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EXT. SMYTHE HOUSE - NIGHT (ESTABLISHING)

It is dark and windy. Thunder rumbles softly in the distance. Creepy music plays.

SUBTITLE - YE OLDE SMYTHE HOUSE, ONE WEEK AGO THIS TUESDAY

INT. SMYTHE HOUSE UPSTAIRS ROOM - NIGHT

We slowly pan across dusty and creepy artifacts upon a dresser - yellowed photographs, a smiling doll.

CROSS-DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SMYTHE HOUSE DOWNSTAIRS ROOM - NIGHT

We pan down the staircase, thunder and music still at it.

CROSS-DISSOLVE TO:

An end table. We pan across a magazine open to an advertisement for a dating service. Then we see an open CD case labeled "Creepy Atmospherics," and then across a CD player. A hand comes into frame, and hits stop on the CD player. The sound effects cease, and we are plunged into silence.

A woman lounges across the couch, staring up at the ceiling, evidently bored out of her skull. Suddenly, she sits up, tensely, looking around, breathing hard.

ANNE'S P.O.V. - THE DARKENED ROOM

looks ominous, empty, and silent.

Anne breathes hard, and then slowly gets up, looking around her as if she's seen a ghost. She walks nervously across the room and into -

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Here, Anne runs her fingers along the refrigerator door, onto which she has placed a flyer with a magnet. The flyer is bright yellow, and before she rips it off, we are given a moment to read it:

"Jack Hunter - Ghost Termination and
Frozen Yogurt! Ghosts Gone in 24 Hours
or Money Back Guaranteed! See How
Friendly He Is!"

There is a picture of Jack Hunter himself, handsome, smiling broadly, thumbs up. VERY broadly.

CUT TO:

INT. JACK'S CAR - NIGHT

CLOSE ON: FLYER

in the back seat, the same flyer from the fridge. There is a large stack of them. They are illuminated only in passing as lights from outside the car window shine on it. There is loud, grating rock music of some kind playing. We pan across his CD collection, which is open to a CD labeled "Depressing Heavy Metal Songs for the Terminally Unhappy."

Jack Hunter is driving. He is wearing sunglasses, even though it is night, and trying to look as cool as possible for nobody in particular.

JACK
I don't know why I listen
to this trash...

He reaches down and hits a button the radio, and the music changes to a historic Ace of Base song. He sings along happily and loudly for a few moments, drumming the steering wheel and getting into it, when suddenly he notices something and brakes hard, squealing. A tense moment, as he recollects himself, turns the music off, and looks tentatively over the dashboard, then outside his side window. He rolls it down, and yells out to someone unseen:

JACK
Sorry about that! ...Little girl!

He tries to catch his breath and wipes his brow, and sheepishly removes his sunglasses. But before he can turn the ignition, his cell phone rings. The tune is the opening theme to Ghostbusters, naturally. He picks it up.

JACK
(obviously done this way too
many times and tired of it)
Jack Hunter, Ghost Terminator
and Frozen Yogurt! You got ghosts,
we got answers! Blah-de-blah
what do you want?
(beat)
Mm-hmm.
(beat)
Ghosts, you say? That's odd.
(beat)
Ok. Now I'm going to ask
you some questions, just some
standard boilerplate, ok? First,
have you, within the last
48 hours, inhaled the fumes
of any chemical used by
sane people to etch glass?
(beat)
Yes, yes, "no" is the right
answer. Now, are you aware
that I am not a theme-party
service interested in putting
on a funeral for an unloved
relative?
(beat)
Okay, then we're good. Now,
I need your address...
(beat)
Okay...

He writes the address on his hand.

JACK
Gotcha... now... I'll be
over immediately.
(beat)
Yes, you're welcome.
Provided you are able
to pay, of course.
(beat)
Yes, thank you... I...
(beat)
Yes, good-bye, I...
(beat)
Yes, I'll see you in a moment.
(beat)
You understand it is
customary for the
initiator of the call
to hang up after
a certain point?
(beat)
No, I'm not just trying
to be rude, it's just...
there's this angry farmer
guy outside with a rifle
and I think I've driven
onto his property and he's
making all these
threatening gestures so...
(beat)
I don't see what that
has to do with anything.
Say "good-bye" and
hang up. Do you need
more explicit instructions?
(beat)
Good-bye! Great talking
to you!

