Night Weary - Episode 1
by Elle Jordan
Dude, I just woke up on a grave.
A WHAT?!
A grave.
My clothes are in tatters and there are scratches up and down my arms.
And—OH GOD—my hands…
They’re covered in blood.
That’s SO messed up.
But dw man, I’ll come pick you up.
It’s two in the morning. I’m not gonna let you stay there by yourself.
Thanks. It’s weird to admit this…but I’m really scared.
I get it, man. I’d be beyond freaked.
Do you know which cemetery you’re in?
Idk, but I can see one of those square mausoleums.
It looks brand new…just like the one where we buried my brother.
The marble walls are so white they’re practically glowing in the darkness.
Samson, stay focused. I wanna get you out of there.
Can you see anything else? Maybe a sign or something?
Hold on, lemme turn on the flashlight on my phone.
Dude, this is so creepy.
I feel like a hand is going to shoot out of a grave and grab my ankle.
Ugh, don’t even say that!
It’s okay. I think I found the entrance.
There’s this old iron gate with an iron archway.
Does it say the name of the cemetery on it?
Yeah. I see it now. It’s Mount Peace.
You’re at Mount Peace Cemetery??!!
How the hell did you get all the way up there, man??
If I knew, I wouldn’t be in this situation.
Just…hurry. All right?
Okay. I’m going as fast as I can.
I just got in a cab.
Okay.
Dude…I feel like I hear rustling.
It’s probably just the wind. Let’s focus on something else—
You really don’t know how you got there?
I don’t have the slightest idea.
Damn. What’s the last thing you remember?
I don’t know…
Did you go out tonight?
No, I stayed in.
Yeah—but now you’re in a CEMETERY.
You must have left the apartment at some point.
I really don’t remember doing it.
Did you leave to get dinner?
No. I ordered in.
Shit—could it have been the delivery man?
What do you mean?
I mean, could he have slipped something weird in your food?
Dude, why would he do that?
I DON’T KNOW—why would YOU be lying on a grave in the middle of the night, Samson?
I HAVE NO IDEA.
But I think this situation is worse for me than it is for you right now.
So I don’t need you yelling at me.
Look, I’m just trying to think of all the possibilities.
Did you check our video surveillance first to make sure the doorman wasn’t sketchy?
Of course I did.
Wait—I DO remember something weird about him.
What was it?
He kind of looked…
He looked a lot like my brother.
Whoa, that must have been weird for you.
Yeah, and like…I expected to get sad when I saw the guy at the door.
Because that asshole got to live while my brother had to die…
But I didn’t feel sad.
That’s good, right?
Maybe that means you’re learning to deal with your grief.
No, that’s the thing. I don’t think I am.
Because I got REALLY MAD when I saw the dude.
I saw red, man.
And that was the last thing I remember.
Shit, there’s literally BLOOD on my hands.
You don’t think…
No. Samson, I know you.
You wouldn’t hurt anyone.
You didn’t do anything wrong.
Idk, David. Ever since my brother died, it’s like I’ve been a different person.
I just get so angry.
It’s almost like I can’t trust myself.
Stop it. I trust you.
Maybe you shouldn’t.
Look at where I am right now.
I look like some kind of monster and I’m in a graveyard.
It’s so messed up.
And this graveyard…it’s really spooky at night.
I know, but I’ll be there soon. Hang in there.
Just…convince yourself that it’s a park or something.
I can’t. My hands are dripping with blood.
And these graves…they look like soldiers in the moonlight.
Dude, chill out.
I’m almost there.
I can’t, man.
There’s a full moon tonight.
My brother used to always love nights like these.
We’d sit out on the front porch together, drinking a beer…
But now they just make me furious.
Because my brother doesn’t get to be here to enjoy them.
And that’s so disgustingly unfair.
He wouldn’t want you to be angry, man.
Try to just relax.
DON’T tell me what to do.
And don’t you EVER tell me what my brother would want.
Dude, chill.
NO—you hardly knew him.
You think because he came by the apartment a few times, you get what I’m going through?
I never said that, Samson.
SHUT UP. I can’t talk to you, David.
But Samson, I’m here.
My cab’s pulling up to the cemetery.
Please—stay where you are.
five minutes later
Samson? Where are you?
Dude, this place is really creepy. Let’s go.
SAMSON??
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