The Bye Bye Man Page #5

was empty when we were here.

You went away, Elliot.

I kind of went away too.

- What?

- I sat down to study.

I don't remember

doing any of that.

It's like now that

I know his name,

he's coming for me.

And the more I try to get rid

of it, the bigger it gets.

It's horrible.

Hey, babe.

Bye bye man's not real.

It's just something

that's in our heads.

That's real.

Ideas are real.

If it's not...

Then, Elliot, we're all losing

our minds at the same time.

And what are the chances

of that?

What the hell is that?

What is it?

What?

Elliot, there's nothing here.

So, you're not

gonna be late, right?

No, I'll meet you at 2:00

sharp, right where we parked.

I'm gonna find out

how real this thing is.

The name.

You're gonna talk to the

landlord about the furniture?

And the house.

Maybe he can find

somewhere else.

You're feeling better though?

I guess. It's hard to be scared

in the middle of the day.

I'm gonna take care of you.

Oh, my god.

Ugh.

You're shivering.

I'm gonna figure this out.

I promise.

I'll see you at 2:00.

I love you.

I love you.

"Register archive.

Dead file 69. Redmon."

Here, put these on.

Really?

Yeah.

They're originals, and we

don't want your sweaty palms

messing up the documents

in the box.

Now, the dead file

has dead articles...

Material that got killed

before going to press

but still saved for posterity.

And it was written by Redmon.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Dennis!

Mr. Daizy?

Yes. How are you doing?

Not so great actually.

Uh, me and my friends are renting

your place out in sun prairie.

37 oak Dale?

Oh, yeah, the two handsome guys.

Are you with them?

You have a weird house,

Mr. Daizy.

Really. It...

I-It's awful.

Well, I'm sorry that you feel that

way, but they did sign a lease.

Bless you.

Sorry.

You okay?

It's really cold in here.

It's a hothouse. It's actually

not cold at all, honey.

Maybe you should be home in bed.

Look, Mr. Daizy.

There was a old nightstand

in the basement,

and it has

this writing inside it.

Where did it come from?

A nightstand?

Let's begin by considering

this wall behind me.

Now, we can all agree

that the sentence...

I'm sorry.

Yeah, have a seat.

Now, we can all agree

that this sentence,

"this is a wall,"

is a truth claim.

This wall is real.

I see it, you see it.

We can touch it.

Likewise, if I were to brush

a few atoms from this wall,

it would still be here

before us.

It would still be

"the wall."

But what if I continue

to slowly brush the atoms

one by one away from this wall?

At first you'd say,

"it's still a wall."

I brush a few more.

"Well, it's still a wall."

But...

What if I remove

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