Be Afraid Page #3

Awesome. How'd you do

on your homework?

Great. Look.

A hundred percent.

You did?

Awesome, fantastic.

I'm very proud of you.

And how's that story coming?

Good. I put you in the

story too, daddy.

You did?

Let's see.

Yeah.

It's you...

There's Ben, with his

bag home from college.

Is that you?

No. That's my friend.

She showed me

a big tunnel, daddy.

A tunnel?

An old railroad tunnel I found

our son playing in today.

Nathan, tell daddy what mommy

told you about the tunnel.

Um, that I'm never going to

play at the tunnel again.

That's correct.

Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

Sh*t.

- Language.

- What was that?

- Ghosts.

- Ghosts?

He's fibbing, babe.

Unless you want to sleep with a

six-year-old until he's a teenager,

zip it. There's no

such thing as ghosts.

Yeah, no such thing as ghosts.

Thank you.

But there is such a

thing as a scare!

Hey!

Jesus, you scared

the crap out of me.

What are you still doing up?

I couldn't sleep.

Want to take her for a spin?

Really?

Look, Ben, I understand

you're in a bit of

a funk right now.

Okay? I get it.

I do.

At some point, you're

going to have to grow up.

I mean, look,

my point was early.

Met your mother

when I was young,

and, uh, you know, I definitely

made my share of mistakes.

One thing I always did was

I took responsibility

for my own actions.

Let's cut the sh*t

though, really.

I mean, you want this car, right?

Yes.

All you got to do

is get yourself back

in school and graduate, okay?

So, in the meantime,

I can drive...?

Look out!

Oh, sh*t!

Please! Please!

Please!

Dr. chambers! Wait.

It's my husband, he's got a gun

and I think he's going to

try to kill himself. Where?

He's in our house,

just up the road.

Alright, well, come on, get in!

Okay, get in, get in.

Come on, let's go,

let's go, let's go.

Sh*t.

Ben, drive until you can get a signal.

Call the sheriff.

Wait, are you sure?

He has a gun.

Just do as I say.

Where are you, sweetheart?

Where did my little girl go?

Why can't you come home to

your mother and me? Why?

Dean?

Dean, it's

Dr. chambers.

Dean? Can you hear me?

I want you to stay here.

Dean, please do not shoot.

Dean?

Can you hear me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

No, don't shoot me!

I'm here to help you.

Don't leave me, baby!

Who are you talking to?

I just wanted to look at her.

Listen, Dean.

Look at me.

I'm a doctor, I can help you.

How do I know you are

what you say you are?

I swear to you.

I'm doctor chambers.

You were on my property

the other day.

You were talking to my son.

Dean, baby. Let

this man help you.

Christine.

Yes?

I am so sorry.

I just wanted to hold

her one last time.

I knew she wasn't coming back.

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