The Final Terror Page #3

Y'all hear me now?

You all hear me now?

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Don't ever come back!

Don't ever come back!

Oh, Mike, they told me

that one in kindergarten.

Okay, Boone. It's your turn.

- Come on, your turn.

- Oh, come on Rich!

Tell it, go on man. Go ahead.

- You don't have to be bashful.

- Come on, Boone.

I'll get the wood.

Okay.

So once upon a time, not too long ago,

this used to be a logging camp,

right here.

There was this little sweet 14 year old

girl who lived here with a big family.

And her father died. So her uncle

came to take care of the place.

And he was a lumberjack.

And he was a mean son

of a b*tch. Mean, boy.

And one night this uncle said,

"Hey Susie Q, you want to go

for a little walk in the woods?"

So he took her on one of these trails,

here. Way far out, you know, like we are.

And he raped her.

She screamed but nobody could hear her.

She had to keep all this

inside after the rape.

Because she couldn't tell anybody because,

you know, he was supporting the family.

She was afraid to.

So she started going crazy.

So what they done is,

they put her in a mental institution.

You know that one we

passed on the way down here?

And while she's in the hospital

they find out that she's pregnant.

So she has this little baby boy.

But the doctor says,

"Well, she's too messed up

to take care of the kid".

So they take the baby away from her.

Okay, so 19 years later...

this young kid, just about my age,

shows up down there at the hospital.

He wants to see this lady.

So they let him in.

And he goes crazy.

I mean he just freaks out.

He says, "You can't treat my Mama like this,

you can't keep her in this garbage can!"

It was her son. He just stole her

right out of the place. Just took her.

But she was so crazy, you know,

that he didn't know what to do with her.

So he put her out here in these woods

so she could live in peace, you know.

But the story goes that whenever

anybody camps out around here,

she sneaks into your camp...

and she whispers to you.

She bends down over you,

man, you can just smell her breathing

on you. You can feel it. And she says,

"Who stole my lamb?"

"Who stole my..."

What the hell you telling

stories like that for, boy?

What the hell you doing like that?

- Scaring these girls half to death!

- Eggar, it ain't your turn.

You think that's funny?

- Eggar!

- I ought to cut your tongue out.

- You sh*t!

- Hey, Eggar.

I want to talk to you. Privately.

Don't need to talk about anything.

Get your stuff ready. I'm leaving now.

Fine. Just be sure you get the boats

there when they're supposed to be.

Let's get everything on

the bus that's going on it.

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