Paralyzed - Chapter 9: Doll Face - Part 3/3

Episode Date: May 16, 2018

No one knows what to do. The storm has died down, but escape seems impossible. David and Julia move to the kitchen and bond while Roland continues her research of Sefton Trust. When it begins to rain again the group hears a familiar sound coming from upstairs. Reluctantly, they decide to investigate and find a horror approaching outside.Don't forget to rate and review!!Music:"Maybe We'll Laugh," "P@!N" by Elderich T'Challa @ reverbnation.com/nemesisblack"Wounded" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/"Change Before the Moon," "The Beach" by Dylan Mixer @ dmixmusic.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Seven Lamb presents Paralyzed Paralyzed. Thank you. The clock on the wall read 9.30. We had tried the TV a few hours ago, but all that came through was static. No one had slept last night. Who could blame them?

Julia and I sat by the blocked fireplace. The rain has stopped. David, did those creatures only come out when it rains? No. Then who the fuck cares if the rain stopped? You don't have to be an asshole. It soothes me. Well, you guys shut up. I'm thinking.

I can hear the gears grinding. All the roads are going to be flooded for a while. No shit. Also, take a look out. side's so pretty cloudy. Could rain any minute. Forget the rain. I'm trying to figure out a way to get us out of this damn bowl. Deerfield River is overflowing. It's going to be impossible to go north. I tried south. No good there either. We're stuck here until the storm passes.

Water has to die down. We could check the weather. No way, we can't because we're stuck in the goddamn twilight zone. Static on every fucking channel. There still may be a way if we stick to the farmland. Why don't you take a little stroll, come back and tell us how it is? We stick to the gravel roads. The gravel roads are flooded south of here. I'm telling you, Steve, I saw it. Those two saps from the diner, their truck was caught in it.

Now they're dead. You don't know that. I'm no Sherlock fucking homes, but the truck was half submerged, stalled, and they were nowhere to be seen. Probably hacked into a hundred little fucking pieces. I'm going to get a drink. Julia got up and made her way to the kitchen. Didn't mean to scare you, honey. I still think we could stick to the gravel roads.

With what car? I'm definitely not walking out there. She shot him, Steve. What? The cop shot the dude with the axe. He stood still. Hacked down into bits. Not to mention those creatures are fast. I'm not Carl fucking Lewis. You saw that one grab Beth. Shut up. leave in this house until that storm passes, and we have a ride. We're not safe here. Safer than out there.

I got up and headed for the kitchen. What about you? I stopped. What about me? What do you think we should do? Just because I've been through this before doesn't mean I have answers. The guy who lives to tell the tale has to have some insight. I think for now we're safe, as safe as we can be.

As for what to do, I have no idea. I went into the kitchen to see Juliet pouring tea from a pitcher. You want some? No, thank you. It's good. Mom ate it. I'm okay. Didn't mean to leave you in there. with those two. Just couldn't handle Charlie's saying, you know.

I understand. I heard you say we're safe. Do you believe that? For the most part. But for how long? That's the thing. I don't know. You were stuck at that campground for a week? About. And you got out?

Yeah. So if we just wait for the storm to pass... It still won't be easy. but we have food and water, we have weapons, we have a secure place, we don't have to worry about flooding. We just wait. Right. What if those creatures show up? Those creatures can be hurt. They can be killed. They know that. That's why we're safe in here.

And that guy, trust? Julia, we're safe in here. Around noon, I went into the dining room to check on Roland, who continued to sift through Trust's police report. She was rubbing her head as I entered. You okay? Got a pretty bad headache. Maybe because of that I motioned to the two half-empty bottles of liquor on the table

That's the only thing helping me through this Maybe you should take a break Not now I can't I have some very interesting things to share with you About trust Yeah the file Joel gave me I finished going through it

Come take a look at this I walked over to the table and leaned over rolling. She reeked of booze and sweat. There's a statement in here from Haley Anderson. Haley's 12. She was one of Victoria's closest friends. Victoria? Sefton's daughter. Oh. Apparently, a few months before the murder, Victoria tells her friend Haley that her dad was acting weird. He was working on a new book and, get this, he was walking around the house wearing a doll mask and carrying an axe.

