When Evil Calls Page #3

who's calling me

in the middle of the night.

Yeah.

See you.

You'll have to be strong.

It's too late.

You can never go back!

Seems to me like Samantha's

a little clown on her luck.

I mean, is this freakish, funny man

going to have the last laugh,

or...

will Samantha seize the day?

Meanwhile, Molly and Kirsty

are just beginning to get close.

I mean, is there anything that can tear

these star-crossed lovers apart?

I wonder.

I wish me and Molly were

together until we die.

Hello.

I'm sorry.

I think these two girls found out that love...

love can be

a right f***ing pain in the neck.

You see, but...

an eternity or two together

will probably be the death

of their relationship.

Now, here's another twist

in an already twisted tale.

Linda, you see, of course,

can't actually see anything.

But her "eye-fright" is

about to improve, of course,

because her boyfriend is

like, lookin' out for her.

Don't blink...

or you'll miss it.

See you tomorrow.

Well, I certainly won't be seeing you.

Good morning.

I can see.

You okay?

You've got one last wish to make.

Don't make me go back to being a geek.

No.

He says you've got to

read out the passage.

There you go.

Can't believe we're doing this.

That's it?

I think that her eyes

were bigger than her stomach.

What's that?

You want to go to the loo?

You're having

a f***ing Turkey shot.

You sit down.

I'm nearly finished my story.

Sit down.

Samantha... Well, she's got

to face up to her fears,

stop clowning about.

So pop your ass in a pew

and pay attention.

I'm nearly done.

Hello!

Please!

Yes, yes. What? Who?

Now? Yes! A big hand

for the most popular boy

and girl in the school!

Yes, the couple you voted this year's

Prom King and Queen.

Well done.

No!

Do you really want to go back to being

the person you were?

Do you really want

to go back to being...

unpopular? Hmm?

I wish...

I had never met you!

- Hey.

- Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

You. What are you doing here?

What are you doing in my room?

Job done.

Au revoir, poulette.

Freak.

What? Ahem.

There you go, kid.

That's my story.

Careful what you

wish for, as they say.

F***in' hell.

Right. Well, I guess those kids outside

would have gone by now,

so you can...

Go on. Jog on. F*** off.

Off you pop. See you.

Bye.

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