You are a dead girl.
You're still here.
Special effects, hidden speakers.
You people are professionals, I'll give you that.
The thing I can't remember is what came first...
us or the book.
We are not living in a Sutter Cane story! This is not reality!
Reality is not what it used to be.
Oh, Jesus, this place makes my head hurt.
Come on, look at this.
This was done by a five-year-old. my five-year-old.
She did me after she did her mom.
I have to. He wrote me this way.
Never leave the city. Why don't I learn?
Are we leaving?
We're already home.
You should have believed me.
Where's the fucking highway?
Cane's writing me. He wants me to kiss you.
Because it's good for the book.
读者就是想要这种情节 - 天啊
It's what the readers want to read. - Oh, God!
Go! Get... get away from me!
Cane has a job for you.
A few bad calls.
A few wrong turns.
Do you want to know the problem with places like this?
With religion in general?
It's never known how to convey the anatomy of horror.
Religion seeks discipline through fear...
yet doesn't understand the true nature of creation.
No one's ever believed it enough to make it real.
The same cannot be said of my world.
Your books aren't real.
But they've sold over a billion copies.
I've been translated into eighteen languages.
More people believe in my work than believe in the Bible.
You got a point?
I think you know it.
There has to be some kind of an explanation for what I've seen tonight.
I'll sort this shit out later
but right now there has to be some kind of a simple fucking explanation.
Always looking for the con.
Even now you're trying to rationalize.
your books suck.
You must try reading my new one.
The others have had quite an effect.
but this one will drive you absolutely mad.
So I'm told.
It'll make the world ready for the change.
It takes its power from new readers and new believers.
That's the point. Belief!
When people begin to lose their ability to know the difference
between fantasy and reality...
the old ones can begin their journey back.
The more people who believe, the faster the journey.
And with the way the other books have sold...
this one is bound to be very, very popular.
Want to see?
"ln the Mouth of Madness."
Yours to deliver, Trent.
I will be joining my new publishers now.
You take the manuscript back to the world for me that's what you do.
What I do?
You are what I write.
Like this town.
It wasn't here before I wrote it.
And neither were you.
I know what's real.
I know what I am...
and nobody pulls my strings.
Did you think my agent attacked you by accident?
He read about you in there.
He knew you'd bring it back and start the change
make what's happened here happen everywhere.
He tried to stop you.
I'm not a piece of fiction.
I think, therefore you are.
Read it if you don't believe me.
See what I have in store for you.
I know what I am.
Your world lies beyond that passage.
I can't hold them back any longer.
"Trent stood at the edge of the rip."
"stared into the illimitable gulf of the unknown."
"the Stygian world yawning blackly beyond."
"Trent's eyes refused to close."
"He did not shriek."
"but the hideous unholy abominations shrieked for him."
"as in the same second he saw them."
"spill and tumble upward"
"out of an enormous carrion black pit."
"choked with the gleaming white bones."
"of countless unhallowed centuries."
"He began to back away from the rip."
"as the army of unspeakable figures."
"twilit by the glow from the bottomless pit."
"came pouring at him toward our world."
Come with me.
I've read to the end.
You want a paper?
Have you been in an accident?
You want me to get somebody?
Just point me to the highway.
Did you ever hear of Hobb's End?
Package for you, sir.
But nobody knows I'm here.