Ghost Storm

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We don't know what happened yet.

We said she wasn't gonna

hang out with that kid.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]

No, you said that. She's 17, not 7.

That's not what I meant.

Look, I said the wrong thing. I'm sorry.

Look, it's cold out here.

I'm gonna go see how she's doing.

All right.

Wait, I, um...

I made you a sandwich.

You made me a sandwich?

I figured you'd have a late night.

And I know how you get when you eat

that junk out of the vending machine.

You still like me.

Hey, don't push it.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[SOBBING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Will?

WILL:
Daisy.

Will?

Help me.

[MAN SCREAMS THEN STATIC

CRACKLING OVER PHONE]

[MAN LAUGHING IN DEEP VOICE

OVER PHONE]

Will!

[SCREAMS]

The rate of decomposition

is absolutely staggering.

What could cause this?

The kids said lightning struck the area.

You think he was struck by lightning?

It could answer part of it.

But there's gotta be more, a lot more.

The sheer tissue deterioration.

His internal organs are drained

of all fluids.

[SIGHS]

You've been doing this a long time, doc.

You ever seen anything like this before?

No. Never.

I'm out of my league here. I don't have

the tools for this kind of analysis.

I want to send this body off

to a lab in Seattle.

Hal, Will's father is here to see you.

He seems pretty upset.

Yeah, I'm sure he is.

Carl?

I'm sorry for your loss.

What happened?

We don't know what happened yet.

My boy's dead.

I know he is. Look, it could've

just as easily been my own daughter.

I wanna know just as badly as you do,

and when I find out,

you'll be the first person I call,

I promise.

I want to see him.

It's not a good idea.

I want to see him.

The body is in bad shape.

I wanna see my son.

Okay, come on.

[DOOR OPENS]

What?

What the hell is this?

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