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"Memoirs of Sally Wilcox,

Volume 8... The Early Years."

Whether my associates, Watch and

Adam, would have survived

without my cool head and

leadership skills, I may never

know, but, clearly, these boys

look to me as their protector,

conscience, guide.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Sally, what's wrong, honey?

I'll tell you what's wrong...

Someone's been watching scary movies.

It was just a cough.

Mm-hmm.

I'm not afraid of anything, on or off TV.

This town has made me fear-immune.

I don't know why you keep saying that.

Springville is so peaceful, honey.

So is a corpse...

...or a graveyard.

O... Kay. Come on.

That's... that's enough, kiddo.

Let's go... bedtime.

Yeah.

Good night, sweetie.

Good night.

Good night, honey.

Dad!

Dad!

Sally?

What is it, honey?

In there! In there!

What is all this fuss about?

Nope, it's totally monster-free.

You know, Bill, I should just

call Mrs. Trombley for tomorrow night.

I'm sure she'd be happy to sit.

No, no. No.

I'm not a baby, okay?

I will not be sat.

Okay. Okay. We're cool.

We respect that.

But no scary movies tomorrow night.

Okay.

And you call us at your

aunt Joan's for any reason, okay?

Okay.

Now go to sleep.

Night, sweetie.

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Ugh. That looks appetizing.

It does grow on you.

Let's hope it doesn't grow in you.

It's gonna be pretty messy when

it claws its way out.

What's that supposed to mean?

Do I come over to your house and

make cracks about your mom's food?

Well, you should.

It's terrible.

Sorry.

I'm just a little on edge.

Didn't get much sleep last

night... any, really.

Hmm. Interesting.

Adam, observe the other restaurant patrons.

Out of the six occupied tables

in this restaurant, four of them

are showing signs of acute fatigue.

Nausea, yeah, sure, but fatigue?

You have a point.

I don't think I've ever seen

such a run-down, bleary-eyed...

Move it or lose it.

What are you looking at?

Sally, am I right to assume

that you didn't get much sleep last night?

The dark circles around your eyes are...

I will give you dark circles

around your eyes.

Sally Wilcox, chill out.

You know you got to check the

hostile vibes at the door when

you come into my place.

Sorry, Mr. Moonbeam.

Sally is just a little overtired.

A little tired, huh?

Well, maybe she is.

Maybe she isn't.

Let's take a look at your aura, spitfire.

Mm? Ahh.

Eee.

Uhh.

Hmm.

I just had a couple nightmares.

I don't even remember them.

Well, that's not what your

aura's telling me.

Have you had any frightening

experiences on the astral plane recently?

The only thing I'm afraid of

on a plane is snakes.

I'm just tired, okay?

Yeah.

Looks like a lot of people had

trouble sleeping last night.

Uncle, I'm sure she came here

to eat, not to hear some new age

junk about her being a meal for

the fear-eaters or whatever.

Fear-eaters.

Okay, everybody!

Go home!

Closing early tonight.

It's 11:30 A.M.

Hey, man, I don't live my

life handcuffed to a clock.

Know what I mean?

Now's the perfect time for you

and me to go on a little family trip.

Fear-eaters.

Since I was a little kid, every

so often, my uncle would freak

out about these imaginary

entities that haunt your dreams.

He thinks they're back.

Uh... Lock up after you leave.

You're on the honor system.

Oh, yeah.

Come on, Brandon.

Because the honor system

works so well for us.

Hurry up.

I want to go home.

I'm too tired to do research.

"Little is spoken of the

verominus, or fear-eaters, who

swarm like locusts from realm to

realm, bringers of nightmare,

devouring the terrors of the sleeping."

Oh, no.

Oh. Hey, Sally, it's your lucky day!

Your boyfriend's here!

Don't make eye contact.

No offense, Watch, but this

guy makes you seem... Virtually olympian?

I know. It's awesome.

That's Stanley Katzman, A.K.A.

"Scaredy."

"Scaredy" Katzman?

Bummer to have such a

nickname-friendly last name.

