Pain:
(Narrator: Dennis Rafkin)
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What, does he think I'm crazy? Or just stupid?
Of course I'm not going to help him collect ghosts... I don't need that kinda pain in my head, don't I have enough already? All I need is to go near something dead and have my brain sizzle, I don't even have any more painkillers! Damnit! I'll just have to walk home, see if I care!
Okay... so where's the highway? Where the hell am I?
Aaaahhhhh!!!!!!
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Dennis screamed in pain a few moments after he marched out of the red brick house. He made it to the sidewalk, then bang! The pain hit him!
"Aaaahhhhh!!!!!!" he screeched, holding his head as he fell to the cold concrete ground.
The visions hit him worse than the pain ever could, the sight of a little boy and his friend playing cowboys and Indians, then someone decided to use a real bow and arrow set.
The sound of Dennis' screams found its way to the ones inside the house, Evy and Alex ran outside to see what had happened, the others followed.
"Are you okay?" Evy asked as she ran to where he was lying.
Alex reached down to help him up, but just as she touched him Dennis let out another painful scream.
"No! Don't touch me!!! Don't touch me!!!" he yelled at her as he tried to pick himself up off of the concrete.
"What happened?" Cyrus insisted to know, "What did you see?"
"This little boy... he got shot through the head with an arrow!" Dennis muttered, standing upright, holding his head still in pain.
Alex looked over at Evelyn confused.
"Excellent! And all this time we figured Billy had been killed in the backyard!" Cyrus said joyously, the three just stared at him as if he were a talking dog or something unnatural. "Henry! Get the others, tell them to bring the cube around to the front yard!" Cyrus demanded.
Henry ran to the backyard, a few moments later a group of black vans pulled up to the front of the house.
(Narrator: Dennis Rafkin)
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What, does he think I'm crazy? Or just stupid?
Of course I'm not going to help him collect ghosts... I don't need that kinda pain in my head, don't I have enough already? All I need is to go near something dead and have my brain sizzle, I don't even have any more painkillers! Damnit! I'll just have to walk home, see if I care!
Okay... so where's the highway? Where the hell am I?
Aaaahhhhh!!!!!!
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Dennis screamed in pain a few moments after he marched out of the red brick house. He made it to the sidewalk, then bang! The pain hit him!
"Aaaahhhhh!!!!!!" he screeched, holding his head as he fell to the cold concrete ground.
The visions hit him worse than the pain ever could, the sight of a little boy and his friend playing cowboys and Indians, then someone decided to use a real bow and arrow set.
The sound of Dennis' screams found its way to the ones inside the house, Evy and Alex ran outside to see what had happened, the others followed.
"Are you okay?" Evy asked as she ran to where he was lying.
Alex reached down to help him up, but just as she touched him Dennis let out another painful scream.
"No! Don't touch me!!! Don't touch me!!!" he yelled at her as he tried to pick himself up off of the concrete.
"What happened?" Cyrus insisted to know, "What did you see?"
"This little boy... he got shot through the head with an arrow!" Dennis muttered, standing upright, holding his head still in pain.
Alex looked over at Evelyn confused.
"Excellent! And all this time we figured Billy had been killed in the backyard!" Cyrus said joyously, the three just stared at him as if he were a talking dog or something unnatural. "Henry! Get the others, tell them to bring the cube around to the front yard!" Cyrus demanded.
Henry ran to the backyard, a few moments later a group of black vans pulled up to the front of the house.