An American Haunting Page #2

ghosts or spirits.

I do now.

- John.

- Father, you all right?

- Yeah.

- We got it, Father.

- The wolf?

- Wolf?

We shot a deer.

Come see it, Father.

(low growling)

Father!

- I heard it.

- Back there.

(low growling)

(growling)

- Keep your eyes peeled,

it's black as night.

(growling)

(growling)

(snarling)

(growling)

(thumping)

(young boy):

Momma! Momma! Momma!

- Oh, let me hold you.

(panting)

(banging)

(growling)

(panting)

(growling)

(crashing)

- Betsy, what was that crash?

- Mother, there's something in my room!

There's something in my room!

- Oh, the wind blew the window open.

I'll close it.

- No! There's something in here.

It got inside.

- Well, there doesn't seem

to be anything in here now, Betsy.

It was probably just mice, darling.

- I don't think so, Mother.

- Let's go find your brothers.

Come along.

(snarling)

Let's go find that big, scary mouse!

(boys ):
Yeah!

(footsteps )

(door creaking)

- Everyone all right?

- We're fine.

Let's get back to bed.

You could have killed us.

- Yeah, it was young John.

- He shot a musket into the house.

- It discharged accidentally.

- He shot a musket

into the house, John!

- We were taken aback.

I can't get Kate Batts

out of my head.

- What's done is done!

The church has had its say

and that's that,

so just put it out of your mind!

(whispering sound, building)

(eerie music)

(eerie, discordant sounds )

- Now, class,

who were the couriers

ordered to ride to Concord

to warn that the British were coming?

Yes, Theny.

- Paul Revere,

Samuel Prescott and William Dawes.

- Right, Theny.

And did they succeed, Betsy?

Betsy?

All right, class,

let's leave this for a moment.

It's time for your physical exercise

anyway. Fifteen minutes now!

Fifteen minutes only.

You all right, Betsy?

- I'm tired.

Our house makes...

strange noises at night.

It's hard to sleep.

(child):
Pass it to me, quick!

(creaking)

(creaking)

- Betsy!

- Betsy? You hurt?

- W-where'd she go?

- Who?

- The girl who was swinging with me.

- You were swinging alone, Betsy.

(crying)

- Did you see a girl?

- No.

("screaming")

(clomping)

(creaking)

(creaking)

(creaking)

(gasping)

(panting)

(blowing sound)

(heavy-breathing sound)

(screaming)

- Betsy! I'm here, darling.

- Momma! Momma!!!

Momma!!!!!!!! Momma!!!!!!!!!!

- It's me! Betsy!

- Momma!!!!!!!!!!!

- Betsy, Momma's here!

- Momma!!!!!

(John):
Betsy!!

Betsy! Betsy.

- It touched me.

- Where?!

Who touched you?

- I don't know.

I couldn't see.

(John exclaiming)

- It was just a bad dream, darling.

- But it was so real.

- It's all right, John.

She's had a bad dream.

- Let's just get you back to sleep.

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