Minutes Past Midnight Page #3

Just as His Father had

done before him'

An ancient parchment

I understood it to be a

contract of obligations

Dark obligations, scrawled in some

arcane script.

Which had bound our ancestors to

Calder's End for generations.

And had finally driven them

all to madness.

'Time renders memories into little

more than half-remembered dreams.

But I will never forget the mill

[board creaking]

I'm not alone in this wretched place

WHISPERING VOICE: I call upon the spirits

of shadow and sorrow.

WHISPERING VOICE: Here my plea.

WHISPERING VOICE: Bind this one's

soul to these lands.

I know those eyes. My father

FATHER!

God knows where these tunnels lead.

How could one person have done

all of this on their own?

It's as if I've breached the

Gates of Hell.

What sort of madness is this?

Local villagers...

Poor souls.

They too must have been

lured by the Siren's call.

Whatever lurks in these catacombs?

I feel you... yet still I hear you.

FATHER!

WHISPERING VOICE: Yesss...

WHISPERING VOICE: Yesss...

WHISPERING VOICE: Take your reward.

WHISPERING VOICE: I am here.

Set me free, my love,

Nothing nothing

I was promised riches.

Your father has served me well

As will you AND YOUR SON!

FATHER!

[neck snapping]

NO!

Run you fool!

There is no escape.

I summon the Great Beast!

[GROWLING]

You are mine, Grimshaw!

Like your father, and your son will be!

Why do you resist?

We are bound to this

place, you and I!

[screams of pain]

But can one ever truly defeat evil?

Or, is evil something that merely

lay dormant for a time?

Waiting to be rekindled, and burn anew

Hello world, my name is Sammy Jenkins.

When I dripped out of my mama's cooter,

the OBGYN didn't slap me,

because the world slapped first.

She died giving birth, and it

was all downhill from there.

My life was a joke,

my job was a joke,

my bank account was a joke,

but all that was about to change.

And there wasn't a soul on this earth

who could've prepared

themselves for the retribution.

Jenkins... Munroe.

I'm guessing this is the reason

we missed breakfast.

Another dead hooker, face torn

to sh*t just like the others.

Christ it's like peeling apart a

grilled cheese sandwich'

Yeah and she smells like hot garbage.

I can't tell if it's her filthy snatch

or the fact that she's been baking

in this oven for the past three days,

Out partying last night Munroe?

F*** you.

So we have a serial killer

on our hands here boss?

Either that or a skull f***ing maniac

with flesh eating semen.

Let's go scope out the bathroom.

Oh Jesus Christ.

F***ing filthy in here.

Mother f***er, look what I found

Hemorrhoid cream, I'll be damned.

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