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We create the ball of energy. / And then we feed it to our demon... / The demon consumes the energy and is filled. Now it can return to its dimension. / Chelsea, if you would do the honors. / A spell to send that thing back... a spell is like a poem, which in turn is like a song... / Hit the road Jack and don'tcha come back no more, no more, no more, no more, hit the road Jack and don'tcha come back no more! / What I say? / Hit the road Jack and don'tcha come back no more, no more, no more, no more, hit the road Jack and don'tcha come back no more! / Hey it's working! The demon's going! / Oh woman, oh woman why you treat me so mean... / You're the meanest ol' woman I... ever... seen? / The party is over Roger. / Yeah, it is. / GOOD! Now, how the hell do we get out of this place! / Chester? / How did you do all that stuff? / Sorry, a girl's got to have some secrets. |
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Now where is that shawl? / Oh my God!? Is this you!? / Guilty! That's me as Glinda, the Good Witch. That was our first unescorted halloween outing. / I feel a story coming on. / Well, if you must know. / I must, I must! |
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I was twelve, and the oldest, so Mama thought it was time that we all went out on Halloween on our own. Mama's favorite movie was The Wizard of Oz, so... / But I don't want to be Glinda!! I want to be the Wicked Witch of the East!! / You should be! Your face looks like a house fell on it! / Corrine!! / Shut up! / Can Herman be my Toto? |
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We were Trick or Treating for what seemed like hours. Actually I think we only went three blocks. / God, I need a cigarette. / Hey it's Jubal and Paul! Seen the Great Pumpkin yet? / Oh Paul, my Sweet Baboo. / Well, I... oh good grief. / Hey, I actually got a rock. / Awesome! |
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Trick or Treat nearly over, we finally ended down at the beach. / Look, witches. REAL witches. Ooooh. / They're trying to summon the Devil. / THEY ARE NOT! They're trying to raise that SAM HAIN GUY! |
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The witches are indeed summoning the DARK ONE, but first they need a little girl to sacrifice... / ... a little BLONDE girl! / Will you stop scaring her! They won't hurt you Cynthia. Real witches don't do stuff like... / Is that Grandma?!! |
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It IS Grandma... and Agnes. / And that weird cat that came up last week. / That is so awesome! Grandma's a witch. / Yeah, Grandma IS a witch. I heard Daddy call her one the other day. / Uh... that wasn't quite the word Ben used. / ? |
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Should we go down there? / Boo! / Gasp! / Grandpa!! / Grandpa!! / Grandpa!! / Grandma's a witch! / Yep, she can be ornary when she wants to be. / Hee! / We went down to the circle and they embraced us all. / Grandma even let Corrine and I hold the candles. / Cynthia, not scared, but hardly interested either, took poor Grandpa on a mission for ghost crabs. He loved every second. / Then something really weird happened. I looked beyond the flames and saw the figure of a man walking up the beach. / Had no one else see this man? Then he came closer, and gave me a smile. It was my father. / On Halloween, or Samhein as we call it, the veil between the living and the dead becomes as thin as onion skin paper. / And that was thin. I guess it should have scared me, but it didn't. I felt as safe as I could be. |
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And so Grandma and Grandpa introduced us all to the real Halloween... and me to the supernatural. / Even so, Corrine embraced magick more so than I. Art was still a firm calling for me. / But, it was magick that drove the wedge between Ben and Corrine deeper. Ultimately that drove Corrine away from us all. / The rest, giant werewolves, portals to other dimensions and slug demons, you know. / And as a reporter it is completely killing me. |
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This is... nice... very nice. / I don't have to pay for this do I? / On this most magickal of nights, when the veil between this world and the next is but a haze, we welcome those who have crossed over to the great unknown. / And we give thanks for our loved ones and their lives. / This is soooo cool. / This is soooo spooky. / You... seen anyone yet? / A few here and there. / And so we say good night and to all a good fright! |
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You! You! You!... YOU! / OH GOD! You are soooooo dead! / I will have my revenge and your suffering shall be truly legendary. / Want to help me make a marzipan skeleton cake for Dia de Los Muertos? / Sure! |
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I like the tradition of Dias de Los muertos. / I see the Day of the Dead as an extension of the Halloween spirit. It's also so similar to Samhein. / These skeleton cookies look toooo delicious. Do you think your dad would mind if... / Go for it. / Munch munch / She has my cookie. |
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So... what's it like? Turning into the panther? / Actually, I don't really know. I black out into a dream-like state right before I change. Later it's literally like waking up from a restless sleep. / I guess that's... lucky. / If you call waking up naked in strange places... lucky. |
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There boy, fetch! / Did she just say FETCH to me? / Hmmm. Should I claw her eyes out or only urinate all over her clothes. Decisions, decisions. |
