Friday the 13th

What's wrong?

Not long ago,

while returning a mysterious

Egyptian urn to the safety of the vault,

Micki and Ryan inhaled its fatal fumes,

and entered a realm of dreams in which they would surely die.

What's happening?

I don't know!

It was the work of a dead man.

Uncle Lewis Vendredi had somehow returned from hell

to retake his lost heritage.

Lewis?

With the help of my friend Rashid,

I entered their dream.

Despite the temptations and apparitions

Lewis placed in my path, I was able to rescue them.

Lewis had failed.

Rashid, get us out of here!

Since then, something has changed.

Lewis seems closer now.

We can all feel it.

Perhaps he's no longer imprisoned for eternity,

but once again, a very active servant of Satan.

Over here, Jack!

Lewis!

Quitting time, Eddie.

It's a dead night.

No sense us being as dead in the morning.

I can stay. It's no trouble, Mike.

You can trust me.

So your parole officer said.

He also said not to tempt you.

Wipe the windows, check the oil

and pump a buck in it, sport.

Hey, look, Buddy.

Look I'm out. I'm out of the whole scene.

All right? They could put me back

in the joint for just talking to you.

You think I'd leave a guy with your talents out on the streets?

Hey, look, I'm out of it, all right?

I'm through working with you!

You're through when I say you're through, Eddie.

You sign on with me, it's for the duration.

Yeah, well, all right, all right, look, look, look.

Just leave Mike alone.

He got nothing worth taking, all right?

Yeah? Let's see.

Hey, Buddy, what?

Buddy, no man. What are you doing?!

Open the safe.

I only got what's in the register, man.

Sure.

Clock is ticking.

Open it!

Hey, Mike,

do like he says, all right?

He don't know the combination.

Doesn't have to.

This kid's a real find.

You didn't know what you had, did you?

Here.

Now get out of here, Buddy.

There's one more thing.

No!

Shouldn't have told him my name.

Think they're gonna believe you weren't in on it?

They'll put you away permanently, man.

Permanently.

Let's go!

It's Louis the 14th, Ryan.

I'm telling you, Jack, it's not here.

It's got to be; look again.

Will you give me a break?

I'm not even awake yet.

Jack, are you sure you weren't dreaming?

No, Micki, it was Lewis,

looking just as he did when the devil took him to hell.

And the last time he tried to come back.

And you saw him in that mirror?

Yes.

Oh, then it won't be in the Manifest.

I found this in his room upstairs.

I moved it down here when we restocked the store.

Does this mean I can go back to bed?

It was one of Lewis's processions?

That's why I could see him in it.

Lewis practiced the occult.

Mirrors that have reflected occult ceremonies

become windows into the Realms of Darkness.

Realms of Darkness?

It's a dimension

between here and hell.

Now, when Lewis tried to come back to life last time,

he used the Amulet of Zohar, remember?

Hmm. This time, he seems to have found a path through mirrors.

But how?

I don't know.

I better talk to Rashid.

No one knows more about the Realms of Darkness than he.

Jack.

Hmm?

Jack, look at this.

Let me see.

It's a deed.

"...hereby grants to Lewis Vendredi

"all rights of property to

175 Ravenscrest Road."

I didn't know Lewis owned a house.

Want us to check this out?

Wait till I check with Rashid.

Jack, there might be something that Lewis could use in there,

an object that he kept for himself

and didn't list in the Manifest.

No, Micki.

Something about this feels odd.

Lewis wouldn't visit me without a reason.

I want to know what it is.

I can't believe this, man.

We ought to be getting out of town.

What the hell are we doing here?

It's a great hideout.

Nobody even knows where it is.

Man, it's hot in here.

Yeah, and there's no room service.

Maybe we should go somewhere else.

Come on, I'll show you around.

Couldn't sleep.

Me neither.

I wonder what in the hell is keeping Jack so long.

Well, Rashid's not exactly

the easiest guy in the world to find.

That's because he spends so little time in it.

Not to worry.

He'll find him, and everyone will know what's happening.

Micki, look.

It's Lewis.

We were right.

He's in the house.

What's he looking for?

An object. That's it.

Something that can bring him back to life.

We've got to get there and find it before he does.

But... Look, if he finds

whatever it is he's looking for, it'll be too late.

But, Jack... Come on!

Hey, what was that, man?

What was what?

I heard somebody laughing.

Will you stop being so jumpy?

Here.

I don't understand you, you know.

You blow somebody away, and then you just

calmly crack open a beer, like it's nothing.

Cooking some breakfast, too.

You want some? No.

Suit yourself.

There's no phone to call for pizza.

You must have practiced in the joint.

I've never seen you work that fast.

Yeah, well, I never seen you kill anybody.

It's not as good as they make it look on TV, is it?

Mistake, sport.

Cops will be looking for you.

You walk out, you're finished and you know it.

Yeah.

Watch those eggs for me.

I left my cigarettes in my room.

Tell me that's not it.

We got company.

After you.

Guess he hasn't been paying his light bill.

Sure feels like he kept the furnace stoked.

Whew! Why is it so hot in here?

Look at all this stuff.

He could be after almost anything.