Horror House on Highway Five Page #4

Look at him!

He don't do nothing,

he don't say nothing.

- You better be careful.

He's a big mother.

- What the hell?

Oh, just, just wait

a minute, friend.

Don't get riled, you know?

Just have a little fun.

Whoa, whoa, wait, wait!

Whoa, whoa! No, hey, man!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh, sh*t! Oh!

Oh, Oh!Ah!

Ah!

(rock and roll music)

(slow funny music)

(fast-paced tense music)

(tires screeching)

(thumping)

- What's wrong with you?

You just ran that guy over!

You must have a low IQ!

You can't be dead.

Oh, Jesus.

(tense music)

You can't be alive.

(tense music)

(expectant music)

- You know, I was

at the library today

reading about Bartholomew.

You know what they say?

They say that back in the '60s

when the government

got through with him

that he flipped out, he

became this LSD guru,

he started saying all

kinds of crazy things,

he got into black magic.

And then all the people

he was hanging outwith

started disappearing,

and then he disappeared.

People thought he was

dead but no one knew.

- You think that pot is

helping you to think straight?

- Sh*t.

You're right,

this stuff is

making me paranoid.

Louise,

we got some chemicals,

you think we could make a bomb

or something with the rocket?

- I guess we could.

Would that make you

feel any better?

- It certainly would.

There.

Anybody tries to

f*** with us now

they'll get blown sky high.

- Well, it'll scare them anyhow.

- What, it won't kill 'em?

- Well, maybe if they are standing

right on top of the explosives.

Yeah, this will

make you feel safe.

Okay, you pull in the

back of this, ignite it

and then you let it go.

And this functions as a

rocket launcher, okay?

Very careful, don't get it wet.

- Alright, ready

for anything now.

(rock and roll music)

- Gary, look.

More bugs.

I figured out where

they're coming from.

They're coming out of my head.

The brain parasites.

Maggots are infesting my mind!

- Does it hurt?

- Look in my ear.

You see these little f***ers?

- Hmmm.

Nothing there either.

- How about my mouth?

UP top maybe?

- Nah.

- Or in my nose?

- Nothing!

- Gary, the f***ing bugs

are eating my brain.

That means I'm

gonna be dead soon.

Bartholomew was here.

His presence is all around.

Now,

let me loose on the girl!

- Where is Bartholomew?

- You'll see him when

the time is right.

Gary!

- With that maggots on

ohe brain stuff, huh?

You ever hear such a thing?

- No, I never did.

- Me neither!

I think you're getting

a little screwy,

but that might be more from

the hammer on the brain

than those bugs.

- The hour is at hand,

everything is ready,

and I have to deal with

impatient mind maggots

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