He hangs up, and we hear a RIFLE SHOT in the background. He starts the car and starts backing out.

JACK
I'm going already! Yeesh!
(muttering)
And the thing is, she acts like
I'M the one being
unreasonable!

EXT. SMYTHE HOUSE - NIGHT (ESTABLISHING)

It is dark and windy. Thunder rumbles softly in the distance. Creepy music plays.

SUBTITLE - YE OLDE SMYTHE HOUSE, THAT SAME NIGHT

Jack's car pulls into frame and parks. Jacks get out of the car, muttering. He carries a large duffel bag of equipment.

JACK
Why can't they ever live
in a modern home with lots
of windows? No... it's
always some dirty old place...

He goes up to the front door and rings the doorbell, still muttering to himself, putting on his sunglasses for some reason.

JACK
"What do you think, honey?
Is this house Gothic enough
for you? Maybe if we're
lucky, we can have some
ghosts to round it all-"

The door suddenly opens and Jack instantly changes demeanor to I'm-too-cool-for-you.

JACK
May I speak with
the lady of the house?

ANNE
I'm the lady of the house.

JACK'S P.O.V. - A SUNGLASSES-INDUCED BLUR

He removes the sunglasses to see beautiful, young Anne in the doorway.

JACK
Right. I knew that.
You called about a
ghost infestation?

ANNE
Oh, yes! There are
very many many ghosts
in this house. And they
frighten me so! I'm
always alone. Quivering,
frightened... vulnerable.

JACK
That's very nice.
Would you like me to work
on your doorstep or
were you planning on
inviting me in at some point?

ANNE
(completely earnest)
Oh, I was going to invite
you in!

JACK
(a long beat)
That's great.

ANNE
(realizing)
Oh! Would you like to come in,
please?

JACK
Well, now that you mention
it, sure.

Jack enters through the door, and we follow them to:

INT. SMYTHE HOUSE DOWNSTAIRS ROOM - NIGHT

Jack studies the room as he enters. He sniffs, fingers the dust on the wall. Anne blathers about, pushing the dating service magazines off the table in a basket.

ANNE
I hope you'll forgive me.
My house is such a wreck!
It's just, I haven't
been able to clean
ever since my father died
and left me here, all
lonesome and afraid.

JACK
I see.

ANNE
Would you like a
cheese cube?

She offers him an impressively ornate tray of cheese cubes.

JACK
Oh, no thank you.
I never eat cheese cubes
on the job.

ANNE
Something to drink?

JACK
I don't drink on the job.

ANNE
What do you do then?

JACK
I do the job.

ANNE
Oh, that's very
important.

JACK
You bet.

ANNE
Would you like to sit down?

JACK
Yes.

They sit down and Jack takes out a clipboard and begins to take notes. He takes out a large stopwatch and presses a button on it. The numbers begin to tick.

ANNE
What's that for?

JACK
I charge by the hour.

ANNE
Oh.

JACK
You say your father died?

ANNE
Yes.

JACK
How recent was that?

ANNE
It was three years ago.

JACK
Hmm. Now, if I'm going
to get this ghost, I need
as much information as
possible.

ANNE
Okay. I'll tell you
anything. Anything you
need at all just ask
and it's yours.

JACK
Good, then. First off,
ma'am, I need-

ANNE
Anne.

JACK
Beg your pardon?

ANNE
My name is Anne. I don't
like to be called ma'am.
It makes me feel so old.
I'm only 24, you know.

JACK
Right. Anne. So,
Anne. I need you to
tell me what sorts of things
have led you to believe
you have a ghost on
the premises. Spectral
manifestations, aural
phenomena, objects moving
of their own volition,
that sort of thing.

