RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE
late one night outside the Ministry of Corrections... pop
huff puff wheeez deifenbakers
deifenbakers
deifenbakers
deifenbakers
deifenbakers
deifenbakers
deifenbakers
hi
what can i get for you?...
...oh, good evening, officers.
well well well... look who’s here.
hello, jake. you lost or something?
Ah... Diefenbakers
yeah, you’re kind of a long way from home.
c’mon, we’ll give you a lift.
i
Know, I know.
jessica took the old mountain road to the lake house.
the old house had always given her the creeps
even as a child... hearing and seeing things in the dark.
her grandmother had always told her she was going to scare herself to death.. coming here had filled her with impending doom.
now all the more.
the house was hers now.
bequeathed to her upon the death of her legal guardian.
this would be a short trip.
ONE LAST excursion.
recover a few belongings...
her lawyer would handle everything else.
who is that??
and never return.
who’s there?
Jessica’s childhood fears came back to haunt her.
She felt surrounded by them... there better not be anyone in here. you’ll be in big trouble...
Her fear of the dark.
Her fear of heights.
Her fear of the unknown.
who’s there?
who’s there? who’s there?
OK, fine.
have it your way...
this is my house now.
you can’t scare me...
the old staircase still as creaky as ever
the old bannister still not fixxed.
you have no right to be in here.
Her Fear of heights... Her childhood fears clawed at her...
Her Fear of the dark...
Her Fear of the unknown...
you’re making me mad...
As Jessica pressed on, the old house whispered to her.
i can hear you.
an undiagnosed, untreated generalized anxiety disorder still controlling her.
i can hear you.
i can hear you.
where are you?
where are you?
where are you?
the old house had always given her the creeps
where are you?
She was always hearing and seeing things in the dark.
palpitations
Hypertension
panic attack!
ONE LAST excursion. and never return.
her grandmother always told her she was going to scare herself to death.
CHAPTER THREE
Dost thou promise, in accordance with the command of Christ, to love the Lord thy God what a lovely day for a christening.
dost thou renounce satan?...
i do renounce him.
and all his works?... i do renounce them.
and all his tempttions?...
i do renounce them.
and thy neighbour as thyself?
i do promise
anyway, my name is mephistopheles. You can call me mephisto. young people are going to stop going to church eventually quote me. and i’m literally a demon from hell.
oh, get on with it...
damn, these rituals can be so tedious.
i have been assigned by the dark lord himself to collect the soul of one mathew charles talbot, recently baptized. and soon to be a full time resident of the north strand area of dublin.
Dublin is currently having a few difficulties.
let me explain
legislating that the whole of Ireland be governed from Westminster.
In 1801 the British Government passed the 'Act of Union’
Dublin’s North Strand in the 1800s; Dirty and Dreadful...
The Irish Parliament was dissolved.
This included Members of Parliament, their entire staffs and countless employees of supporting industries
Thousands of Ascendancy Class’ Dubliners (mostly Protestant Britons) departed for England.
Their luxury Georgian townhouses were sold for deeply discounted prices.
Well-to-do middle class Dubliners snapped them up on speculation or as places for their families to live.
In the aftermath of the Potato Famine some 50,000 displaced peasant farmers and their families migrated into the city, further devaluing the Georgian properties.
The Result of Decades of Mismanagement and Neglect.
The situation created yet another buyers market.
This time the new owers subdivided these once grand homes into tiny tennant flats.
They were barely affordable to low income families who often lived with as many as ten persons to a room.
By September the Talbots have moved to a larger home. Mephisto arrives in the north strand. eat up, john. so you’ll grow up big and strong like your father.
life is hard in the north strand.
ahh, the talbot residence.. the new home of horror LET THE GAMES BEGIN...
poverty, crime, addiction, urban decay...
a 'target rich’ environment in my line of work
and the neighbourhood of aldborough court.
oh my goodness, matthew.
you’re such a big boy now.
It was Saturday Night. something BOLD! Tonight we’re doing something big.
The night is young!
McCoy was still full of himself. And he and chess were still on the prowl something historic!
“C’mon, Chess... Time to paint the town!”
I think We need a bigger canvas. Something everyone will see...
Like the side of a stadium...
or up in the sky!! or on the surface of the moon!!
Maxfield and chess were suddenly stopped in their tracks...
Another one??
...and Jolted back to reality.
It was Time to get back to safety.
There’s no place like home.