Her words Nothing ever happened And he told Victoria That he did it to get into character The character of a serial killer Exactly Pretty messed up when you think about what happened A few months later

The Wiki page I'm getting to that It says that he was working on a sequel To Dollface, his most popular work So the fact that he was walking around in costume doesn't mean anything was premeditated And he never finished the book No

They found half a manuscript which tells me that he was just getting into character. It's totally reasonable. Is there anything else? Well, Haley says that Victoria stopped mentioning the weird acting sessions about a month before the murder. Victoria never brought it up again. So he stopped doing it? It would reason.

The last time stamp on his word doc was roughly a month before the murder as well. He stopped writing. Jesus. It has to be when he started losing it. His mind. I know what you meant He stopped writing But is there any correlation to Patricia Sanders

In what aspect? Every aspect There are similarities I told you that But the murders carried out by Sanders and trust were still different It wasn't a beat-by-beat replay Do you think they experienced this? What?

This, what we're going through A living nightmare? Yeah I don't know, and there's really no way to find out. What if him losing it was him in a place like this? In hell, as he so eloquently put it. Yeah. It's possible.

I walked around the table. Just think. If he were able to finish that book, it probably would have been a bestseller. Several of his books probably would have become bestsellers if news broke about the murders. Looks like there was some police misconduct when it came to releasing information. What do you mean? It looks like the Leyden Falls Police Department was trying to bury this. Why?

Small town. Probably didn't want the publicity. Negative publicity. Right. Well, how do you think they're going to handle everything that's happening here? All this. I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about us. Rolling grabbed a bottle and took a swig. Are you okay?

I'm fine for now. But you were right, David. Out there, that's Sefton Trust. Justice Sanders is walking around in the woods. So is trust. She took another swig. I turned my attention to Julia, who was standing in the doorway. Sorry to interrupt, but I think I should tell her.

you that Charlie and Steve have been talking. About? About you two. What about us? I don't know. I couldn't make it out. But if I were you two, I would be careful. They may try something. I wouldn't put it past them.

David, if you get tired, you let me know. And I'll do the same. One of us should always be awake. They may go for our guns. Great. So now our worries extended from Sefton trust and creatures to people in the house. I'm not going to be sleeping anytime soon.

Well, just watch your back. You too, Julia, just in case. Julia and I nodded. Now, anyone care to join me? We're going to be able to be. Julie and I sat on the kitchen counter eating chips and crackers with cheese. It was now almost eight. It was raining again. Is she going to be okay? Roland? Why do you ask? She's on her third bottle.

I leaned over to peer into the dining room. Roland had popped another pill. I don't know what's going on with her. Well, she's not the only one drinking. Julia motioned to the living room where Steve and Charlie had been the whole day, discussing plans of action and drinking themselves into a stupor. It was now night again, and nothing was resolved. I don't think Roland would ever find something in one of those files or one of those books that would be useful in getting us out of this predicament. And I didn't think Steve and Charlie would devise a good enough plan to free us either. My heart sank as I thought about the hopelessness of being in this farmhouse while creatures stalked in your forest.

You know, I've never drank. Alcohol? Nope, not once. That's surprising. Is it rude to ask how old you are? Yes, but I'll answer anyway. I'm 28. And you never had a drink?

Alcohol has never touched my lips. Not even champagne on New Year's? Nope. Can I ask, Why? Yeah, it never appealed to me. Don't take this the wrong way, but I always saw it as a weakness. Does it have to do with your parents? Because they have quite the liquor cabinet. But they're not heavy drinkers. Never were. They have all that booze because they like entertaining guests. But they do drink? They do. But because I always saw it as a weakness, I didn't.

It wasn't because of my parents. They didn't drink because they were weak. And I'm not saying everyone does, but I've had friends and some families that have used to as a crutch, you know? I know what you mean. I take it you drink. Not as often as I should. I read somewhere that one and twelve adults suffer from alcohol abuse. Roland, maybe one of them. I understand it helps people get through rough situations.

