When the Lights Went Out Page #2
I think Len had a point.
- Blame it on the kid?
- We had a few drinks.
You don't get that from a few
baby-champs and a woman-pep.
I'm sure it's not just wishful thinking.
You believe in all that stuff.
I felt it, you felt it, she felt it.
It wasn't wishful thinking,
or a kid playing tricks.
- You don't know what she's like.
- But I know what I saw.
Maybe if you had a kid on your own,
you would understand.
I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to say that.
- It's alright.
- I just want everything to be nice.
- I know.
Watch it, stupid sod!
You're just like all the rest, are you?
- Don't go.
- You've hurt me today.
I'm sorry.
- Do you really fancy Mr Price?
- Not your business.
- Yes.
- He's quite nice, isn't he?
- He's like John Denver.
- He's not like John Denver.
- 'You fill up my senses. Like a night in... '
- Stop it.
- I like him too.
- Hands off.
- I best go in.
- Not yet.
Alright. Would you like
to blow up a Cindy doll?
You bugger, is that my coat?
Wait until I get my hands on you.
I hope that's not you, Sally.
Open up!
Sally, open the door!
There's something in here.
Go away!
Sally, I'm warning you.
Bloody open this door!
- Dad, what's up?
- You sh*t!
I'm sorry, darling.
- What are you gonna do now?
- Leave.
- Oh, are you?
- What else we're gonna do?
Where to? It was hard enough
finding this place.
- You are on the bottom of the waiting list.
- But if we tell them about the ghost...
- They won't believe us.
It's been years since we go to the church.
He'll slam the door in my face.
You're always welcome at mine.
And that's final.
Who are you?
A friend...
Well, you can bugger-off.
What do you want?
Avocado? She doesn't mean green?
If you can't afford it,
you can't afford it.
That's the kind of logic
if she wants something.
- I hear you've got a spook?
- What about it?
- You told the papers yet?
- I don't need that. All the reporters.
There might be a few bucks in it for you.
A mate is working for the 'Express'.
I can call if you want.
You think I wanna be in the papers?
- It could help if we decided to move.
- What if they think it's all fake?
They won't. Besides, they'll pay
good money if they like the story.
Tell them it's off.
It's too late for that.
- This is where it came at me.
- What did, Mr Maynard?
It was like a presence.
A ghostal manifestation.
- Did you see it?
- No.
- Did it touch you?
- No, but...
I was terrified, Mr Smith.
I bet.
I don't think there's anything here
that'll interest our readers.
Everybody likes a ghost story.
You'll need a ghost for that.
- What are you saying, Mr Smith?
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