Children of the Corn 666: Isaac's Return

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[Girl]

Dear Mom...

I know you've tried

to protect me from who I am...

and you've said my life

before you adopted me doesn't matter...

but it does matter.

It matters because I still have visions

of the place where I was born.

I've heard all the whispers.

I know what happened

in that town where I was born.

And I know you've tried to protect me

from its horror for 19 years.

Well, today I'm going back to that

little abandoned town called Gatlin...

home to the truth.

Love, Hannah.

#[Car Radio:
Pop]

[Man] Hey, I need your help.

Please stop.

#[Continues]

- Is there anything I can do?

- Thanks for stoppin'.

Just need a ride to Gatlin.

I'd really be much obliged.

- Oh, you're from Gatlin, huh?

- Yeah.

- Um, about how far up the road is it?

- About ten miles.

I guess I could

give you a ride.

- I'm going there anyway.

- Bless you, sister. Just a minute.

My name's

Zechariah Johnson.

- Miss?

- Oh, I'm Hannah, Hannah Martin.

And Hannah said,

"I am a woman of sorrowful spirit.

If thou will give me a son,

I will give him unto the Lord

all the days of his life."

First Book of Samuel.

Surely you're familiar

with the origins of your name.

I must've missed

that day of Sunday school.

Let's just see here.

"Hannah was barren.

She prayed to the Lord for His favor...

and the Lord remembered her.

Hannah bore a son.

She named him Samuel."

That's nice.

"Because he had

the gift of visions...

Samuel became

a great prophet."

If you have a son,

you should name him Samuel.

Oh, I don't see kids

in my future.

Unfortunately,

that's not for you to decide.

- Uh, fortunately, I have a choice.

- Do you?

- [Yelling]

- [Horn Honking]

- [Gasps]

- [Man Laughing Sinisterly]

What?

- Lookin'for somethin'?

- Oh, I, uh...

Is this how they come

to a complete stop in California?

I, uh... A cat ran out

into the middle of the road.

- A cat? Cheshire?

- Whatever it was,

I didn't want to hit it.

Well, that's the chance you take

straying so far from the interstate.

License, please.

- You know, I think I might

need to see a doctor.

- No doctors around here.

W-What about

Gatlin County Hospital?

Can't you do better

than that?

You're just like

the rest of them.

You want to gawk

at the freak show.

License. Now.

[Male Preacher On Radio, Indistinct]

[Preacher Continues, Indistinct]

The angel of death came down,

and he wiped out the firstborn son...

from Pharaoh's firstborn son

on down to the lowliest prisoner in...

- [Thinking] It's her.

- God, wipe them all out! And finally...

Hey, you're right.

We better have Dr. Michaels

take a look at you.

Someone will pick up

your car later.

[Preacher Continues, Indistinct]

Sorry. Regulations.

It's that way.

Frankly, I don't

see the fascination.

Gatlin is just a ghost town

with an ugly past.

That's what put it

on the Internet.

Did everybody leave?

Some stayed.

I did.

Why?

I was born here...

and I guess

I'll die here.

It's a small town.

You probably know everybody, huh?

So, what happened

to all the kids?

Did any of the children

have children?

- Probably started

their own support group?

- [Laughs]

"I survived

the Gatlin massacre."

[Coughs]

So, am I gonna live

till my next birthday?

It's tomorrow,

isn't it? Halloween.

Miss Martin...

there's nothing wrong

with your head.

Just a bump.

- No charge.

- Thanks.

How do I get

to the town square?

You know, whatever you're

looking for here, Miss Martin,

you're not gonna find it.

Do yourself a favor

and go back to California.

You're only

gonna be disappointed.

You finished?

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