It's not 'cause of his name.

Observe.

Shh!

Hey, Stanley!

Ohh!

Come here!

Hi, dudes.

Enjoying the library?

Reading is a blast, huh?

Wow.

Sally, you look... radiant.

Sally didn't sleep too well

last night, Stanley.

How was your sleep?

Not a wink, actually, despite

the giant-sized warm glass of

milk my mom made me drink before bed.

Thanks for asking.

Well... see you around.

Bye, Sally.

Well, I can see why the

fear-eaters would go after him.

He's an all-you-can-eat buffet.

But why Sally?

That's the point.

"Though the verominus feast on

all fear, it is the deeply

hidden fear of the brave they most relish.

On this they may feed for a season."

I don't have any hidden fears.

I'm not afraid of anything.

Oh, I wouldn't drink that!

Ohh! Ohh.

That's powdered calcium.

It adds bone density, which is good.

You want bone density.

Mr. Spiney, this goes down

the drain right now, or I swear

all three of us are donating our

skeletons to the natural history museum!

Let's go!

No! Uh...

For her own good, I think

we're gonna need to keep an eye on her.

If Sally catches us spying on

her, she is going to kill us.

And that's not a euphemism.

She will literally kill us.

This is a terrible idea.

Then why'd you come?

Because leaving Sally to face

this alone is an even worse idea.

How is this not spying on her?

It's not spying when it's a

friend and you're worried about

her being menaced by an

interdimensional fear-eater.

I think she'll be okay with

us being here now.

Sally! Sally, open up!

Aaah!

Guys, you've got to help me already!

It's sealed tight!

It won't open!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

No, no, no, no, no!

She's gone.

Yeah, but where?

It's hard as a rock.

Hard as sheetrock, anyway.

Anything?

Radiation normal.

Magnetic variance, also normal.

Boy, Sally was a slob.

Why does she have all these belts?

Is, Watch.

Sally is a slob.

She's still alive.

She's just somewhere else...

Another dimension, maybe.

You know, the more frightened

Sally became, the brighter the

extradimensional glow got.

Maybe this thing really does feed on fear.

Yeah, and in order to feed

off her fear, they need her to stay alive.

If... if you like the cheese,

you don't kill the cow.

Is that even an expression?

Watch, why do you think they

took Sally and not the others?

The book implied that deeply

hidden fears are like catnip to

these creatures.

I can only conjecture that Sally

had some deeply buried terror

that drew the creatures here to

Spooksville in the first place.

At least we know one thing

for sure... wherever she is...

She's terrified.

Adam!

Watch?!

Can anyone hear me?!

Then she yanked open the door

and found a stainless steel hook.

She heard the voice in the night.

"Gathulu."

I hate to be the logic

police, but who goes into an

abandoned sausage factory when a

deranged psycho is on the loose?

And why was she wearing only

pajamas, armed with a candle?

You're a real drag at summer

camp, aren't you?

I wouldn't know.

Look, Watch... the only way

we're going to open that gateway

is to lure a fear-eater.

What we really need is the most

gutless, pathetic coward in Spooksville.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. I get it.

You want me to go somewhere?

Where?

Hello?

Are you trapped?

Maybe I can help you.

Take my hand.

I can... I can pull you out.

Aaaah!

Aaah!

Aaaah! Aaah!

Help me!

Adam!

Help me!

Is Sally ready for our date?

Almost. Come in.

She's just getting ready... you

know, fussing, primping.

You know how girls get before a big date.

No, not really.

Between us, this is my first date!

Really?

Would never have guessed.

You seem like such a player to me.

Is it normal for a girl to

text you an invitation to dinner

at 11:30 at night?

Yeah.

That's usually how most dates happen.

Nothing unusual about that.

Come in.

Shouldn't I wait for her here?

No. No, no, no.

Come on in.

Come on in.

Hey, Watch, here's, uh,

Stanley, ready for his date with

Sally, who's just getting ready.

Oh, right, right, right.

Here.

Have a seat.

