Dark Summer Page #2

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- Daniel...

You don't think I want this to be over?

I could feel her, okay?

- I could smell her perfume. She was here.

- Look, I'm gonna stay, okay?

I'm gonna stay the night.

My dad's working the graveyard shift.

If anything weird goes on,

I'll be here to see it.

Okay?

- Come on. Try harder.

- I am trying.

Rematch?

I can't see straight.

Well, how 'bout some mad libs?

I brought "animals, animals, animals,"

"camp days," and "bachelorette bash."

No.

What was it...

about her?

She was...

just perfect.

And...

there's this feeling in my stomach

every time I think about her.

That's all?

I mean... isn't that all it ever is?

All what ever is?

Love.

No.

And perfection has nothing

to do with it.

It's about knowing how f***ed up

somebody is,

how stupid and blind they are,

knowing all those things,

and still seeing the light in them,

even though all they see

in themselves is sh*t.

And you know it's real when you don't get

that feeling in your stomach anymore,

but it doesn't matter.

You don't need to feel that

to know that...

no matter what twisted, dark sh*t

gets dropped on either one of you,

you'll be there

to bail each other out...

because you're best f***ing friends.

...may not be Mr. right,

but he is certainly Mr. smooth.

Daniel?!

Maybe... if I can set it straight,

somehow let her know

that I didn't mean to hurt her...

let her know how much I cared.

What do you want us to do?

Your mom is gonna lose it.

They don't like silence,

so it suggests neutral tones.

Read from the top.

"When dealing

with an unwelcome presence,

it's important to remember

that some spirits won't move on

because of attachments

to earthly pleasures.

Others are tethered by strong emotions,

like love or revenge."

- Daniel, this is...

- Look, it takes three people.

If this doesn't work,

then I'm f***ing nuts,

and that's that.

"Form a circle of hands, palms down

before you, fingers touching.

Guilty party addresses

the scorned spirit...

confirms motives before attempting

to amend harms.

Clear your minds of hindering thoughts

and breathe as one."

Mona Wilson...

We are gathered here today to ask you

why you haven't moved on.

Guess she's still not much

of a conversationalist.

We are calling on you to answer

this question by guiding these quills

through our own hands.

Hold your writing implements,

close your eyes, and await communication.

Abby!

Daniel!

Abby!

We have to call someone.

The police or your probation guy.

And tell them what?

That we were having a sance

and we stabbed you in the hand

and then an evil spirit wrote my name

on the wall in your blood?

You're not even supposed to be here.

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