The Offspring Page #3

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He died on Christmas Day, Stanley.

Of course you were only

four or five at the time,

but you should remember that.

You know,

perhaps a Christmas tree

draped in black.

- on!

Oh, no, no,

Stanley!

Why, why, why?

Your hair is so long

Your skin is so white.

Eileen? Eileen?

Eileen? Eileen?

Oh.

Ugh.

What...

Ah. Oh.

Oh.

What?

Don't you f*** around with me, boy.

I'll get you.

' - Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Daddy.

- Daddy.

- Uh, oh, no.

What...?

What?

Daddy.

Daddy.

Hah, Christ.

My lord.

Christ.

Christ.

Well?

Fascinating.

A little far-fetched.

Far-fetched or far-reaching?

I'm too old for nightmares.

One thing I've learned, my dear,

is that one is never too old

for nightmares.

Did you know that there were

two bodies buried

right underneath these floors, hmm?

The librarian before me

used to bring young ladies here

to the old part of the building

for romantic interludes.

One evening a husband

discovered them

and dealt with their indiscretion

with an ax.

He deposed of their bodies

right under there.

At night I swear that you can...

sometimes hear the lovers scream.

That's a good story.

That still doesn't tell me anything

about your niece.

It tells you about this place,

the atmosphere,

the evil that hangs in the air.

It twists people

just like you read in that journal.

That's nothing.

Those are bad dreams,

the ravings of a madman.

You don't see, do you?

It's Oldfield does this to people.

If you had a lifetime to live,

you could...

you could read the whole history

here for yourself.

Look.

Here's a case.

It happened over 30 years ago.

Huh, look.

If ever a man

was consumed by greed...

Hm.

- Goon.

- Hm?

What you were saying.

Jesse.

Jesse Hardwick.

Finally, some news from Tinseltown.

Let's all congratulate Lucille Ball.

Last night the redhead presented Desi

with a bouncing baby boy

while Mr. And Mrs. America watched her

do the same thing on the tube.

How's that for timing, folks?

Hey, it's 10:
45 am and 85 hot,

hot Tennessee degrees

here in Oldfield's own rockin' WHID.

So let's cool down to the hot sound

of rock and roll...

Clinton and the Thunderbirds.

What the goddamn hell

do you want?

I'm leaving you, Jesse.

I'm tired of hidin' out

in the boondocks,

Good. Good-bye. Leave.

By the way,

I think you picked the wrong people

to rip off this time.

What are you talkin' about?

Wait a minute.

You tellin' me you sold me out

to those McCoy brothers?

You goddamn b*tch.

They'll be here any minute.

Nobody double-crosses

Jesse Hardwick,

you-you... you slut!

I think you got a few other problems

to worry about besides me.

Shoulda figured you'd try

to pull something like this.

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