Is it usual for the girl's

other guy friends to be there

when the date picks her up?

Yes.

Standard dating protocol.

She's just finishing her makeup.

She likes to make a big entrance.

Yeah, so be ready for anything.

So, Sally's getting ready in the closet?

Yes, because girls are

strange and mysterious creatures

that like to do everything

differently, all right?

Just take a seat.

Wait. What are you doing?!

Quit it!

We're simply duct-taping you to a chair.

There's nothing to worry about.

He's wrong.

You should be very, very afraid.

No.

It was a dark and stormy night.

Aaah! No!

He screamed at "dark and stormy night."

I was just getting warmed up.

He'd probably be just as

scared if you read him the phone book.

Aah! Aaaaah!

It's working.

Get ready.

Here we go.

What?! Aaah!

Primary objective achieved.

Okay, good.

Aaah!

The thing is good.

Aaaah!

Aaah!

Oh, great! Now you're scared!

Watch, Watch, I need a weapon.

Okay. Um... Here!

A paper umbrella?!

You gave me a paper umbrella!

I don't know!

I'm still new at this!

Aaaah! Aaaaaah!

Here.

Much better.

Tie Sally's clothes into a rope.

Aaah! Aaah!

She has like a thousand belts!

Okay, use them.

No. Aaaah! Aaaaah!

Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Aaaaaaaaah!

Aah! Aaah! Aaah!

Aaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaaah!

Aaaaaah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Well, here goes nothin'.

I'd like to get out of the

chair now, please.

If I was Sally, which way would I go?

Sally!

Sally!

Adam! Adam, over here!

Quick!

No, no, don't come any closer.

They're gonna be back any minute.

Sure, as soon as I find out

one thing... why do you have so many belts?

Scaredy, help me!

Yeah, right!

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, don't touch it!

Listen, this web is supersticky.

No, it's not.

It's not sticky at all.

Must be some kind of energy

holding you here.

Sally, it's fear.

Your own fear is sticking you to the web.

I'm not afraid of anything.

You got me?

All you have to do is lean

into the creatures' realm.

It's totally safe.

What's totally safe about that?!

Evidently, only someone who's

been touched by a fear-eater can do it.

Oh, look at the time.

Got to run.

Fine.

If you have want to have the

beautiful Sally Wilcox stranded

in a dimension of eternal

torment, that's totally up to you.

All right. Try it again.

Block out your fear.

Quit calling me a chicken.

Sally, you're the bravest person I know.

That's why these things want you.

You have some hidden thing that scares you.

I don't.

What is it?

Maybe if you face it, it'll

become less scary.

It's a commercial.

Whether my associates, Watch and

Adam, would have survived

without my cool head and

leadership skills, I may never

know, but, clearly, these boys

look to me as their protector,

conscience, guide.

Come on down to

uncle Rodney's roasters for a

rotisserie free-range chicken just for you.

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So delicious, they'll make you dance.

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I know that ad.

It is a pretty weird commercial.

I know it's stupid, but it terrifies me!

No, it's not stupid.

We all get scared by totally random things.

The fact that you admitted it,

though... that's brave.

Aaah!

Hey, fur face, get your claws

off my future prom date!

Hurry! Go!

Sally, over here!

Sally! Sally, over here! Hurry!

Is that Stanley Katzman?

Come on.

Hurry!

Hey, guys, grab on!

We'll pull you up!

What the what?!

These are my good belts!

Keep pulling.

Aah!

Ugh!

Wow! Just... wow, you guys!

Mmm.

What did you do to my room?!

It's just a wall again.

Yeah, but what keeps those

things from coming back?

Simple... you faced your hidden fear.

You lost your secret appeal.

Those things had an infinite

number of dimensions to choose from.

Thanks to Sally, I think this

one left a bad taste in their mouth.

Well, that's good, since we

do live in Spooksville, and I

know I'm gonna see those freaky

chickens again, but now I know

that, no matter what, my friends

are always gonna be there for me.

And, Stanley, as for you, you

were the hero of the hour.

Sally... I think we should see other

people.

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