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Man: "You wandered into the wrong house, old crone. Step away from MY PROPERTY." Granny: "Your 'property'? No... I don't think I shall."
Granny: "Oh, dear. That axe looks very sharp."
Granny: "Be careful..." Granny's speech baloon shifts from white to black: "You might HURT yourself."
Woman: "It wasn't always... like this.. you know. It was... sweet.. at... first." Granny: "It usually is."
Granny: "Your baby is safe. Our bargain is complete. Rest now, child. You've earned it." Woman, last of her life leaving her: "Will she.. be.. happy..?" 6: Granny leaves the house, holding the little glowing soul in one hand and her bag with the dead man's hair sticking out in the other. The transparent headless ghost of the dead husband follows her, holding the very real axe. Granny: "That's up to her." |