Pulp Fiction, 1952 · page 105 of 132
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BREAKERS With a killer and a sexy medium around, George has plenty to excite him in that haunted house—without any walking corpses! T WAS utterly silly for me to feel like that—-getting prickles along my spine because it was just after dark, and I was going into an empty house and stay there. A-l-l by myself, in the nasty dark. “You dope, George Rice,” I thought. I stopped at the gate and took a look around at the neighborhood. It wasn’t much of a neighborhood. Just old houses and all dark. If they were occupied, people went to bed early out here. I took another gander at the house and didn’t particularly like it. It hada 1 i AD ee ’ hey PEO hy ite g Pee WW Vege ede Pir ft ay r ia _ - PAZ |, Veo Sern 2 pe 'y wN\ ALN; 2 2 - +o . ow ma j ior a ay i, ‘ { -<ifftae ta { ); - 4 ‘ es iz. A ie ,s ; | Eg Diy a d 7 he Alay | y) mottled, leprous look, because the dim light from the street lamp on the corner passed through the bars, and dead trees in the front yard made stripes and blotches of shadow. Before I went into the house, I made around trip of the outside. I found that the back door was closed and locked, and all the windows were closed. There wasn’t any garage or shed out back. Just a high wooden fence at the alley edge of the back yard. Inside, there was a hallway leading back to a staircase, and just before the Ghboo (CO) S (C(O)