Awakening: The World Dreamt and Imagined by Otto Mäkilä

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It was a private house then.

Well, who? Did they catch the killer?

There's no record. It was

an important family. All hushed up.

Still, it's perfectly possible

someone died there.

So you're here about a death

that may or may not have happened

however many years ago?

No.

I'm here about another death.

A pupil. Three weeks ago.

His name was Walter. Walter Portman.

The day before he died,

Walter went to see the headmaster,

quaking with fear,

convinced he'd seen a ghost.

The ghost of the murdered child.

Well, how did he know

what the murdered child looked like?

This was taken 18 years ago.

Mr Mallory, this is...

This is an old school prank.

As the camera sweeps across

to expose the plate...

One of the boys runs behind the row

to appear at both sides.

He was still moving

when it reached him.

I know. That was 1902.

This was '03.

'04.

And, lastly, '06.

All the boys in the school

are accounted for.

All of them. In all the photographs.

Including this one,

taken just one month ago.

Miss Cathcart, I can understand a child

running the length of the line

in the 15 seconds it takes

for the camera to make its sweep.

What I can't explain is

how he could get there.

The Millford woman.

Either a batch of partially exposed

photographic plates

or the same ghost was

in my mother's potting shed.

It's half-term in two days.

We'll be lucky to get any of

the children back unless...

I'm not interested in the

commercial fortunes of your school.

There have been other sightings.

The boys believe...

Boys believe in Santa Claus

and the Tooth Fairy.

I'm sure some of them

even believe in God.

You don't need me

to tell you what happened

to that generation of boys, Mr Mallory,

and yet you don't see their ghosts

stalking the halls of your school.

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