Urban Legend Page #3

is taking all these stories...

and making them reality?

Then my big question is,

what is he gonna do next?

Maybe put spider eggs in bubble gum

or ram a gerbil up a celebrity's ass.

Come on!

Give Damon a call

up at Kellington.

You'll see he's there.

- Do you mind if I use-

- What?

Never mind.

Yeah, there was a blonde guy who arrived

with that group this morning.

Bachelor party or something.

Damon Brooks, specifically.

Can you tell me if he checked in?

Well, I really

can't tell you that.

The cabin's not in his name,

and it's not on his credit card.

Look, I'm happy to take the message,

but I can't guarantee he'll pick it up.

So whatever you want me-

Hello?

Is someone there?

- Look what I found.

- What?

An early edition of "Kama Sutra"...

with illustrations.

You think Parker'll get into it?

Does he have a choice?

What's that?

- Don't tell me you still think-

- I don't know.

This is it.

Wait a second.

This is definitely not a myth.

- What?

- The "Gang High Beam Initiation. "

It happens all the time.

Gang members drive around at night

with their headlights off.

And when someone goes to flash their

high beams to warn them, they kill them.

That's why I never warn anybody

about anything when I drive.

Anyway, I gotta go.

I got some homework.

- See you later.

- Bye.

Sounds like Elvira's raising more

than just the dead in there.

Thanks for the warning.

I'm sorry.

I'm not looking.

Better check her pulse.

She's looked like that for years.

- How is she?

- I don't know.

I haven't had a chance

to talk to her yet.

All right.

I'll see you later.

We know this is

difficult for you, but...

we need to understand why...

if you heard moaning...

you didn't turn on the lights?

I'd walked in on Tash having sex before.

It wasn't something

I cared to see again.

So you never actually

saw anyone there.

I sensed that-

No, honey, did you

see anyone in the room?

Did you know

Tash was manic-depressive?

She painted half the room black.

I had a pretty good idea.

There are no signs

of foul play here.

No forced entry.

What are you saying?

It appears to be

a tragic suicide.

No. Tash didn't kill herself.

There was someone else

in that room.

"Aren't you glad you didn't

turn on the lights," for Christ's sake?

A very morbid suicide note.

Honey, I am so sorry.

Are you all right?

Of course not.

Stupid question.

I mean, who would've thought

she would do something like that?

I mean, she's weird

and everything, but-

You wanna go get some coffee

and talk?

I just gotta be alone right now.

I know that this is

a really bad time for you...

but I gotta ask you

a couple of questions.

No, I'm not doing

any interviews.

If it makes you feel any better,

I don't wanna talk about Tash.

I just wanted to know...

if you can tell me

a little bit about this.

How did you get that?

I contacted

Michelle's high school-

your high school-

Now, why didn't you tell me

you knew her?

So you could exploit her death

more than you already have.

I'm just doing my job.

Okay? What am I supposed to do?

Turn my back on a murder?

Or a suicide?

It wasn't a suicide.

What are you talking about?

She was murdered.

Just like Michelle.

Just like Damon.

I don't know what's

going on here, but...

you know, if you want,

we can go somewhere and talk.

Off the record.

- You don't believe me either.

- That's not what I'm saying.

It's just that...

the idea of an urban legend

serial killer...

it's a stretch.

But don't you think it's possible?

Yeah, it's possible.

But I don't know.

Maybe the gas station attendant

killed Michelle.

Maybe Damon's snowboarding.

And maybe...

Tash just killed herself.

If it is true...

why like this?

Why now?

Tonight's the 25th anniversary.

What's that got to do

with anything?

The Stanley Hall Massacre.

I told you,

that story is not true.

Are you sure?

All right, if there's any truth

to Stanley Hall...

it'd be in here.

So this is where you research

all your lurid articles.

Reality is lurid, all right?

I'm only the messenger.

'71-'72, '74.

That's weird.

'73's not here.

How long you been workin' here?

Too damn long.

You know anything

about Stanley Hall?

I don't know

what you're talking about.

Did anyone die there?

Please.

We really need to know.

Talk to Wexler.

It's his office hours.

He should be here.

Here. Watch out.

Just a second.

Would you look at that?

So do they

teach you this in class?

I dropped Journalism Ethics early in

the semester. Wasn't helping my G.P.A.

Oh, sh*t.

- Is he gone?

- Yeah.

Something I can help you with?

You two break in

to a professor's office...

and then have the audacity

to accuse him of murder?

We found the axe.

That is a prop

I use in my folklore class.

How can you even suggest that I had

anything to do with that girl's death?

Why don't you tell us

about the Stanley Hall Massacre?

Professor Wexler, Reese...

may I have a moment alone

with them?

After our talk this morning...

I decided to take a look

at your personal file.

Probation for

reckless endangerment?

It was just for a year.

I'd already been accepted here.

Which was lucky.

We don't usually accept...

students with a criminal record.

As for you, young man...

you're off the paper...

effective immediately.

No, you can't do that, okay?

Read the charter.

The dean can't dictate

editorial policy.

I didn't fire you.

Your editor did.

We spoke an hour ago.

Have a good weekend.

What was all that about?

Reckless endangerment?

We're not exactly talking about

running a stop sign here, are we now?

I really don't

wanna talk about it.

Oh, okay, what do you want

to talk about?

My career options

without a body of writing samples?

Because for your information,

they're kind of limited.

It was in high school.

It's over.

Look. Does this have something

to do with Michelle Mancini?

Hey, I just wanna know

what's going on here...

because I don't know

if I buy it anymore.

I don't know

if I ever bought it.

It's gonna be a wet one

out there tonight, folks.

The storm is expected to bring

four inches of rain...

and 30-mile-per-hour winds

throughout most of New England.

Local authorities are advising

everyone to please stay indoors.

If you do decide to go out though,

make sure you grab a slicker.

Natalie, nothing is

gonna happen to me.

But why do you keep doing this

to yourself?

Look at you.

You've gotta stop this.

I knew Michelle Mancini.

We went to high school together.

We hadn't spoken in...

two years.

Why?

We were in my car one night.

Michelle was driving.

The story about the gang high beam

initiation had been going around.

Michelle wanted to play

a practical joke...

so she turned the headlights off...

and waited for the first car

to pass by and flash us.

When someone finally did...

she made a U-turn and...

started chasing him...

flashing her high beams, laughing.

I was laughing, too,

at first...

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