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People ask, where do you get your ideas?

Well, right here.

All this is mine.

I'll never starve here.

I'm Ray Bradbury.

And this is...

When I was 12, I met a magician,

Harry Blackstone, who told me to live forever.

I decided I could.

Mr. Blackstone introduced me to clowns, acrobats, fire eaters, fat ladies, and

some little people, dwarves.

I've never forgotten.

Every time I see certain kinds of strange mirrors, this is what I see.

You like them military operations, Amy?

Pretty good, Ralph.

Pretty good? Hell, it's perfect.

Just like me and everything I do.

Perfect.

Now, some nights soon, you really should try and find out just how perfect I

could be.

At anything.

Anything? Name it.

I got a name for it? Its name ain't Ralph.

Amy, what, are you too good for me?

No. It's just you live so high up the mountain, I don't think I could breathe

there.

Fix the target.

More perfection coming up.

Holy Macaulay.

Almost forgot.

It's time.

Time for what?

He's coming.

I can't miss him.

Who's coming?

Mr. Big.

You haven't seen him?

Mr. Big.

Come on.

Where

do

they go on that?

People like dying.

It's kind of a death.

Why, Ralph Banghart, you're a philosopher.

There's lots of fear, Amy.

Someday you'll find out.

Holy cow, here he comes.

Hide, hide.

No, just come around back here. Come on, hurry, hurry.

One admission, please.

One it is.

It's best to beg.

And that and all.

Every.

He'll never come back now.

What? You're still in there.

Why aren't you?

Same old song and dance.

I'm bored.

I gotta think of a way to shake the little guy up.

Give him a hot foot.

Turn the lights off.

I don't know.

Ralph. I'm just kidding. I'm just kidding.

She never had to come back here.

Excuse me?

For my fun?

I'll help you, lady.

Baby.

The little man that was just here.

Oh, Mr. Bigelow.

Mr. Big.

No, Bigelow. Bigelow. See, there's his name. There.

Bigelow.

He's a writer?

You wouldn't figure that, would you?

You can't like that.

Wait. You got change.

She moved up the stairs into the attic, which was paved with moonlight and

stirred by wind.

And it was here she knew that someone had died and might be buried beneath

dust.

Or buried...

or buried under the wintry ice of the chandelier itself, like someone lost in

glacier that moved in a thousand -year journey to a sea.

At any moment, the ghost might rise and exhale dust from its whispering mouth,

and all the strewn books lift with it, like terrified birds to fly through the

air and disturb the night.

Why are you following me?

Well?

I'm a fan.

What?

A reader.

Nobody reads me.

I do.

They're wonderful.

Come into the light.

So, which do you like best?

The one where you murder a guy because he used to ambush you on the street,

you up in his arms, kiss your brow, sing Rock -A -Bye Baby, then haul you into

the meat markets, toss you on the scales and yell, watch it, don't wear your

thumb there, butcher.

Pretty funny, huh?

Funny.

What else?

The story about your living with your parents?

Small people, but not as small as you.

In a teeny house with little chairs.

You call it beehive rooms.

An ant farm.

With windows the size of moth wings and bookcases full of books no bigger than

your thumb.

Someone tries to burn your little house, so you kill him too.

All in my head.

And the story, the last one, about the doctor.

Sells you pills to grow an inch a month.

Only you grow more than that. And in a year, you're seven feet tall and knock

the world down.

It's my favorite.

I wonder, anyone else in the world reads my stuff?

Mr. Bigelow?

Amy.

It must have cost thousands.

No, I built it myself.

That was the night the beautiful giant lady came to the little house

in the middle of nowhere.

There are rats in the walls.

It's me, Amy.

Like I said.

Oh, you sure look fine, Amy.

Are you always back there?

Always and forever, Ralph?

Ralph?

It's the only fun I have.

Is Merritt expensive?

Where'd you buy him?

A place in Long Beach.

Why?

I thought I might buy one.

Keep it home.

Look in it every night.

Never have to come back in here knowing there were rats in the wall.

I think I might just buy one

Oh, no.

You can do better than that.

Please find and close the check for $197 .50. Please ship Mirror to R .D.

Bickle.

Evening, Amy.

For you.

So, how's business?

Never better.

Fine. Great, great.

For me, too.

Guess we're both doing downright pretty great fine.

You know, I can read upside down.

I think you're pretty smart.

Okay.

I've seen your hand.

I'd like you to see mine.

Take a card.

Any card.

Go on, go on, take a card. Any card.

I can't win, Amy.

All aces are spades.

All dark cars.

I fixed it.

Just like... Just like I fixed the mirrors.

What do you know?

There he is.

Light on time.

You've killed them all the last one there

He's been dead for years