Necronomicon: Book of Dead Page #3

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And that was some 80 years ago.

Thank you, mother.

According to ah, state files...

there is no record of

Dr. Richard Madden's death...

which would mean that

he is still alive.

Sugar?

Yeah.

So, what the hell happened to Madden?

I really don't know what

happened to Dr. Madden.

You know, maybe you don't

understand me here lady.

Either you cough up the truth now...

or I print my story as is.

And you get to deal with the cops.

Are you threatening me, Mr. Porkel?

If that's what it takes, yeah.

22 years ago...

my mother came to Boston

to study the flute.

Had she not rented

a room in this building...

all our lives would

be very different.

What do you want?

Are you alone?

Yes. I just moved to Boston.

I don't know anyone.

My mother rented a

room in this house...

from a woman named Lena Kamen.

Apparently, Lena lived here alone...

except for a mysterious tenant,

upstairs on the third floor.

Who's upstairs?

You must never disturb Dr. Madden.

Is that quite clear?

All right.

Well if it isn't little Miss runaway.

I do believe it's time for you to

get your little butt back home.

I'm not coming home ever again.

Really? Well I think father knows

better in these matters.

You're not my father, Sam.

But I love you like

your my own, Emily.

And I believe I'm entitled to a

little affection when your...

mother's passed out and bloated.

I will die before I let

you touch me again!

Who said anything about

touching? Me, I...

just came by to watch you

practice your flute playing. Only...

your gonna practice on my instrument.

You little b*tch! Come back here!

Please, please...

Be careful.

Sudden movements

will impair your equilibrium.

Sam? Where's Sam?

He's gone.

He's my stepfather.

I have a strong feeling that Sam

won't be bothering you any more.

I'm doctor Madden.

I saw some ammonia or something

leaking from my ceiling.

I apologize for that.

And as for that cold your getting...

I've asked Lena to

give you some vitamin C...

with your medication tonight.

Trust me that this frigid

temperature is not by choice.

I'm afflicted by a

rare skin condition...

which requires an unreasonably

cold environment.

Well, we better get you out of here

and in bed before you die of cold.

How can I ever thank you, doctor?

For taking care of me, and...

Just... Do just one thing.

Don't be a stranger.

These pills...

Doctor knows best.

He's moving too much.

I'm trying to hold him still.

Is his temperature holding?

Temperature is steady at 34.

Put another syringe in, Clara.

I heard drilling noises last night.

You were probably dreaming.

It's one of the side effects

of the medication.

Now your going to have

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