Scary Tales: Dead Zone

That was pretty tough, wasn't it?

It was.

Hard to believe we've gotten to this point, huh?

We should have told her, right?

I mean, we should have told her face-to-face

instead of the stupid charade we've put on.

We don't need to burden her with our issues.

She's got enough stress as it is.

So what do we do then?

- Want me outta the house? - I'm outta the house.

I'll just come this weekend and gather my things

and stay at a hotel until I figure things out.

I didn't want our marriage to become this, Jay.

I wanted it to work, I really did.

I'm not blaming you, most marriages end like this.

I guess it was just our turn.

Do you know where you're going?

No, not really.

My GPS isn't working, there's no service.

We have a map in the glove?

Map?

No, I told you not to take this route.

You don't like highway driving.

I thought you'd like the scenery.

Well, it's hard to see at night.

I guess so.

Remember when we would just drive?

You know, just go where the road takes us.

Feels like that.

I just wanna get home.

I know.

There has to be a sign coming up

to get us back on the highway.

What now?

I need to walk to a gas station.

Walk?

We've been driving for hours and we haven't seen shit.

Walking is not a good idea.

Well doing nothing is worse.

I'll walk, if a car comes by, wave it down and ask for help.

I'm not staying here by myself.

I'll walk with you.

Well, at least I'm getting my steps in.

Yeah.

I feel bad for not telling Lisa about us.

She knows, she has to know.

We've not been happy for so long.

I'm sure she saw this coming.

What are you gonna do now?

Move out. Move on, I guess.

Tired of making you miserable.

It's pretty crazy how things happen, isn't it?

I thought for sure my life was mapped out and

here we are, on the verge of divorce.

Look.

There's a house, let's go.

Hello there.

Hello, I'm Jay and this is my wife, Allison.

We broke down a couple miles up the road

and we really need a call for help.

Oh sure. Come on in.

Thank you.

Sit.

We really need a tow or gas for our car.

Well, I know, but to get a tow or gas

might take some time.

I'll make the call,

but you're gonna be here for a bit without question.

Thanks.

I left a message with a tow company.

I think they might be closed.

Isn't there a 24-hour tow company?

Well that's what I called,

but it's only a 24-hour tow company

when the guy isn't passed out drunk.

I'm guessing if you wanna walk up the road,

it's another 40 miles,

you'll find 'em at the bar out cold.

You don't get many visitors here, do you mister?

Call me Wes.

That's what everyone calls me and I don't ever see anyone

unless I go into town to shop.

That's the way I wanted it when I bought this place.

Now look at me, craving some company.

I guess I didn't hate humanity as much as I thought.

What's wrong with humanity?

What's wrong with humanity?

What line of work are you guys in?

I'm a teacher.

I'm in sales.

I was a homicide detective.

I've lived 25 years in the blood and the guts

and saw things that nobody should see.

Yeah, it began to eat away at my soul.

I couldn't sleep, I needed out of it,

so I bought this place, retired,

and now I'm trying to see if I can stop my nightmares.

When something is so terrible

it leaves a scar on the memory.

Hmm, PTSD.

Well you can call with that,

but I think scar on the memory sounds cooler.

You know, it feels like I've known you guys my whole life.

Oh, and you, you're okay in my book too, Wes.

Yeah, I think we can say that the tow truck guy

isn't coming tonight.

Will my car be okay on the side of the road, Wes?

Oh yeah, unless it gets run into by a moose.

We get those big fuckers out here.

I bet.

I bet you get all kinds of wildlife here.

Deer and moose and bears.

Oh my.

My wife and I used to go to parties when I was on the force.

We'd go to these parties and drink wine and tell stories

and it was a really good time.

Now this, this sort of feels like it.

Is your wife here?

In spirit, yes, she passed on.

I miss her.

I miss the way she used to just sit there

and listen to me and wanna know how my day went.

I'm sorry about that, Wes.

I really am.

Thank you, Jay.

I sometimes feel her spirit here.

I know it's just my imagination,

but I like to pretend it's not.

I'm hoping to see her on the other side.

I'm sure you will.

You said you told stories.

You a storyteller, Wes?

Well as a detective, it came with the job.

So, why don't you tell us a story?

What is the strangest thing you've encountered?

Strangest?

Okay, well I only tell true stories.

I might use poetic license here and there,

but this is real shit.

Some of it was pretty damn scary.

I bet it had to be.

Well what made it scary wasn't the blood and the guts.

It was the unknown, the mystery.

There were occasions that didn't make any sense at all.

I was told to make a case

that was very different than the others.

Different, what do you mean?

Well, you asked for it.

You screwed up, Slit.

You screwed up.

What am I supposed to do now?

I don't know.

I do know.

I know what I'm obligated to do.

I need your gun and your shield.

Just like that?

Just like that.

You embarrassed everyone

with your outburst at the press conference.

We got the wrong guy.

The wrong guy?

You got wrapped up in this fantasy,

and it's consuming you.

I told you to back off, and you double down.

Dead kids.

11 dead kids, you may be ready to close the case,

but the killer's still out there.

I will not close the case,

if there was a remote chance of another suspect.

You're chasing ghosts.

You bought into bullshit.

I know a fantastic story is more attractive.

But we got the guy, Bob Williams is the guy.

The witnesses all saw the same guy.

Williams isn't the guy.

The killer's still out there?

He will kill again.

We need to find him and stop him.

You are suspended until further notice.

You need a break from this.

You need to not think about this.

This obsession with this mystery killer is ruining you.

Go somewhere, do something.

I will be in touch with you when the heat dies down a level.

You know you should really be relaxing

and enjoying this time away.

You're not on the job anymore.

I know, I know Sara.

But I can't get it out of my head.

Get what out of your head? Talk to me.

Eight years old,

the fucking guy butchers an eight-year-old and there I am.

I'm interviewing his brother

while they're carting the poor kid's body away.

I can't let it go.

I can't allow him to walk free.

You think they got the wrong guy?

The kid said that a tall man in black killed his brother,

a tall man that gave him candy,

and they called him the Muffin Man.