Stir of Echoes Page #2

- No.

- Why not?

- For one, you're hostile.

I'm not hostile!

Do I seem hostile to anybody?

- Uh... yeah.

- Thanks for having us. It was a great party.

Nah, nah, this is just getting good.

Come on, Lisa. Hypnotise me. Come on!

- No. You're drunk.

- I'm not drunk!

You're not supposed to mesmerise

somebody who's been drinking!

Mesmerise! No! Stop!

Oh, please! I'm begging you.

Educate the savages.

It won't work with

that kind of uncooperative attitude.

I swear to you, I'll follow

every instruction to the letter.

It still won't work.

Come on.

What's the worst that can happen?

- Somebody turn out the lights.

- Oh, yeah!

Whoo!

All right, just relax. Put your arm down.

Just rest it comfortably. Just lean back.

Just be very comfortable and relaxed.

Trust me. OK?

- Close your eyes.

- Certainly, Lisa.

Now... just listen for a moment.

Listen to the sounds of the room around you.

I don't know why, but I'm scared.

Now I want you to pretend

you're in a theatre.

A movie theatre,

You're the only one there.

It's one of those great old movie palaces.

When you look around,

it's a huge, empty theatre.

You notice that the walls of the theatre

are painted in black.

The seats... are covered in black.

And in the whole pitch-black theatre,...

...there's only one thing you can see,

and that's the white screen.

You'll notice there are letters on the screen...

tall, thick, black letters.

But they're out of focus, so you drift closer

to them in your chair, trying to read them.

You're very comfortable now.

It's your favourite chair.

You're drifting closer and closer,

staring at the letters.

Very relaxed now. Your legs are relaxed.

Your arms are limp and heavy.

You're almost close enough

to read the letters now.

They start to come into focus.

The letters spell "sleep".

Sleep.

No!

- What the hell was that?

- What? What? What?

- Are you OK? You had to be faking it.

That was the weirdest goddamn thing

I've seen in my life!

Congratulations, Tom!

You're one of the lucky eight percent!

- You still have tears on your cheeks.

- What the hell did she do to me?

- Christ, I'm thirsty.

- Whaddaya mean? What eight percent?

There's only eight percent of the population

that's, like, highly hypnotisable.

Almost anybody can go under a little,...

...but not way under -

not freaky under, like he did.

- How's your hand?

- Whaddaya mean?

I stuck a safety pin in your hand and asked

you to bleed on one side, but not the other.

- Which I can't believe you did!

- You were very cooperative.

It was a side of you I hadn't seen before.

- That happened?

- You said it didn't hurt.

To hell with the pin!

I wanna know more about your Joey Luca.

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