Odd Thomas Page #4

so rigid in the ice-cream business.

Well, now you know.

This is bad for business.

Why? No one can see em but me.

Well, how could a bunch

of slithering, evil spirits...

and guy who look like

fungus be good for business?

Fungus Man scares me.

Can't you forget him?

I have a gift.

It wouldn't have been given to me

if I wasn't supposed to use it.

- Maybe it's not a gift.

- It's a gift.

I still got the box it came in.

Here. Take my keys.

And please show up

for dinner alive...

because, remember,

I can't see the dead.

If someone is going

to cause extreme violence...

especially on a massive scale,

which this is starting to look like...

bodachs will not leave him untiI the

last ounce of blood has been spilled.

But they lost interest

in Fungus Man.

Winstons, Camels, and Marlboros.

Fungus Man has friends.

Oh, now would be

a good time to run.

Bodachs.

- Hey.

- Loop me in, odd one.

I think I just achieved a personaI

best in the "jump and gasp" event.

Don't be such a scaredy-cat.

I found a gateway to hell.

I'm walking back to it right now.

Most people would have

the good sense to run away from it.

- Well, I'm not like most people.

- Not in the least.

It's gone now.

Or hidden.

So, is Fungus Bob a man or

something new in the neighborhood?

I don't know.

This place looks like

some kind of shrine.

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Shrine of guys that like to

make belts out of women's nipples.

What?

Who is this guy?

His real name is Robert Robertson.

Well, hello Fungus Bob.

Did you check the refrigerator

for any severed heads?

No, I didn't open his refrigerator.

Where else would you expect

to find severed heads?

I wasn't looking for any.

Stormy, Stormy, someone's here.

I got to go.

We don't know

what this guy's planning to do yet.

You know what? Let me ask him

to wait outside untiI I'm finished.

I can feel that.

Wait a minute.

What's today's date?

August 14th.

The page to August 15th

is torn out of his calendar.

That's tomorrow.

What happens tomorrow?

- Hold on. Hold on.

- Get out of there, Oddie.

Maybe he has a file on himself,

you know?

Unsolved murders and atrocities.

Chief and I could figure

out a way to entrap him.

So, what's in it?

Is he a mass murderer?

No.

But I think he wants to be.

Hey, Bob!

Robert, where the hell are you?

I want my gun back!

Oh, sh*t. Damn dogs.

Shut up, you hear me?

Shut up you damn dogs!

One of these days, bang!

You hear me?

Wyatt is out back here burning

some perfectly good steaks.

Thanks, Karla.

Chief.

Odd, I hope you haven't come

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