The Tell-Tale Heart Page #2
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way back to the late 1800s.
House was commissioned by a young
When he passed away,
his son redid the decor
and introduced the bust
of Edward Mordrake.
He supposedly had a face
at the back of his head.
It would cry and whisper things
to him while he tried to sleep.
What happened to him'? Who,
Edward or young master Harris'?
Both I guess.
Well, strangely,
their fate was the same.
They both killed themselves.
But these stories
are better saved
for when a better
light can be seen
and the hour is not so late.
Easy there. Now, don't worry.
It's not gonna bite.
Promise you,
it never hurt anybody.
I'm sorry, I, uh...
Go on, get some rest.
We have a lot of work to do.
Good night.
Good night.
Now, this is the point.
You fancy me mad.
Madmen know nothing.
But you should've seen me.
You should've seen
how wisely I proceeded,
with what caution,
with what foresight,
with what dissimulation
I went to work.
You can relax.
Relax.
under this scrutiny?
Constant questions,
distrusting glances.
The truth is here.
You will see how it unfolds.
You will see
my insanity is intact.
And I will end this.
I knew I could
not be alone in this.
That would be just too cool.
Help was always
just out of reach.
Just out of focus.
Sh*t.
I craved any escape.
Anything that
would dull my senses.
Anything that
would let me taste freedom.
Just a glimpse of a new start.
Or an end.
No!
Only here,
only in my blissful numb fog
could I dare to hope,
pray that she will come again.
Pray that she?! show me
the way out.
Oh, my love, I did this for you.
I've paid this price for us.
To purchase our escape
from the hell that torments me,
that torment's us.
I will not break.
Too many pieces taken.
Too many pieces of me torn away.
Too many pieces of my heart!
Beaten, stolen,
broken.
Sean.
Jesus.
Now, calm down.
It was just a dream.
Calm down.
I don't rightly recall bourbon
being the recommended
treatment for memory loss.
Matter of fact, it's most
often used to forget,
although with limited success.
On a more serious note,
this will cause you to forget
everything, eventually, Sean.
This mixed with your pills
could kill you.
I couldn't sleep. Well, it's my
own fault for leaving it here.
I'll take the blame this time,
but no more drinking.
Come down
when you feel up to it.
What time is it'?
You slept most of the day
away already, Sean,
but the evening is still open.
We still have a lot
of work to do.
I need coffee.
So, you must be the new
meat for the grinder.
Excuse me'?
You gonna get that'?
Nah, I was waiting for it
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