ANNE
Yes, I believe I've
had all of those.

JACK
All of those?

ANNE
Yes.

JACK
Could you be more specific?

ANNE
Oh well, you know, stuff
happens all the time.

JACK
Stuff?

ANNE
Yes.

JACK
Is "specific" a foreign
concept to you?

ANNE
(earnestly)
No. I don't think so.

JACK
Okay, look. Why don't
you tell me about the last
time you had an encounter with
the ghost?

ANNE
Oh. Okay. I can do that.
All right, well, I was in
bed last night. I am often
like that, you know, in bed.
And, then, I believe it was
at 3:14 AM and 5 seconds that
I heard a phenomenon that I
think was very ghostly in
its character. You getting
this down?

JACK
Everything that's important.

CLOSE ON: CLIPBOARD

with "Complete Ditz" written across the entire page in big, red letters.

ANNE
Well, this phenomenon was
very frightening. And, you
know, I was in my nightgown and
I wasn't sure what was going on
so I got up and... it was kind
of like a hideous laugh. Would
you like me to do it for you?

JACK
Go ahead.

ANNE
(laughs hideously)
Like that, only, more masculine.
Like James Earl Jones. So I went
and I looked around the house
and... you know what? There
wasn't anybody in the house!
I was still all alone! Do
you know how scary that is?
Really, I am so glad you're
here now. I might have
gone completely nuts if
you hadn't come.

JACK
That certainly would have
been a shame. Is that all
you can tell me?

ANNE
I'm afraid so. My memory...
I can be such an airhead
sometimes! Things just
go whoosh! Right through!

JACK
I'll bet they do. Now,
Anne. It is commonly
believed that houses
become filthy and rank
after being haunted.

ANNE
They don't?

JACK
No. Ghosts are
attracted to dark and
dirty houses such as
this one. I'm afraid
that, if you have ghosts,
it is your poor
housekeeping that
is directly at fault.

ANNE
What? Poor housekeeping?
I told you that I can't
do things like I used
to ever since dad
died and I've been
so lonely and I don't
see why you keep
making fun of me
because, well, it's just not
nice and I've been thinking
and I think you must
have some kind of
social disorder
because you're just being
really unpleasant and
I don't think that's
healthy for either of us.

While she babbles, Jack stealthily eats a cheese cube.

JACK
You done?

ANNE
Yeah.
(beat)
Did you eat a
cheese cube?

JACK
No. Now, in order to get
rid of this ghost, we
have but one recourse.

ANNE
What is that?

Jack pulls two featherdusters out of his bag.

JACK
We dust.

INT. UPSTAIRS ROOM - NIGHT

Jack and Anne dust the furniture in the upstairs room - great clouds of it.

ANNE
So, what kinds of things
you do you like to do for fun?

JACK
Fun? Fun is dangerous. It
leads to injury and permanent
emotional trauma.

ANNE
Oh. I guess it can, but,
I still like it. I
think sometimes it's good
to have fun. You know,
every once in a while.

JACK
Feel free to not dust.
The longer it takes,
the more you owe.

Anne sighs exasperatedly and continues to dust.

ANNE
This isn't exactly what
I was expecting.

JACK
Why? What were you
expecting?

ANNE
You know, scented
candles or something.

JACK
Ha! You and my
girlfriend both!

ANNE
(gasp!)
Girlfriend?

JACK
Former girlfriend.

ANNE
(whew)
Oh. She liked scented
candles?

JACK
Oh yeah. The air in her
bathroom alone could kill
horseflies.

ANNE
So what happened? Why
aren't y'all together anymore?

JACK
We broke up.

ANNE
Oh. So I guess that means
she's not dead... You sure
you don't want to talk about it?

JACK
Look, I don't see why this
is any of your business.
Let's just finish dusting
and we can get on to the
carpet shampooer.

ANNE
Okay.

They dust in silence for a while, when Jack suddenly speaks up.

JACK
She broke up with me.

ANNE
Oh. How awful! I'm
so sorry!

