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♪

All right, guys, what are we getting into tonight?

All right. Sounds good, sounds good,

I need you to cover me over here, though,

before we do that.

I'm over here, though. I'm going to get shot.

No, don't get me over here.

I'm going-- I'm getting in too, guys.

Over here? Okay, we're good, then.

Um, I need you to cover me over here.

♪

♪

And don't forget, in just two days,

we will be broadcasting our once-in-a-lifetime scoop

from the mouth of a murderer.

Until then, sweet dreams, murder lovers.

You good?

I'm fine. You?

-Did you sleep? -Not really.

If you got outside, and got some exercise--

Dad.

I just thought it would do you some good.

Slicin' and dicin' days are finally over.

Aren't they?

You're one ugly piece of shit.

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ I want to find a way ♪

♪ I want to do it today ♪

♪ I want to be on your knees ♪

♪ I never want to you to please ♪

♪ They talk to me 'cause stand up to me ♪

In just 48 hours

we will be broadcasting our exclusive

from the mouth of a murderer.

A true-life interview that is the stuff of nightmares.

So join me here on Murder in the Dark

to hear it first.

♪

Hey, Glenn. Wait, I-- I, um...

Hey, Felicia.

How are you today?

I'm good. You?

I'm all right.

It's, uh--

I'm sorry. Could you, um--

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah.

Wouldn't want you to get those crocs dirty.

Thank you.

You know, I-- I haven't seen you in town in a while.

Oh, well, um, I've been staying home, you know,

and, uh, looking after the house,

and looking after Dad.

How is Judge Payne enjoying retirement?

You wouldn't know it. He just-- he works all day.

Panels, committees, anything he can get involved in.

Look, I know what people think, but...

he's a good guy, he just--

I just wish people would take the time to get to know him.

Oh, well, uh, thank you.

Thank you, Glenn, um,

but, uh, I'm-- I gotta-- I'm gonna--

you know, I'm gonna--

Yeah. No. Sure. I'll, uh...

I'll see you.

Help! Help! Help!

No! Help!

Help, please! Please! Help!

What are you doing? Stop!

Help! Help!

Stop, no.

Wait. Don't.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Please, stop!

Oh, gosh.

"Morning and night."

"Diluted in water."

Yummy.

Oh, God.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Hey, buddy, uh, you shouldn't be in here.

This isn't a-- a retail store.

I like your things.

Uh, usually people buy online.

Um...

Since you're here,

what can I do ya?

I-- I-- I can make you a great deal

on that-- that coat, buddy,

uh, if you'd like to try it.

It'll fit.

Looking for this, buddy?

Please.

Take-- take the duster.

Uh, take-- take anything else you want.

Graded fishing line?

About 200 yards.

Rated at 400 pounds.

Get it.

As I explained last week, research has shown

that insomnia is not just a nighttime condition.

It's a 24-hour condition.

Think of it like a light switch that's always on.

I don't need a dissertation, doctor.

I already have my MA.

What I need is something that will knock me the hell out,

not bore me to sleep.

Thank you, Kingsley.

Dexter, why don't you tell us

how your initial reaction to the serum

and XMT headset is going?

Um, I'm-- I'm--

God.

Give him a minute, please, Kingsley.

Go ahead, Dexter.

Uh, uh, I-- I--

I have a mani-pedi scheduled

in, like, less than an hour, so...

How about I, um, I'm Dexter,

and, um, my mother wasted her time giving birth to me.

-That's quite enough. -Dexter, it's all right.

We want to hear it. Let us know.

It's all right, Dexter.

It can be tough in front of people

you don't know very well.

We'll come back to you, okay?

Ellen, why don't you tell us how you're doing?

Ellen, are you with us?

Oh, um, I can tell you

it's not the worst stuff I've ever swallowed.

Tucker, somebody is gonna start

stealing all this crap of yours

if you cannot figure out how to Lock up.

Oh, my God.

Help!

How was group?

Um, it was fine.

Do you feel like it's helping you at all?

Um...

m-- maybe a little.

How about we watch a movie?

I-- I hear that Applewood is finally out.

Probably not tonight, I was going to stream

in just a little bit.

Well, how about dinner? We have to eat.

I'll go get takeout.

Um, you know what? Actually, um...

I'm not all that hungry.

- Hi. - Hey.

Just checking to see if you drank your slime yet.

I am working up to it now.

Well, try vodka. It burns off the taste.

I don't even want to know what's in here.

