The Bye Bye Man Page #2

you're not jealous.

It is good.

You got this. You got this.

Come on, come on.

All right.

This one side.

- Oh!

- Oh, baby!

Thank you!

An oldie old gold coin, huh?

Yeah. I put it back on the

little table next to the bed.

I didn't want to keep it.

'Cause you're the best,

most honest, smartest, cutest,

heaviest, oldest person here.

I'm not the heaviest

or the oldest.

Dad's the oldest

and he's the heaviest.

What?

She ratted me out.

Here.

Head bump. Oh.

Fist bump.

That's John's room.

We're upstairs.

All right, we're outta here.

Buddy, great party.

Be good.

Bye, guys.

Bye, Alice.

Kim? She's in

my lit class.

Girls who wear hats inside

are crazy.

You know that, right? She's gonna do a

psychic cleansing after everyone leaves.

Cool. Can I leave too?

No.

She's just gonna burn some Sage,

and you are going to be nice.

Maybe you need a hat.

It's a twist-off.

Oh, thank you.

John, do you think

this house is creepy?

Mmm.

Yep.

I don't, but I'm not a girl,

and I think you should get dressed,

'cause we're playing baseball.

Why do jocks always have to

play games, even at a party?

"Don't think it.

Don't say it.

Don't think it. Don't say it.

Don't think it.

Don't say it.

Don't think it. Don't say it.

Don't say it. Don't think it."

Miss Sasha

steps up to the plate!

Oh, she's going long.

She's going long.

Okay, all right, all right.

You got this?

All right.

- Oh!

- F*** yes!

Ah.

You all right?

Yeah.

You're drunk.

She's so drunk.

So...

So you thought there

were sounds and... what?

Bad vibrations?

Yeah.

And now if they're gone,

then what's the big deal?

We burned all

that bad sh*t away, right?

That's tight.

You're actually psychic?

Sensitive.

My mother says.

Oh, sensitive, huh?

So, what? Your mom locked you under

the stairs when you was a kid?

You shoot knives at her?

Yeah.

- No.

- F***.

But I could find stuff.

I always knew when people

were coming over to the house.

You know what I'm thinking?

Yes.

I might just do that.

Damn.

You are psychic.

Sensitive there for sure.

- Elliot...

- It's okay, Sasha.

People have doubted me

my whole life.

Elliot, you can go ahead

and live a sheltered,

shallow, physical existence.

Ooh. A nonphysical existence

would be kind of tough.

What Aristotle is trying to say

is, um... well, he needs proof.

Yeah.

Is that crazy?

- Okay, let's just take some deep breaths.

- Okay.

So if nothing happens,

I should believe 'cause it means

you got rid of the spirit?

- Elliot, come on.

- What?

We all know you don't

believe in this stuff,

but can you just please

let her do it?

Right. Sorry.

No being rational.

I give over. I do.

Yo, El,

just loosen up the grip

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