Dark Summer Page #3

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Yeah, well, at least it'll get you

the f*** out of here.

You saw what she wrote on the wall.

She's not after the house.

How long do you think

I'm gonna last in a 6-by-9-foot cell

with bars on the door or a padded room?

Maybe if I can convince the cops

that I'm being haunted,

they'll hook me up with some 4-point

restraints or a f***ing straitjacket!

The sh*t you found online about

contacting spirits, that worked, right?

So?

So, who's to say that this sh*t about

getting rid of them isn't just as legit?

Look, right now I'm ready

to f***ing try anything.

Following a saging session,

natural-fiber brooms can be used

to sweep the home from west to east.

...employ a combination of absorbent

powders, along with a series...

Stones should be arranged

throughout the house,

following these hygienic measures

to anchor the positive energies...

...electrical and microwaves

by focusing on naturally occurring...

A solitary practitioner

can easily construct...

Try to feel natural...

...throughout the house,

following these hygienic measures...

White rice seems to have

a particular potency...

...hanging text from ceilings

to alter the energy flow in the room.

Consumer-grade cameras can be modified

to see further into the ultraviolet...

...into the light spectrum by altering

or removing internal filters.

...establishing a multicamera surveillance

grid throughout the affected environment.

Compasses haven't moved.

Same with the electronics.

They aren't attracting anything.

I haven't heard a thing from the chimes.

We'll stick around.

I got sick days.

I'll call into work and tell 'em.

No.

I'm okay.

Hey, Abby?

Thanks.

Anytime.

Like tying a knot

You stiffened to me

And when it got taut

You tore yourself free

Oh, darlin', how could you dare?

You won't be climbing my dark hair

From reservoirs of maiden stars

Lead us on

You will not find the forest floor

Where I lie

Oh, darlin', it's not your kiss

Pressing me deep in the loaminess

As crimson leaves fall from the trees

As we roll

And shadows bow on the path

Where we stroll

I want to erase

The contours we made

And tumbling from grace

How quickly we fade

O, darlin', how could you dare?

You won't be climbing my dark hair

As pounding waves flood

through the maze...

- How you doing, buddy?

- Pretty good.

Say hello to your wife.

I've been doing this for so long...

I don't remember anything else.

Smokes?

Well...

Most of the time,

when I look up from that file

into the eyes of the boy

in front of me...

I can see it's... it's too late.

Now, I'm not saying that I'm...

having a sixth sense

or anything like that.

I do have a good eye for badness.

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