Uh, baby puke and toilet scum.

Well, um, we'll see if this crap works.

Have you seen any improvements or differences?

- Anything? - No.

Um, not yet. I live in hope.

But, uh, it's the early days, so.

But good luck, Fee, and...

I-- I hope you get some sleep.

You too.

Good night.

Good night.

Welcome home, murder lovers.

We have a very special treat for you tonight.

This is going to disturb you

perhaps more than any of our other exclusives.

Don't wait to listen.

I don't know how long we have

before the powers that be shut us down.

This was recorded three years ago,

shortly after Mr. Sleep was apprehended.

Yes, you are about to hear

America's most notorious serial killer.

This is the only interview he ever gave.

It was never supposed to be heard by the public.

It was hidden and kept away from you all

until now.

Sweet dreams, murder lovers.

When did you first begin

to experience the chronic insomnia?

When I was younger.

Can you recall specifically, John?

Why do you call me that?

You know that's not my name.

Then what really is your name, John?

I haven't slept since I was 14 years old.

And that was after you killed your entire family

while they were sleeping?

Not that we can verify that you actually killed them.

Of course we have to take your word for it,

because you won't tell us who you really are.

Why would I lie?

Do you want me to describe it?

- How I did it? - No.

That won't be necessary.

How long before you killed again?

Eight months, 14 days.

Why then?

Because that's when I wanted to.

Would you say that's when

it became a compulsion for you?

It's a strange way to describe it, doctor.

How would you define it then?

A skill.

An art.

A hobby.

On August 12th, you killed 12 people

at the Ranchwood Motel while they slept.

Yes.

And you marked the faces of four of your victims.

Why?

The others were meaningless.

I did that for fun.

What about those four individuals?

What's so different?

I wanted to taste their memories.

Their minds were so young and fresh.

-They were on my list. -A list?

I often wonder

what your memories would taste like, doctor.

Perhaps one day we will find out.

And you have no idea

how these tapes got into the hands of this...

podcaster.

No, they were--

they were never supposed to be aired.

They were strictly for the purposes

of medical research.

I've already filed for an injunction.

Excuse me, doctor.

Yes. What?

Um, I could be there in 45 minutes.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Seems like Mr. Sleep has a fan.

A fan?

Thank you, doctor. I'll be in touch.

Make sure you keep your phone handy too, okay?

What do you mean a fan?

A copycat?

What's happened?

Ham and cheese or veggie?

Oh, it's okay.

I have an idea.

Somehow I pegged you for a vegetarian.

Chicken, ham, steak.

The rarer the better.

I guess you really are crazy, huh?

I didn't...

I didn't mean it like that.

You know, I missed you when you left for college.

You barely acknowledged my existence

when we went to school together.

Excuse me, I always nodded to you

when I jogged past you on the field.

- Then we were besties. - Could have been.

As I recall, you threw a pretty mean javelin.

You were at college for, what, four?

Five years.

What's, uh...

what happened to you?

I mean, you lived away from home for all that time.

You must have gone out, right?

What changed?

Nothing. It just--

Nothing dramatic happened.

It just sort of crept up on me, you know?

It just...

when I came back home to try to figure out

what to do with my life, the world changed, and...

well, all the craziness was going on outside,

but the more I stayed inside...

the less I went out, then...

the more-- I don't know.

I just-- I couldn't anymore, and it just...

then I just couldn't.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

Okay, let's begin.

For whatever reason,

Bree seems unable to join us for tonight's session.

Oh, hey, maybe she, uh, broke a nail.

Yeah, she's probably getting her mustache waxed.

Okay, that's enough, please.

Let's try and remember everyone's feelings.

This needs to be a positive experience for us all,

if it's to be effective.

Oh, should we all hold hands and sing Kumbaya?

Apologies, everyone.

Let's pick up where we left off.

Dexter,

tell us, how did you sleep last night?

Um, I-- I slept a little.

And did you take the serum and use the headset

as per my instructions?

Yes.

And how much REM sleep did you accomplish?

Uh, six minutes.

That's okay, Dexter.

I can't-- I can't deal with this anymore.

-I-- I just want to die. -Dexter, don't say that.

I do. I do.

I-- I can't-- I can't handle this.

I-- I just want to go to sleep and never wake up again.

Dexter. Dexter.

Let's you and I talk after this.

I think you might need some extra support.

I get it, Doc.

I mean, when you die...

you get to sleep as long as you want.

Felicia?

