The Black Waters of Echo's Pond Page #2

It's beautiful.

Nice try, Rick.

You're not staying in my room.

Don't think

you're staying with me.

I only got a single bed

in my room.

- Hey, Anton.

- What?

Why is everyone acting like they didn't

know I was coming here this weekend?

Rick, you got some real balls

coming here.

Erica-- she's still pissed

about the bachelor party incident,

and you knew that.

Sh*t, no, man, I didn't.

Look, what if I have a little powwow

with her, you know, apologize?

My advice to you,

stay out of her way.

On a stormy night

in April 1952,

a merchant marine ship

bound for Iceland

left Bar Harbor.

This was no ordinary trip.

Once the ship got out to sea,

for some unknown reason,

the first mate went crazy

and slit the throats

of everybody on board the ship--

the captain, his wife,

even his children

all sliced from ear to ear

before this monster of a man

took his own life.

The ship eventually

ground ashore

on the north side

of the island.

And when the police

found the ship,

they say that the stench of death

was so thick,

you could smell it

from a mile away.

But that's not all.

In 1971

there were some backpackers

exploring the island

and they turned up missing.

And the rescue team found them

in the hull of the ship--

dead,

with their throats slit

from ear to ear.

And on a wall nearby,

dripping in fresh blood,

was the ghoul

of Beacon's Isle.

Even to this day

there are those who say

the ghoul is still here

on this island,

lurking for his next kill.

Beacon's Isle has got a death curse.

You are doomed.

All of you-- you are doomed.

And what if the ghoul

is a real person,

very much alive

and living on this island?

Do they have any idea

who the murderer was?

No one knows.

Hell, you could be

looking at him.

You kids have fun.

How creepy.

- Are you shitting me, man? Come on.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, man, I ain't eaten like that

in a long time.

Haven't.

Say what?

You have a college education

and you still say words like "ain't."

Bro, remember the cheerleader--

the one that you had a crush on--

you know, Charlene Hutchison,

you know, sophomore year or whatever?

You gave her your number

after basketball practice

and you always wondered

why she never called you back.

It's because your balls

was hanging out, man.

- Shut up.

- No, I'm dead serious.

Out of them little tiny-ass PE shorts

that we used to wear.

They looked like that turkey neck

on Thanksgiving.

That's what was

going around the high school.

Did you bring

any other games with you?

Wrinkled too.

So what's on TV?

Veronique, the reason

we came to this island

is to watch the fire,

take in the stars,

get away from it all.

You know, nature.

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