Darkness Rising Page #3

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who was still paying

for half her rent, then maybe

I could afford my joints...

Okay. Alright.

- Seriously?

- Nice.

Oh.

Give me the rest.

I was only gonna take as needed.

- I can't believe you.

- Nice.

Oh.

You wanna talk about it?

"You wanna talk about it?"

Oh, Izzy.

Oh, really? Goddamn it.

Oh, gosh.

- You okay?

- What happened?

Nothing. It was,

it was just a..

It was just a spider.

Ew.

You okay?

Yeah, it was,

it was just a big one.

It's okay, I think we're ready

to get the hell out of

here, right?

No, I just, I wanna

stay a little longer.

Okay.

Maddy.

Listen, I know you're

looking for answers, okay?

But if there is one, you're

not gonna find it here.

Okay?

People can be, uh, mysteries.

Is that what you tell

your clients?

My mother was an alcoholic.

She was also a psychologist

who spent her entire career

treatin' sick people.

How could she not know

she was sick?

Or more important, care enough

to do somethin' about it?

I watched for 16 years

as she slowly

drank herself to death

but I don't have my answers.

And you were what?

You were, uh, three when

you last saw your mom.

Well, that's not good enough.

It has to be, Maddy.

I, uh, called my father

last week.

- You did what?

- Look.

I just had to ask him

some questions, okay?

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Look, he... he said..

He told me it wasn't her fault

that... that something in

this house made her do it!

You don't really believe

that, do you, Maddy?

Baby, it's just a house.

It's just a house with drywall

with an insulation.

It's... it's a house!

Look at us.

We were normal, happy.

Then my mom got pregnant.

We needed a bit more room.

You know, we found this house.

It was so cheap, my dad

couldn't turn it down.

Three weeks later,

mom and Olivia were dead.

Dad was locked up and I

I went and lived with aunt nor.

Hey, hey.

Don't.

After I talked to my dad,

you know

I... I thought

it was bullshit, too.

I mean, he's crazy, right?

But then I, I did

research of my own.

Here, here, check this out.

Look at this.

What do you see?

An old picture of this house.

No. Cle Elum.

Washington. 1942.

An old man

murdered his whole family

and then hung himself

from the second floor.

Holly Springs,

north Carolina. 1976.

An old woman

used to rent out rooms.

Then she poisoned everyone

at dinner with bleach.

With bleach! It's this

house, you guys.

I know it.

- I mean..

- It's a coin..

- Hey, hey. It's a coincidence, Maddy.

- But...

People use the same architectural

plans all the time.

After the murders,

they just vanished.

Houses don't just vanish, Maddy.

Uh..

Goddamn it.

Hey.

Just listen to the

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