Abattoir Page #3

- What's on the other side of this wall?

- Repairman was working late.

Forgot to cut the power on

the elevator. Crushed the poor bastard.

Damn near broke every bone in his body.

I guess she reckoned she'd rather

go out above the ground than below it.

But I did some research that ten years

before I took over the ownership,

there was a nasty home invasion.

Let us go! Please! Let us go!

Please? Let us go...

Shhh...

Church bought the place back in '82

for a penny and a half.

Poisoned by a competing tycoon.

Someone came in and removed

the whole room, floor to ceiling.

To understand the story,

two days after it happened,

someone offered to buy the building.

Owners wanted out,

didn't want the press, so they sold.

And then someone just scampered off

with the entire ceiling?

Two weeks later, elevator's gone,

and the building is back on the market.

In your email you mentioned

something about revelation holdings.

The newspaper did take up the story.

And the day it went into print,

i get a knock at the door.

A man starts asking me questions.

He's more interested in the murders

than the real estate.

Two hours later, gives me a check

for 20 percent more than the value.

And then the next week, I remembered

that I left a box over there.

And the hallway was gone.

So let me get this straight.

- The story bends.

- What do you mean it bends?

Husband slits his wrists

after finding his wife dead in bed.

Along comes an old man, buys the house,

rips out the murder room.

Contractor shoots the carpenter

eight times in the head with a nail gun

before putting a nail into his own eyes.

- Nice touch, tools of the trade.

- Christmas morning, 2004.

A husband and wife are opening presents

when their landlord axes them both.

- And get this...

- Takes off with the murder room?

Yes.

Color me intrigued,

but that's about all.

F***ed-up people

collect f***ed-up sh*t, right?

Part of his collection

happens to be my family.

Which is horrible, but it's faded news.

You can't rewrite that story.

It's already gone to press.

Rewrite it?

I haven't even finished a rough draft.

I get it. It's stranger than strange.

It's f***ing nuts.

But these are all solved murders.

Cases of people taking out

their loved ones, and then themselves.

We had your guy in a padded cell.

He's facing triple murder. That's it.

Case open, case closed.

There's no mystery.

You don't have to protect me, Grady.

I won't break.

- I want to see him.

- No.

- Yes.

- No.

You don't get to make that decision.

I want to see him.

Look...

I know you're trying to make this right.

But whatever it is you're doing,

it's not gonna bring them back.

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