The Sighting Page #4

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This can't be happening.

This is not happening!!!

Travis, listen, please, tell me,

you guys, are you joking?

You f***ing around with me?

Travis, please,

what the f*** is going on?!

- Get off of me!

It is not a joke, Chris!

Does this look like a joke

to you?! Does it?!

Do you think

I did this to myself?!

Chris, if you don't believe me,

then what the f***

are we doing out here, man?!

I need you... to help me...

find your brother.

- Yeah.

- Okay?

- Sorry, Travis. Sorry. I just...

- It's okay.

It's okay.

- Hey.

- What?

Hey.

- Do you think Nate's in there?

- There's only one way

to find out.

You go first.

- Yeah.

Oh...

Oh, God.

It smells like ass in here.

Oh...

Mm.

- Oh, no. No.

It smells like them.

- I can't see a goddamn thing.

- Hang on, hang on.

- Sh*t, it goes on forever.

- Yeah.

Hey, this is definitely it.

- Home sweet home?

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

- We gotta go deeper.

- I know.

- That really sucks.

- I know.

I hate the dark.

- Trav... what is that?

- Hang on.

Sh*t.

Shhh! Chris, stop moving.

- I'm not.

- Make no noise.

Run. We should run.

- Run!!

- Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

- F*** me! Goddammit! Sh*t!

Travis! Run!!

Oh, sh*t. Oh, f***.

Come on, Trav!

Are you kidding me?!

What are you doing?!

Two?

- Yeah, they're big.

- They gone?

- No... they're waiting.

- Travis, don't!

- Shut up.

Okay. I don't see anything.

We gotta make a run

for the truck.

Okay.

- Oh, sh*t!

- What the f***'s it holding?

Oh, sh*t!

- What the f***? What the f***?!

F***!!!

F***!!

I got it.

I got it.

I think I got it.

Come on!! Anyone else

want some more of this?!

- Come on, Chris,

we gotta go, man!

Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!

- Come on!

- I'll catch up.

Get the hell outta here!

- I'm not leaving without you!

- Travis,

I'm not f***ing around!

Travis!

- Oh, sh*t!

You f***er!

- No! No! No!!!

- Sh*t.

Shoulda done this

the first time.

Oh, sh*t!

Die! Die! Die!!!

- So you just left him there?

- What would you have done?

- They're both dead?

Both Conway boys?

- Yeah.

- Well, is Chris...

still there at the shack?

Could we send someone out

to get him?

- If they didn't get to him

first.

- Looks like we got a trip

to make.

- I'll go bring the car around.

His father's waiting for him,

Domain.

I think we've held him here

long enough.

We'll get this all

straightened out, Travis.

Just go get some rest, okay?

- That's quite a story, son.

Quite a story.

Go see your dad.

- Thank you.

- No. Thank you, Travis.

- For what?

- You just made my life

a lot more interesting.

- We found a shoe.

There's a lot of blood,

but no body.

- No severed Nate head.

We found a f***in' tongue.

- Oh, God.

- Hey, Domain.

Look here what I found

in the glove compartment.

- Good find, Stilwell.

- Wow. They said that?

Those kids have...

...big imaginations.

You know, I, uh...

When you look like this,

people tend to judge you.

- So you did see them?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I did see 'em.

For a short time.

They came in for gas.

They didn't say more than...

two words,

then they left.

I'm just trying

to run my business here.

- Sir, do you mind if we take

a look at your basement?

- Sure, sure. Yeah.

A little bit more.

Watch your step right here.

Whew.

This is it.

- You live here?

- Yes, yes.

I know,

it's... it's messy and...

I live a simple life.

Don't need much.

- Thank you

for your cooperation.

- No problem.

Anything I can do...

for you all.

- Well, have a good day.

- You too. Excuse me.

Y-you guys goin' back up

onto that road?

- It's our next stop.

- Alright. Well, I hope you find

what you're looking for.

- Hey, Greg, come here.

Take a look.

- The other shoe.

- We've got the pair.

Tag it,

then let's go find that cave.

- Come in.

- Did you say come in?

- Yeah.

- Nice to be home?

Is it okay if I have a couple

of quick words with ya?

- Wh-where's my dad?

- Downstairs.

He said it was okay

if I came up for a sec.

- Yeah. Sure.

Yeah.

Could you grab me that water

from over there?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

- There ya go.

Looks like ya been busy.

- Did you... did you find him?

Chris?

- No Chris, no Nate.

Just a lot of blood

and a... tongue.

- A tongue?

- It was...

cut out.

Look, Travis, I'm not gonna

beat round the bush with ya.

That story you told

me and Radley

about the... Bigfoots...

Just...

It's pretty crazy.

- It's what happened.

- Well, um...

we found this in Nate's car.

I think... it belongs to you.

- That's my journal.

- Your journal. Yep.

And this tells us

a very different version

of what happened to you

and your friends

out there in the woods.

- What are you talking about?

- These are your words, Travis.

"It's been eating me alive,

this suspicion.

"I believe everything

was confirmed yesterday.

"Nate knows I love Jen.

"He knows

I would do anything for her.

"Die for her, kill for her.

- I gotta go.

- "He knows she's mine

and only mine.

"Nate might be placing the nails

in the coffin of our friendship.

God, I hope it's not true."

- I gotta go.

We can't get caught.

- We're not gonna get caught.

Okay, just go inside.

I'll meet you upstairs.

- Hey, don't start anything

you can't finish.

- I said...

...I'll meet you upstairs.

Bye.

- "Nate and Jen were alone

together on the bridge.

"When Nate met me in the party,

"he seemed nervous and fidgety.

"Perhaps

from his guilty conscience,

or perhaps my paranoia."

"Jen looked gorgeous

on the bridge.

"She is so beautiful.

I can't imagine that beauty

belonging to anyone but me."

- Warm night, huh?

- Mm. It feels good.

- Kinda wish it was cold

so I could keep you warm.

- Mm-hmm. Brrr.

- "I kissed her,

taking in her beauty,

"letting it fill me.

"But then I tasted the cigarette

in her mouth, on her lips.

"Jen doesn't smoke.

Never even tried it.

"Paranoia?

I'm not so sure."

You write all this, son?

- Yes.

- So you suspected

Nate and Jen of...

- Maybe.

I... I didn't know for sure.

What is this?

- Be patient. I was patient.

I listened to your story.

Now you need to show me

the same respect.

"The road to Canada."

"I feign positivity, I smile,

"but this whole issue with Jen

is ripping me apart.

"I keep trying

to bring it up to him,

"I just wanna discuss it.

"This was one of the reasons

I suggested

"we go on this road trip,

to figure all this bullshit out.

"I'm screaming inside...

"and you're oblivious.

"It's festering, this anger.

"I feel like I'm going

out of my mind.

I'm going to erupt."

Journal ends there.

Travis?

- Yeah.

We were attacked

right after that.

- Nate was attacked.

I'm not so sure you were.

- What?

- This is my theory, kid,

and it's just gettin' good.

- I have to piss.

- What do you want me to do,

hold it for you? Pull over, man.

- No, man,

this road is creeping me out.

Are you sure this is a shortcut?

- Yes.

Dude, I take it every time

I go to Canada.

Trust me.

- Fine. F*** it.

My teeth are floating.

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