Twisted Nerve Page #8

- It's me, Shashie!

Ohh... thank God!

Hey, what's wrong?

What's the matter?!

- In the shed.

- Uh?

It's horrible!

In the shed.

No!

Have you called

the police?

Yeah.. well.. I was just

gonna fetch them.

Where's Susan?

- She was here.

- Susan!

Don't you let him, Georgie!

Don't let him!

She may have gone out

to buy some aspirin.

Well quickly take a

look downstairs.

Have you gone bloody mad?

He might be down there!

I don't wanna get chopped.

Hello, Police?

Help me!

Help me!

Oh!

Oh... damn!

Help me.

Help me.

Don't!

Don't!

Please, Georgie.

Please.

You're like all

the others...

others... others.

No! No, Georgie!

Nooo...!

Help!

Now watch ya step.

This chap's a nutter!

Yes you are!

All the same!

All of you!

Martin's dead.

He's been bad.

N... not Georgie.

Bad... bad Marty!

And now... I lay me down to sleep,

pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I die before I wake...

if I die before I...

wake...

Get 'im!

Susan?

Susan.

Susan. Susan.

Susan. Susan...

Susan...

"A twisted nerve,

a ganglion gone awry,

Predestinates the sinner...

or the saint. "

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

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