JACK
Yeah, well, I'm over it
now. It was for a stupid
reason, too.

ANNE
Really?

JACK
Yeah, I forgot
something and she was
drawing all these
conclusions and...
you know how it goes.

ANNE
What'd you forget?

JACK
Well, uh... her name.

ANNE
Her name?

JACK
It was dark!

ANNE
How could you forget her
name?

JACK
She had a nametag on, her
name was "Mandy." I
called her "Mangy."

ANNE
Wow. That's
terrible!

JACK
You're telling me.

ANNE
You know, not all women
wouldn't understand.

JACK
Would you have understood?

ANNE
(thinks about it)
No. I don't think I would've.

JACK
See? The moral of the story
is clear. Women are evil.

ANNE
What? Women are evil? How
does that make any sense?
You had one bad experience
and now you're swearing
off all women!

JACK
Yup.

ANNE
I don't understand why
anybody would do that.

JACK
You evidently never
dated Mandy.

ANNE
No, I didn't.

JACK
And look, it's not
just one girl, ok?
It was a whole bunch
of 'em. All in a row.
Every time you let
your guard down, they
pounce on you like
the fiends that they
are. It's just not worth it.

ANNE
That doesn't mean you
should give up. Maybe
you just haven't met the
right one yet.

JACK
Pff.

ANNE
Everybody has somebody
out there who's perfect
for them. It's just
a question of finding them.

JACK
Ha! You really believe
in that superstitious
nonsense?
(beat)
Now keep dusting so we can
rid of this stupid
ghost and I can go home.

Anne pouts and begins to dust. She dusts over yellowed pictures of her and her father, smiling. Creepy but sad music begins to play. She stops for a moment and admires them, when she hears a strange electronic sound behind her. She turns to see Jack with a strange device in his hand (a guitar tuner for all I care).

ANNE
What is that?

JACK
It detects ectoplasmic
activity.

ANNE
(uh-oh)
Oh. Does that really
work?

JACK
Yup.

ANNE
What does it say?

JACK
Hmm. This is fairly
anomalous.

ANNE
Why?

JACK
I'm not getting
anything at all.

ANNE
That's odd, what with
there really being a
ghost and everything.

JACK
Is it now? Because
I am getting a big
zilch on the ghost-o-meter.

ANNE
Maybe it's broken.

JACK
No. I could tell if it
was broken. You sure you haven't
been huffing hydrofluoric acid
fumes?

ANNE
Yes!

JACK
Then why am I not
picking up anything?
Huh? Where's this
alleged ghost, huh?

ANNE
There is a ghost,
I swear!

JACK
Oh, is that right now?
Because I'm starting to
think a little differently.
You know what I think,
"Anne?" I think you're
taking me for a ride,
"Anne!" I think you knew
the whole time there was
never a ghost, "Anne!"
What do you say to that,
"Anne?"

ANNE
Stop putting quotes around
my name! I really am Anne!

JACK
Then why is there no ghost?

ANNE
(a dejected beat)
There isn't a ghost because
I made it up.

JACK
Ah-hah!

ANNE
I was lonely, and I
needed someone to
be here.

JACK
Ah-hah!

ANNE
I saw your picture
on the ad.

JACK
Ah-hah!

ANNE
I was pretty sure
you wouldn't be
attached.

JACK
Ah-h... oh. Well,
look where it got you,
huh? I hope you've
got substantial
reserves of cash on
you because I don't
feel like taking your
credit cards right now.

ANNE
Oh. I'll go get some.

JACK
(genuinely disappointed)
There's really no ghost?

ANNE
No, no ghost.

JACK
Dang.

When, of course, BOOM! The lights go off and hideous laughter reverberates through the house. Anne and Jack look around tensely.

JACK
Of course, the device
could always be broken.

ANNE
Oh my gosh. That was
a ghost!

JACK
Ahoy, Captain Obvious!

ANNE
A real ghost!

JACK
We're gonna need
Mean Green
for this one...

ANNE
Mean Green?

