Wicked Little Things Page #2

Thank you.

Freak.

Who's little girl are you?

Definitely not yours.

You can play hard to get, huh?

- I got something hard for you to get.

- Stop it.

In your dreams.

Hey! What's your name?

Sarah.

I'm Tim.

The idiot's Sean,

and that's Lisa.

Hi.

Where do you live?

Up in the hills.

You're shitting me.

Up with the f***ing zombies?

What zombies?

Emma! Please answer me!

She's coming.

Hello?

My name is Emma.

What's your name?

Emma!

I'm scared to come in there.

Why can't you come out here?

Are you still there?

Emma!

Don't you ever do that again!

Just wandering off like that,

you scare me half to death!

- You're hurting me, Mommy.

- Look at you. What happened to your knee?

I fell.

Emma, what are you doing out here?

I'm looking for Mary.

She lives in there.

Okay, I don't want you

to ever come out here again.

Do you understand me, Emma?

Never ever.

- Mom!

- Never.

Cross your heart.

Okay.

Oh, baby.

Okay, come on,

let me get you home.

...pray for us sinners

now and at the hour

of our death, amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners

now and at the hour

of our death, amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners

now and at the hour

of our death, amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace...

Mommy, are we lost?

We've been walking

for a really long time.

No, baby.

We're just a little turned around.

It's okay.

Just the wind.

Nothing to be afraid of.

I'm not.

It's just Mary and the others.

Come on.

Oh, dumb...

Now what happened?

What the hell?

This is not what

I wanted to be doing.

No!

Mommy?

I'm getting cold and tired.

I know, baby.

Who lives here?

I don't know, but...

maybe they can help us

find our way home.

There's the paint again, Mom.

Hello?

I don't like it here, Mom.

Me neither, baby.

Let's go.

Oh, God!

I'm sorry, you sc--

We were lost,

and your door was open.

Are you the Tunny widow?

Yes.

My name is Hanks.

You hurt yourself, little girl?

I fell.

Been down by the old mine, have you?

You should not have let her play

down by the old mine.

You shouldn't be out

after dark, neither.

Well, I didn't let her

play down there,

and I told you we got lost

on our way home.

Yeah, well, you just follow

the old two track down the mountain.

Runs right by your place.

Okay.

Thank you.

Sorry again for the intrusion.

I'll watch your doors for you.

I beg your pardon?

In the day...

Come back, we'll talk then.

Emma, stay here for a second.

Was that you who...

put the blood on our door?

No need to thank me.

Ought to last you a while.

Look, I don't mean

to be rude, Mr. Hanks,

and I know that...

places like this

have certain customs and all,

but I would appreciate it

if you didn't do what you did last night.

Like I said, no need to thank me.

Now get on home now, quick.

Come back in the daylight.

We'll talk.

This Mr. Hanks guy

sounds like a freak.

I liked him.

You would.

Mary likes him, too.

Who's Mary?

My new friend.

I met her in the forest.

Like Frizzy, huh?

Frizzy wasn't real.

Mary is.

Right.

Maybe she's one of the zombies.

The guys I met said

they're ghosts of children

who were buried

in an old mine up here.

They roam the woods at night

and eat little girls like you.

Okay, that's enough.

- Gotta go.

- What, they're not going to come inside?

Please, Mom.

They're cool.

Where are you going?

To Addytown,

to see a movie or something.

Okay. Be home early.

- What's early?

- Oh, like an hour and a half.

- Mom!

- I'm kidding. Eleven.

I mean it, okay?

Okay.

What's a zombie, Mom?

It's nothing.

Finish your dinner.

Good night, baby.

Sleep tight.

Mom, if Mary came here to play,

would that be all right?

Well, I don't think she will, honey.

But if she did, would it?

Sure.

But you have to promise me

to never go near that mine again, okay?

Promise, love you.

I love you more.

The zombies won't eat me, Mom.

No, but I might.

Okay, now you have got

to go to sleep.

Sweet dreams.

The guys I met said

they're ghosts of children who were

buried in an old mine up here.

Emma?

These woods kind of creep me out.

The land of the zombie miner geeks.

Flesh-eating kids of Carlton.

Stop it you jerk-off.

It's just urban legend bullshit.

I got to piss... bad.

So, how come you're not in school?

My mother has to get

her sh*t together first.

She sort of had a nervous freak out

after it all happened.

Were you close to your dad?

Yeah. Real close.

I miss him a lot.

F***.

You scared the sh*t

out of me, man!

Wasn't f***ing funny.

F***.

Come on, guys!

We got to get her home by 11!

Sarah?

Damn it.

Come on, sugar.

We got God's work to do.

See you tomorrow?

Yeah.

I mean, sure.

Look, Tim, thank you--

I got to go.

See you tomorrow.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Bye.

Did you have a good time?

Yeah, I did.

He was nice.

What's wrong?

I found some...

old photographs of your father

and his family in the basement.

Wow.

Look how young he was.

How old were you guys

when you first met?

We were 16.

Then I got married at 17.

I had you at 18.

Fast worker, huh?

It must be weird to find all this stuff

about his family.

Yeah.

I didn't really know...

anything about them.

You know what he was like

every time we brought it up, I mean...

they just refused

to talk about him.

I didn't even know

they lived in Pennsylvania

until I found the deed

for this house in his papers.

It's like they were this secret.

Mom!

The water stopped working!

I'll check on it!

Thank you.

Oh, God.

Harold ain't answering his phone.

Must be out on a job.

You guys have to have

another plumber somewhere, right?

- There's one down in Hemet.

- Okay.

Let me see if I can find his number.

- He's more expensive.

- I don't even care.

I need what's on this list.

- Put it all on my account.

- Excuse me.

I'll be back after lunch.

Have it ready then.

I was kind of in the middle

of something he--

Who the hell was that rude bastard?

William Carlton.

He lives here?

No. The old Carlton mansion's in ruins.

He's up here surveying the land.

Gonna build a fancy ski resort.

You okay, Emma?

You seem quiet today.

Mary said she wouldn't hurt you,

but she doesn't know about the others.

When did you see Mary again?

Last night.

She stayed in my room.

She likes to sleep in my bed.

It used to be hers.

When I made her bed,

there was this spot on the mattress.

I mean, it looks like someone

was sleeping here before we came.

So what are you saying?

This Mary chick is not

another one of Miss Weirdo's

imaginary friends like Frizzy?

She actually lives in the mines

with the other zombie freaks?

I know, it's crazy.

I don't even know

what I'm saying anymore.

Hell, I don't even know

what I'm doing half the time.

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