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That tanked. Well, okay, I like the licking of the ass. / What did you think Jubal... / Jubal? / Once upon a time there were three little girls... / Two lived at the coast... / And one did not. / They all had exceptional talents. / Brilliant... / Courageous... / And magical. / And so I took them all under my wing and now they work for me. / My name... / Is Jubal. / Aren't I a lucky bastard? |
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These past couple of weeks have been wonderful. / No monsters or demons, no one trying to kill my family and friends, and YOU not trying to play hero. / I thought I was your hero? / When you're not trying to be my hero, that's when you really are. |
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When I'm not trying to be your hero, I am? That's a compliment right? / Yes. Very much so. / You are my rock and I don't want you to get hurt because of me. / Like that girl who tried to shoot me in the demon's cave. You could have pushed her out of the way instead of jumping in front of her fire. / That gun freak chick? Then she really would have shot me... right between the eyes. |
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All I'm trying to say is that you don't need to protect me. / I couldn't if I tried. / Hell, I don't even rate as Xander, Buffy's monkey boy. I'm just a normal guy. I don't have super strength, military training or... / ... or magical powers or nothing. |
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You're jealous of my magick? Is that it? / I'm not jealous of your magic. / I'm just not good enough for you. / I guess I never was... / ... or you would never have gone to New York in the first place. |
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Yes, I went to New York, but I also came back. / I'm sorry, let's just drop it. I-I'll take you home. / We're not going to drop this! You need to know how I feel! / Well, now, isn't this a sweet moment. |
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Y'know witchie poo, when ya beat a man, make sure you kill him... kill him DEAD. / You! / 'cause he just might come back on ya! / Herb? / You son of bitch! Leave her alone! Leave her alone! / Jubal! / Blam! |
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He's dead! You freakin' killed him!!! / Good, no witnesses. / Now where is that WITCH! / No way man, this is NOT happenin'! You were supposed to scare 'em. I'm GONE! I'm... / W-w-what? The chick's shirt? / What the... where? Where did that come from! Shoot it!! / Gwwrooooa! / My pleasure. Right between the eyes. / God... damn! Hot! / W-wh... / Gaaaaaaaa!!!! / Hmm. Well this is different. |
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WOW, a naked lady. I've never seen one. / I see them all the time. / Outside your dad's playboy collection? / You think we should do something? She looks hurt... or something. / You go call somebody... I'll go get my dad's camcorder! |
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You and your friend were attacked. / I've seen the guy before, I think his name is Herb. / Your... um, clothes... your clothes were torn to shreds. Chelsea, I have to ask this. Were you... um were you assaulted? / No... I don't know why my clothes were... I don't remember anything. |
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Please, tell me how Jubal is. I have to know, is he okay? / Uh... Joan? / We've combed the beach three times and we did find some blood, but I'm afraid um,... well... / We haven't found a body. |
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You haven't found Jubal yet?!! He may be dying! He... / Calm down, Chelsea. He may not be hurt as bad as you thought. / He was shot!! / Chelsea? Your Grandmother is here to take you home. We think you need to rest a while. |
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Go pick up Herb Johnston and see what he has to say about this shooting. He'll probably be drunk, so that'll be a good excuse. / And tell Butch that he needs to get a sample of the blood you found up to Wilmington... and make sure he wears gloves when he gets it. / Wait a minute, did you see these tracks? / I saw them, but I thought they were made by a large dog. / No dog made these. It was a cat, a very large cat. |
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This was a BIG cat, a very big cat. Too big for a bobca, which is the only thing it could possibly be. / Except... call the zoo in carolina beach and make sure they're not missing anyone. / What's strange are the girl's clothes. Torn to bits, like... / Like a cat had clawed her, but not a scratch on her. |
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Will you do it? / No! / C'mon Uncle Jacob, help me make a BattleBot. I'll build it and you can put a spin on it with your fire magick and we'll clean house! / Duncan, my sister sent you to me so that we may learn to control the magickal chaos that brews within you. That does not include building BattleBots. / You use your magick to light your cigar. What's the dif? / The DIF is that I know when to break the rules. You don't even know what the rules are. / U-uncle... t-there's a BODY b-back here. / Please, Duncan, no more of your stories either. It is so... / It's... a BODY! My... it's JUBAL! Merlin preserve me, he's been shot! / Actually he's dead. / And I've come for your help in fixing that little problem. |
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This is a voodoo soul jar. Guess who's in it. / I need you to REVIVE this body. Then we can transfer his soul back and Chelsea has her pet again. / You're alive? / You're just now noticing that are you love? |
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