JACK
Mr. Clean. Goo
Gone. Clorox.
Load up a super
soaker and take the
fight to him. Where
are your cleaners?

ANNE
In the kitchen.

Below, we hear a CRASH and more hideous laughter.

JACK
Quick!

They take off...

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

ANGLE ON - THE DOOR, UP FROM THE FLOOR

The kitchen is an extreme mess. We see empty bottles of cleaners all around, the refrigerator door swinging open.

Jack and Anne rush in, and stare agape at the carnage.

ANNE
It got the cleaners!

JACK
It got the cheese! I'll
check the other room!

He rushes off. Anne carefully approaches the mess. We still do not see the floor.

ANNE
Oh no...

Jack rushes back in, frantic.

JACK
It got the cheese outside, too.

ANNE
Look.

And we all look to see that a message has been scrawled in red across the kitchen floor: "No Cheese For You!"

ANNE
What does it mean?

JACK
Evidently, the ghost
doesn't want us to have
any cheese.

Jack leans down and puts his finger cautiously into the red of the message. He sniffs it.

ANNE
Blood?

JACK
Raspberry sauce.

ANNE
Raspberry sauce?

JACK
I love raspberry sauce!

He licks his finger.

ANNE
Are you eating the
sinister message?

JACK
No.

ANNE
What are we going to do?
Jack, I'm scared.

Jack stands up, all business.

JACK
This ghost is clearly
dangerous and powerful.
You would do wise
to evacuate the premises
and leave the dirty
work to me.

ANNE
Okay...

JACK
I think I have some
spare cleaners in the
car. Let's go.

They head out to...

INT. DOWNSTAIRS ROOM - NIGHT

Jack and Anne go to open the door but find it locked tight.

JACK
Dag nab it. It's
locked.

Anne tries a window.

ANNE
The window's locked, too.

JACK
This ghost's a smart one.

ANNE
I'll try the kitchen door.

She leaves. Jack studies the door for a moment, stroking his chin pensively, and then turns away. As soon as he does, the door creaks open behind him. He turns around, and the door slams shut. He looks quizzically at it for a moment, before turning around again and watching the same thing happen again.

JACK
Ah-hah! So we're
playing games now,
are we?

He turns around again, smiling, and the door opens again of its own volition. Humming innocently, he slowly backs towards the door. As soon as he reaches it, he turns around and makes a break for it, but the door is too fast for him, and slams shut on his fingers. He screams.

JACK
Sweet Mother of Gandhi!

PRE-LAP TO:

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Anne hears the scream, and looks back, frightened.

ANNE
Jack?

JACK(o/c)
I'm all right!
I'm all right!
Everything's completely
under control!

ANNE
Okay!

She steels herself and grabs the doorknob to the kitchen exit. She twists it. Locked. She frantically struggles with it. No dice.

After a good while she sinks to the floor, still gripping the doorknob, completely exasperated and frightened out of her wits. Just then, she feels something dripping on her head. She touches with her hand, and sees that it is red. She looks up.

ANNE'S P.O.V. - UP THE KITCHEN DOOR

We see the words scrawled viciously "No Escape For You!"

Anne's eyes widen and she scrambles to her feet.

INT. DOWNSTAIRS ROOM - NIGHT

Anne runs into the room frantic.

ANNE
Jack, the door is locked and
it's writing all these
messages and it's really
starting to freak me out!

She stops and realizes... Jack's not there!

ANNE
Jack?

She looks around. Everything is silent and empty.

ANNE
Jack? Where are you?

She goes to the window and looks out across the front lawn to the car. It's still there. She tries the door one more time almost absently, and it is still locked. She looks up the stairs into the cavernous darkness, and slowly begins to ascend them.

INT. UPSTAIRS HALL - NIGHT

Anne walks slowly along the dark, creepy hallway. She takes her time, looking around her nervously, when she turns, and ducks into the bathroom.

