Ghost Storm

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[THUNDER CRASHING]

DAISY:

Will? Rob?

Stop playing games.

Will?

[GASPS]

Will!

[WILL YELLS THEN GIRLS SCREAM]

[WILL & ROB LAUGHING]

You ass. I hate you.

ROB:
Oh, yeah.

We're having fun.

You call this fun?

Welcome to small island living.

Get used to it,

because you are stuck here.

Only until we graduate.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Can we go now?

The storm is getting worse.

No, that's the point.

It's automatic.

Every time there's an electrical storm in

the area, lightning strikes this graveyard.

It's freaky.

Freaky romantic?

Heh, heh.

Come here.

[GIRLS SCREAM]

ROB:

Ho-ho! There it is.

Oh...

Oh, that's it. I'm out of here.

Me too.

Cracked the old memorial. Creepy.

That's messed up.

What's the old memorial?

Sabbath day suicide? Our urban

legends don't make it to the big city?

Lucky if your mail

makes it to the mainland.

Hey, it's not a legend, you buffoon.

Well?

ROB:
Well, years ago,

there was an old priest

who got a bunch of crazies together

who burned themselves to death

in some, like, ritual.

Like the Jonestown cult.

Yes.

Can we go now?

Yeah, yeah. First I gotta

take a leak. Heh.

Don't watch, ladies. Heh.

[ZIPPER ZIPS]

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

[EXHALES]

[WHISTLES]

[INDISTINCT OVERLAPPING VOICES]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

# Straight #

# Is it finding them? ##

[MELISSA MOANING]

[STATIC CRACKLING

OVER EARPHONES]

Aah!

Aah!

What happened, Daisy?

What's going on?

I just saw something on my screen.

Will?

Will?

Daisy's freaking out.

We gotta go.

DAISY:
I'm calling him now.

This better not be another joke!

Where are you, Will?

Will.

All right, come on.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[GASPS]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

MAN:

All right, Father, give it a try.

And the Lord said, "Let there be light. "

And there was light.

Oh.

And he saw that the light was good.

Well, I don't know how good the light is.

Well, I'm just glad

that they're working again. Heh.

You know, you're truly

a jack-of-all-trades.

Ha-ha-ha. Unfortunately my ex-wife would

tell you I'm a jack of a different kind.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Excuse me.

Hello?

Daisy, what's going...?

All right, calm down. Calm...

Calm down.

Where are you?

All right, look, I want you to stay there.

I'm on my way, okay? Stay there. Bye.

MAN:

And that's the last of it.

We bid adieu to you,

Mr. Thunderstorm.

Thanks for the memories.

Really?

What?

It was an attempt at humor.

Sadly, you're not gonna have another

attempt like that for at least another week.

Yeah, I know.

That high-pressure system's gonna

keep things pretty boring around here.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Hal?

Yeah, it's me.

Something's up with Daisy.

What happened?

I don't know.

She called me in a panic.

She's at the cemetery.

What's she doing there?

How should I know?

Not my night, it's yours.

You're gonna start with me now?

I'm headed over there

to pick her up now.

Why don't you meet us at the house?

All right.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Um...

Just get the weather update

to the mainland station.

Thanks, Brett.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Tell me something.

Does that look like the corpse

of a 17-year-old boy to you?

More like 200.

Are you sure this is Will?

That's what they said.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Why, you think they exhumed a body?

Kids and their pranks.

We were all 17 once, no?

I don't know, Doug.

Look at their faces.

I don't think it's a prank.

Let's get it over to the morgue,

see if we can get a positive ID, huh?

[SOBS AND SNIFFLES]

Sweetie.

Are you okay?

Will's dead.

What?

Honey, why don't you go inside

and lie down, huh?

[SIGHS]

[WHISPERS] What happened?

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