Tales From The Crypt Page #3

Give me the message.

D- D-

Wait.

Danger. Danger?

Who to? Who to?

Is it one of the children?

Who to?

Just think it over, Councillor Ramsey.

Grimsdyke's due

to retire in two years.

He's done his job well.

There's no reason why the town council-

He's too old.

Don't you think a younger man-

He'd lose his retirement pay.

And save the town some money.

Poor old Grimsdyke.

I do believe he's out of a job.

Hmm.

Flowers are a little wilted,

aren't they, my dear?

God bless you.

Plenty more in the garden.

I'll get you some tomorrow.

[Dog Barking]

Oh!

- [Chuckling]

- [Barking]

Jamie! Jamie!

My littleJamie.

Oh, I wondered

where you were.

Oh, I'm so glad they didn't get you.

Welcome home. Oh.

Better save money now, hadn't we?

Hey, look. Helen, look who's come back.

Our littleJamie.

Ah, that's wonderful. You're our only

friend now. You and the children.

We thought it might be neighborly

to let you know what was going on.

It's very kind of you to draw

our attention to this, Mr. Elliot.

It's so difficult to know what one's children

get up to when they're out of one's sight.

After all, last year I remember-

You can tell from looking at his house

what a filthy old man he is.

Constantly filling it with children.

Heaven knows what

his motivations are.

Now don't forget what I said.

Just stay away from him.

But, Mummy,

he's such a nice old man.

Don't argue with me.

You're not to see him again ever.

Why don't you go and play

in our garden?

And don't take

any more sweets from him.

Carrying rubbish all day.

His house must be filthy.

You and your Mr. Grimsdyke. Now, remember,

I don't want you to go anywhere near him.

- Oh, Mum-

- And that's final.

I don't understand it.

Everyone was so kind.

[Sniffles]

Now this. No work.

No children.

No one to make toys for.

Well, never mind.

We've always got each other,

haven't we, my dear?

Mmm. That's all that matters.

Just one more turn

of the screw...

and he'll sell his property

for next to nothing.

What's on your mind?

Valentine's Day.

- It's just two weeks away.

- So?

We'll send him valentines...

from everyone in town.

- Oh.

- Lots of mail for you today, Mr. Grimsdyke.

Good morning.

Thank you very much.

Well, how very kind.

My dear, look.

It's not even Christmas, is it?

Not that it makes any difference

if it is or not.

Who could be writing to us?

Let's see here.

Oh! It's a valentine card.

But you're my only sweetheart.

Who can this be?

"Noisy are children,

loud is a bell...

pungent is perfume,

but you only smell."

Hmm?

"Noisy are children, loud is a bell...

pungent is perfume,

but you only smell."

Why, I don't think I like that.

Let's see what we have here.

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