The Open House Page #4

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Who is it?

It...

Can you hear me?

Is anyone there?

- What?

- It's just us.

Like, I could just hear echoing.

[MAN 2 ON TV] Or they might have been

in South America...

[TV CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

[SHOWER RUNNING]

Hey, Mom, have you seen my phone?

Uh... no. Sorry, babe.

I haven't.

I'm gonna use yours real quick.

Okay.

[LOUD THUDDING]

[GRINDING NOISE]

[THUD]

[NAOMI SCREAMS]

- Logan!

- Oh, shoot! Sorry, Mom. God.

You scared me.

The water is ice cold.

I have to go check the tank.

- Wait, that's in the basement.

- I know.

- I heard something banging down there.

- Yeah, it's probably the old pipes.

[STAIRS CREAK]

[FLASHLIGHT CLICKS OFF, THUDS DOWN]

Oh, come on.

[MATCH STRIKES]

Ugh.

Jesus.

Okay.

[EXHALES]

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

Logan?

Logan?

That's not funny, Logan.

- What?

- You slammed the basement door on me.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[SIGHS]

Maybe the door is broken.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

- Time! [EXHALES]

- [STOPWATCH BEEPS]

5:
34.

- Nice.

- It needs to be faster.

What? That's great.

No. Come on, you don't get it.

It needs to be faster.

Honey, you're on a mountain.

Maybe you ran more than a mile.

No, I mapped it out.

Are you sure you started

the second I left?

You can do it yourself if you want.

Did you find your phone yet?

No, it's gone.

Well, it's not gone.

It has to be somewhere.

- I don't know.

- Who's that?

Hey.

Hey.

Oh...

It's you guys.

- What are you doing here?

- Right.

This looks bad.

I was just on the back roads,

saw the "For Sale" sign.

[CLEARS THROAT] Honey.

Logan.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I'm sorry. He's, uh...

No, no need to apologize. I can relate.

- You have teenagers?

- No, but I was one once.

Well, this is my sister's house.

We're just staying here for a bit.

Lucky us.

Yeah. Um, you could call the realtors.

They're the ones that set up the showings.

Got it. Thank you.

I'll do that.

You know what?

While we're here...

would there be any way at all

I can just peek inside?

- So you looking to move?

- Thinking about it.

I'd kill for this kind of privacy.

I don't think I caught your name.

Uh, Naomi.

Naomi. It's nice to meet you. I'm Chris.

Well, I'll let you do your thing.

Don't mind me.

Great.

[KEYS CLACKING]

[PRESSES KEY, "RIP VAN WINKLE" PLAYS]

You're sleeping all your moments away

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]

I'm counting every breath

That you take

You've been snoozing 20 years

No!

Chris?

Hello?

Who are you talking to?

Um, that guy...

wanted to see the house

since he missed yesterday.

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