Frailty Page #4

Dad, look, I got a list too.

Where did you get this, Adam?

God gave it to me.

Isn't Travis Shed that boy that was

picking on you at school last week?

He's a demon.

Tell the truth, Adam.

You made this list up

yourself, didn't you?

-No, God did.

-Adam?

Come on, right here.

Now, listen to me, son.

You can't make stuff like that up.

We destroy demons.

If we were to use your list,

we'd be killing people.

And we can never do that.

Now, destroying demons

is a good thing.

Killing people is bad.

You understand?

I'm sorry, Dad.

That's all right.

It's okay.

You just got to have

a little patience. Don't worry.

God will send you

your own list when you're older.

Okay. Go do some homework.

The only thing

left to do was to tell.

That was easier said than done.

Dad had promised to take us

to the movies that night,

but he didn't come home from work.

When's Dad coming home?

I don't know.

Think he's destroying a demon?

-It's all make-believe, Adam.

-No, it's not. It's true.

Listen to me. None of that demon

junk is real. Daddy just made it up.

-No, he didn't.

-He did too.

Just like Santa Claus.

You remember when you caught Dad

putting our presents under the tree?

It's just like that.

Adam,

have I ever lied to you?

All right, look.

Dad made up this whole thing. The

names on his list are real people.

Do you understand?

-But why would he make it up?

-I don't know.

But I think we should leave.

You mean... run away?

Will you go with me?

Only for

-a little while.

-I don't want to leave Dad.

Neither do I.

But we might have to.

Why?

Dad's gonna kill somebody.

Son, come over here.

Come on, I need your help.

Dad?

Come on out here, Adam.

Shine that light over here.

Hey, Dad, who is that?

That's a demon, son.

Come on in here, boys.

It's all right.

Goon, don't be afraid.

God came to him earlier that day

and told him that the time had come.

After work he drove

down to Jacksonville,

about 45 minutes or so

southwest of Thurman.

He said he'd never been there before

but he had no problem finding it.

God was leading him.

-Cynthia Harbridge?

-Yes?

-Dad, don't. Please don't.

-Fenton,

if I could spare

you this, I would.

But we are God's servants

and His will must be served.

Don't be afraid, son.

Is that true?

Why would I make it up?

Where's your father now?

Dead.

Sir, I was thinking

about heading out.

Unless you need me to stay.

No.

That's all right.

You go ahead.

Have a good night, sir.

So he killed that woman

right there in front of you?

But not to his way of thinking.

You see, to him he hadn't killed

a woman, he'd destroyed a demon.

He believed that when

he laid his hands on her,

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