Wait Till Helen Comes Page #4

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two kinds of people

in this world,

one kind who would

walk into a place

and see it for what it is,

that used to be me,

and the other who

would sense something

that the first group

was unaware of.

Sometimes they would

sense something joyful.

Most times, they would

sense something painful,

like a deep sadness,

like Helen's spirit.

Rose used to call

it the unresolved.

It was if an old

energy from the place

would connect with

something within her

and would draw her in.

I used to think she was

crazy, talking to ghosts,

helping people with

that gift of hers.

She sure meant well.

What happened to her?

Sometimes it can turn

into such silly games,

forbidden games.

I think there's a

reason why I see her,

like I'm supposed

to do something.

Then be very careful.

I don't want you

to end up missing.

This miniature orchestra

consists of two symbols...

Michael!

Michael, come on,

come on, hurry up!

It says, "Leave us alone," look.

It's not there.

There was something

written in the mirror!

There's nothing there.

No, I'm not making this up!

It said, "Leave us alone,"

right in the mirror!

Michael!

This is

getting ridiculous, Molly.

Heather!

Where do you think you're going?

Let's go back to bed.

You

might have a point.

Even if there is some

invisible terror...

Helen!

Helen, are you out here?

Right here.

Helen.

Dad?

Have you considered that

this might all be in your head?

What's that supposed to mean?

Illusions, nightmares, they

wouldn't be what they were

if they didn't seem real.

Sometimes our mind

plays tricks on us.

We see what we want to see.

Maybe you're obsessed with death

because dad killed himself.

He was sick.

You're not.

You were too young.

That's why you don't care.

I never said I didn't care.

I just won't allow him to

poison the rest of my life.

Whoa.

That's

where I saw the ghost.

I'll be right back.

Hey wait!

Don't go in there!

I just wanted you to see it!

I'm staying right here.

You should come back.

Wow.

Michael Summers, Fall, 1982.

Exploring some mysterious ruins,

and crossing the threshold.

Looks like some teenagers

from Hallowell came down here.

Maybe bums.

But alas, no ghost.

What are you doing?

I thought

I heard something.

What do you

mean you heard something?

Heard what?

Wait!

Michael!

Be careful!

What is this?

Please

get out of there!

Michael!

What is it?

Look at the initials,

the same as on the

stone in the graveyard.

Helen.

This is where she lived.

Heather said her name was Helen.

Here, H.E.H.

H doesn't mean

her name was Helen.

They're all underwater?

Oh really?

No sound, just music.

I like your dress.

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