Nightbooks

I'm really worried about him.

Me too. I've never seen him this upset.

I know. He's taking it hard.

You know what he said to me?

He said he'll never write another story ever again.

He said that? Yeah.

This is lame! Stupid!

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I'm gonna burn all this stupid stuff!

I'm so afraid that tonight is gonna, like, stifle him

or be this wound that haunts him.

Poor little guy.

He's a creative kid,

but maybe we let his obsession with horror get out of hand.

I guess I can see how they could consider it a little weird.

Maybe it would be easier if he was just more, I don't know, normal.

I think I heard something.

Alex?

I didn't hear anything.

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Ugh.

It was all gonna be so perfect, Lucy...

...just like one big, happy family.

Your boys

and my boys.

Great. The bloodsucking Brady Bunch.

Lost Boys?

I still want you, Lucy.

I haven't changed my mind about that.

I didn't invite you this time, Max.

Michael.

Michael, no!

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Michael!

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Don't you touch my mother! Sam, don't! No, Sam!

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Where am I?

- - Hello?

Hello?

Anyone?

I'm trapped!

Mom!

Dad!

- Hello? Help! -

What is your name?

A... Alex.

Alex Mosher.

Alex.

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- Alex!

Please, please.

Boo.

Let's get this over with. I'm a busy witch.

Are you useful in any way?

Uh, I...

Do you see them?

The apartment lured them in.

That's what the apartment does.

Those children,

they were not useful to me.

Do you understand?

So let's try this again.

Is there anything special about you at all?

Any reason I should let you live?

- And get up. -

Come closer.

Goodbye, Alex.

I do write scary stories.

Did you say "scary stories"?

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What's... what's that?

No more questions.

My Nightbooks. It's where I wrote my stories.

What are you doing with these so late at night?

I was...

I was gonna burn them in the boiler room downstairs.

Burn them? So they're not any good.

- No. - Goodbye, Alex.

They're good. They're very, really, really good.

Nightbooks, huh?

The title better not be the scariest thing about them.

I'm going to need a story every night.

The story better be good, and it better be scary,

or it's the last thing you'll ever do.

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Hey.

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- It's a little kitty.

Mischievous little thing.

How'd you get in here?

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What is this place?

Where's the TV?

And where'd the front door go?

Oh my God.

You scared me.

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What?

You're a kid. And you're a genius.

I'm Alex. Who are you?

You're gonna be chatty. Great.

I'm Yasmin.

Are you a prisoner too?

No, I'm on vacation.

Okay, food's here.

Hope you like peanut butter.

I used to.

Anything in these cabinets is off-limits.

Don't ever think Natacha won't miss this piece of popcorn.

- Lenore tells her everything. -

Come out, you evil skin-bag.

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And that's the invisible cat?

You say cat. I say Natacha's little spy-beast.

And Natacha is...

Keep up. Natacha is the witch.

Lenore is that wrinkled, hairless thing that follows you around all day,

popping up out of nowhere.

She ratted me out over a stinking cup of noodles.

I hate that cat.

Don't just stand there. Help me clean this up before Natacha gets home.

Where is she, Natacha?

I don't know where she goes or what she does,

but she can go anywhere she wants.

Talk about the ultimate passport, this apartment is it.

Come on. We both have work to do. I'll get you set up.

Ultimate passport?

The apartment travels all over the world, luring kids in.

I'm from New York. Brooklyn.

I live in Washington. Washington, DC.

Or I did before.

I wonder if we're still in Brooklyn.

The apartment moves?

When it needs fresh meat.

Not literally. Jeez.

Thought you wrote scary stories.

Not anymore.

Ta-da.