Like this one. Exactly. Why wouldn't she drink? Why wouldn't Charlie and Steve drink? Look where we are. people have their vices people have their coping mechanisms i know that that's why charlie makes jokes i know he's scared like the rest of us of course everyone has something what about you me i don't know if i necessarily have a vice but you don't have a weakness i think i'm too nice i've been taken advantage of a lot

at work and my social life i let people walk all over me and never say anything I'm not confrontational. I don't stand up for myself. I think that's my weakness. But how do you cope with this? I just don't think about it. I block it from my mind. I remain hopeful that this will end soon

and I'll see my parents in a few days. Optimism can be misleading. It's not optimism. It's hope. Hope can be even more misleading. It's still something to hold on to. I wish I had that mentality. How do you cope? I pulled up my sleeves and showed my bandaged wrist.

I don't We sat in awkward silence a few moments When Charlie came stumbling in Hey, hey You guys hear that? Hear what? It's come from upstairs What is?

That noise I don't hear anything Come here, come here Julia shot me a concerned look. We hopped off the counter and made our way into the living room. You guys don't hear that? No. Shh.

Listen. Listen. They both reeked of booze. Julia and I stood at the bottom of the staircase and listened. We're going to be able to be. I don't know. I don't know. Oh...

Oh, shit. Is that the same music from the diner? It's a music box. Well, where's it coming from? Maybe my parents' room? They have a music box? They have a radio alarm clock. Last time it was coming out of the radio, right?

It's getting louder. Steve started walking upstairs. Hey, what are you doing? I want to see where it's coming from. We're not supposed to go upstairs. Stop me. He kept going. Oh, man, what creepy, sinister shit is going on now.

Julia, can you get Roland? Wait, don't go up there. I pulled the gun from my waistband. I never gave it back to Roland from the last time I was upstairs. I quickly followed Steve. David! Get Roland. I jogged up to Steve.

Hey, be careful. I'm being careful. Steve held up his baseball bat, ready to strike. It's coming from the last room. That's her parents' room. We headed down the hallway slowly. We reached the last door, and Steve pushed his way in. There was no one inside, but Julie was right.

The music was coming from the alarm clock. Jesus, that's loud. Steve tried turning it off, but it wouldn't stop. I'm hitting the off switch. Nothing. Forget it, let's go back downstairs. Why does it do that? I don't know.

Fuck this. Steve ripped the chord from the socket. The red glowing numbers telling the time disappeared, but the music still played. What the hell? That's when I noticed something outside. I went over to the... window and peered out into darkness. Holy shit.

What? Look. Outside was Trust, in his doll mask, carrying his axe. He headed for the barn. It was just now that I noticed the music had stopped. What's he doing? I know what he's doing. What?

Trust went around the side of the barn, out of sight. Tell me, what? What's he doing? Then a moment later, the lights went out, and we were shrouded in darkness. He cut the power. Son of a bitch. It was hard to see anything. Steve and I just stood by the window, still peering out.

I don't know how much time passed, but I couldn't move. I kept staring out at the dark barn. Then I finally saw him, faintly, walking by the wheatfield, carrying his axe. He's coming this way. Steve was right. Sefton Trust was heading for the house. As he approached, his shiny white mask was fixated on us, the black eye hole staring at our window.

I knew he saw us, and now he was coming to get us. Paralyzed. Written and edited by Robert M. Lamb. Starring Robert M. Lamb as David. Amy Lurray as Roland. Kaelin Boyd as Julia. Jack Austin as Joel and Charlie. Ashley York as Esther.

Ashley Carsano as Beth. Brian Messick as Steve. And Brett Wilkins as Alan. Co-starring, Adam Jetmore, Ryan Wiggs, Ariel Zadok, and Ryan Grossstein. Music provided by Eldorish Chichala of Nemesis Black at Reverbnation.com slash Nemesis Black, Kevin McLeod of Incompetec.com, and Dylan Mixer at demixmusic.com. If you enjoy Paralyzed, don't forget to rate and review on iTunes. This has been a seven-lamb production.

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