Are you up?

All right.

Peach mango or kale surprise? Here, that one's yours.

-Uh-uh. -No, no, no.

And I make a pretty good amount of money

from my painting commissions,

and a really good amount

from my paid ad revenue from when I stream,

and it's working out pretty good, I gotta say.

-And, um, well-- -You know you can stop, right?

Stop what?

I'm not stupid, Fee. I see what you're doing.

It helps me.

You spend all your time wearing a mask.

How can you ever hope to connect with anything real?

Is this real?

I think it is.

What happened to you after high school?

Okay.

College for a couple years.

Baseball, martial arts on the side.

Caught a bad injury.

And lost my scholarship, so...

You know, back to this one-horse town,

living the dream.

And your parents?

Yeah, they were never really part of the picture.

I gotcha.

Shit.

Hey, I, uh-- I gotta get going, okay?

Hey, I don't suppose I could, uh...

talk you into catching a movie with me tonight?

No, no, I--

No, no, definitely not, no, I'm sorry.

Yeah, I, uh--

I get it.

Hey, Glenn, wait!

My, um--

My group ends at nine tonight, and, uh, would--

Do you want to come over for coffee?

As in inside coffee?

Well, as long as it's not instant or decaf.

What kind of woman do you take me for?

I'm not sure yet.

-You mind? -What's it for?

I'm kind of trying to get into photography.

-Seriously? -Yes, seriously.

No, just, uh--

Just you.

All right.

Let's begin.

-Ellen, did you-- -Uh, where's Dexter?

Duh, well, obviously, he's not here.

I never received his e-mail confirmation yesterday.

Well, he was kind of strung out after the last session.

Guys, can we just start?

No, can we just, like, wait a few more minutes?

Maybe he got a job as a doormat.

He's obviously struggling, like the rest of us.

It's just-- he's just sensitive.

Oh, is that what they call it now?

Has no one heard from Dexter from yesterday?

Like, what if something actually happened to him?

No, Felicia, the boogeyman didn't get him.

No!

Can I make a pour-over or what?

Yeah. All right, it's not bad.

Judge Payne.

How are you this evening, sir?

I can't complain

and if I did no one would listen.

Can I get either of you anything?

We're fine.

There's some of Ms. Jeffener's pecan pie

in the refrigerator, can I get you some?

Oh, I'm fine. I'm full as a tick. Um...

I'm fine.

Sir.

Mm-hmm.

-Well, I am off on my walk. -Take your time.

Oh, I won't be long.

-Got anything stronger? -God, I wish.

You sure your assistant doesn't have the best...

Patient confidentiality.

Of course.

Do you have a copy?

Of course. It's on my drive.

So we have to assume

that the copycat has your patient list.

Have you considered the possibility

that it might not be a copycat?

Come on, doctor...

not even Mr. Sleep can shrug off a lethal injection,

all right?

Please.

We assume that, uh...

the copycat took Mr. Sleep's body.

Killed the morgue assistant in the process.

Probably has his body at--

at his house sitting in the living room

so he could-- so he could talk to him.

But who knows what goes--

goes on in the mind of these crazies.

Except you, doctor.

Hmm.

But in either event...

with the murder of Bree Bedford...

we have to assume that

the copycat is gonna kill everyone...

on your patient list.

Guess it's a good thing

that they're scattered all over the state then.

It should slow him down.

Probably.

But the question is why?

I mean...

why your group?

Why your patients? They--

They don't have a direct connection

with Mr. Sleep like you do.

Or do they, doctor?

I have no idea.

Mm-hmm.

Of course you don't.

Excuse me.

Hello?

All right. Thank you.

Call you back.

Dexter Englund.

He's one of your patients, right?

Yes.

Not anymore.

He was only 18.

I'm gonna need that list now.

Don't hang up. I need to talk to you.

No, it's not a copycat.

I know this man.

This is his handiwork.

Of course, I didn't say anything.

The police are not releasing any information

until they know what's going on.

If this gets out, we are both ruined.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

This is, uh, Felicia Payne.

I was wondering why you canceled group today.

Ah.

Well several of the group have dropped out.

And I need to rework the sessions.

I was actually about to send an email.

Dexter and Bree?

And Shelby also, yes.

What happened to them?

I'd rather not discuss it.

Patient confidentiality.

Did they listen to your interview with Mr. Sleep?

I-- I'm sorry, I listened to it online

and I-- I immediately recognized your voice

and I was just wondering maybe they would, um,

I don't know, be afraid that, uh--

that you-- you knew him.