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

The bathroom is completely dark. We hear the noises she makes as she enters the room, and fumbles with the light switch, which does not work. Then, we hear a match strike, and we see Anne light a candle in the bathroom mirror. She holds it up and inhales from it deeply... it's scented, you see.

As she inhales, she begins some kind of yoga breathing exercise, when, naturally, the candle is blown out by nothing, and the room plunged into darkness.

ANNE
What the-

She strikes another match and lights the candle again, and again, it is blown out.

ANNE
Why can't anybody
ever let me relax
around here?

She strikes it again, and this time holds her hands all around the candle to prevent it from being blown out.

ANGLE ON - THE SHOWER HEAD

turning of its own volition to face Anne.

ANGLE ON - THE COLD WATER KNOB

twisting of its own volition...

Anne shrieks as the she blasted with cold water (also putting the candle out).

INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT

Anne bursts into the hallway, dripping wet, frantic.

ANNE
Jack! Jack, where
are you?

She runs down the hallway and into an -

INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM - NIGHT

Still wet, she closes the door behind her and looks around. The room appears to be empty, although it is too dark to see everything clearly.

ANNE
Jack? Are you in
here, Jack?

She moves cautiously away from the door, looking around to see if maybe Jack is in there somewhere.

CLOSE ON - HER NECK

as a piece of rope wraps itself around it, and pulls Anne out of frame as she struggles.

INT. CLOSET - NIGHT

Jack is in the closet now, huddled down, rocking back and forth, evidently scared out of his mind. He has a super soaker in his hands, cradling it and looking up as if expecting something to come in at him. He hears a scuffle overhead, loud thumping. And then, extremely creepy disembodied laughter.

JACK
Anne?

INT. DOWNSTAIRS ROOM - NIGHT

Jack opens the closet door cautiously and peeks out. The room is dark and empty (naturally).

JACK
Oh, Anne?

He moves towards the stairs, but then notices the front door and stops. He approaches it, reaches out and tries the doorknob one last time, and the door opens. He stares out at the car in the road, sitting there waiting for him to escape. He starts to move out, but then looks back up the staircase, and realizes that HE DOES NOT WANT TO LEAVE. So he turns and runs up the stairs...

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

Jack runs past.

INT. UPSTAIRS ROOM - NIGHT

ANGLE ON - Jack entering the room, through the hanging, swinging feet of Anne. A creepy voice whispers - "Close your eyes and make a wish." On a poster beside the door, the words "No girl for you!" are inscribed in dripping red.

Jack stops, staggered, mouth open, and turns and leaves the room. We stay on the swinging feet for a little while longer as we hear Jack clomp down the hallway outside.

INT. DOWNSTAIRS ROOM - NIGHT

Jack runs down the stairs towards the front door, which closes of its own volition and locks before he can reach it. He grabs the doorknob and shakes it furiously, but then sinks down, despairing.

He suddenly stands up and starts addressing the ghost:

JACK
Why? Why, huh?
What did she do to you?
She never did anything!
She was gentle and sweet
and unusually gullible
and on occasion
trustworthy!
(a beat)
And she was fine, too.

From the distance, we hear a loud thump. Jack notices this.

JACK
What do you want
from me, huh? Why
don't you just kill me?

Another thump. This registers with Jack, and he comes up with an idea.

JACK
All right! One thump
for "yes," two thumps
for "no!"

THUMP.

JACK
Do you want me
dead?

THUMP THUMP.

JACK
Do you want me
alive?

THUMP THUMP.

JACK
Was that thump
sarcasm?

THUMP.

JACK
Did you die here?

THUMP THUMP.

JACK
Are you somebody
she knew?

THUMP.

JACK
Do you like it when
I don't get what I want?

A dramatic pause before a loud, crashing THUMP. The room shakes and books fall over, junk like that. Jack staggers, and then, seems to notice something in the mirror on the wall.

JACK'S P.O.V. - his image in the mirror smiles back at him, wickedly and evilly.

But Jack is not smiling.

JACK
(to the mirror)
Who are you?

The mirror only keeps smiling.

JACK
What do you want?

