The Sacred Page #2

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Took care of her

the best I could.

But I guess,

when it's your time,

it's your time.

Hmm.

So, you're a writer, huh?

That, I am.

Any good?

I'm not sure yet.

You write that scary stuff,

don't you?

That's what your aunt said.

Yeah, scary stuff.

Yeah, I don't like

that scary stuff.

I guess a week alone

up in the cabin here, that'll...

That'll spark the mood.

That's what I'm hoping.

Remember this?

I wish I did.

I'll stop by now and then,

make sure you're fine.

Heater's working and all that.

And got plenty of firewood.

You guys give me a shout

any time you want some.

Thank you.

Here's your key.

You can come in.

I've done my good deed for the

day. And now I'll be on my way.

Besides, I got a lot of work.

So do you.

Are you okay?

Just fine.

Well, thanks for the ride.

I appreciate it.

My pleasure.

You're going to do okay.

Thank you.

Oh, God!

I thought a caretaker was

supposed to actually take care.

Oh, lovely. Oh, God.

That's pleasant.

Let's see what's behind

door number two.

What a mess.

Well, you wanted to be alone.

Well, that's great.

It was as if, somehow,

the sight,

the sight of the young girl...

It was as if, somehow,

the sight of the young girl

had reminded her of herself.

It was as if

the sight...

even if she didn't know it yet.

Hi.

You didn't have to

throw Isabelle away.

- Excuse me?

- You threw her in the trashcan.

- How did you get here?

- I walked.

I live down the road a ways.

What are you doing out here?

I go for walks. I like being

outside. My name is Leah.

I used to visit Aunt Jean,

and she'd make these amazing

cupcakes that I could live on.

Oh, I'm sorry for throwing the doll away.

I didn't realize it belonged to anyone.

No worries.

Good thing I saw.

I'm Jessie.

Please come on in.

I know Aunt Jean's

not here anymore, obviously,

but I'm sure this place

meant a lot to you.

She might be.

You never know.

You sound

kind of spiritual.

Not really.

Are you working

on something?

Yeah. Well, sort of.

I've been taking too many

breaks. Not enough discipline.

You're a writer, right?

Sometimes.

It's been a while,

but I'm finally back at it.

That is so cool.

I wish I could write.

That'd be the best job.

Have you ever heard that saying:

everyone has one good book in them?

It's true.

Although I'm pushing my luck

trying for a second one.

You mean you already

have a book out?

Yeah. Shocking, I know.

No, it's just

really cool.

I'm talking to, like,

a famous author.

Hey, do you want to walk

with me to the store?

Sure.

Were you close

to Aunt Jean?

To be honest, I don't remember

much about her.

I haven't been here

since I was a little girl.

How come?

It's going to sound silly,

but I was kind of scared

to come back.

Scared of what?

I don't know, really.

Like I said,

it's silly.

It's not silly.

Aunt Jean said

you had a good imagination.

So she thought

I was crazy.

No, she loved you.

She talked about you

all the time.

She wrote you

a tonne of letters.

She really wanted you

to visit.

How did you know that?

She told me.

Sounds like you two

are pretty close.

For sure.

Now I get why you write

scary stories.

Oh. She told you

that too, huh?

It makes sense.

I mean, it's kind of scary

out here where you live.

Especially at night.

You're a pretty

smart girl.

You want to see

your aunt?

You know where

she's buried?

Of course. Come on.

You going to write

about this place?

I might. The best way to get

past something you're afraid of

is to write about it,

I guess.

There it is.

Sometimes, when I walk

by here at night...

I'll pretend all the dead people

are out of their coffins,

just walking around.

I think you're the one

with the imagination.

Nothing here can hurt me,

though.

They're just decaying bodies.

Their souls have moved on.

Some in heaven,

some not.

Some definitely not.

Are you okay,

Jessie?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Let's get out

of here.

Are you sure

you're okay?

Something really scared you

at that cemetery.

What was it?

Aunt Jean, she's just

right on the money.

I have an overactive

imagination, that's all.

I guess.

It's just on overdrive,

now that I'm here

working on my book.

What?

Ever since I've been here,

people are looking at me funny.

That's Aunt Jean's nurse.

Her name's Evelyn.

You know her?

I know everyone.

Can you hurry, please?

Why don't you go

pick yourself out something.

I'm going to go

talk to her for a minute.

Anything I want?

Whatever you want.

Nice.

Excuse me. Hello.

Are you Nurse Evelyn?

Please, I'm quite

in a hurry.

No, I'm sorry

to bother you.

I just want to talk to you for a minute.

You were with my aunt when she died.

You ready to pay?

Leah, are you getting

anything?

Please talk to me.

The police already

questioned me, all right?

The police? Why would the police

get involved?

- I thought it was an accident.

- It was a terrible accident.

Now, please leave me

alone.

This wasn't my fault.

I'm not accusing you

of anything. I...

I took good care of her

for a long time.

Then you understand

I want to be left alone.

What are you not

telling me?

I'm leaving now.

Listen to me

carefully.

Leave.

Did she say something to you

before she died?

I see a lot of things

in my profession.

I see crippling,

painful injuries.

I see disease eating away at

life right before my very eyes.

But this was different.

What do you mean?

Please.

Evil had a hand in this.

Wait!

Wait, please!

No, please talk to me.

Wait.

Please!

Jessie, are you okay?

Yeah.

Here you go.

Thank you.

You're so sweet.

Crazy day, huh?

Did you know that Aunt Jean

left the cabin to me?

I figured.

It's not the reason

I cam here, though.

I know. You came

to finish your book.

That's only part of it.

I came here to see

if this place...

This cabin is the reason

that I write at all.

What do you mean?

Like, inspiration?

It's not just inspiration.

It's influence.

It's like it wants me

to write.

Almost like

I'm being used.

It can't be the happiest place

to be creative in.

Not for someone

like Aunt Jean.

She was old.

Not well.

Probably really weak.

They said she was

fixing a light.

It's okay.

I'm sure she didn't

feel much.

I know that probably doesn't

make you feel any better.

It's okay.

It's late.

I should get going.

Don't want to be in the woods

after dark, you know?

Yeah.

Thank you so much for letting me

spend the day with you.

Too much excitement,

huh?

I had a good time.

Hey, come by anytime.

I'm here for a few more days.

Well, I'll see you then.

Okay, bye.

You forgot your doll.

So,

Isabelle, huh?

You know, my middle name

is actually Bella.

Guess we have something

in common.

Can you hear me?

If you can hear me,

blink your eye.

Go on.

One blink.

You see,

I'm trying to write a book

about this place.

So I would appreciate

any input I could get.

Think you can

help me out?

I didn't think so.

Sh*t.

Hello?

In the name of the

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