I'd rather not discuss it on the phone.

How about I stop by your house today or tomorrow?

Yeah, that's-- that's fine.

Excellent.

♪

Dad?

Hey, Dad, was that you?

Dad, this isn't funny.

Hey, Dad?

Hey, Dad, this isn't funny.

What's up?

So what would cause a hole like that?

Uh, we think it's some kind of--

Boning knife.

It would take a huge amount of strength

to cut through bone like that.

And who would want to do that?

It's how he removes the hippocampus.

The what?

It's how he takes their memories.

They're runes.

Apparently, Viking pop culture is a thing right now.

-How does he-- -Oh, it's tattooed.

Um, I would say it's makeshift.

Probably prison made.

His victims will always wear his mark.

-It looks like a blót. -A what?

It's a Norse blood sacrifice ritual.

He's linking himself to Viking berserker mythology.

The ink's actually mixed with human blood.

So it is a copycat, just a different M.O.

No.

No, he's just evolved.

Into what?

Something else.

Something new.

I think he's become a super predator.

Just take a look at these.

We're trying to decipher them right now, but...

It's like a progression.

He wants us to keep count.

This is Unit A24 in position,

right outside Judge Payne's house.

Roger that, A24, received.

Please report anything unusual.

Dispatch out.

Oh, hell no.

No, no, no. Uh-uh.

Chalis, I told you specifically not to come here.

Your daughter called me yesterday,

right after we got off the phone.

-She's asking questions. -What sort of questions?

She heard my interview with Mr. Sleep.

She recognized my voice.

I understand how you feel about all of this,

but I think she has a right to know.

I asked you to help my daughter with her chronic insomnia,

not to stir her up in matters that don't concern her at all.

You're sure she's the one who's stirred up?

What's that supposed to mean?

Sleep is back.

Bullshit, he's dead.

I ordered his execution myself.

He's killed at least five people in the last week.

-That's not him. -It's the exact same M.O.

And you and I both know

that none of those details were ever made public.

Mr. Sleep is alive.

I think he wants revenge for what we did to him.

What-- What we did to him?

Quite a stretch there, doctor.

If I had any idea what you were doing with him,

I would have never granted you that level of access.

Whatever happened with him is on you and only you.

Wait a minute.

You didn't interfere with his actual execution, did you?

I had to understand how his mind worked.

Dead brain tissue is useless.

It would liquify before I had a chance

to take my sample extraction.

You just use what you took from him before.

It was enough to develop the serum, yes,

but that was just the first step.

I can't even begin to count the number of laws

you've broken here, doctor.

-What I did was completely-- -Ethical?

-Justified. -Well, you keep saying that.

It sounds very noble when you do.

My work could help thousands of people all over the world.

You need to leave right now.

And you and I will not be speaking again,

do you understand me?

Chris, please.

I think you and your daughter are in real danger.

Don't.

Last time I listened to you, it cost me my marriage.

We have plenty of protection here

and I can look after my own.

Chris--

You need to be very careful what you do and say next, doctor.

I would hate to see your great work ruined

by the exposure of your highly unethical methods.

Fuck!

Is that why you burned off your fingertips?

So no one would know who you were?

What was doesn't matter.

Only what I do matters.

Man is nothing but what he makes of himself.

Wouldn't you agree, doctor?

Careful, it's hot.

-Seem to be sleeping better? -A little.

That's great, maybe tomorrow, you can go on my walk with me.

Don't push it, Dad.

I think it's about time that you pushed yourself.

Well, I've invited a friend to come over

and watch a movie.

Glenn Howard?

Felicia, do you know anything...

-I don't care. -...about that man's family?

You can't just jump on the first boat that sails by.

I've known Glenn since high school.

I like him.

I mean, this is no time to get into a relationship.

Even Dr. Chalis agrees with me.

You talked to Dr. Chalis behind my back?

She-- she came by to say that you called her in a panic.

And why didn't you tell me?

I told Dr. Chalis it would not be helpful

for you to know all the gory details.

I can't believe you. You had no right.

Felicia.

Actually, I had every right.

Hi, um, Dr. Chalis, it's um--

it's Felicia Payne again.

Um, could you please, please call me back?

I really need to talk to you.

Um, thank you.

Greetings, this may be my last podcast for a while.

Things have taken an unexpected turn.

Our last video rattled a few cages.

And there have been some unforeseen repercussions.

