Issue 22, Page 9
Transcript
1: The father is leaning out his doorway as he hears crying. The hallway is lit dimly by light from an unseen moon.
Girl: Hff… ngg… Snff!
Dad: Pumpkin…?
2: He slowly approaches the door.
Girl: I can’t get in… Snff!
I can’t get close enough.
3: He presses on the door and slides it open.
Dad: Is your mom in there?
Girl: There’s too much stuff in the way…
4: A dimly lit hand of dark fur is seen gripping dark flesh, pulling it across exposed, bloody muscle.
5: The deer recoils, covering his mouth.
That looks to be muscle fiber.
Just what the hell did she come in contact with?
Oh dear, sweet Hell…
Maybe he’s still dreaming.
Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
He’s… he’s probably just having another nightmare. Ye… yeah, that’s got to be it.
Huh.
Well, I had a momentary gag reflex from the horror. And then a line from Pet Sematary popped into my head.
I’ve got a present for you mommy.