A Haunting at Silver Falls

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[haunting music]

[crickets chirping]

- [Panting]

[Exclaims]

[Screams]

[knock at door]

- Oh. Hi.

- I don't know what to do.

I don't even have friends

who have kids.

- I'm not a kid.

- I want to treat you

like the adult

that your father wanted you

to grow into

and that your mother wished

she could see.

- Why can't you look me

in the face?

- You were twins.

Looking at you

is like looking at a ghost.

- Do you remember her?

- Well, I was five

when she died.

- It's been a rough week.

Let's just be friends.

For now.

- Drink it.

- Um, I'm not a milk drinker,

per se.

- Beer?

- Mm, no, I'm driving.

- To silver falls?

- Why would I want

to go to haunted silver falls?

- Burning mannequin.

- Oh, that.

Yeah, I'm not tuned in

to the cool kids like you are.

- [Chuckles]

- [Chuckles]

- Jordan's not ready

for the falls.

- That's why we're going

to the movies.

- Drink it.

It's hard to funnel beer

when your gut's full of 2%.

How'd she do?

At school her first week.

- I don't know about her,

but it's been the best week

of my life.

- She just lost her father,

Larry.

She plays like she's okay,

but you're smart enough to know

she's not, right?

- Yeah, she... she's safe.

- Let's go.

Lates.

- Good night, Larry.

I like that kid.

- Hey, guys. Hey.

Thank you, thank you.

- Hey, Larry, check this out.

It kicks in mild

and wraps around your brain

like a warm blanket.

It's fast Albert.

I'd buy two, 'cause,

when I did it, I took one,

I took another one

a half hour later.

And you won't need to drink.

- Two?

Do you really need that many?

- Come on, Larry.

You know I don't sell anything

I haven't tried myself.

- Actually, I don't.

But how much?

- $100 for four.

Trust me. You'll want a friend

to be in your worid.

- Seriously?

That price is a rip-off.

- [Scoffs]

And that surprises you?

Where do you think you are,

L.A.?

There you go.

Enjoy.

- Come on.

- I'm trying.

'Kay.

I'm not taking those.

- Why not?

- Well, it's just not my style.

- But you're from L.A.

- Yeah, but that's not

who I am.

- Please?

If we don't do this,

you're gonna be bored

out of your mind,

and you're never gonna go out

with me again.

- I like this.

- Really?

- Yeah.

I mean, I've never been

in the woods before.

Griffith park, but that's,

like, more dogs than trees.

Why the mannequin?

- Oh.

Scares the ghosts.

- Ghosts?

- Yeah, there's a lot

of dead people in silver falls.

Didn't anyone tell you?

It's ghost city, usa.

- Right.

So who died?

- Who didn't die?

I've been to six funerals.

There were several suicides,

a car accident,

a bulimic

whose stomach exploded...

- A drowning and leukemia.

- Mom and dad?

You wanna talk about it?

- Tell me more

about the ghosts.

- [Chuckles]

- Um...

Well, they're nice.

They only kill you once.

- I could die once.

- Yeah, they like to stop by

and watch you sleep.

- My favorite.

- And they like to whisper

to you.

"Jordan. Jordan."

They like to open doors

that have been closed.

Turn on appliances.

- Well, it's how they talk.

- Well, I don't speak haunted.

But I'm pretty sure

they like candy.

The Reese's, the milk duds.

Wrappers all over the floor.

[Police sirens wailing]

Come on.

Let's go.

- [Whispering] Jordan.

- Larry?

Larry?

Larry?

- [Whispering] Jordan.

- Jordan.

Shh.

Cops got your boy.

I'll take you home.

[Police siren beeps]

- Do me a favor and tell them

my name is Jane.

Jane Smith.

- Why?

You got a record?

- Can you be cool?

Or do I need to tell you

how to do this?

- If we get out of this,

you owe me one.

- Oh.

Oh, no, it only counts

if we kiss.

- Damn it.

He's coming up on my side.

[Knock at door]

- Your left tail light

is out, Robbie.

- Again?

I just had it fixed.

Must have a short.

- I told you

not to take the pickup.

- Dad, I'm a little...

little low on gas.

- You take her home.

Her home.

- Yes, dad.

- Dad?

Ugh.

- You know, he's not gonna be

able to keep up with you.

- Excuse me?

- Look, I've known Larry

a long time.

He's cool.

Good guy.

Obviously not your type.

- Like you?

- Nah, you couldn't even keep up

with me.

But I could go slower.

If asked nicely.

And with less clothes.

- Oh, so, you mean

if I asked with this?

- Depends what you do with it.

- Ugh.

Well, thanks for the ride.

- No, it hasn't begun yet.

It's about to.

- Does that really work

for you?

- I don't have to work

for anything.

- Well, you'll be working

for yourself tonight.

[Engine turns over]

Night, dad.

And mom.

[Creaking]

[Wrappers crinkling]

[Gasps]

[Door creaking]

- Do you want me

to put these somewhere else?

- I like them the way

they were.

- Then why did you do this?

- I didn't.

- Maybe it was the wind.

House is drafty.

- Here we go.

I hope you're hungry.

- I like cereal.

Like, low-tech.

Cheerios, life, pops.

- She likes cereal.

- She likes cereal.

- We'll get some today.

- So how come my dad

never visited?

And why haven't you guys

ever come to L.A.?

- Like you said,

I look just like your mother.

It was hard for him.

And for me.

- So is silver falls

really haunted?

Or was Larry

just pulling my leg?

- No.

But we do have

some ghosts in the house.

- And the bodies

we keep in the basement.

- So that's the smell.

- No, that's my cooking.

[Phone line trilling]

- Hey, it's Larry.

You don't have

to leave a message.

I have caller I.D.

And will now commence stalking.

- Don't tell me.

Miss Hollywood.

And you must be looking

for my handsome son.

The valedictorian.

Who scored 2400 on his S.A.T.S.

- Hi, Mr. Parrish.

- Dr. Parrish.

- Dr. Parrish.

Jordan, not "miss Hollywood."

- But the same Jordan

who got my son arrested

for carrying enough alprazolam

to sedate a horse.

- No.

No, not that Jordan.

- How's that gonna look

on a Stanford application,

do you think?

- They don't have to know.

- He was arrested.

- By who, Robbie's dad?

I mean, I'm sure

we can work something out.

- Hmm, so you've been here

two weeks

and you've got us dialed in,

don't you?

- No, I'm just...

- Staying away from my son.

He's grounded.

You can see him at school,

because I can't help that,

but that's it.

Good-bye, Jordan.

- Jordan.

- We might be

in over our heads.

- We can deal.

With anything, right?

- Right.

My turn.

- It's not nice

to sneak around.

- I didn't mean to.

My door keeps opening.

- Oh. Country homes

have their own personality.

Your door's

just expressing itself.

- I locked it.

- Then it wouldn't have opened.

- Maybe you thought

you locked it.

- Look, if you're scared,

you can sleep with us.

- Kevin, that...

that sounded bad.

- I meant in here

on a sleeping bag.

- I'm not sleeping very well.

- There's a wool blanket

in the second closet.

It's heavy.

It might help you sleep.

- And, Jordan, next time,

when our door is shut

and you need something,

knock.

- [Screams]

- Have you seen my silk scarf?

It's black and gold.

Actually, don't ask me how,

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