Ghost Story Page #3

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I DON'T SUPPOSE

THERE'S ANY MAN ALIVE...

WHO EVER GOT IN:

THE LAST WORD WITH YOU.

I SHOULD HOPE:

TO HELL NOT !

MR. HAWTHORNE.

MEET ME AT THE VILLAGE

PUMP IN HALF AN HOUR.

IT'S JUST LIKE MR. HAWTHORNE

SAID, WALT. BATE IS CRAZY.

"EXTREMELY UNSTABLE,"

IT SAYS HERE.

HE AND THE BOY ESCAPED

FROM A STATE MENTAL HOSPITAL

ABOUT A MONTH AGO.

AND, WALT...

HE WAS A MEMBER OF SOME KIND

OF OCCULT ORDER...

BACK IN CALIFORNIA.

GEEZ, WHAT A PAIR !

MM, WALT !

WHAT ABOUT THIS OCCUL BUSINESS ?

YOU THINK THERE'S

ANYTHING TO IT ?

I AIN'T NO FREUD.

DAMN FUNNY WORLD.

GETTIN' TO BE

A DAMN FUNNY WORLD.

STRANGEST THINGS

POP INTO MY HEAD.

I WAS JUST THINKING

THAT SIDEWALKS:

HAVE CHANGED THE WORLD.

-ONE OF MY EARLIES RECOLLECTIONS IS--

- MR. HAWTHORNE ?

CALL ME RICKY. EVERYBODY DOES.

GETTING BACK TO SIDEWALKS,

YOUR FATHER AND I

USED TO--

MR. HAWTHORNE.

YOU DIDN'T ASK ME HERE

TO TALK ABOUT SIDEWALKS,

DID YOU ?

NO. NO.

SEARS WOULD BRAIN ME

FOR SAYING THIS,

BUT I THINK:

WE'RE IN DANGER.

ALL OF US:
MILBURN,

THE CHOWDER SOCIETY.

ESPECIALLY:

THE CHOWDER SOCIETY.

WHO IS THIS ?

I'M NEVER GONNA FIND NOTHIN'.

ONLY A PAIR OF LOONIES.

COCKAMAMIE !

SOMEONE'S IDEA OF A JOKE.

THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD,

I SHALL NOT WANT.

HE MAKETH ME TO LIE DOWN

IN GREEN PASTURES.

HE RESTORETH--

HOW DID YOU:

GET IN HERE ?

SUCH A TRAGEDY.

I'M SO VERY SORRY.

WHAT KIND OF WELCOME

IS THAT, DON ?

SOMEONE'S DIED HERE.

WHAT DO YOU WANT ?

HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME ?

TO LOOK.

TO TOUCH.

WHO ARE YOU ?

MY NAME IS GREGORY BATE,

ALTHOUGH I'VE BEEN KNOWN

BY OTHER NAMES IN OTHER PLACES.

GET OUT !

ARE YOU AFRAID, DON ?

WILL YOU BE AFRAID WHEN

YOU WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY

OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH ?

YOU'RE CRAZY.

GREAT TREATS ARE IN STORE

FOR YOU AND YOUR OLD FRIENDS.

IMAGINE.

JUST IMAGINE.

- GET THE HELL OUT !

- WE'RE FULL OF SURPRISES,

AREN'T WE, FENNY ?

GOOD BOY.

WE DO HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL

FOR DON, DON'T WE ?

IT'S A LITTLE PRESEN FROM OUR BENEFACTOR.

WHERE DID YOU GET THAT ?

EVERY WINTER.

ICE. THE POWER LINES.

YOU SHOULD:

SEE YOURSELVES.

YOU LOOK LIKE:

THREE OWLS.

LEAVE THE CANDLES, MILLY.

YOU'RE GIVING

EACH OTHER THE WILLIES

WITH THESE MEETINGS.

- HE'S FOUND A PICTURE OF HER.

- WHO ?

- DON.

- BUT THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE.

I THOUGHT WE--

I'M AFRAID EDWARD KEPT ONE.

- WHAT HAVE YOU TOLD HIM ?

- NOTHING.

I WANTED TO.

I LIKE THE BOY.

- THE CIRCLE

HAS HELD THIS LONG.

- MAYBE HE CAN HELP US.

- CHANGE IS CHANGE

FOR THE WORSE !

- SPOKEN LIKE A TRUE LAWYER.

HUH !

WE CAN FEEL THINGS

WATCHING US:

AND FOLLOWING US,

AND WE DISMISS THEM

AS FANTASIES.

WE HAVE NIGHTMARES

AND TRY TO FORGET THEM.

NOW THAT EDWARD'S GONE,

I FEAR--

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