Ghost Tour

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(suspenseful music)

- With that, we are back where we began.

If anyone has any questions,

I'm more than happy to answer them.

Speak now or forever hold your peace.

(chuckling)

- You never did tell us

why the museum is closing.

- It would seem that everyone

who wanted a tour has

already taken one.

- [Woman] That is a shame.

- Yes.

Well, time doesn't stand still.

Unless you're a ghost.

- And after all these

years here Mr. Sawyer,

do you believe in ghosts?

(door creaks open)

(dramatic music)

- Richard does not,

has not,

and will not ever believe in ghosts.

William Sawyer, curator, at

least for the next few hours.

- Are you two ...

- Brothers.

Ricky tell you about our

little claim to fame?

- Bill ...

- Last two standing

at the Clemons School for Boys.

- [Woman] What do you mean?

- [Richard] After the incident ...

- [William] We were students here.

- It's nothing to be proud of.

- Sure it is.

30 students and faculty,

and we're the two that made it out.

I'll drink to that, I got a

nice Scotch in the office.

- [Richard] It's gonna kill you.

- We all gotta go sometime.

Pleasure meeting.

And thank you

for being the final

patrons on our legendary

ghost tour.

(ghost sound)

- Right, well, we should go.

Class in the morning.

- Yeah.

Thank you, this is gonna

make a fascinating paper.

- [Richard] Glad to help.

- So 30 people dead, and

no idea what happened?

- Plenty of ideas.

Just no answers.

- Well, a lot of the

stuff gets covered up.

Maybe someday.

- [Richard] Doubtful.

But I appreciate your optimism.

- Thanks again.

- Mr. Sawyer, did I

understand you correctly?

- Yes.

Ten years after it happened,

something drew me back to this place.

I'm haunted by memories.

Not by ghosts.

(dramatic music)

Excuse me.

(suspenseful music)

- [Woman] Mr. Sawyer.

We've thought of another question.

- [Man] What's in here?

- That room is not on the tour,

and our time is up, so if

you would just come with me.

- This time tomorrow, the

building will be rubble.

- William doesn't want us in there.

- [Man] Can't you make an exception?

- I'm sorry, it's off limits.

(door creaking)

- Is it?

- Are you coming?

- I'm calling security.

(suspenseful music)

I don't find this amusing.

Who are you?

- He doesn't remember.

- [Man] I told you he wouldn't.

- Ricky.

We missed you at dinner.

- Tom.

- I'm going to do homework, can you help?

- This isn't happening.

- Okay, I'll see you upstairs.

- Shall we?

- Remind us again why

this room is off limits.

- Artifacts.

Rare artifacts.

What do you want?

- To teach.

- Teach?

Teach who?

- Ricky!

It's almost lights-out.

Get your books, hurry up!

- On the desk.

(suspenseful music)

- [Richard] William.

- [William Voiceover] November 30th, 1973.

In 12 hours, this museum, my alma mater,

will return to the dust

from whence it came.

And with it,

my story.

(coughing)

(suspenseful music)

- What do I do?

- Read.

- [William Voiceover] On April 21st, 1922,

my grand experiment was a success.

I expected five, maybe ten.

But every student,

every teacher.

Better than I ever could have imagined.

(coughing)

(dramatic music)

- [Richard] We have to help him.

- He's a memory, Richard,

he can't be helped.

- This isn't real!

- Still don't believe in ghosts?

- [William Voiceover] A

healthy dose of rodenticide

in the evening supper's all it took.

A benefit of living in a time

before toxicology reports.

Everyone wants to be remembered.

Every boy I went to school

with, every instructor

who picked up a piece of chalk wanted to

make their mark on history.

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