Ghost of Goodnight Lane

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I used to live here.

Terrible things have

happened in this house.

It could not be stopped

once the wheels were set in motion.

Childish games can turn

ugly real fast, can't they?

If she's still here,

then it won't be quiet.

Later, haters.

- Ah, oh!

- Sorry, dude.

Ah, what the hell are you doin'?

- Did I get you?

- I'm gonna knock you out.

You got me, man.

Come on, don't do that.

Anyway, I'm last man out,

so I'll lock up, all right?

All right, yeah.

How's it goin'?

You know, I'm trying.

Makin' all the changes Alan wants.

You can score it in the morning.

Cross my heart, hope to die.

Well, I've already laid down the

basics, I just need to see it,

so I can really tweak things.

Okay, look, uh, that file

- will be on your server in the morning.

- It better be.

- All right?

- Yeah.

- Hey, can you do me a favor?

- What's that?

Would you get the hell outta here?

Five minutes of my life

talking to your sorry ass.

- Now, go.

- You know what? I feel sorry for your wife.

What? Hey, don't

talk about my wife.

You're a freakin' workaholic.

Blow me!

Fuckin' gay.

I'm losing my mind.

Jesus Christ.

Oh! Ow!

Fuck!

Who the fuck builds a

floor like that, huh?

Fuckin' step.

Oh, shit.

What is that?

Oh, God...

I'll fuckin' find

you, wedding ring.

What the hell?

What the hell?

Oh.

Susan.

Hello, I'm Sarah with

channel 47 news.

We're live on the scene here

at a local Dallas film

studio on Goodnight Lane

where one of the employees has been found

dead this morning by the cleaning crew.

The police are investigating

the cause of his death...

- Sir?

- Yeah.

I know this is a lot

to take in right now,

but I'll need you to

identify the body for me.

That's Ron...

Doesn't look like anybody broke in.

No?

No, it looks more like

a freak accident.

Huh.

Guy was going for a cup

of coffee and tripped,

impaled himself on something.

Wow.

Could've happened to anyone.

It could?

Really?

I, I imagine this would have

gone a little differently.

Well, when it's your time to

go, it's your time to go.

Well, I guess it's your time to go.

You okay, man?

Yeah.

It's weird.

There was this lady.

She was...

lookin' at me and, um...

She...

No, that's just weird,

everything's fucking weird.

Let's go talk to the others.

Seriously, we're just gonna keep

working like nothing happened?

Yeah, it's called a deadline.

- Deadline... dead...

- Wow.

- I know, it's just a little...

disturbing is all. - Yeah.

Whatever, this just crosses

the line into bizarre.

I know you've only been

here a few months,

but I'm the new guy, and

I just think it's odd

to be working in this

building after Ron died.

Yeah, well, welcome

to indie filmmaking.

There's a skeleton in every closet.

You're full of 'em today.

Well...

That was unpleasant.

Yeah, well, Alan, janitor quit.

He said he's gonna have nightmares

after finding Ron's body

with the eyes open.

It looked like he had seen a ghost.

Sorry, not to scare the new kids.

Oh, like it's a big

secret we have a ghost?

Come on.

We've all felt it before.

'Cause I was working

here late one night,

and the lights flickered, and I

thought it was a power outage,

but then they went

down really slowly

and then just came

back up by themselves.

It was pretty freaky.

And that's it?

Dude, I've lost keys,

I've had equipment moved

from one room to another,

I came in one morning, and

an entire section of footage

had been completely re-edited.

It was better, but, you know,

it's the principle of the thing.

Wait, you guys aren't

serious right now.

- Sure!

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