Campfire Tales Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 88 min
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at the sheriff's station.
Please, let's just keep moving.
W-wait. Just--please.
Keep your eyes straight ahead.
Keep walking to the car.
Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah!
She screamed so loud...
that she drowned out the sound
of her husband's wedding ring...
scraping across the roof.
Ugh.
Well, I know one thing--
I'm not driving to Las Vegas
on my honeymoon.
I don't think you have to worry
about a honeymoon.
That story's not true,
though, right?
Nah, it is, man.
I know a couple of guys...
that lived in the town
it happened.
What's so funny?
I just remembered something.
What?
Do you remember
when Dad went to Las Vegas...
and I had
that really bad nosebleed?
No.
You were, like, I don't know,
five or six...
and it was really late.
You were sleeping...
and I was laying in Mom's bed...
and she just didn't know
what to do.
You know, she tried everything,
and nothing worked...
so she called Grandma...
and I guess
we must have woken you up...
because you were
standing in the doorway...
when the blood just started
pouring out of my nose.
This is funny to you?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
So when mom saw it,
she dropped the phone...
and just fell backwards.
She fainted.
And then
you went over to the phone...
and you said,
"Grandma, Mom's dead...
and Lauren's bleeding to death
in bed."
And then you just
hung up the phone.
-Hey.
-Hey.
It's all right, Lauren.
It's OK, Lauren.
We're gonna be all right.
It'll be like, um...
another funny story.
What the hell was that?
What?
Cliff,
would you please not do this?
Oh, you're not scared,
are you, Cliffy?
You guys didn't hear that?
You think the flares
are still burning?
Yeah. We stacked them...
so they should burn
for, like, uh, a half hour.
Oh, man. F***.
Aw, sh*t.
I forgot to feed Dante.
Don't worry about it. I filled
his bowl before we left.
He's fine.
Really.
Yeah,
he's safe and sound at home.
Hey, that reminds me
of another story.
You guys want to hear it?
All right, this is about a girl,
a little girl--Amanda.
It was the day before
her twelfth birthday.
She couldn't wait to get home.
I don't care if you were joking.
No, you embarrassed me
in front of my friends.
Well, maybe you should
have thought of that...
before you pissed me off.
Dad!
In the kitchen.
Did you get it?
Your birthday's tomorrow.
Oh, can't I please
have my bike tonight?
Bike. That would have been
a good idea.
Dad.
Hey, Odin. Come here, boy.
Is Mom home yet?
-Not yet.
-Come here.
Oh, what a good puppy.
Oh, come here, boy.
Uhh, uhh, yeah, uhh.
Listen, thanks for sticking
around with Amanda, Katherine.
You didn't wear that to school,
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