Wraith

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[girl's voice] The wind blows

wherever it wants.

You can hear it,

but cannot tell where it comes

from or where it is going.

Just as you cannot explain how

people are born of the spirit.

[music playing

over car radio]

[turns ignition off]

- [sighs]

- Wait.

What?

Where are the keys?

Babe, remember,

I have them.

Just because you wouldn't

let me drive

doesn't mean I can't

at least open the door.

[laughing]

Are you okay?

Shh!

[mumbling]

[door creaking open]

Shh!

Congratulations, you passed

the "key in the lock" challenge.

[woman giggling]

I see.

[muffled chatter

through walls]

Guys, no.

[man]

So how's our mood?

[woman]

I am always in the mood.

[man]

I know you are...

Are you kidding me?

Gross.

[music playing over earbuds]

[boy whispering]

Mama.

[whispering]

Hey.

Did you hear that?

What?

I heard something.

Like what?

What'd you hear?

Like Lucy,

but not Lucy.

[sighs]

Maybe I didn't hear

anything.

Was it a dream?

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe.

No, I don't think so.

[girl's voice]

I don't want to die.

It's not time

for me to die.

[Lucy]

You got to be kidding me.

[door opens and closes]

Hey, Mom, Dad!

I told you I was going through

some hard times in business.

A rough patch.

Mom has a job.

We don't have to move.

I love the thought sweetie,

but being a writer

doesn't mean I have a job

unless somebody

buys my writing.

It's kind of like putting

a "for sale" sign out front.

I mean, it doesn't mean

anything's sold

until somebody

wants to buy it.

We're just keeping

our options open.

This is where we live.

You can't sell it

for that reason alone.

Well, someone would have to make

a really good offer

before we'd even consider

saying yes.

Now, the people who built this

house back in 1800-something,

they built it

for themselves.

They never planned on anybody

else living here.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, this house, it's not meant

for anyone in particular.

We'll be here for a short while,

just like the people before us.

And we certainly won't

be the last ones to live here.

Not the way

this place was made.

You don't get it.

This is my home.

I live here.

You know, when we first

moved here,

the thought of living in an old

house with an historical vibe,

it was great.

But the maintenance

is never-ending.

The taxes are killing us.

I mean, people

are always outside

like it's some sort

of tourist attraction.

What maintenance?

The plumbing.

I mean, the pipes are ancient.

- The roof.

- The yard.

Grass just keeps

growing and growing,

whether somebody

cuts it or not.

Dad doesn't have a job.

He can cut it.

Plus, winter's coming.

Stuff stops growing.

Problem solved.

The house is a bit big

for a family of three.

I think it's time to let

somebody else live here.

You already

made up your minds!

I hate you guys.

[sighs]

Well, we've talked about this

time and time again.

I know.

Just give her some time.

[camera shutters clicking]

[sighs]

[camera shutters clicking]

[sighs]

Oh, really.

Great.

Now?

- Happy birthday to you

- Happy birthday to you

- Happy birthday, dear Lucy

- Happy birthday, dear Lucy

- Happy birthday to you

- Happy birthday to you

All right.

- Happy birthday, sweetie.

- Make a wish.

- [laughs]

- All right.

Well...

- Well?

- Well, what?

Oh, my goodness.

[sighs]

I forgot the gifts.

Oh, no.

- Yeah.

- Mom?

- Maybe next year, hon.

- Dad?

So not cool.

[both laugh]

You know, I think I might

have seen a few things

in the living room.

- Did you see...?

- Oh. Yeah, maybe.

Maybe some sparkles and bows.

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