doing my job.

That's what I do.

I track down the story.

That's what I was doing.

Yeah.

See...

Once you know his name,

you can't escape him.

You see, he...

He gets in your head.

And...

He makes you do horrible things.

Okay.

Okay, shh.

Whoa. What horrible things?

What?

Who makes you do this?

What are you talking about?

Let's get you to bed,

okay, sweetheart?

Listen. Listen.

I didn't know if he was alive

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