It seems that the ballad of Mr. Sleep has not yet ended.

If this is true

and these events are ever allowed to come to light,

you will see what I mean.

But for now, I need to lay low.

Hope to see you soon.

Sleep well, murder lovers.

-Glenn. -Good evening, Judge Payne.

Let's make something clear, young man.

I know all about your history

and I do not appreciate you associating with my daughter.

Hey, Glenn.

Hey, Fee.

I'll, uh, be off to my study.

You two enjoy the movie.

I'm-- I'm-- I'm sorry about him.

He's just um--

he's uh-- he's been an ass recently.

Fee, uh, I, uh...

-Mm-hmm? -Uh...

I got you something.

Thank you.

You really didn't have to.

You have a good eye.

I had a good subject.

♪

-I'm sorry. I can't. I-- -It's all right.

Good night.

♪

-Felicia-- -Don't want to hear it.

Unit A24,

I have Detective Bronson for you.

-Patching you through now. -Shit, shit!

Officer King, please come in.

King here. Go ahead. Over.

King, any updates?

No, sir, all quiet.

Few comings and goings, but nothing out of the ordinary.

I saw your report yesterday

that a car belonging to Dr. Chalis visited.

She didn't stay very long.

She barely got out of her car.

I think she had kind of

a heated argument with the judge.

But other than that she turned and left pretty quickly.

Hello?

Sir, are you still there?

We just had a report of another killing.

I gotta go. Stay alert, King.

Yes, sir.

Who's there?

I'm armed!

- Judge Payne! - Shit!

Sorry about that, officer,

but you scared the hell out of me.

-Now, what can I do for you? -Detective.

There was another murder last night.

A woman by the name of Ellen Strode.

She was part of Dr. Chalis' therapy group.

Y-- yes, she was very good friends with my daughter.

Mm-hmm.

The last message Miss Strode received

was from Felicia, last night around 7:30.

Is your daughter home, sir?

Yeah, let me stop you right there, detective.

All right? And my daughter is agoraphobic.

She's not been out of that house in over two and a half years.

She and Ellen never knew each other

-in real life. -Mm-hmm.

She's not a suspect, okay?

But I still would like to talk to her for a minute.

That's just not possible.

She-- she struggles.

News like this could send her right over the edge.

Mm-hmm.

So I was told that Dr. Chalis came over yesterday.

Yes, she did.

What did she want?

Same thing as you. A-- asking about my daughter.

You and Dr. Chalis have history.

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

I noticed you both worked on the original Sleep case.

Yeah-- marginally.

She came to me,

because she needed to psychoanalyze that monster.

I also noticed that you gave her...

unlimited access to Mr. Sleep

while he was in prison, did you not?

That's-- it's a little unusual.

Detective, he was unusual.

Yeah.

You also gave her solo access

to the prison infirmary while Sleep was in there.

She wanted to study his brain and how he thinks.

She thought that perhaps she could spot

ways of-- of detecting his type of behavior

-in other people. -Hmm.

Here we were, about to execute the man,

there had to be some semblance of finding out

why he did what he did.

Weren't you the judge that sentenced him to death row?

Yes, I was.

And I was very happy to do that.

Have you noticed anything unusual around here lately?

People hanging around that shouldn't be?

Actually, there is someone.

And I--

What the hell?

Are you okay?

The forensics are done.

Let me guess, nada.

I'm starting to think this isn't a copycat.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

I'm gonna send a few extra squad cars for backup.

Have them spread out

and cover all the external access points, okay?

Should we have a couple officers in the house?

Old bastard won't allow it.

Why?

He has his daughter wrapped up

like a piece of fine china.

Says he doesn't want to upset her.

His call, though.

Look...

radio me if anything,

anything out of the ordinary happens, okay?

Yes, sir.

Careful.

I don't want you to choke to death.

What did you do

with their hippocampus

after you've removed it from your victims?

Are you unwell, doctor?

What do you think I do with them?

I don't know. Keep them as trophies.

Killers like you tend to.

I eat them.

Kingsley?

Kingsley?

Kingsley, what's going on?

Kingsley, are you okay?

What's that noise?

Did you fall?

Kingsley, you're worrying Mama.

What's happening?

Kingsley, are you--

No!

No! Let go of me!

Please!

Mom!

What's happening?

Please, Mommy, help!

Kingsley, you're worrying Mama.

No! No!

All available units,

all available units, code 140, 45 Lampkin Lane,

code three, please respond, over.

