good afternoon to you, billy.
it's an authentic replica of an eleventh century sword. billy's eyes examine every inch of the sword. it's beautiful.
i got most of the rust off. but there were a couple spots that wouldn't budge. billy runs his finger along the blade.
careful. it's sharp. a big smile covers billy's face.- he's in love with the sword.
two hundred. you can pay me twenty a week. billy pulls a twenty from his wallet and pays dorry. billy carefully wraps the sword and puts it under his arm.
my pleasure, son. billy and pete exit the store.
comes to the door. he sees the worn, hollow faces of gary and tracy. he sees the bruised and bloodied billy.
what the hell happened to you? billy looks at dorry.
hard to believe. like satan's come to walk the earth.
nowt boys. arguing won't get us anywhere. gary still glares at billy.
we should get in touch with the authorities.
the storage room the sound of breaking glass is heard.
mischevious little devils, aren't they? no one disagrees. tracy suddenly notices something. she cries out.
i've only been this scared two other times in my life. once was when i got drafted. the other, was when i was six years old. it.was christmas eve. my sisters and i were decorating the tree with our mother. we were singing caroles. happy . excited.  waiting for dad to get home from work. a few hours passed, and we started to worry. dad wasn't home yet. my mother called the office. they said he left.
he was going to surprise us.
(checks his pocket-
phone's. dead.
could there be other people in town? alive?
how about somebody's garage?.  or tool shed?.
always dark. pitch black. billy nods to himself. that's the place.
i want to come in with you.you'11 need the extra hand.