VooDoo Page #4

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Why are you callin' me?

Dani, you're f***ing stupid.

Get off the phone.

Whoa, whoa, slow down.

I can't understand you.

Okay, don't talk to me about Serafine.

You know better.

Who's Serafine?

His wife.

Really? Serafine?

Serafine's her name?

No. I don't give a sh*t.

Call the police if you want.

Why-why are you

telling me this?

Look, I'm not even at home.

I'm not even in the state...

How do you know

I'm in California?

Dani, just hang up the phone!

Just give me a second!

Frank, I don't need

this f***ing sh*t

right now, okay?

Please.

Stop trying to scare me, okay?

I don't believe in it.

I don't believe in any of it,

so just f***ing stop!

No, I told you before!

Listen to me!

Listen!

I told you before,

I don't want nothing to do

with you or your f***ing wife,

okay, so just leave me

the f*** alone!

I swear to god.

Whatever, dude.

I don't even f***ing care.

All right, I'm hanging up

right now, don't you ever...

f***ing call me again!

Are you okay?

I'm fine!

No, you're not.

What did he say?

- She's here.

- What do you mean?

Apparently she's in Los Angeles.

And I'll strangle that b*tch

if she goes anywhere near you.

I mean he's just trying

to scare me, right?

I mean, there's no way

she could possibly...

know where I am, right?

Dani, yeah,

she has voodoo powers.

Woohoo.

Why, why can't I just be

in a normal relationship?

Why do I have to get involved

with these f***ing douchebags

who either are married

or have girlfriends...

You didn't know

he was married, Dani.

That doesn't count.

- It doesn't matter!

- He's the a**hole. Not you.

- It f***ing happened, okay?

I mean f***, maybe your dad was right.

- Don't you dare go there.

Maybe-maybe I just don't

deserve to be with anyone,

and everyone is too good for me and...

- Dani, stop it!

- I'll be alone the f***ing rest of my life.

- Just stop it!

- What?! Why can't we talk about it?!

- You know why, Dani!

- Why can't we talk about it?

- Dani, shut up!

Oh, Jesus.

Dani, look.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

- I'm sorry.

- No.

Oh, babe, I'm so sorry.

- It's all right.

Babe, I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said all that.

I shouldn't have brought it up.

You have every right

to be angry right now.

I get it, okay?

Look, you came here to

get away from everything, right?

Right?

Okay, then get away

from everything.

It just seems like

no matter what I do,

my past just follows me

wherever I go.

Only if you let it follow you.

What do you have to worry about?

You really think that crazy,

psycho lady is out here in la?

Ok. You know better.

Since have you ever started

believing in that sh*t?

I just-i just want to have

a normal life.

A normal relationship.

Have you met our family?

It'll be fine. It's just...

I don't know.

We could go kill her.

- We could.

- We could.

- We should.

- We should.

Be fun.

Am I seeing a smile?

No? Not yet?

Not quite?

Can we get out of this

f***ing parking garage, please?

No. I'll make you stay here.

You walked down here.

I could show you

a really cool place, though.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I like cool places.

Do you?

This one's pretty cool.

Lots of lights.

Fun times.

But you have to smile.

Yay. All right,

get your ass up.

Don't peek! Don't peek!

Don't peek!

- I'm not peeking!

- All right. Come on.

Just a little further.

- What is it?!

You'll see.

Come on, slow poke.

Come on, come on!

All right! Stand there.

Wait for it.

All right, open your eyes!

Oh!

Oh, stace!

It's beautiful!

Right?

Stace, can you bring me

my jacket while you're there?

Yeah, yeah, fine!

- Ouf!

- Wimp.

Is it always this cold at night?

You're not

in New Orleans anymore, Dorothy.

You don't want one?

No, I'm not cold.

Girl, you're crazy.

Oh, man, look at these lights.

It's so beautiful.

I love coming up here.

Chill out.

Get out of the world,

kinda thing.

I wanna live here.

Do it.

It's easy.

Yeah, right.

My dad would kill me.

I'll protect you.

Remember back...

when I beat the hell out of

that chick Lindsey Woodfield,

back in the fourth grade,

when she pulled your hair in PE?

Yeah, you beat the sh*t

out of her.

Mt protector.

Always.

You're like my little sis.

Gotta protect you.

And now I'm all alone

'cause you wanted to go

and be some rock star.

You know, I blame MTV.

F*** MTV!

I miss you.

I'm scared, stace.

Oh, man. I'm exhausted.

Really? I feel fine.

I smell fire.

Yo, yo, yo!

What's goin' on?

Hi, guys.

Hi.

Gonna jam a bit.

You wanna hang?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

You wanna hang?

Naw, I'm good.

You go ahead.

I'm beat.

- You sure?

Yeah. Just tired.

Just one drink.

We can play for you.

You can be our audience.

You can tell us

how awesome we are.

How awesome I am.

All right.

How awesome he is.

Oh, check this out.

I just wrote this.

Great.

Sorry guys, we just had

a really long day.

Another time for sure, though.

I'm gonna hold you up to that.

I'll see you soon.

All right. Bye, guys.

Good night.

Your cousin's f***ing hot, dude.

She can hear you, retard.

Shut the f*** up.

Night, daddy.

So,

I woke up to some kind of drums

or something from downstairs.

It finally stopped.

So I'm having a smoke for now.

They must've moved the party

into the studio,

which is directly

below my bedroom.

Thank you, Stacy.

I hate it when I can't sleep.

There it is again.

Come on, stace.

I can't sleep.

Stacy!

Can you please keep it down?

I can't sleep!

Stace!

I don't know what the f***

she's doing down there.

Stace!

Like this house

wasn't scary enough.

Stacy.

Quit beating the drum

at three am, crazy!

I'm trying to sleep!

Jesus!

All right. Whatever!

Sorry to interrupt

your bang session!

All right.

Take two.

Motherf***er!

What the f***?

Stacy, you f***ing b*tch.

Stacy! Stacy!

Stacy, where are you?!

What the f***?

Dani.

Oh, my god! Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

What the f*** was that?

F***!

F***. Please. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Please answer. F***.

Stacy... come on! F***!

Stace, it's me.

I was just downstairs and I don't

know what the f*** is going on!

But, there's something

down there

and if this is a joke

it's not funny!

Please come get me! I'm at the top of the

stairs and I'm really f***ing scared.

Okay, I'm up in my room.

Please come get me.

Oh f***.

I don't think that's her.

Oh, f***.

No!

Oh, god.

Why is this happening?

Stacy? Stacy?

Stacy, is that you?

Leave me alone!

Stacy?

Stacy?

Stacy. Stacy, is that you?

Stacy...

Come.

Come!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

No! No, no, no, no!

Stacy! Stacy! Stacy!

Finally.

You thought you could get

away with what you've done.

There's nowhere to hide now.

Frank's suffering

is nothing compared to what

you will now experience.

Your cousin already rots

for what you've done to my home.

The master will show you

the true meaning

of pain eternal.

Leave this world forsaken.

I curse you to hell!

Help me! Help me!

Whoa! Whoa!

Let me out!

Oh, my god!

Let me go!

Help me!

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