This is A24 responding.

Negative, A24.

Stay put.

Bronson doesn't want you leaving the judge's house.

Over.

Please confirm. Over.

Confirmed.

Shit.

Goddammit.

Hey!

This is A2--

I get that you don't approve of me,

but did you really need to send the damn cops to my house?

The detective asked questions and I answered them truthfully.

I'm sure you did.

While we're having this little moment of honesty here,

have you told Felicia

the real reason you left the university?

Yeah, I thought so.

There was no reason to upset her,

-by telling her. -Yeah, but I think, uh,

reckless driving and involuntary manslaughter

are very big reasons.

-It was an accident. -Of course it was.

You know, the apple didn't fall very far from the tree.

Your father came before me many times.

I am not--

I am not my father.

That remains to be seen.

But I will agree.

There's no reason that

this information should upset my daughter.

So I won't tell her about your crimes

and I won't tell her that you went to jail for them.

But you are going to tell Felicia

that you can never see her again.

I killed you, you ugly son of a bitch!

I killed you--

It was an accident.

She just stepped out into the street,

I swerved, but-- but...

I lost control.

What if I wasn't even going that fast...

There is not a day that goes by

that I don't wish I could take it back.

It was a long time ago.

It-- it-- it was an accident, it--

I believe that.

And Dad will come around.

He's not a bad guy.

He's just overprotective.

You know, ever since Mom...

-You should take it. Yeah. -Okay.

Um, uh, hi, Dr. Chalis.

Felicia. Oh, thank God.

What's going on?

I need you to listen carefully to me.

You and your father are in grave danger.

I'll be there in a minute, but stay inside

and keep your doors locked until I arrive.

Dr. Chalis, have you heard anything from Ellen?

Ellen is dead. I'm so sorry.

I know you two were close.

Uh-- what-- no, no. What?

I'm sorry. What?

I'm pulling in now.

Tell your father to keep his gun handy.

D-- Dad-- Dad is gonna be--

It's fine. I'm sure he's just on his walk.

There's a squad car right outside the gate.

-What's happening? -No, but--

What's going on?

Mr. Sleep is still alive.

The serial killer? He was executed.

Look, I don't have time to explain it,

but he's alive and he has my list.

What list? The-- the therapy list?

Sorry, what the hell is going on here?

He's killing everyone, isn't he?

No.

That's-- that's not happening, right?

We need to call the cops now.

Detective Bronson and the local PD are on their way,

but they're all at Kingsley's house

and that's clear across town, but she--

Is she dead?

Look, you guys, you need to get upstairs.

-Easy. -Lock the door, barricade it.

-No-- no, my dad. -It doesn't matter.

We just need to hold tight for a couple of seconds

and then...

Look out!

Come on!

Wait. No. Wait.

Oh, my God!

Hey, look at me!

Look at me, look at me!

We have to get out of here.

All right. Come on.

When you can, get upstairs. Barricade your room.

Go, go, now!

Hey!

You know Duke's Meadow?

Right past the dam.

I used to go there, you know...

just get away from it all.

Behind the grass.

Look at the stars.

It made me feel like...

maybe we get to be free of the past.

You know?

We should go there.

You and me for a picnic.

When you're ready, you know, there's no rush.

We've got plenty of time.

I just saw it now.

I think I'm tired.

I liked you from the first moment I saw you.

I always wanted to go out with you properly.

It worked out perfectly in the end.

We get to come back.

We can--

He was a fool. He was a fool.

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22, go ahead.

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Parents, put your kids to bed

don't let them see your creeping dread.

The moon is out. The night is here.

And with it comes your darkest fear.

Despite your locks, your doors are tight,

he's inside your room just out of sight.

A hint of shadow, a ragged face.

He's in every corner of your safest space.

So, parents, hold your children close.

Make sure they feel consoled.

For when this night is finally done,

there'll be no one left to hold.

For Mr. Sleep is of the night.

The darkness is his home.

You'll only glimpse his glinting knife

before it touches bone.

He cuts and slices deep inside

and while you're still awake

he'll take your memories, good and bad,

and put them on his plate.

No matter where you run and hide

he's always, always there.

His blackened fingers reaching out.

Tangling in your hair.

So, parents, put your kids to bed.

Don't let them share this fate.

Close their eyes and make them slumber

before it's all too late.

Have you ever let anyone get away?

Sometimes I like to let them think

they've escaped.

But I come back.

I always come back

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