House of Dust Page #3

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Yeah. Ahem.

I'll protect you.

Seriously,

I brought this magical cape.

I'll put it around us

and we'll disappear.

I don't know.

Let's just go.

Let's just check it out.

What if he's back there?

Who?

The guy who just grabbed me.

The only thing

he's gonna do is eat you.

I brought hot sauce.

- Yeah.

- I don't... do you guys...

You scared? Scared?

This will be fine.

It's gonna be fun.

Shh, guys.

Kolt, where... dude, where you going?

There's a door right here.

We just got busted right there, dude.

Come on.

- Come on! Rah!

- Walk this way.

If that door is open...

Yo, dude, give me some light.

Whoa, nice.

High creepiness.

What's this?

What's in here?

You're high, dude.

And you should be.

Full-impact haunted house sh*t.

Let's go.

All right, all right.

You guys, come on.

Stay close by.

- Come on, Gab. Whoo!

- They're coming to get you.

- They're waiting for you.

- Shh. Shut up.

Come here!

Paging Dr. Satan.

Whoo!

Whoa!

Dude, this place is sick!

Hey, get in.

Come on.

Where to, monsieur?

Welcome to the wing

of the clinically deranged.

Don't open those doors.

Don't open those doors, please.

We ask all passengers to please

remain seated during the ride

and keep your arms

inside the cart.

The patients are very hungry!

Guys?

Gabby?

Hey, Kolt?

Ho, ho, ho.

Paging Dr. Asperger to the O.R.

Doctor, strap me in.

Scrubbing in, nurse.

Whoo.

I'm Nurse Ratched,

here to give you your daily meds.

Nurse, I think we have a stiff.

Oh, my Lord. Crank that voltage.

One more time

for good measure.

Dun-dun-dun.

What's that?

What?

What is that?

Whoa.

Whoa, it's an oven...

for people.

It's a crematorium.

Dylan, come on, man.

Come on, let's... let's...

Ew, dude.

There's, like, dust

and sh*t everywhere.

Dude, th-this is it, though!

Remember the whole story I was

telling you back at the pad, dude?

Like, all the crazies

that were here, dude?

Can you imagine?

Is this another one of your stories?

Remember me telling you

about all this?

Like, all the lobotomies,

like, imagine all the crazy sh*t

they did back in 1951.

Are you listening to this right now?

Whoa!

That's right, dude.

In your face. Unh, what?

Let's get out of here. No.

Hey, what's... what's all this?

What is this?

It was a rat.

Where'd the rat go?

Oh, dude.

Sh*t better not be hazmat.

Haz-what?

Hazardous material.

Yeah.

Never heard of that?

No.

Looks like it's some sort

of paint or something.

No, dude.

That's way too funky to be paint.

Hey, guys...

...where's Emma?

He's not real.

He's not real.

He's not real.

Hey.

Hey.

Yeah, I just got lost.

What are you doing?

What happened to you all?

Well, we found this crazy-ass

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