The mirror suddenly speaks, whispering in the voice of a freaky five-year old child.

MIRROR JACK
Close your eyes and make a wish.  

JACK
What?

MIRROR JACK
It's just what I wanted... 

JACK
That is NOT my voice.

MIRROR JACK
Thank you...

Jack, creeped out, suddenly whips out his super soaker and blasts the mirror with Clorox.

JACK
Eat colorguard bleach,
fiend from Hades!

The smiling Jack doesn't appear phased. But for a SPLIT SECOND we see the face of Mirror Jack transformed into something suitably hideous and bloody, I'm thinking like a dangling eyeball or something with blood smeared all over the mirror. Jack gasps and backs away from the mirror, but when he looks at it again, it is just his reflection looking normal.

JACK
No... it all makes
sense now.

He looks around at the room, and then at the door, which opens up for him one last time.

A hand suddenly reaches out and taps him on the shoulder. Jack whirls around to see Anne behind him. He jumps, hugs her.

JACK
Anne! You're alive!
But you were hung!

ANNE
It wasn't serious.
We need to get out of here!

JACK
No, we need to stay here
so that the ghost can flay
us alive without having
to chase us around too much.

ANNE
I like my plan better.

Jack looks at the door, and it closes again.

ANNE
Jack, what's going on?

JACK
It's ruined...

ANNE
What?

JACK
Don't you get it? You're
only alive because if you're
alive, he can't win...

ANNE
Are you going insane?

JACK
Yes. You see, that's
what I have to do. I
have to not desire anything!
It can only take something
away if I want it...

ANNE
You mean, you have to
not want anything at all?

JACK
Yes...

ANNE
You'd have to be dead!

JACK
Or something close
enough...

ANNE
No, that's letting
the ghost win!

JACK
It's not a ghost.
It's a manifestation of
my extremely hyperdeveloped
superego.

ANNE
I think we should
call it a ghost.

JACK
You can't be here!
If you're here, then...
I still have things I want.

ANNE
(realizing)
Oh...

She suddenly kisses him.

JACK
Don't do that! You'll
ruin it!

ANNE
We're fighting it, ok?

She kisses him again, and while they kiss, the room starts to shake again. A violent wind picks up. Magazines blow around, lamps start to flash on and off, random things set on fire. Jack wraps his arms around her to protect her. After a short moment, everything dies down a bit, and they look around them.

ANNE
Did we beat it?

Jack sees himself in the mirror with that same freaky smile.

JACK
No. Keep at it.

EXT. SMYTHE HOUSE - NIGHT

We hear violent noises inside the house, wind, thunder, and then, it all stops, and the lights flicker on, and the door opens.

INT. DOWNSTAIRS ROOM - NIGHT

Jack looks up from Anne again. The ghost seems to be gone.

ANNE
Did we beat it?

Jack looks at the mirror again. It is normal.

JACK
I think one more time
should finish it off.

They kiss again.

EXT. SMYTHE HOUSE - NIGHT

Jack steps out of the house with his bag and everything collected. Anne watches him from the door.

ANNE
Thank you so much!
Will you be back tomorrow,
you know, to check up on
everything?

JACK
You bet.

ANNE
And afterwards,
maybe we could do
something. You know,
go see a movie.

JACK
Yeah, sure, that'd be...
you know, that'd be...
it'd be... uh...

ANNE
Fun?

JACK
Yeah, that's it.

Anne smiles. Jack smiles back, and hands her a sheet of paper.

ANNE
What's this?

JACK
Your bill.

ANNE
What?

JACK
Uh, just kidding.

He takes it back from her, and turns and begins to walk back to the car.

JACK
I'll mail it to her...

ANNE
Be seeing you!

Jack stops for a moment, smiles, and then puts his sunglasses on as he walks off. Then, he runs into a tree.

END OF MOVIE
 

This screenplay was written by Chris Guin while a sophomore at Harding University in Searcy, Arkansas to be used for the class project of an interactive media major that ultimately never happened.

 
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